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qoq

Squanto Sez

by qoq

A musical ode to the Living Spirit of the American Thanksgiving holiday's figurehead and founder, Squanto.
  • 02:12 Lyrics
    Squanto Sez

    Says the mime to the mirror,
    “Watch me, do as I say,
    Let’s go shopping tomorrow,
    It’s a new holiday”
    Buy a teddy-bear and give thanks to your ‘brer because
    Squanto’s alive!
    And the word on the street is,
    "…Squanto says, “Hi…"

    Squanto says, "Hello!"
    Squanto says, "Bonjour!"
    Squanto says, "Hola!"

    Says familial relation,
    To the secondary one,
    “Don’t you think little Jon-Jon,
    looks like Jesus’ son?”
    She had better pair her thanks with her prayers because
    Squanto’s alive!
    And the headliners are all reading,
    "…Squanto says, "Hi…”

    Squanto says, "Shalom"
    Squanto says, "Salaam"
    Squanto says, "Salamé"
    Squanto says…

    Says the boss to the servant,
    With a backhanded smirk,
    As he minces his marrow,
    “Have some leftover turk’”
    He had better share his spares with the Saharans because
    Squanto’s alive!
    And the birds are all a-twittering,
    "…Squanto says, “OY! YO! WHAT'S UP?…”

    Squanto says, "Jambo!"
    Squanto says, "Ni-hao!"
    Squanto says, "Ciao, ciao!"
    Squanto says, "Konnichiwa!"
    Squanto says, "Zdorovo!"
    Squanto says, "Anh-yeong-ha-se-yo!
    Squanto says, "Mabuhay!"
    Squanto says, "Kia ora!"
    Squanto says, "Szia!"
    Squanto says, "Namaste!"
    Squanto says, "Aloha!"
    Squanto says…

NOTES
Jarl Sonkin - guitars, vocals, ocarina, melodica
Vito Pelikan - drums
Alex Goldman - bass

Mixed by Alex Goldman of Glowmobile Recording Co.
Recorded by Chris Mahle of Cb Media

fabelandia

by Qz

Epic poem folk rock pop musical fable.
  • 03:06 Lyrics
    Sing-A-Song(Of Bearded Candy)

    ¡Monstro! I hitched my pail, then I set sail, and I went off searching for the belly of the beast. 
    ¡Colombo! Though all was lost, still I kept my one eyeball, a-crossed the sea and journeyed to the east. 

    Having gone looking for the Love-Bug King-y, kingy 
    King, he'll tell me what is the one thingy, thingy 
    Thing he's wanting most for me to singy, singy, singy about... 
    "Singy, singy, about...Singy, singy...Ah!" 

    "Sing a song of bearded candy, 
    sing a song of bearded candy, 
    Sing a song of bearded candy 
    Sing a song, sing a song!" 

    "¡Allegro! Sing me a song, a sing-a-long, one that is happy and is blissfully upbeat. 
    ¡Secuestro! I'll keep you here until I hear just what I wanna hear, so why not take a seat?" 

    Inducing visions of a siren slinking, slinking 
    Slink inspires me not to do much thinking, sinking 
    Think I'll have to bid the Love-Bug kingy, kingy, kingy adieu... 
    Singy, singy, I do...Singy, singy...I… 

    Sing the song of bearded candy, 
    Sing a song of bearded candy, 
    Sing a song of bearded candy 
    Sing a song, sing a song! 
    Sing a song of bearded candy 
    Sing a song of bearded candy, 
    Sing a song of bearded candy 
    Sing a song, sing a song! 
    Sing a song, sing a song...

  • 03:05 Lyrics
    (Go Cloud)Heroes

    He row, row, rows his boat gently downstream so 
    Slow–ly traveling easy, hands and knees, he'll 
    Crawl upon the ground until he's found his 
    Sole exemplary reason for being, but… 
    Why waste life on thoughts of what one hasn’t got? 
    While space-time lines curve away from view 
    Who else to blame it on but you? 

    No! Go cloud, no! Go now! 
    Disappear, the sky will clear 
    Up! Go-Cloud, go! Go now! 
    Have no fear, we're go, Cloud 

    He rose, to kiss the morning light beneath his 
    Nose is growing freely, thru the ceiling 
    Close–r to the truth, but lacking proof he'll 
    Blow his mind insane, alive in vain, but… 
    What makes time the final word on all observed? 
    We only taste life like it's a sample from a tray 
    Are we left with nothing more to say? 

    No! Go cloud, no! Go now! 
    Disappear, the sky will clear 
    Up! Go-Cloud, go! Go now! 
    Have no fear, we're skyward 
    He rose...away, way... 
    Up...away, way... 
    Rose rows away, way away, way 
    Up, up, up and away, way, way away! 

    No! Go cloud, no! Go now! 
    Disappear, the sky will clear 
    Up! Go-Cloud, go! Go now! 
    Have no fear, we're go-cloud heroes! 
    We're go-cloud heroes! We're go-cloud heroes! 
    We're go-cloud heroes! We're go-cloud heroes! 
    We're go-cloud heroes! We're go-cloud heroes! 

    We're skyward heroes..

  • 05:11 Lyrics
    ¡Yo, Solo!

    ¡Yo solo, yo solo, yo solo, yo solo!

    Shadowboxing while I walks me home–alone! 
    Nananananananananananananana 
    Pensando que soy el mas chingon, jodon, cabron, mamon 
    Nananananananananananananana 
    I was minding no one's business but my own 
    Nananananananananananananana 

    They tell me, "Say, niño...ó niña?" 
    "Babyface! ¡Cara de niño, ven aca!" 
    Yo digo, I say, "Yessir...¿que pas–*hiccup*–SAP?" 
    Theyz repliesh, "My eyes have seen you...and you're fucked!" 
    But, if you'd only let me be, you wouldn't see me at all! 
    And if you could see what I could be, you wouldn't wanna see me fall! ¡No-no! 

    If they just see you, then you're fucked! 
    I tell you, amigo...better duck! 
    Because, you just be you're shit-outta luck! 
    You are SOL, sol–O'! Low, low, low, low... 
    You're so low, you're solo, yo solo, "Yo, Solo!" 

    Tell us who drew first blood? 
    ¿Quien fué el quien atacó? 
    Oh, n-n-no we dunno, no know, no-no... 
    Was it a fire in his gut? 
    ¿Le hirió el estómago? 
    Si s-s-señor, it was so low, low, low, low a blow... 

    So long as grounds the excused has stood upon 
    Were in his land and not your Madre's, Juan... 
    ¡Hijo! You don't look innocent, son! 
    ¡Obey la Ley, hood! O te van a hacer desaparecer, 
    make you gone with the gun! 

    Begone con un gun, you green alien! 
    Call off your clones, "Gringo, go home." 
    Ol' Mikkky's farm, don't need no lawn. 
    Order them a round, run them out of town on a 
    Rail against the windmills, against the greenies, 
    against the phantom's cry! 

    Yes, even if you turn see-thru, they're just as blind. 
    ¡Te digo, mi friend-Oh...it's a crime! 
    But, you just gotta let 'em see, you've gotta shine, 
    For all time, yes! Human-kindness, 
    Porque eres un Sol! Oh! 

    Your soul, oh! 
    You solo! 
    Your solo! 
    ¡Yo solo!

  • 02:53 Lyrics
    Los Nursery Thymes

    I read all about and felt entitled to shout, 
    But, then "The Man" said, "Son, you'd better come along... 
    Get with the times and if you follow the signs then, 
    Line after line, you will feel fine, rhyme after rhyme gets stuck in your 
    mind...Or, matter does it, to your brain, if there's no beat or no refrain?" 
    Yeah yeah, yeah yeah...yeah yeah 

    Yeah, it does to you, what it does to me 
    So, what makes you think, you're superior being? 
    Just the way you roll? Just do as you're sold 
    Plug up all your holes by remote control! 

    How does it go? "Ask me..." Well, how do y'know? 
    "Coz, I'm in the know, cousin. I write the show! 
    Slip me some soul, and I will write you a poem! 
    Or, maybe a note, or maybe I won't 
    Or maybe you know it, or maybe you don't–" 

    Know? No-no, no, no-no, no, no-no, no, notice all this noise 
    Come from the speaker, a way of life for we the people. 
    Oh, wait am I not US eagle? I'll go away from a life lived with such sheep, 
    I'll sleep less at night...but, I'll know this, notice, yes... 

    Patient and slow's the only way we can grow, 
    And away we go, in a way we glow! 
    Forget our crimes, it's to the summit we climbs. 
    We're in nursery times, we are nursing in time. 
    Will your nurse be on time, with your nursery thyme?

  • 03:13 Lyrics
    The Perfect Age

    This is the perfect age for me, 
    I've got no when else I'd rather be. 
    Not so long ago, I longed for so long ago... 
    But, now I know now is the when to know. 

    This is the time that I exist, 
    I won't ever know all that I've missed. 
    Way past pondering the past, or if I've passed on some passing fad... 
    Coz, I'll still know all of the time I've had. 

    Remembering everything I've done, 
    Re–going over everywhere I've gone. 
    Ever since forever and ever, when I was ever so very, very small... 
    Yeah, sure, I can still recall it all. 

    I'll remember how this is the perfect age, 
    For growing older, without growing colder 
    Progressive growth, recollection aged to perfection. 
    Perfect the I, who's otherwise known as me 
    I'll be what I'm supposed to be. 

    Yes, this is the perfect age for me. 
    This is the perfect age for we, 
    We've got no when else we'd rather be. 
    Not so long ago, we longed for so long ago... 
    But, now we know now is the when to know!

NOTES
Jarl Sonkin- guitars, vocals
Vito Pelikan - drums, percussion

Produced by Jorge Garcia at La Casa de los Abuelos.

THEqueuesette

by Jarl Q

Limited edition cassette with experimental lo-fi and pop overtones.
  • 04:58 Lyrics
    Soccer Puck

    I feel unkempt 
    Don’t want or need no cigarette 
    We’ll share one square, four corners 
    This side-your side 
    My side and theirs 
    There’s bound to be a point where we’ll break even 
    Even though I don’t know where 
    “I” is “my” friend 
    Please pass more bread 
    I’ve toasted most of what’s good 
    From the oven 
    Of au naturale appeal 
    Peel me a banana, Diana 
    Dying to be your Al 
    uh-lal, lal, lal, lal,lal, la,la,la, la, la, 
    Call me Alvis 

    It’s not in his sock 
    It’s not in my pocket, ooh 
    I just like the skunk 
    So spare me your junkie, you 

    Now, I feel up-tempo 
    In a redirect 
    We’ll fry our insides to finally 
    Have no gun 
    Held to our heads 
    Hetzl’s bringing back a pretzel bag 
    Bagged ‘specially for the Queens 
    I "bee" insect 
    Give me credit 
    I’ve tried to inscribe my thought-crimes 
    Into a card 
    That I thought you’d accept 
    Except now I can’t American Express it 
    It’s inexpressible 
    Uh-waaal, uh-waaa waaa, waaa, waal, uh-waaa waaa, uh-waaa, waaa, waal, wall 
    A wall, it's a wall, a wall 

    It’s not in my sock 
    It’s not in his pocket, ooh 
    The plumber you plucked 
    Won’t lend me a bucket, eww 

    I’m gonna steal your song 
    I’m gonna steal your vote 
    I’m gonna steal your goal (duh!) 
    I wanna steal your soul back

  • 04:18 Lyrics
    Whicheverwon

    Stones, stones, stones from dinosaurus bones, 
    They put this goat 
    Inside my throat 

    Clones, clones, clones of bitter left unknowns, 
    They cloud my sea 
    So viciously 

    Home, home, home yet through the clouds still shone, 
    Or shined, or shunned 
    Whichever one 

    Whicheverwon 
    That’s the one 
    And whichever won 
    That’s the one 
    That’s the one 
    That’s the one 
    That’s the one 
    That’s the… 

    Moan, moan, moan, It’s all I can do b’sides zone, 
    But I don’t care 
    I’m self-aware 

    Sown, sown, sown, tethered am I can’t roam, 
    So I’m glad your face 
    Breathes outer-space 

    Snow, snow, snow, that was your favorite show, 
    Or she, or shoe… 
    A pair or two? 

    And a pair of ones 
    That’s one-one 
    And whichever won 
    That’s the one 
    That’s the one 
    That’s the one 
    That’s the one 
    That’s the… 

    Phone, phone, phone me, when you plan on going, 
    Still glad your face 
    Breathes outer-space 
    I’m glad your face 
    Breathes outer-space 
    So glad your face 
    Breathes outer-space

  • 03:35 Lyrics
    Whether Baby

    “Take a sip, because…" 
    It’s harder to sink a stone! 
    "Bring three ships, because…" 
    I hear that’s how it’s going down! 
    She licked my lips, 
    She says I "don’t want to be alone" 

    But, 
    “She is a weather vane, Hiding in the sand” 
    Awe 
    She is a Whether Baby, She don’t give a damn 

    “Listen closely, or else I don’t think you’ll understand" 
    No! 
    "Change your clothes, dear” 
    I said, Is that how you measure a man’s soul? 
    She pinched my nose, 
    She says I "don’t wanna be a ghost" 

    But, 
    “She is a weather vain, Hiding in the sand” 
    Aww 
    She is a Whether Baby, She don’t give a damn 

    Ate that shit, because I wanted to be alone 
    Changed my clothes, and now I feel like a goddamn ghost 
    She holds me close, 
    She says I "don’t wannabe unknown" 

    And it’s hard, 
    I know 
    To be un/It’s the un, 
    Unknown 
    But you think that it’s/Can you please get it, 
    To go 
    But it's hard, hard, hard, 
    We know 

    “She is a weather vein, Hiding in the sand” 
    Ahh 
    She is our Whether Baby, She don’t give a damn 

    “She is a weather vane, Hiding in the sand” 
    Nah 
    She‘s our own whether baby, she don’t give a damn

NOTES
Jarl Sonkin- guitar, vocals, harmonica, percussion
Rob Wintour- guitar, vocals, percussion
Alex Goldman- backing vocals, percussion

Produced by Alex Goldman at Hargrave Haus.


Noisemaker

by The Queues

Busted headlamps, rust, and a 6pack of Dr. Pepper, all being shot out of a toy gun...at a band...who sound like The Monkees meet Joy Division.
  • 02:26 Lyrics
    Opposite-Milk Day

    Every Saturday morning there’s a reason to feel fine. 
    Happily the Royal Assistants rush to read the new headline. 
    It seems there’s never a moment that’s allowed to be unwound, 
    It’s much easier to follow suit when there’s no one else around. 
    Wait now what’s that sound? 

    Hey-hey, it’s Opposite-Milk Day! 
    Hey-hey, it’s Opposite-Milk Day! 

    Standing guards above ground, observing all the in between, 
    Never understand what it means when liars laugh until they’re green. 
    Ostrich eggs and a noisemaker can cure a restless mind, 
    Entertaining visitors long enough to pause and press rewind. 
    It’s all so unkind! 

    Hey-hey, it’s Opposite-Milk Day! 
    Hey-hey, it’s Opposite-Milk Day! 

    They will call up a marching band and tell them where to go. 
    Plastered on their faces are postage stamps that stomp through sand and snow. 
    Sirens signaling castaways to comb a distant isle, 
    Overstocking shelves with their potions redesigned to make men smile. 
    And all the meanwhile… 

    Hey-hey, it’s Opposite-Milk Day! 
    Hey-hey, it’s Opposite-Milk Day!

  • 03:19 Lyrics
    Money Machine

    Oooh baby, if I had ten dollars I’d give ‘em to you in a flash! 
    Aww baby, it’s not like I need ‘em I’d rather you had ‘em instead. 
    Yeah baby, just sitting here, 
    Watching cartoons with the back of my head. 
    Oooh baby, if I had five dollars I’d give ‘em to you in a flash! 
    A flash 
    Flaaaaaash 

    Oooh baby, if I had four quarters I’d give ‘em to you in a flash! 
    Aww baby, it’s not that important, but you don’t seem to understand. 
    Yeah baby, when caught without socks on, 
    I’m just not a confident man. 
    Oooh baby, if I had a dollar I’d give it to you in a flash! 
    A flash 
    Flaaaaaash 

    And baby, we can’t…sink! 
    Cause baby, we can…think! 
    And baby, you can…drink! 
    Therefore, baby, I can…blink! 

    Oooh baby, if I had a quarter I’d give it to you in a flash! 
    Aww baby, it’s not like I’m tired, it’s just I don’t know what to say. 
    Yeah baby, you make too much sense when you say, 
    “I could make eggs all day!” 
    Oooh baby, if I had sand dollars I’d give ‘em to you in a flash! 
    A flash 
    Flaaaaaash 

    And-uh-baby, we can’t think! 
    Cause-uh-baby, we can sink! 
    And-uh-baby, you can’t drink! 
    Therefore, baby, I cannot blink!

  • 03:52 Lyrics
    Whether Baby

    “Take a sip, because…" 
    It’s harder to sink a stone! 
    "Bring three ships, because…" 
    I hear that’s how it’s going down! 
    She licked my lips, 
    She says I "don’t want to be alone…" 

    But… 
    “She is a weather vane, Hiding in the sand” 
    Aww… 
    She is a Whether Baby, She don’t give a damn 

    “Listen closely, or else I don’t think you’ll understand" 
    No! 
    "Change your clothes, dear” 
    I said, "Is that how you measure a man’s soul?" 
    She pinched my nose, 
    She says I "don’t wanna be a ghost…" 

    But… 
    “She is a weather vane, Hiding in the sand” 
    Ahh… 
    She is a Whether Baby, She don’t give a damn 

    Ate that shit, because I wanted to be alone 
    Changed my clothes, and now I feel like a goddamn ghost 
    She holds me close, 
    She says I "don’t wannabe unknown…" 

    And it’s hard, 
    I know 
    To be an 
    Unknown 
    But you think that it’s 
    To go 
    But it's hard, hard, hard, 
    We know 

    “She is a weather vane, Hiding in the sand” 
    Ah! 
    She is our Whether Baby, She don’t give a damn 

    “She is a weather vane, Hiding in the sand” 
    Nah! 
    She‘s our own whether baby, she don’t give a damn

  • 02:48 Lyrics
    Battery Operated

    Here comes the most famous newspaper stand, 
    Keeping a date with a well known medicine man. 
    They’ll deny their daily ration, 
    They’ll deny their secret passion, but it’s true… 

    She’s so celebrated, Battery Operated 
    He’s so celebrated, Battery Operated 
    Disease so hated it’s Battery Operated 

    At the fire skins and furs gather around, 
    Taking in shots as the man fits into his gown. 
    They’ll deny it’s more than fashion, 
    They’ll deny that they look ashen, but they do… 

    She’s so celebrated, Battery Operated 
    He’s so celebrated, Battery Operated 
    Disease so hated it’s Battery Operated 

    They’ll never say, Never state that they’re 
    Less than okay, but 
    They’ll always claim, Make it plain that 
    If you’re dead we can go out and play 
    If you’re dead then we can play 

    She’s so celebrated, Battery Operated 
    He’s so celebrated, Battery Operated 
    Disease so hated it’s Battery Operated

  • 02:48 Lyrics
    How Heaven-Sent

    Oh, how my heart jumps, to 
    See the blood pumping 
    Past the ocean grease, to 
    Highlight foreign trees. 

    And I know, and Mars knows, 
    And Venus knows, Uranus knows, 
    The Sun grows 

    Pulsing back and forth, All 
    Lights are headed North. Here, 
    Washed up on the shore, Lie 
    Merry men-of-war. 

    And I know, and Mars knows, 
    And Venus knows, Uranus knows, 
    The Sun grows 

    And the Sun knows that, though 
    All good missiles scream their names, but 
    It’s done nothing for their aim 

    Ain’t it just a dream? My 
    What a brilliant scheme! This 
    Fits so perfectly. How 
    Heaven-Sent! How heavenly! 

    And I know, and Mars knows, 
    And Venus knows, Uranus knows, 
    The Sun grows 

    Oh, how heavenly, how 
    Heavenly, how heavenly, how 
    "Heaven Scent", how heavenly, how 
    Heavenly, how heavenly

  • 05:04 Lyrics
    I Killed My Tongue (This Morning)

    Why can’t you… 
    Be what you’re supposed to be? 
    Be what you’re supposed to be. 
    Be what you’re supposed to be! 

    Three generals said, 
    “This here will make you look younger!” 
    
Six journals read, 
    “They always say the right things!” 
    And I’m impressed 
    By how well it’s going over, 
    With ancient text, 
    And a spool of kite string. 

    But I can’t get no relief, 
    Cause I don’t, I don’t believe 
    That I, 

    Killed my tongue this morning, 
    I killed my tongue. 
    I killed my tongue this morning, 
    I killed my tongue! 

    Why can’t you… 
    Be what you’re supposed to be? 
    Be what you’re supposed to be. 
    Be what you’re supposed to be! 

    Our mothers cry, 
    “Who wants a video smoothie?”
 
    All others sigh, 
    “Is it made of salad gold?” 
    And I’m in desperate need of real fine grooming. 
    Please be my guest, and prepare to get old! 

    But I won’t get such relief 
    Cause you don’t, you don’t believe 
    That I, 

    Killed my tongue this morning, 
    I killed my tongue! 
    I killed my tongue this morning, 
    I killed my tongue 

    Tooongue 
    Ooouung 
    Uuung-guh! 

    "You make no sense, 
    You're like a permanent computer!" 
    In my defense, I present the digits that I have raised. 
    "Then count us in, 
    If only for the sake of humour!" 
    But, where to begin? 
    The green has gone, while we have "grayzed" 

    But it serves as no relief, 
    Cause you still just won’t believe 
    That I, 

    Killed my tongue this morning, 
    I killed my tongue! 
    I killed my tongue this morning, 
    I killed my tongue!

NOTES
Jarl Sonkin- guitar, harmonica, vocals
Robert Wintour- guitar, vocals
Ronnie Brannan- bass, vocals
Vito Pelikan- drums

Produced and Engineered by Jameson and Johne Beaver at Urthwurk Labs.