Couch King Presents

For song and album art visit Wou-Wou & the Wormling at:

https://www.facebook.com/wouwouandthewormling

This is the second song posted from the album Bitzone, Stricknice, Wou-Wou & the Wormling, and I have been working on together with a number of other friends on SoundCloud. The first song shared was the late 80s indie American underground inspired song, Ghosting Out, that include Bonetender joining with his transistor organ and guitar. The Show / The Shrike Pt. 3 is one of the 4 songs on the album inspired by Wou-Wou & the Wormling’s graphic novel, the Shrike, which inspired this project.

Massive thanks to Carlos Vivanco and Belial Pelegrim for joining us on this track. This is the 2nd song Belial has joined me on and the first song I have had the privilege of working with Carlos on. It is amazing to have them both on the same track together. I feel so lucky to get to work with all my favorite musicians.

Carlos Vivanco: Keys, Horns, Synth

https://soundcloud.com/carlosvivanco-1

https://carlosvivanco1.bandcamp.com

Belial Pelegrim: Guitar, Synth, Treated Chimes

https://soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim

https://belialpelegrim.bandcamp.com

Stricknice: Samples, Production, Intro and Outro

https://soundcloud.com/j-nice-6

Bitzone: Drums, Mix and Master

https://soundcloud.com/bitzone

Wou-Wou & the Wormling: Lyrics, Vocals, Bass, Guitar, Keys, Drums, Samples, Original Demo Track, Song Art

https://soundcloud.com/wouwouandthewormling

https://wouwouandthewormling.bandcamp.com

the Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Production

https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Lyrics:

Slowly the room will fill with smoke

Mirrors help occupy the hoax

Laughing when no one gets the joke

Millions waiting for the quote

Tell me what would you do for fame

How do you plan to win the game

Can you fit in the mould they make

If I asked would you scream my name

For the show

Simon says I will take the lead

Stick with me and you will succeed

Come and get it come and chase this dream

All you need is a sob story

Like a moth to a flame so bright

Your a slave to the stark spotlight

Cheshire cat with her teeth so white

Tune in and see it all tonight

In the show

In the show

Later that evening as smoke from the chimney was pelted by the rain

Slain and dismembered my head fully severed and mounted and displayed

It’s hard to explain I’m awake with no pain and hallowed out in the brain

I wouldn’t complain, a life that’s mundane, is all I could hope to attain

except i was detained by bird with a man and this is what he was saying

Are you having me on?

In the show

You are out all day and this sorry excuse is all that you bring back?

This second rate stag you decided to bag isn’t worthy of a plaque

Did I make my self clear I can’t tell from your sneer are we still on same track

Our collection is nearly complete I conceit but there is only one thing that we lack

One human head

One human head

Don’t disappoint me now

In the show

You’re a freak, an animal and most importantly a killer

You’re a freak, an animal and most importantly a killer

A killer

A killer

A killer

This is the 3rd song Bitzone, Frawstakwa, and I have worked on together for my CKP page. I wanted this latest track to continue with the electronic hip hop vibe we had established with our previous two tracks. Bitzone dug into his rich production archive and found a beat 10 years deep that met the criteria. This time I sent the track first to Frawstakwa to switch things up, since the last two songs I had started off. Frawstakwa came up with these deep metaphysical verse and chorus lyrics and I added a literal interpretation with my verse that I hoped would complement his meaning while keeping in theme with the previous two tracks. Bitzone then worked his magic and transformed the track into an electronic hip hop rock fusion. And then for a final surprise, he asked Joerxworx to join in with some futuristic EWI. In the end, I like that this track is different from It Ain’t Looking Good and Trendsetting and I think it points at a possible new direction for the next track we all work on together.

Thank you for all your listenings, comments, playlists, radio spins, and purchases. The musical team is eternally grateful.

Don’t loose hope, keep faith in yourself and your community, be creative, and persist.

Bitzone: Music, Mix, and Production

https://soundcloud.com/bitzone

bitzones.net

Joerxworx: Akai EWI

https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx

RS Frawstakwa: Verse Lyrics and Chorus and Vocals

https://soundcloud.com/frawstakwa

Couch King: Verse Lyrics, Vocals, and Vocal Arrangement

https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com

She’s Excited: Song Art

https://soundcloud.com/she-s-excited

https://she-s-excited.bandcamp.com/album/my-own-crazy

Intro: Michio Kaku

Lyrics

Oh, this is just great 

Yo, gimme a break 

No, Freudian slip made

So, it’s no mistake

Go, psycho analyze it 

Though, am I insane

In the membrane

Or normal

It’s weird right?

We’re here but so briefly

Mere mortals

Appears our fate is foretold

How unfortunate 

Of course there’s this

Who says we have to forfeit free will

Forget about it

We are forward thinkers 

And forces of nature

Scratch that - supernatural

Look at how we have grown

And evolved

Lets explore

What’s beyond

What is known 

And accepted by all

Be omnidirectional 

Slow, in the fast lane 

Flow, like a mixtape

For, goodness sake

Over and over again

Face total

Loss of control

Lack of faith

Don’t trip though

Effects cause vertigo

Catch wreck, let ‘em know

Fact check, general 

Search, research

Both the world and the earth

First you learn

Then you teach

Art and culture

To reach out and touch 

All of the people

Them, no doubt indeed

Bitzone and the Couch King

One stereo image

Audio visual one

Sirobosi Frawstakwa

#frawstakwaforyou

What difference does it make

If at any given rate

The only thing that matters in the end is too late

What difference does it make

If at any given rate, yo!

Have you ever felt alone

In a place so dark, so vast, so cold

Everyday I pass by

The same lame busted gate

The same

Boarded up broken windows and

Old rusted grates

The same

Overflowing trash cans continue to accumulate with a ever-growing stench that won’t abate

It’s the same

Neighborhood cats talking smack on da crates

It’s the same

Families falling flat with not enough food on their plates

I’m passin’ by the same

Kids in baseball hats standing wet in wait

Out there gettin’ rained on cause the bus is running late

It straight

Hasn’t changed at all

What difference does it make

I’m still awake at dawn

Exerting on

Getting my debt rate gone

Word is born

What difference does it make

Cause pass generations gone

Still couldn’t pass it on

What difference does it make

What difference does it make 

If at any given rate

Things just stay the same

What difference does it make 

If at any given rate

We keep on playing games

What difference does it make 

If at any given rate

There really isn’t even anything else left for me to say

DeeP. and the Couch King EP collectable stickers and zine available on Bandcamp here: https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com/album/deep-and-the-couch-king

This is the 3rd original song that DeeP. and I worked on together. I really appreciate his experimental yet accessible dark and soulful production work. I like how his music allows me to touch on topics that I normally wouldn’t write about if I were leading the music production. I have been reflecting on how it is important to stretch and grow and try new things. DeeP.’s music really helps me to achieve this goal and his mixing and mastering really brings out the best in me.

I wanted this song to fit in thematically with the other 2 songs we worked on but I felt the music wanted me to expand the range of subject matter. Therefore, I went gothic and took my cues from gothic literature, such as The Castle of Otranto and Frankenstein, and tried to channel those literary elements into a pop song. For the subject matter I was also reflecting on how psychic connections and empathy can be draining unless one develops and maintains skills to remain grounded and whole.

It is so fun to make music with musicians one admires. SoundCloud is the best place to be a fan. Both Phil McWalter and Nathalie B20 are SoundCloud legends and incredibly talented and prolific musicians who I have listened to for years now. I feel super honored to have finally gotten the chance to make music with these giants. I hope they had fun as well!!!

DeeP.: Music, Mix, and Mastering
https://soundcloud.com/detlef-piepke


Phil McWalter: Guitar

https://soundcloud.com/phil-mcwalter

Nathalie B20: Lyrics and Vocals

https://soundcloud.com/nathalie-b20

Couch King: Lyrics and Vocals

musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Lyrics

I’m loosing my self

You’re sucking me out

I was having my doubts

But you casted them out

Now I’m devout without will to walkout

Somehow you got me

Every time I think a you

I get linked up with you

And then I’m tangled up in your mind

Can’t go a week with you

Before I think were through

Because I’m going straight out of my mind

Try not to let it

Don’t let it

Get to me

Your consuming all my energy

Don’t call me gothic

Though I believe I got bit

You sucked all the life outta me

How naive was I to begin with

Thin skinned and an optimist

Going all in a romanticist

Fool hearted on destiny’s myth

Still in the grips of youthful bliss

You knew I could be possessed by just one kiss

Cupid’s potion’s in spit

Oh how I wished I could take just one more sip

One more hit

All the more craved by the way you withheld it

Blood from bit lips

Lust in wet drips

Pulsating of molded hips

Through the veil of lunar eclipse

There’s a pirate on one of those passing ships

Entangled in your clutches of guilt

Such is the life anguish built

Enchanted to hear the lilt of your final

Siren song once again

There’s a little death in your bite of venom

Pandora’s box in your denim

The sting of lies that become truths if you let ‘em

Any wrongdoings you sleuth

I can never forget ‘em

Bound to my faults

Wounds ’n deep salts

Trapped in this waltz

Every step out of time

You’re makin’ sure I regret ‘em

Through the veil of lunar eclipse

You cast your net and I got caught in ’em

For song and album art visit Wou-Wou & the Wormling at:

https://soundcloud.com/wouwouandthewormling

wouwouandthewormling.com

Here is the downloadable Slowed and Reverb Remix for those interested!

Slowed and Reverb Remix: https://soundcloud.com/syncopater-raps/ghosting-out-slowed-and-reverb-remix

Thanks for indulging my weird ideas Bitzone, you are the best!

This song is part of an LP of 12 songs that I made with Stricknice, Bitzone, and Wou-Wou & The Wormling (and many other friends who you all know on SoundCloud) from a massive set of demo tracks that Wou-Wou graciously passed on to me. Basically, this LP worth of songs was an early pandemic gift cause I had a little extra time on my hands to make music! I was originally going to release all the songs in one long track but one of my muses kept telling me to release this song on its own and I eventually succumbed to her wishes. I am massively grateful for all the work Stricknice, Bitzone, and Wou-Wou put into this big project. There may be more songs from this project that trickle out before the whole set is released. It was super cool to finally work with Bontender on a song. I have been a big fan of his indie rock sound for a long time. Bonetender rocks!!!

This song goes out to all the loners, weirdoes, freaks, and geeks out there. Who cares what society wants you to be. Be yourself and you just do you! There are plenty of normal people in the world already.

Bonetender: Transistor Organ and Guitar

https://soundcloud.com/bonetender

Stricknice: Guitar

https://soundcloud.com/j-nice-6

Bitzone: Bass and Drums, Mix and Master

https://soundcloud.com/bitzone

Wou-Wou & the Wormling: Guitar, Keys, Drums, Original Demo Track, Song Art

https://soundcloud.com/wouwouandthewormling

the Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Production

musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Lyrics

Watching you out the corner of my eye

Memorize your schedule to pass by

Feeling your energy get closer to intensify

Don’t think I’m a creep I’m really a nice guy

Why can’t I just walk up and say hi

I’d rather watch you from the wall like a fly

Ghosting out of my Generation

Watching you out the corner of my eye

Seeing you finally here to pass by

Inhale your scent to remember I retry

Don’t want to think I’m a creep so I lie

Why can’t I just walk up and say hi

I’d rather stay up against the wall like a fly

Ghosting out of my Generation

Watching you out the corner of my eye

Waiting all day for you to pass by

Feeling you brush against me I electrify

Don’t think I’m a creep I’m really a nice guy

Why can’t I just walk up and say hi

I’d rather watch you from the wall like a fly

Ghosting out of my Generation

Castration Nation

I have a lot of faith that people can be strong enough to recognize where they have done (or are doing) harm and make sincere amends. I also believe that people have the power to heal and forgive wrong doings. It takes great strength to walk together through the fire of our pains and come out the other end holding hands, recognizing and honoring our differences while acknowledging and celebrating our similarities.

May everyone get a chance to break bread together, enjoy some wine, and share some laughs.

Thanks again to Calebass, Jon, and Janine for joining me together on a 3rd track. We make a great team! It was really fantastic to have Chris O and Belial Pelegrim finally join a track on my page. Chris O and Belial are two SoundCloud legends in my opinion. I am so grateful to be making music with all my favorite people. If only I had more time to make music with all of my favorites on the cloud. Who knows, maybe I do!

And massive thanks to Russ and the Chaos Cookhouse for baking my bread in their oven once again. If it wasn’t for them, I would only be serving balls of dough.

Chris O: Lyrics and Vocals

https://soundcloud.com/chris-okunbor

Belial Pelegrim: Aurals, Outro Drone, and Additional Percussion

https://soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim

Calebass: Guitars and Song Art

https://soundcloud.com/calebass

Jon Lock: Bass

https://soundcloud.com/jon-lock-5

Janine Levinson: Lyrics and Vocals

https://soundcloud.com/janinelevinson


the Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, and Production

https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Russell Sinfield: Mix, Master, and Wind Tamer

https://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield

The Chaos Cookhouse: Studio

https://chaoscookhouse.bandcamp.com

Lyrics:

A rising hurricane blowing out the old

I feel it’s heading my way

Yes, a rising hurricane, heading my way

A rising hurricane blowing out the old

I just feel it’s blowing this way

The wind blows wicked by my side of the street

It’s heading my way

You better blow that away

We hunkered down for the storm breaks

Sat by the heath till our bones ached

Kept those embers burning for what’s at stake

Canned those apples for a future bake

When we can walk across the street

And give a hand shake

To our neighbors where the wind don’t take

A life’s time just to make up for

Past time’s big mistakes

Well rise-up hurricane and blow out the old

Trade them for a mighty dawn

The wind blows wicked by my side of the street

Push aside the night shades to break a deal

Trade them for a mighty dawn

Even though things still ain’t right

We got deep history still within sight

And at times things can be downright

Enough to incite our outright

Deepest ugliest version of contrite

I still cling tight

To that hope for that bright light

That one day things will be made right

But it ain’t gonna be if we just hang tight

Word

The wind blows wicked by my side of the street

A rising hurricane blowing out the old

I just feel, it’s a-heading our way

Push aside the night shades

Break another deal

Trade them for a mighty dawn

It sure seems there's always malice in the palace. Either you’re in the palace causing malice or you’re trying to stop the malice. In both cases there's still malice in the palace. As subjects, we have to live with that malice, so get out and vote. And if voting doesn’t make a difference, get out there and storm the palace, but only for a cause I believe in, lol.

I love roots reggae and am stuck in the period between '68 and '82. Don’t get me wrong, ska is great, and I lump rocksteady into my preferred period of reggae. And I am not saying I don’t appreciate later periods of reggae and dancehall. I did enjoy the 90s dancehall that often went along with golden era hip hop. But I will always like 70s roots reggae best. I must be old.

Thanks SoundCloud friends for making roots reggae with me and helping me LARP my musical fantasies. You're all the best! May everyone live out their rock star dreams.

Joerxworx: Horns

https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx

D. D. Danahy: Keyboards

https://soundcloud.com/darren-d-danahy

Heartscore: Guitar

https://soundcloud.com/heartscore

Jon Lock: Bass and Guitar

https://soundcloud.com/jon-lock-5

Bitzone: Drums and Percussion

https://soundcloud.com/bitzone

Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Production

https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Russell Sinfield: Mixing and Mastering

https://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield

The Chaos Cookhouse Studio

https://chaoscookhouse.bandcamp.com

Wou-Wou & Wormling: Song Art

https://soundcloud.com/wouwouandthewormling

Trodding in this world of inequity

People dying in the city

Kings in palaces show no pity

There’s malice in the palace

There’s malice in the palace

Queen Majesty let’s lick up the chalice

I wanna hear I wanna hear what you can tell us

And don’t you try to quell us

Or we’ll be storming up the citadel, yes!

You’ve got to be pure of heart and pure mind

Cause blessed are the pure in heart

So you’ve got to live clean

If you know what I mean

There’s malice in the palace

We’re storming the citadel, yes!

And in the end, the last shall be first, and the first last

For many shall be called, but few shall be chosen

Trodding in this world of inequity

People are dying in the city

And kings in palaces dem show no pity

There’s malice in the palace

There’s malice in the palace

Queen Majesty let’s lick up the chalice

I wanna hear I wanna hear what you can tell us

So whoever knows the right thing to do and fails to do it

For him it is sin

And that is the way of the righteous

For the path may be rocky

But the conscious can remain clean

If you know what I mean

There’s malice in the palace

And we’re storming the citadel, yes!

For many are called, but few are chosen

There’s malice in the palace

There’s malice in the palace,

Queen Majesty let’s lick up the chalice

I wanna hear I wanna hear what you have to say

And don’t you lie to us

Or we’ll be climbing the citadel, yes!

Or we’ll be climbing the citadel

There’s too much inequity

So don’t you try quell

Do good things for in due season we will reap

So do not grow weary in doing good, y’all

And the fruit of the spirit is love, goodness, and peace

And against such things there is no law

Living in the righteous way is no flaw

There’s Malice in da palace

And We’re storming the citadel

We’re storming the citadel, yes!

For many are called, but few are chosen

There’s Malice in da palace

There’s Malice in da palace

There’s Malice in da palace

There’s Malice in da palace

Trodding in this world of inequity

people dying in the city

Kings in palaces dem show no pity

And we’re all going to be storming the citadel, yes!

So Queen Majesty

I wanna have a word with you and lick up da chalice

I wanna hear, I wanna hear, I wanna hear what you have to say

There’s Malice in da palace

There’s Malice in da palace

And don’t you try to quell us

There’s Malice in da palace

Keep your heart with all vigilance, for from it flow the springs of life

Watch the video and listen to You Listen while soaking in the vibes of Mexican agriculture circa 1950s here: https://fb.watch/2tXYb4EpAr/

I deeply recognize the disparity in ways natural and human disasters affect different groups of people and the need for greater equality of care. I also recognize that I live with many privileges that others do not have. And with these recognitions, I still believe there is space for us all to have a gratitude practice while passionately endeavoring for positive change.

I am grateful for all the accumulated creativity and work of our ancestors that lead to the eventual creation of the internet and SoundCloud which has enabled us to remain artistically connected during this period of increased physical isolation.

May everyone’s seeds be fruitful and multiply.

Jonathan Beckenstein: Rhythm Guitar, Fake Steel Guitar

https://soundcloud.com/jonathan_beckenstein

Calebass: Guitars and Song Art

https://soundcloud.com/calebass

Jon Lock: Bass

https://soundcloud.com/jon-lock-5


Janine Levinson: Vocals

https://soundcloud.com/janinelevinson


the Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, and Production

https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Russell Sinfield: Mix, Master, and Campfire Leader

https://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield

The Chaos Cookhouse: Studio

https://chaoscookhouse.bandcamp.com

Lyrics:

We thank this seed with its potency

To bring forth fruits so copiously

With opened hearts and festivity

4 20 days of ceremony

You listen

Oh, you listen

We’re thankful that

You listen

You listen

Yea, you listen

In the morning dew

You glisten

We honor you with crimsoned desire

Following Nanahuatl who jumped in the fire

May your sacrifices continue to inspire

And bring forth gratitude until we expire

The days are long and the weather is hot

We call on the rains to weather our crops

Bless the labor of men and divined thought

Honored to sacrifice for all that we got

We thank this seed with it’s potency

To bring forth fruits so copiously

With opened hearts and festivity

4 20 days of ceremony

We be handing out the alms for the love of Xipe Totec

Got the gods in the house garlands all around their necks

Sitting on sheaves, leaves of tzapote

Honoring renewal of life and all that is holy

Flayed in the way maize loses layers

With hope of vegetation we given up the prayers

Flayed in the way maize loses layers

With hope of vegetation we given up the prayers

Conquering and ruling cultures often oppress those they dominate. The oppressed, and those with less power, will always eventually seek justice, representation, and equal power from their subjugators. Those whose culture have been vilified, repressed, and appropriated can regain their power and love by learning about their past, choosing and identifying their cultural heroes for themselves, and restoring their appreciation and celebrations for their ancestors.

May this song encourage an honest look into your past, acknowledging both the shadow and the light, appreciating the beauty of what was and is, and learning from accomplishments and mistakes to continue our evolution in becoming better co-creators with the planet.

I used some of a bass stem Alpha Roots sent me to make Red Earth Clay and I used the rest of the stem to make Sow Your Seeds. I have one unused bass and drum stem from Alpha Roots that I will make an old school hip hop song with and I may remix his original Hosanna bass stem one day to make a new reggae song. I may also ask Russ if I can make a version of Da Weed using Alpha Roots’ stems one day. After that, I may be complete unless I get gifted some Alpha Roots stems to play with.

Huge thanks to Chiefo who set the original tone of this song which gave me inspiration for the lyrics. Big ups to Fady, bit zone, and Lady of Fire Poetry for joining in on this project and adding their collective vibe. Massive thanks to Wou-Wou & the Wormling for keeping the track on skank with his rhythm guitar and for providing us with his incredible art work - commission him for some work y’all!!! And massive thanks to Russell and the Chaos Cookhouse for mixing and mastering these stems into the huge dubbed out joint that it is. Hit Russ up for his mixing and mastering services now!!!

Alpha Roots
: Bass

https://soundcloud.com/alpha-roots


Chiefo: Synths

https://soundcloud.com/jonahjohn

Wou-Wou & the Wormling: Rhythm Guitar

https://soundcloud.com/wouwouandthewormling

Fady: Keys

https://soundcloud.com/fadysporz

bitzone: Drums and Vocals

https://soundcloud.com/bitzone


Lady of Fire Poetry: Vocals

https://soundcloud.com/ladyofire

Couch King: Lyrics and Vocals


musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Russell Sinfield: Mix and Master

https://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield

Mixed at the Chaos Cookhouse

https://chaoscookhouse.bandcamp.com

Art by Wou-Wou & the Wormling

https://wouwouandthewormling.com

Lyrics:

Know your roots and your culture

Hey hey hey, hey hey hey

Rock your roots and your culture

Hey hey hey, hey hey hey

Get to know your roots and your culture

Who you be now

Know your history now


So you can see now

Where you wanna sow your seeds now

Where you wanna sow your seeds now

Hey ey ey

Hey ey ey

Gonna build on that which went before I


Try and build on that which went before I


Never knew who I was


Dem try and control my


Never knew who I was


Dem try and control my


Destiny with suppression and lies


Deny that my ancestors were wise


Revise my story with your wicked eyes
 so others will despise


And overlook the great civilizations that my people built

Likewise likewise likewise

Unaware of history your destined to repeat it


Only hear deceitful stories and we’re likely to concede to it


Take away the leaders from our culture to unseat it


Take away our dreams from our spirit to defeat it


Replace dem with your poor role models and everyone believes in it

Replace dem with your hopelessness and everyone perceives it


But Jah lion shines bright in us and we only need to see it


Jah lion is shining bright in us and all we need to do is reveal it

Listen to St. Clement while watching Lance Mountain skateboard in the 1984 skateboarding film, The Bones Brigade Video Show here: https://www.facebook.com/couchkingpresents/videos/715433375670753/

I had been really wanting to make new music with Calebass. I have been making a lot of songs that lean more heavily toward hip hop the last couple years and felt like heading back toward the direction of my earlier years on SoundCloud. Luckily Calebass was willing and ready and the music flowed easily and steadily. Jon did an amazing job adding an element of jazz with his bass and Janine really awakened the psychedelic spirit and Age of Aquarius with her vocals. It was extra bonus to have both Sinfields participate in this song making this a real SC family affair. Lyrically, I was inspired by the children’s book, Ox-Cart Man, which I love, and all the felt mouse toys I recently made for my cat at my daughter’s request.

Thanks for all your years of listening everyone!

This is dedicated to the joys of making things at home.

Calebass: Guitars and Song Image / Art

https://soundcloud.com/calebass

Jon Lock: Bass

https://soundcloud.com/jon-lock-5

Janine Levinson: Vocals

https://soundcloud.com/janinelevinson


Alex Collett Sinfield: Saxaphone

https://soundcloud.com/alex_collett_sinfield


the Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, and Production

musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Russell Sinfield: Mix and Master

https://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield

The Chaos Cookhouse: Studio

https://chaoscookhouse.bandcamp.com

Lyrics:

Felt

Of natural fibers

Pelt

Nature’s the provider

Sheep and goats and muskoxen

Wool and cashmere qiviut

Nothing that’s a toxin only

Simply as god giveth

Dyes of plants and insects

Cochineal that’s rich and intense

I light up the incense

As you gather up our projects

Single felting needle

Scissors from the cupboard

We are crafting peoples

Churning our own butters

Lalalalalalala

Lalalala

Lalalalalalala

Lalalala

Saint Clement fleeing from his city

Felted wool upon his blistered piggies

Accidentally felted

From moisture and friction

It took the shape of

Socks

Accidentally felted

From the moisture and friction

It took the shape of

Socks

I dry skins in my oven

Till the thin fur turns

Orange summon

Urnamman as smoke drifts to heaven

Waking up the legends battling

Over bragging rights to the origins

The color of carrot

Felt hoods dyed and blocked

To make hats

I inhale the vapors

And see the stories come to life

As a small white cat adhered to a board

Acts out the dreams of a young child bored

In a mad scene

Of scientists looking for a vaccine

To score points for the lord of carotene

Off with his head

DeeP. and the Couch King EP collectable stickers and zine available on Bandcamp here:

https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com/album/deep-and-the-couch-king

This is the second song that DeeP. and I began together. I really enjoy working on these darker tracks with DeeP. and exploring themes of depression, anxiety, fear, and shame. This song was inspired by a person that I was working with who would call me evil whenever he saw me. Even with me being as positive and non judgmental as possible, I am sure I was seen as another person telling him what to do and making decisions for him based on judgmental criteria. I think these are feelings many of us have had and it can be easy to relate to, though difficult to confront.

I am grateful that we always have an opportunity to grow, learn, reflect, and evolve as individuals, communities, nations, and as a species. May we all be better to each other.

Giant thanks to DeeP. for working with me on this track. And huge thanks to Nick for joining me on this first track together. I have long enjoyed and felt inspired by Nick’s creative and experimental guitar work and musicianship. I am super glad to have his vibe on this track!

DeeP.: Music, Mix, and Mastering


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♤/ Nick Davies: EBow, Guitar


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Couch King: Lyrics and Vocals


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Lyrics:

You’re never gonna make it

You’re dumb and you know it

You’re just a mistake kid

Don’t belong and you show it

Why you even trying

This ain’t meant for you kid

I already know that your lying

We already know that you did it

They know your planning on taking it

And gonna try to deny it

Why even try to fight it

That’s just the way life is

You’re never gonna change it

You must be deranged if you

Think anything will be different

If you get outta here shit

You’ll still be the same kid

Just a little punk kid

Look what you done did

When you got mad then you run hid

Don’t ever listen

To what people are saying kid

Better watch your language

Always talking trash

Claiming disadvantage

You and me we clash

Why can’t you manage

Come off way too brash

I can tell that you’re damaged

Parents shoulda whooped your ass

Who you think you talking to

Always talking back

I know all about you ’n

Your side of the track

Don’t question me

Look at me

When you hear me speaking

Think you know everything

Really know nothing

Parent’s got nothing

Apparent your fronting

Looking confronting

That’s why I ain’t trusting

Homelife disgustin’

Cop frequently busting

No wonder you like that

Your really screwed up kid

Disdain disgust despite distrust

Dismissed deprived derided and cussed

Disparaged, defied, despised when discussed

Detested, depreciated, decried, and hushed

Oh, here comes the demon again

And he’s wearing his crown

Here comes the devil again

Pretending to be your friend

In an invisible gown

You are so worthless

Won’t amount to anything

Going through life purposeless

There’s nothing you bring

Your just an embarrassment

You show no respect

Always been a disappointment

All you touched is wrecked

Where’s your self-esteem kid

Where’s your sense of pride did

You think can get by with

Living on a free ride shit

Better watch where your going

I can tell you don’t give a damn

Nor care to understand

Perspective other than

The one that your knowing

Don’t give a shit

Always so negative

Quick to give up

Can’t contro ya temper

About to blow up

I can tell that your stuck

Ain’t gonna change

It’s time that you face it

Never act your age

Your impulsive ’n impatient

Look at your rage

Can’t have a conversation

Should put you in a cage

Before you fuckup again Kid

Disgraced, degraded, deplored, dominated

Diminish, demeaned, defamed, humiliated

Discredited, devalued, denounced, subjugated

Denied, debased, detained, incarcerated

Oh, here comes the devil again

And he’s wearing his crown

Here comes the devil again

Pretending to be your friend

In an invisible gown