A Very TMBG Thread
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dawnstar accused me of singing way too much "mind
fucky" music and because after that I last nearly all internet access. So without further delay, a TMBG
Story... of sorts.
The point to this? There is no point, fool. The whole thing started when I thought I saw common threads
between certain songs. Like how you can go from the lyrics of one song to another and it still makes
sense. Some of the links here really (in my mind) work. Others less so.
Regardless, this amuses me greatly.
Feel free, if you are a TMBG fan to offer suggestions. Perhaps we can make this longer and cooler :)
A Very TMBG Thread
A Story (of sorts) by LITE
The Bells Are Ringing.
The Song they're Singing, the sound is bringing the people round.
They hear the instructions.
They follow directions.
They travel great distances to the sound.
They are persuaded by the music of the bells.
They're not responsible for anything they do.
The people know the way to go.
The Bells are Ringing, they hear the sound.
Dinner Bell, Dinner Bell Ring.
Experimental Dog.
Salivating Dog.
Good Dog.
Mammal. Mammal.
Their names are called.
They raise a paw.
The bat, the cat, dolphin and dog, koala bear and hog.
When you are alone, you are the cat, you are the phone, you are an animal.
The words I'm saying mean nothing more than meow to an animal.
Wake up, smell the cat food in your bank account.
Don't try to stop the tail that wags.
But I'm D, World Destruction
O-ver an overture
N-Do I need
Aprostrophe T, Need this torture
Which describes how you're feeling all the time.
When you lie that your life's unappealing all the time.
But your lie doesn't rhyme with the word overseas.
Overseas, there's this guy who describes how you're feeling all the time.
So take the hand of Mr. Me and Mr. make him glad
To swim the Mr. Misty Sea and cease the Mr. Mystery
that Mr. made him sad.
He ended up Sad.
Sad Sad Sad Sad.
Why must I be sad?
The rows of dandelions growing all around me...
We could be sleeping in the flowers
We could sleep all afternoon
You'd proclaim that you're an island
I'd proclaim that I'm one too
Then we float into the harbor
With just piers and boats around
I declare that I am England
You declare that I have drowned
We'll be sleeping in the flowers
Tell my boss that...
You're not the Boss of me, Now.
You're not the Boss of me, Now.
You're not the Boss of me, Now.
And you're not so big.
She's actual size, but she seems much bigger to me.
Squares may look distant in her rear view mirror but they're actual size.
As she drives away...
It's just a full day's drive away.
It's just a full day's drive away.
It's just a full day's drive away.
It's just a full day's drive away.
We can't fly like birds in the air.
Birds fly into my windshield.
Thoughts fall from my thoughts.
This good luck charm hanging off my arm
Was left here by the police.
And the microscope reveals the scope of my very best intentions.
Oh yes the tiny light shines twice as bright on the only nice part of me.
I know you deceived me, couldn't sleep last night.
Now my tear stains on the wall reflect an ugly sight.
I can see your secrets,
No need to confess
Everyone looks naked when you know the world's address.
The world's address.
A place that's worn.
A sad pun that reflects a sadder mess
Sadness is hanging there
To show love somewhere something needs a change
They need a change
They'll need a crane
They'll need a crane
To take the house he built for her apart
To make it break
It's gonna take
A metal ball hung from a chain
I lost my lucky ball and chain
Now she's four years gone
Just five feet tall and sick of me
And all my rattling on
She threw away her baby doll
I held on to my pride
But I was young and foolish then
I feel old and foolish now
I hope that I get old before I die
Oh! It's a long, long rope they use to hang you soon I hope
And I wonder why this hasn't happened
Why why why
And I think about the dirt that I'll be wearing for a shirt
And I hope that I get old before I die
Now it's over, I'm dead, and I haven't done anything that I want
Or, I'm still alive and there's nothing I want to do
I will never say the word "Procrastinate" again
I'll never see myself in the mirror with my eyes closed
The mirror on the wall won't talk to me at all
Now that I have everything.
The place inside the frame just doesn't look the same
Now that I have everything.
Everything right is wrong again.
Just like in The Long Long Trailer.
All the dishes got broken and the car kept driving
and nobody would stop to save her.
(Save your life)
Pass her by (save your life)
Pass her by
Hold on to that ring.
Don't give her a thing.
She doesn't have to have her dB's records back now
But there's not a lot of things that she'll take back
(She wants) She wants to see you again
(She wants) She wants to see you again
Slowly twistin' (Twistin'! [Twistin'!])
In the wind
(Twistin'!) Twistin' twistin' (Twistin'! [Twistin'!])
In the wind
I hear the wind blow
I hear the wind blow
It seems to say, "Hello, hello, I'm the one who loves you so."
Love people are there
The smell of love is everywhere
You think it's always sensitive and good
You think that I want to be understood
I've got a match, your embrace and my collapse
Beat up the cat if you need someone else on the mat
I put a rock in the coffee in your coffee mug
Everybody wants a rock to wind a piece of string around
If I were a carpenter, I'd hammer on my piglet,
I'd collect the seven dollars and I'd
Buy a big prosthetic forehead and wear it on my real head
Stand on your own head for a change.
Gimme some skin to call my own.
You made my day. Now you have to sleep in it.
Now you have to sleep in it.
I love the world, and if I have to sue for custody,
I will sue for custody
Stand on your own head for a change.
I guess my man's fallen out with my head.
May I direct your attention to the following simile?
You're like the coasts of the ocean
Buried beneath is a submarine cable
Connecting the opposite shores that surround it
SenSurround, down at the bottom
Sensible to ear and sternum
Made the fakeness realistic
When the action went ballistic
One degree shy of sadistic
And the world first spoke to me in SenSurround
If I could swim under the water
Without having to breathe
If I could follow the trail to the ocean floor
I think I know what there'd be
Down there waiting for me
I'm going down to Cowtown
The cow's a friend to me
Lives beneath the ocean and that's where I will be
Beneath the waves, the waves, and that's where I will be
I'm gonna see the cow beneath the sea
Down down down
Down down down
Down down down
Down to the bottom of the sea
Me and my baby
We got a secret plan
No one knows my plan.
Why the dancing, shouting,
Why the shrieks of pain
The lovely music
Why the smell of burning autumn leaves.
And now it is your turn.
Your turn to hear the stone and then your turn to burn.
The stone it calls to you.
You can't refuse to do the things it tells you to:
Look past the volleyball.
Look past the squawking dog.
Ignore the mountain of discarded falderal.
But there's something beside the shoreline
Moving across the beachhead
Coming up from the shipwreck
Making as if to say:
I have a secret to tell from my electrical well.
It's a simple message and I'm leaving out the whistles.
So the room must listen to me filibuster vigilantely.
My name is Blue Canary, One Note Spelled LITE
My story's infinite.
Like the longiness symphonette, it doesn't...
... Rest A While. Rest A While.
I lay out in the sun too long and burned off all of my skin.
I felt so dizzy I got into the car and got into an accident.
Out of the burning wreckage I fell...
I was scrap metal, you were a flaming wreck when we kissed at the overpass.
I was sailing along with the people driving themselves to distraction inside me.
Then came a knock on the door which was odd and the picture abruptly changed...
****
The picture now changes and we switch to.. thread two...
****
There were 87 advil in the bottle now there's 30 left.
I ate 47, so what happened to the other 10?
Why do you suspiciously change the subject and break my concentration
As I took the bottle out and count the advil up again?
One pill at the bottom at the bottom, singing my favorite song.
I know I must investigate.
I hope that I can sing along.
"There's no time for metaphors" cried the little pill to me.
He said "Life is a Placebo masquerading as a Simile".
Well I knew that Pill was lying, too precious, too nice.
But as he walked, I had to sing this twice:
My room's comfortably small
with rubber lining the walls
And there's someone always calling my name.
He calls when I'm alone and he calls when I'm not home,
And he calls when I'm stuck out in the rain.
I'm insane. I'm insane. I'm insane. I'm insane.
The Spiraling Shape will make you go insane (Everyone wants to see that groovey thing)
But everyone wants to see that groovey thing (Everyone wants to see that thing)
And nobody knows what it's really like.
But everyone says it's great.
And they heard it from the spiral in their eyes.
I saw the best minds of my generation.
destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical.
I should be allowed to glue my poster.
I should be allowed to think.
But I'm thinking of a wooden chair
In the room of the top at the top of the stair
And I'm looking down the stairwell at
the vanishing spot at the map of the spot.
Let me take you there.
So take me back to Constantinople.
No you can't go back to Constantinople.
Been a long time gone Constantinople.
Why did Constantinople get the works?
That's nobody's business but the Turks.
Even Old New York was once New Amsterdam.
Everyone's your friend in New York City.
And everything looks beautiful when you're young and pretty.
The streets are paved with diamonds and they're just so much to see.
But the best thing about New York City is you and me.
Why did they send her, over anyone else?
How should I react?
These things happen to other people.
They don't happen at all, in fact.
When you're following an angel does it mean you have to throw your body off a building?
I would climb the highest mountain
Just to jump into a fountain
Or to fly
I'd fly away
A woman's voice on the radio
Can convince you you're in love
A woman's voice on the telephone
can convince you you're in love
Then you hear, a moment too late,
This sound coming over the phone:
This is the spawning of the cage and aquarium
Don't wait a moment too soon
Used to be different
Now you're the same
Yawn as your plane goes down in flames
That's why they all say before I blow you away.
By rocket to the moon.
By airplane to the rocket.
By taxi to the airport.
By front door to the taxi.
By throwing back the blanket, hanging down the legs.
Thank you for the card with the cartoon nurse but you see there's nothing wrong with me.
Son I am able, she said, though you scare me. Watch, said I. Beloved, I said, watch me scare you. Though,
said she, able am I son.
See the spring of the grandfather clock unwinding.
See the hands of my offspring making windmills.
Time is marching on.
And Time is still marching on.
This Day will soon be at an end
And now it's even sooner.
And now it's even sooner.
And now it's even sooner.
The day is done
The sun is down
The curtains have been drawn
And darkness has descended over everything in town
The covers have been turned and I've got my pajamas on
I've had my fun
I've stretched and yawned and all is said and done
I'm going to bed
Standin' on the bed, cookie in one hand,
Wig on her head,
S-E-X-X-Y.
X because it's extra, baby
Y because it's extra, baby
Unnoticed by few.
Very very few.
And that includes you.
Look inside your mind.
Look inside your eye.
Secret agent spy.
If you want to be a spy
Then you must really see
And you must really see if you want to be a spy
Like me
C'mon...
I might gaze on a submarine
I see your face smiling at me
Even when I close my eyes...
Everybody's eyes are closed
I can't see why I miss you so
So Hot Cha, where are you?
First time Hot Cha went away
A floating island was his home
To get to Fibber Island (oooooh)
You just close your eyes (oooooh)
Start fibbin' in your mind (oooooh)
And see what you can find (oooooh)
Now I'm telling the truth
I'm finished with lies
Lies
If you don't believe me now
You'll never believe me now (lies, lie)
I should have my head examined
They'll see when they look inside
I won't have to say a word
I'll stop thinking what I shouldn't be thinking
Every jumbled pile of person has a thinking part that wonders what the part that isn't thinking isn't
thinking of
Should you worry when the skullhead is in front of you?
It's a human skull on the ground
Human skull
On the ground
Turn around
I was out by myself in a graveyard
I was doing an interpretive dance
When I felt something heavy and pointed
Strike me in the back of my neck
And then the ghost of my dance instructor
Pushed me down into an open grave
And as dirt rained down, she played a xylaphone
And sang me this song:
How can I sing like a girl
And not be stigmatized by the rest of the world?
Tell me how can I sing like a girl
And not be objectified as if I were a girl?
I want to raise my freak flag
Higher and higher and
I want to raise my freak flag
And never be alone
Never be alone
"I'm all alone
I'm all alone
Behold the mystery that is me"
Then one day the scientists recovered all their gear
Excited by the prospect of unearthly things inside
They found, to their astonishment, a living thing within
"Volunteers
We need volunteers
Soldiers to meet them
Have no fear
Have no fear
You will be killed right away"
***
This concludes TMBG Theatre 2002. Thank you and have a freaky weekend.
dawnstar accused me of singing way too much "mind fucky" music and because after that I last nearly all internet access. So without further delay, a TMBG
Story... of sorts.
The point to this? There is no point, fool. The whole thing started when I thought I saw common threads
between certain songs. Like how you can go from the lyrics of one song to another and it still makes
sense. Some of the links here really (in my mind) work. Others less so.
Regardless, this amuses me greatly.
Feel free, if you are a TMBG fan to offer suggestions. Perhaps we can make this longer and cooler :)
A Very TMBG Thread
A Story (of sorts) by LITE
The Bells Are Ringing.
The Song they're Singing, the sound is bringing the people round.
They hear the instructions.
They follow directions.
They travel great distances to the sound.
They are persuaded by the music of the bells.
They're not responsible for anything they do.
The people know the way to go.
The Bells are Ringing, they hear the sound.
Dinner Bell, Dinner Bell Ring.
Experimental Dog.
Salivating Dog.
Good Dog.
Mammal. Mammal.
Their names are called.
They raise a paw.
The bat, the cat, dolphin and dog, koala bear and hog.
When you are alone, you are the cat, you are the phone, you are an animal.
The words I'm saying mean nothing more than meow to an animal.
Wake up, smell the cat food in your bank account.
Don't try to stop the tail that wags.
But I'm D, World Destruction
O-ver an overture
N-Do I need
Aprostrophe T, Need this torture
Which describes how you're feeling all the time.
When you lie that your life's unappealing all the time.
But your lie doesn't rhyme with the word overseas.
Overseas, there's this guy who describes how you're feeling all the time.
So take the hand of Mr. Me and Mr. make him glad
To swim the Mr. Misty Sea and cease the Mr. Mystery
that Mr. made him sad.
He ended up Sad.
Sad Sad Sad Sad.
Why must I be sad?
The rows of dandelions growing all around me...
We could be sleeping in the flowers
We could sleep all afternoon
You'd proclaim that you're an island
I'd proclaim that I'm one too
Then we float into the harbor
With just piers and boats around
I declare that I am England
You declare that I have drowned
We'll be sleeping in the flowers
Tell my boss that...
You're not the Boss of me, Now.
You're not the Boss of me, Now.
You're not the Boss of me, Now.
And you're not so big.
She's actual size, but she seems much bigger to me.
Squares may look distant in her rear view mirror but they're actual size.
As she drives away...
It's just a full day's drive away.
It's just a full day's drive away.
It's just a full day's drive away.
It's just a full day's drive away.
We can't fly like birds in the air.
Birds fly into my windshield.
Thoughts fall from my thoughts.
This good luck charm hanging off my arm
Was left here by the police.
And the microscope reveals the scope of my very best intentions.
Oh yes the tiny light shines twice as bright on the only nice part of me.
I know you deceived me, couldn't sleep last night.
Now my tear stains on the wall reflect an ugly sight.
I can see your secrets,
No need to confess
Everyone looks naked when you know the world's address.
The world's address.
A place that's worn.
A sad pun that reflects a sadder mess
Sadness is hanging there
To show love somewhere something needs a change
They need a change
They'll need a crane
They'll need a crane
To take the house he built for her apart
To make it break
It's gonna take
A metal ball hung from a chain
I lost my lucky ball and chain
Now she's four years gone
Just five feet tall and sick of me
And all my rattling on
She threw away her baby doll
I held on to my pride
But I was young and foolish then
I feel old and foolish now
I hope that I get old before I die
Oh! It's a long, long rope they use to hang you soon I hope
And I wonder why this hasn't happened
Why why why
And I think about the dirt that I'll be wearing for a shirt
And I hope that I get old before I die
Now it's over, I'm dead, and I haven't done anything that I want
Or, I'm still alive and there's nothing I want to do
I will never say the word "Procrastinate" again
I'll never see myself in the mirror with my eyes closed
The mirror on the wall won't talk to me at all
Now that I have everything.
The place inside the frame just doesn't look the same
Now that I have everything.
Everything right is wrong again.
Just like in The Long Long Trailer.
All the dishes got broken and the car kept driving
and nobody would stop to save her.
(Save your life)
Pass her by (save your life)
Pass her by
Hold on to that ring.
Don't give her a thing.
She doesn't have to have her dB's records back now
But there's not a lot of things that she'll take back
(She wants) She wants to see you again
(She wants) She wants to see you again
Slowly twistin' (Twistin'! [Twistin'!])
In the wind
(Twistin'!) Twistin' twistin' (Twistin'! [Twistin'!])
In the wind
I hear the wind blow
I hear the wind blow
It seems to say, "Hello, hello, I'm the one who loves you so."
Love people are there
The smell of love is everywhere
You think it's always sensitive and good
You think that I want to be understood
I've got a match, your embrace and my collapse
Beat up the cat if you need someone else on the mat
I put a rock in the coffee in your coffee mug
Everybody wants a rock to wind a piece of string around
If I were a carpenter, I'd hammer on my piglet,
I'd collect the seven dollars and I'd
Buy a big prosthetic forehead and wear it on my real head
Stand on your own head for a change.
Gimme some skin to call my own.
You made my day. Now you have to sleep in it.
Now you have to sleep in it.
I love the world, and if I have to sue for custody,
I will sue for custody
Stand on your own head for a change.
I guess my man's fallen out with my head.
May I direct your attention to the following simile?
You're like the coasts of the ocean
Buried beneath is a submarine cable
Connecting the opposite shores that surround it
SenSurround, down at the bottom
Sensible to ear and sternum
Made the fakeness realistic
When the action went ballistic
One degree shy of sadistic
And the world first spoke to me in SenSurround
If I could swim under the water
Without having to breathe
If I could follow the trail to the ocean floor
I think I know what there'd be
Down there waiting for me
I'm going down to Cowtown
The cow's a friend to me
Lives beneath the ocean and that's where I will be
Beneath the waves, the waves, and that's where I will be
I'm gonna see the cow beneath the sea
Down down down
Down down down
Down down down
Down to the bottom of the sea
Me and my baby
We got a secret plan
No one knows my plan.
Why the dancing, shouting,
Why the shrieks of pain
The lovely music
Why the smell of burning autumn leaves.
And now it is your turn.
Your turn to hear the stone and then your turn to burn.
The stone it calls to you.
You can't refuse to do the things it tells you to:
Look past the volleyball.
Look past the squawking dog.
Ignore the mountain of discarded falderal.
But there's something beside the shoreline
Moving across the beachhead
Coming up from the shipwreck
Making as if to say:
I have a secret to tell from my electrical well.
It's a simple message and I'm leaving out the whistles.
So the room must listen to me filibuster vigilantely.
My name is Blue Canary, One Note Spelled LITE
My story's infinite.
Like the longiness symphonette, it doesn't...
... Rest A While. Rest A While.
I lay out in the sun too long and burned off all of my skin.
I felt so dizzy I got into the car and got into an accident.
Out of the burning wreckage I fell...
I was scrap metal, you were a flaming wreck when we kissed at the overpass.
I was sailing along with the people driving themselves to distraction inside me.
Then came a knock on the door which was odd and the picture abruptly changed...
****
The picture now changes and we switch to.. thread two...
****
There were 87 advil in the bottle now there's 30 left.
I ate 47, so what happened to the other 10?
Why do you suspiciously change the subject and break my concentration
As I took the bottle out and count the advil up again?
One pill at the bottom at the bottom, singing my favorite song.
I know I must investigate.
I hope that I can sing along.
"There's no time for metaphors" cried the little pill to me.
He said "Life is a Placebo masquerading as a Simile".
Well I knew that Pill was lying, too precious, too nice.
But as he walked, I had to sing this twice:
My room's comfortably small
with rubber lining the walls
And there's someone always calling my name.
He calls when I'm alone and he calls when I'm not home,
And he calls when I'm stuck out in the rain.
I'm insane. I'm insane. I'm insane. I'm insane.
The Spiraling Shape will make you go insane (Everyone wants to see that groovey thing)
But everyone wants to see that groovey thing (Everyone wants to see that thing)
And nobody knows what it's really like.
But everyone says it's great.
And they heard it from the spiral in their eyes.
I saw the best minds of my generation.
destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical.
I should be allowed to glue my poster.
I should be allowed to think.
But I'm thinking of a wooden chair
In the room of the top at the top of the stair
And I'm looking down the stairwell at
the vanishing spot at the map of the spot.
Let me take you there.
So take me back to Constantinople.
No you can't go back to Constantinople.
Been a long time gone Constantinople.
Why did Constantinople get the works?
That's nobody's business but the Turks.
Even Old New York was once New Amsterdam.
Everyone's your friend in New York City.
And everything looks beautiful when you're young and pretty.
The streets are paved with diamonds and they're just so much to see.
But the best thing about New York City is you and me.
Why did they send her, over anyone else?
How should I react?
These things happen to other people.
They don't happen at all, in fact.
When you're following an angel does it mean you have to throw your body off a building?
I would climb the highest mountain
Just to jump into a fountain
Or to fly
I'd fly away
A woman's voice on the radio
Can convince you you're in love
A woman's voice on the telephone
can convince you you're in love
Then you hear, a moment too late,
This sound coming over the phone:
This is the spawning of the cage and aquarium
Don't wait a moment too soon
Used to be different
Now you're the same
Yawn as your plane goes down in flames
That's why they all say before I blow you away.
By rocket to the moon.
By airplane to the rocket.
By taxi to the airport.
By front door to the taxi.
By throwing back the blanket, hanging down the legs.
Thank you for the card with the cartoon nurse but you see there's nothing wrong with me.
Son I am able, she said, though you scare me. Watch, said I. Beloved, I said, watch me scare you. Though,
said she, able am I son.
See the spring of the grandfather clock unwinding.
See the hands of my offspring making windmills.
Time is marching on.
And Time is still marching on.
This Day will soon be at an end
And now it's even sooner.
And now it's even sooner.
And now it's even sooner.
The day is done
The sun is down
The curtains have been drawn
And darkness has descended over everything in town
The covers have been turned and I've got my pajamas on
I've had my fun
I've stretched and yawned and all is said and done
I'm going to bed
Standin' on the bed, cookie in one hand,
Wig on her head,
S-E-X-X-Y.
X because it's extra, baby
Y because it's extra, baby
Unnoticed by few.
Very very few.
And that includes you.
Look inside your mind.
Look inside your eye.
Secret agent spy.
If you want to be a spy
Then you must really see
And you must really see if you want to be a spy
Like me
C'mon...
I might gaze on a submarine
I see your face smiling at me
Even when I close my eyes...
Everybody's eyes are closed
I can't see why I miss you so
So Hot Cha, where are you?
First time Hot Cha went away
A floating island was his home
To get to Fibber Island (oooooh)
You just close your eyes (oooooh)
Start fibbin' in your mind (oooooh)
And see what you can find (oooooh)
Now I'm telling the truth
I'm finished with lies
Lies
If you don't believe me now
You'll never believe me now (lies, lie)
I should have my head examined
They'll see when they look inside
I won't have to say a word
I'll stop thinking what I shouldn't be thinking
Every jumbled pile of person has a thinking part that wonders what the part that isn't thinking isn't
thinking of
Should you worry when the skullhead is in front of you?
It's a human skull on the ground
Human skull
On the ground
Turn around
I was out by myself in a graveyard
I was doing an interpretive dance
When I felt something heavy and pointed
Strike me in the back of my neck
And then the ghost of my dance instructor
Pushed me down into an open grave
And as dirt rained down, she played a xylaphone
And sang me this song:
How can I sing like a girl
And not be stigmatized by the rest of the world?
Tell me how can I sing like a girl
And not be objectified as if I were a girl?
I want to raise my freak flag
Higher and higher and
I want to raise my freak flag
And never be alone
Never be alone
"I'm all alone
I'm all alone
Behold the mystery that is me"
Then one day the scientists recovered all their gear
Excited by the prospect of unearthly things inside
They found, to their astonishment, a living thing within
"Volunteers
We need volunteers
Soldiers to meet them
Have no fear
Have no fear
You will be killed right away"
***
This concludes TMBG Theatre 2002. Thank you and have a freaky weekend.
