Dangerous
Worlds – the steampunk band that never was from a past that never
was. Sometimes things just don't work out. Steampunk music. It
seemed like a nice change of pace from the intense days of my earlier
industrial punk band Crowd Violence (ataricore noiserock is go!) A
simple three piece of strings-drums-vox. I even had a Tesla coil so I
could play some electrifying surf rock for a finale. Turns out the
coil builder was a good fabricator but not a good engineer. Thing
never worked properly beyond playing happy birthday and a few other
tunes via midi, and even half of those were messed up because of bad
channel interface. And none of my local mad scientists had the
know-how to bring it back to life. Sad, sad.
After
hitting up all the classical (violin, cello) strings players I could
find, some 40+, and being unfruitful in my pursuit, I turned to my
other passions, such as writing steampunk horror novels like Chainsaw
Alice in Wonderland or starting an officially recognized religion
to the dark gods via the First United Church of Cthulhu. But I will
always be a musician. At my root, that is who I am. I listen, play
or sing every single day and will until I die. You can't stop rock
and roll.
And
hey! I've heard a lot worse at some of the steampunk conventions.
And they were getting paid! So if you'd like to pay me to never sing
again, feel free to donate generously via Paypal. And let's face it,
steampunk needs a little more punk and a little less robots playing
PBS kids show tunes or pompous assholes who think they invented the
subsubgenre. You are not a rockstar! You're playing in the Montana
Room at the Holiday Inn at an old-timey sci-fi convention. Get over
yourself. Fuckin' amateurs.
Was
feeling a bit nostalgic for the good old days of performing and
hitting the local music scene five nights a week, so after a show and
still inebriated I recorded some lyrics. This was the only one that
made it through without slurring, laughing, or forgetting some of the
words. Bathroom acoustics are not everything they're cracked up to
be.
And trug is an obsolete obscenity. Maybe I'll see you down at the trugging house.
GRAND
THEFT AIRSHIP (a capella)
In
an armored zeppelin, baby, don’t you know that I’ll always love
you
In
an armored zeppelin, baby, don’t you know that I’ll always be
trueIn an armored zeppelin, baby, come and take a ride
In an armored zeppelin, baby, it’ll all be alright
Been a long time since I flew in the moonlight
Been a long time since my airship took flight
Been a long time, been a long time,
Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time, yes it has
I got my head in the clouds and my heart in your hands
I got my head in the clouds and my heart in your hands
I got my head in the clouds and my heart in your hands
Don’t you understand?
I got my head in the clouds and my heart in your hands
I got my head in the clouds and my heart in your hands
I got my head in the clouds and my heart in your hands
Don’t you understand?
No GTA today! No GTA today! No GTA today! No GTA today!
Grand Theft Airship
No
GTA today! No GTA today! No GTA today! No GTA today!
Air pirates trug off!
Air pirates trug off!
Air pirates trug off!
Air pirates trug off!
No GTA today! No GTA today! No GTA today! No GTA today!
I got my head in the clouds and my heart in your hands
I got my head in the clouds and my heart in your hands
I got my head in the clouds and my heart in your hands
Don’t you understand?
Sometimes
I can't sleep. . .so I sing! Or perform an entire concert, in my
bedroom. This time I actually recorded it. And not drunk this time,
just suffering from terrible insomnia. The song is based on true
stories. This is actual advice I received from my young daughter,
and YES! I still do stupid things for pretty girls.
My neighbors are all good people so I decided it best not use the actual drum kit for this one. Bedroll drumroll. And check out that rock face! Jack Black would be proud. Can you find the pictures of the dead Victorian family members and the idol of Cthulhu in the background? And the Tesla shirt, naturally.
YOU'RE
NO PRINCESS
My
daughter said Daddy, “No more bad girls, you can only kiss a
princess.”
But I need some help to save me from myself
‘Cause
you know I can’t resist ‘em!But I need some help to save me from myself
You’re no princess! You’re no princess! You’re no princess!
You’re no princess! You’re no princess! You’re no princess!
And I think I like it
These Vicki chicks come equipped
I
do
Stupid
things for pretty girlsStupid things for pretty girls
Stupid things for pretty girls
Stupid things for pretty girls
Stupid things for pretty girls
Stupid things for pretty girls
Stupid things for pretty girls
Stupid things for pretty girls
You’re
no princess! You’re no princess! You’re no princess!
You’re no princess! You’re no princess! You’re no princess!
And I think I like it
Saloon girls are people, too
Saloon girls are people, too
Yes I’m gonna make love to you
You’re
no princess! You’re no princess! You’re no princess!
You’re
no princess! You’re no princess! You’re no princess!
And
I think I like it
Deaths
come in threes, right? Well so does shitty steampunk music. And if
it's not apparent, I may have drums but I am not a drummer.
What exactly was Doctor Moreau making on that island of his?
Party animals.
WHERE
THE WILD THINGS ARE
I
wanna kiss you on the velvet sofa
Let
my lovin' take you overWhy don't you slip a gin jacket on
We'll keep it going 'til the break of dawn
I
wanna be where the wild things are
Have
a good time and get a few scarsCome on, baby! Show me your claws
I wanna be where the wild things are
A
little brown sugar on the tip of your tongue
Come
with me, the night is still youngThis is the plight of the working class
The king is dead and Vicki is a gas
I
wanna be where the wild things are
Have
a good time and get a few scarsCome on, baby! Show me your claws
I wanna be where the wild things are
Come on! Come on! Come on! Wild thing
Come on! Come on! Come on! Wild thing
Yeah! Yeah! Yea-ah!
Come
on! Come on! Come on! Wild thing
Come
on! Come on! Come on! Wild thingCome on! Come on! Come on! Wild thing
Yeah! Yeah! Yea-ah!
I
wanna be where the wild things are
Have
a good time and get a few scarsCome on, baby! Show me your claws
I wanna be, where you are
No comments:
Post a Comment