Beatnik Turtle's Encore Song of the Day

The title and melody line of this song came from Jason's archives. Back in the 90s, while counting off to record an entirely different song, he made up and sang this line. Years later Randy and Jason heard it, thought it was a good start, and developed it into this more complete song.

Making the altar boy an altar man. All allegations in this song are vehemently denied.

It's nice to be needed some time. But not ALL of the time.

It's a sad fact that people are smarter n better n you. Well, except those who don't understand satire. Yee-haw!

This song is a Beatnik Turtle live favorite. While it's a decent studio song, it's a twisting song that just has the best energy live. You can hear what it sounds like from the stage on the Beatnik Turtle live CD, which will be released in 2007.

Her Imaginary Closet is inspired by an article about women's shopping habits. According to the article, women try on an astounding number of clothes without buying them. Men, on the other hand, often buy more than they try on.

Randy Chertkow wrote this one in late 2005 as Alan Greenspan was kicking off the housing boom by lowering interest rates repeatedly. Randy was positive that such a boom would one day end and, having spent years always wanting to write a song about financial trends and Greenspan in particular, finally had his chance. Randy's now working on a song about Bernanke.

Dugan O'Keene came in with this fun one based on some lyrics Matt had. Sometimes it's a challenge to write a melody to a structured set of lyrics, but not for Dugan. "What A Horrible Thing To Say" also has the distinction of being the first song of the day to be tagged for having "explicit lyrics" thanks to one sh*tty little word.

The concept for this song came when Matt Scholtka came up with the lyric "I'm not your type I'm not inflatable." He also had the "no night stand" idea as well. From there, Jason and Carrie Bruno (who's singing) blew it up into this would-be dance club hit.

This instrumental has flavors of Cabaret Voltaire.

Sometimes, sh*t happens. You know, snakes on a plane. And other times, your troubles are self-inflicted.