Thursday, May 18, 2017

Dangerous Worlds - steampunk music



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 true
In 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!

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 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
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
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 over
Why 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 scars
Come 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 young
This 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 scars
Come 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
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 thing
Come 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 scars
Come on, baby! Show me your claws
I wanna be, where you are


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