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Liquid is one of those songs we just don't feel like explaining. Your imagination can do much better than anything we could say about it, and anything we might say would just hamper you.
This is one of the pre-soulvasq songs that we liked so much we kept it. It's gone through more than a a few transformations, and will probably continue to do so.
Liquid
In the grey, all is
In the grey, namasté
In the grey a fall is
A chance to climb much higher
And Higher Self, Higher Self meets you there
Tells you “Do not worry, We will take care of Us”
And then you question, Who you are
All that you thought you knew
A drop in the ocean, drop in the ocean
You have been submerged, In forever
I face Ugly everyday
I can’t throw it all away
In abstract all is grey
I can’t see nothin’ anyway
In the grey, all is
In the grey, namasté
In the grey a fall is
A chance to climb much higher
And Higher Self, Higher Self meets you there
Tells you “Do not worry, We will take care of Us”
And then you question, Who you are
All that you thought you knew
A drop in the ocean, the great big ol’ ocean
You have been submerged, All of your life
In the grey all is
In the grey namasté
In the gray a fall is
In the gray is nothing
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This is essentially the first soulvasq song. Back when Mark and Dave were playing acoustically in coffee shops, this was their favorite, and remains so to this day.
The lyrics are sort of a response to the common saying "A rose by any other name is still a rose". The easiest way to get people to change their opinions on something is to give it a name/definition that they won't disagree with. This trick is widely used in world affairs today, if you don't like it, "Call it something else..."
Call It Something Else…
What I find, Is that I can’t trust what I see
In my eyes, A program already received
In my science, A verbal dat-dat-dat-dat
And in the world, Symbiotic contradictions
I am inclined, To believe the sky is blue
And I’d like to say it’s true
But I can’t find, My own new dat-dat-dat-dat
What, you say? What is your dat-dat-dat-da…
What is real-Kind of makes you wonder
What our eyes-Aren’t able to consider
Light and dark-Universal metaphor
For a bipolar world
From the tower—See more
From the ground floor—No more
Looking closer—See more
Looking farther—Dream more
But dat dat dat dat da dat dat
Daat daa dat dat da dow da
Doot doodoot doot doot doot doot
Doot doot doot doot dn doodoot doot doo
Dn doot doot doodoot doot doot daa dow
doodle uudoot doot doot dow da dow
Skiddlybidip - hmmm - Skiddlybidip ba doo doot doot doo
What you find out here is what you’ll seek
What you seek out here is what you’ll find
What you need out here is a new da-dat da da
What you seek out here is what you’ll find
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Sloppy is one of a few soulvasq songs dealing with medicine, or in this case, the medicated - and the "evil genious" behind it. It also touches lightly on the purveyors of the brand of "reason" that relegates humanity to the level of parasites, and would treat us as such.
SLOPPY FISTED COFFEE GUZZLE
Sponge absorbing exponentially growing
Bacterium in a petri dish
Self-evolving product
Of an ingenious pharmacist
Endorphin enhanced personalities
Wondering what to be normal is...
Nerves in a constant
State of introspective unawareness
Sloppy fisted coffee guzzling
Case of attention deficit disorder
Self-evolving product
Of an ingenious pharmacist
Endorphin enhanced personalities
Wondering what to be normal is...
Sponge absorbing exponentially growing
Bacterium in a petri dish
Swearing grumpy disheveled
Lump of unfocused energy
Grunt and moan to enhance
The anger high...
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12
Daily rising eating commuting working eating commuting eating drinking sleeping Daily rising eating commuting working eating commuting eating drinking sleeping
Rising eating commuting working eating commuting eating drinking sleeping Daily rising eating commuting working eating commuting eating drinking sleeping Daily Daily Daily Daily Daily
Happily refusing happiness
Angrily accepting anger
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Before The Law is a musical interpretation of a short story by Franz Kafka by the same name. It's a story loaded with possible interpretations - our favorite is that the gate is just a false facade, that the fear of what lies beyond our fist step into new experience is what keeps many of us outside that gate our whole lives.
Before the law
Before the law, stands a doorkeeper - To one side of an open gate
And along comes a man, who prays for admittance - To the law
Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-hey
Ooh, he’s prepared
Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-hey
Oh, for a lifetime
You may go on despite me but take heed, I am the least of many
But the man is persistent — He will wait
And minutes pass - And hours pass - And the days pass, pass away
“Oh, this is sweet, here have a seat - You may be waiting here for a while”
I’ll wait here, many years — This, my only dream
I wish to see the law - All I see is your frown
So let me in, I’m begging - Let me in
The law needn’t be guarded
Come on, I want in — Come on I want in
The law should not be guarded…
The man grows old, the guard his obsession
He grows to know even the fleas in the guards fur collar
He begs even them to please help him change his mind
And the days pass - And the months pass - And the years pass, pass away
“Oh, this is sweet, here have a seat - You may be waiting here for a while”
Ill wait here, many years — This, my only dream
I wish to see the law…
He sees, things growing darker now — Is it the world growing dark or his eyes deceiving him?
Yet in his darkness, light — Look, there’s a light from the gate of the law radiating
His days are numbered, he is weak, growing weaker-
-Not very long, till he’s gone, till he’s gone away
All his experience gathers in his head, to one point — There is one thing, one question, he has yet to ask
Why am I the only one who has ever tried to enter here?
For everyone who is anyone, strives to reach the law
The doorkeeper knows that this is the end for this man, so he kneels down and roars in his ear
“Noone else could ever come beyond this door you want into,
For this gate was made, this gate was made only for you
And now I am going to shut it, I am now going to shut it.”
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Two-Dollar Bill is a real person, and the song is a loose fictional story based on him. His name wasn't Bill, but he did spend only outdated currency as far as we could tell. Anything he purchased was paid for in stacks - literally stacks - of fifty-cent pieces, silver dollars, Susan B. Anthony's, and of course Two-Dollar Bills.
We are terribly aware that the electric socks mentioned in the song were certainly made in China, and not Japan. However, this bit of artistic licence was made necessary by the fact that 'ol Bill had a bumper sticker on his car that said "Buy American - While you still can", against a backdrop of the Japanese flag.
Two-Dollar Bill
Your Fifty-Cent piece, Don’t do me no good
What use is it to me if I can’t spend it at the Gas Station, I said
Your Fifty-Cent piece, Don’t do me no good
They’re all heavy in your pocket and they chuckle while you walk
And they’re chuckling, all over my store
Your Silver Dollar, Don’t do me no good
Where do you keep gettin’ these things
‘Cos they don’t give ‘em out at the banks no mo, I said
Your Silver Dollar, Don’t do me no good
Besides, that thing you want it costs more than you pant to pay
So you might as well, put it back
Susan B. Anthony, She don’t do me no good
Bring that girl into town and sell her to the coin collector, I said
Susan B. Anthony, She don’t do me no good
They all look too much like quarters if you’re not numismatically keen
They’re the U.S. Mint’s, foulest blunder
Your Two-Dollar Bill, Don’t do me no good
What good is it to me if I can’t put it in the vending machines, I said
Your Two-Dollar Bill, Don’t do me no good
You see there’s no spot for it in this here box
Yet you trade ‘em all in for electronic socks
I said, “Don’t you know these things are made in Japan?”
And he said, “Oh, (damn), don’t they make anything here anymore?”
And he turned around, and walked right out
Your Two-Dollar Bill, don't do me no good with that Two-Dollar Bill
Your Two-Dollar Bill
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Ah, Aliens Ate My Buick. We thought it was a fun, original title. No, seriously, we didn't know about the Thomas Dolby album of the same name. The story...
A long long time ago, when the internet was a teeny tiny little baby waiting to become a Leviathon, there was this new thing called email. You could send a message to someone on your computer - this was a novel thing at the time, and people would frequently call the intended recipient of the email on the phone to tell them that you just sent them an email. Silly us. The idea of a RE: line at the header of emails was an interesting concept, and generally useless to the sender and reciever because you just called them and told them what the email was about. So, occasionally clever people would come up with clever messages to put in the RE: line that had nothing at all to do with the equally meaningless message. Dave's brother Ed and his friend Dale were among these clever folk, and used messages like "Grooming your Tsetse Fly", and "Aliens Ate My Buick". Ed thought the latter was so clever and funny that he thought it would be a good song title. We ran with it.
We only recently discovered why our plays for this song were so incredibly high on MP3.com back in the day. We considered it our internet cult classic. We hope Mr. Dolby doesn't mind.
Other interesting facts:
"Phil" is Phil Goodrich, soulvasq's drummer (he was not the drummer at the time the song was written). The repetition of his name in the song was not originally intended - Mark and Jay (the original drummer) used to scream it at the appropriate spot in the song, much to the annoyance of Dave, who was attempting to write meaningful lyrics. Dave gave up on that.
The "my name is" bit - we did that years before Slim Shady.
Aliens Ate My Buick
Last night, I had a little incident out on the freeway, I’ll never be the same, Oh, no, no
Last night, just a normal evening out on the freeway, I’ll never see the same, Oh, no, no
Bright lights, coming down on top of me out on the freeway, a big ship I’d say, Oh, no, no
Landing, I’m running out of the car, watch from the freeway, as they eat my Buick, Oh, no, no
No No No No
I asked “Who are you?” He said “Phil, Phil - My name is Phil, Phil”
I said “What is that?” He said “Phil, Phil - My name is Phil, Phil”
I stared in disbelief He said “Phil, Phil - My name is Phil, Phil”
And now I can’t drive home ‘cos
They ate my car, ate my Buick — How will I tell, tell my wife
All I have left are my keys
I watch, they seem to be ignoring me, they keep on eating, hand to mouth, my car, Oh, no, no
I stare, ogling at these aliens, out on the freeway, they’re drinking gasoline, Oh, no, no
I glare, they finish and load up the ship, did not even thank me, They can’t get away, Oh, no, no
I swear, they left me nothing to show, but for my keys, they ate my Buick, Oh, No, No
No No No No
And I wonder why unusual experience such as this, Must be so, so bizarre
And it sticks out like a sore thumb, Impossible, such as this
How will I tell the guys?
They ate my car, ate my Buick—How will I tell, tell my wife
All I have left are my keys
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Elemenohpee... It's sort of our attempt at writing a childrens song. It's educational! Really! We swear. It demonstrates very explicitly the concept of many - several times. The kernal of inspiration for this one came from an experience dg had, sitting in a park and watching an enormously long incredibly dense "tube" of birds pass by for well over five minutes. The rest was just fun.
Elemenohpee
He's walking down the street now, a target for the flies
An arrow on the sidewalk, points up to the skies
And there were birds, many many, many many many birds
many many many many many many many many many
many many many many many many many many
He's walking in the park now, just following the trails
A path that leads to dead end, and other hills and dales
And there were trees, many many, many many many trees
many many many many many many many many many
many many many many many many many many
He's walking out in space now, admiring the stars
The lights inside his spaceship,
[Beep boop beep boop beep]
Guide him out past ours
And there were worlds, many many, many many many worlds
many many many many many many many many
many many many many many many many many
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