Rebecca Pittenger's Podcast of Weird Songs

Here's a sorta cleaned up and gussied up version of the song from yesterday. Briefly, it's about aliens coming and stealing our sleep, cuz said sleep is used as an energy source for them, y'know, to fuel their rockets and such. Those dastardly aliens. 

I'm gonna re-do the instrumental part of this song. As soon as you hear it, you'll probably have a good idea why. Anyway, it's a song about how America has and insomnia epidemic, and it's because aliens come in the night and steal our sleep. Apparently, said sleep, is a vast energy source for these aliens. They use it as rocket fuel and stuff. In any event, stay tuned for a version (hopefully tomorrow) that'll have an instrumental section that is a little less...um, piercing? Something like that.

Hmmm, the instrumental part's kinda growing on me. I'll see how I feel in the morning, yessiree, man.

This song came to me in a dream this morning. See, I've been thinking about the moment the clock switches over to midnight and, suddenly, it's the next day. My brain has recently been askin', what if (for example) December 8th was my last good day, and something horrible is going to happen on December 9th? 

The image this song brings up is of someone whose partner is not long for this world. Maybe terminally ill or something like that. And every night, when it becomes midnight, the protagonist wonders if yesterday was the last day her partner will have spent 24 hours with her. Will the new day be the day he dies? And when that does eventually happen, her life will be divided in 2. The before-time (the time before her partner died) and the after-time (the time after her partner died). Yeah, I guess this song is a little depresso-genic.

I mean, the partner could also be female. I just said, "the day he dies," and stuff for the sake of brevity.

Here's the next song in the fucked up relationship album; it got late so I'm too lazy to do art and get a good mix. Bleh. It's piggybacking on the song about wondering if the mean boyfriend is dead.

This is probably the 5,000th song where I'm attempting to sound like a drunk church. There are actually some drunk church-y moments, which I'll call a success, cuz usually, I don't sound like a drunk-church when I'm trying to; and, occasionally, I end up sounding like a drunk-church, when I'm not tryin' to do it. 

In any event, I listened to my first abortive attempt at writing the song, "Half Blind and Out of Balance," the other day; and there was one moment in the song that I'd forgotten about, one part that I really liked. I figured, hey, let's put that part into a new song, woohoo. This is just a demo, by the way. I'm hopin' to flesh this out at some point.

This is the next song in the Fucked Up Relationship Album, Part 3. It's about the girlfriend hearing a thump coming from upstairs and wondering if her boyfriend fell over. Suddenly, a sense o' relief comes over her, as she thinks, "maybe he fell down dead." Then she realizes, that's maybe not a good sign to be relieved that your boyfriend is dead.

I decided after a while that, while the medley version of this song is serviceable, I wanted something with a bunch of rap in it. Yes, a lot of rap. Rapping and banjo-ing to get rid of the poopy evil spirits and bad curses. 

What sounds like a string of non-sequiturs is a song of protection; or I mean, at least I'm tryin' to make a li'l song o' protection. I'm reasonably certain there's a curse following me around, and I know whodunit, but there's no way to prove it. There might even be evil spirits involved. So, here's my li'l song of protection that I intend to play in every room of this house in order to drive away the bad, shitty energies. Feel free to say a li'l prayer for me. But you don't have to.

This is the next song in the Fucked Up Relationship Album, Part 3. Yes, I have memories of my life bein' grey when I was with that dude. I was all, yay, I'm happy cuz I'm with a dude. But the color of my life was simultaneously grey.

Sorry for the repeat, but, listening to this song last night, I realized the chorus needed just a little something else to make it sound complete. So I added a little fall and response thingy to it. Not the very first one, but the subsequent ones.