brewmasters masterpiece

CT ...monica on drums, anna on bass


i gotta bittersweet barley flavor
i poured her myself but
she didnt like what i gave her
now girl i know exactly what you think
but dont pour my love down the sink

cuz i'm the brewmaster's masterpiece
brewed with finest hops, barley and yeast
i invigor the sloth and i tame the beast
and i'm gonna be there at the final feast

wise one's would say i'm an accquired taste
but fools just love to judge me in haste
but with an open mind and a little time
you will find you dont need a lime

cuz i'm the brewmaster's masterpiece
brewed with finest hops, barley and yeast
i invigor the sloth and i tame the beast
and i'm gonna be there at the final feast

marry ray

sometimes i dont know what to say
but its all okay
the sun shines everyday
wo, oh, oh with marry ray

sometimes its hard to stay sober
even with a four leaf clover
but the next day marry comes over
and hugs away my hang over

maybe shell go her own way
maybe i'll go mine
wo, oh oh marry ray
please baby dont you stray

the alchemist

i listened to the tweeting bird
i reached out and felt his soul
i put together notes and words
but they never turned to gold..

maybe im just an alchemist or
just another drunk that did
wish he was more..

didnt you write some razors
didnt you touch some heart
didnt you sing some prayers
you never were a star

but didnt you make me smile
didnt you help me cry
you may of had little style
but you helped the night fly

and now were back together
doing it all again
i always felt much better
spending time with you my friend

but didnt you make me smile
didnt you help me cry
you may of had little style
but you helped the night fly

and now were back together
doing it all again
i always felt much better
spending time with you my friend

the insomniacs

our faces are pale white
and our eyes are bloody red
we're awake both day and night
i guess we'll sleep when we're dead

because we are the insomniacs
the insomniacs...
all the mirrors they are cracked
oh, oh please don't look back
you may get a heart attack
while our blood is turning black
the insomniacs....from hell

we are early morning birds
and we're late night owls
in the morning we eat worms
and at night you'll hear our howls


because we are the insomniacs
the insomniacs...
all the mirrors they are cracked
oh, oh please don't look back
you may get a heart attack
while our blood is turning black
the insomniacs....from hell

maybe were possessed by evil demons
or is it all this coffee that we drink
either way we're never dreamin'
and our eyes they never blink


because we are the insomniacs
the insomniacs...
all the mirrors they are cracked
oh, oh please don't look back
you may get a heart attack
while our blood is turning black
the insomniacs....from hell

somber sombrero

underneath the stars and the pale moon glow
exactly where he don't know
but he was born in some old pueblo
and grew up on a farm where the corn don't grow

somber sombrero what gets you so low?
somber sombrero says i dont know

he couldnt find work so he knew he had to go
then walked across barefoot cuz he was so poor
then he worked a few years for a guy named Joe
but still had ten dirty toes

somber sombrero what gets you so low?
somber sombrero says i dont know

he picks up a bottle at the liquor store
has a few drinks then walks some more
he says living on the earth can torment your soul
but at least he says the rent is low

somber sombrero what gets you so low?
somber sombrero says i dont know
somber sombrero where will you go?
somber sombrero says wherever the wind blows..

vanilla

another cutting teeth cut...christina on drums , monica doing bass...usually its anna but we had monica do her lead on the bass ?



vanilla
i never cared for it
vanilla
it always made me sick

but she wore
vanilla
scented hand lotion
and whenever i smell
vanilla
i get this emotion

ever since i fell in love
that smell gave me a buzz
but she left and she's gone
all i got is just a scent and a song

cuz she wore
vanilla
scented hand lotion
and whenever i smell
vanilla
i get this emotion

just an hombre drinking a beer (that sweet summer hail)

i'm just an hombre drinking a beer
yes i'm just an hombre drinking a beer

i was just an hombre drinking a beer
when a fella muttered something and got a little too near
what happened next well it isn't so clear
but i tipped ol' Henry and ran out the rear

my mother said to go south my father said to go north
my mother gave me the truck keys my father gave me his horse
so i kissed them both, and told them adios
then took that steed on a southern course

and as soon as i left, oh the man was on my trail
but good ol' mother nature must be my guardian angel
cuz i hid in a cave trying to avoid a mexican jail
and took a siesta during that sweet summer hail

and now i live on an island where the waters are clear
the locals call me their son their sage and their seer
but if youre looking for reward dont you come over here
cuz i'm just an hombre drinking a beer
yes i'm just an hombre drinking, drinking,drinking a beer

the counter

this jingle is the cutting teeth...except carmen..she was unavailable...christina playing rhythm..and backup voc.c with anna and monica



order
your burger
anyway you want it
at the counter

down in Santa Monica

pickles
and tomatoes
and don't forget your side
of fried potatoes

down in Santa Monica

jump on the 405 south
merge to the 10
turn your radio up loud
play that song again
exit on bundy put a burger in your mouth

down in Santa Monica

2901 ocean park boulevard

untitled song

this is another excerpt/unfinished work...



sometimes i get the blues
like someone might get the flu
and you might think that i just dont care
but i just need you to be there

my lips they just wont move
to say a word or smile a you
but there's the truth baby in my eyes
and i wont forget your sacrafice

covered

i apologize ahead of time if you read this....look yesterday i was listening to Tribute by Tencoius D and also Ode to Billy Joe....so somehow it influenced me to spit this out...it's a song about a song that no one can hear like tribute and has some mystery like ode to billy joe by Bobby Gentry...but it sucks ...not a hit like them...and in this blog i'm not trying to edit and polish...it's more like an open journal

this is about the song 'Covered'
that no one ever covered
except of course for my ex-lover
yes the master tapes from me she covered
behind the drapes given to her by her mother
i had no time so i just shoved her
and ran to my appointment with a man named Glover
who owned a small record company also called Glover
but the sky with clouds it was covered
and i searched my bag for more tapes but there was no other
i tried to explain how i lost the tapes to my song 'Covered'
but he said sorry were just looking for original material brother
then quickly left me to talk to another
i looked outside and the clouds they still hovered
and as i walked home with rain i was covered
and the tapes were never recovered
and i couldn't just record another
you see i was arrested for domestic violence brother
she dropped the charges if i forgot about 'Covered'
and all the other secrets about my ex-lover

insane in the rain

i found this in the archives...thot it was siutable for the weather..i'll try to get the music up later..


the clouds keep on leaking like my freaking faucet
i made a wish grabbed my penny and toss it
into a street puddle just outside my place
when a camero cruised by and wet my face

the mailman brought my mail soaking wet
nothing but bills man i'm in debt
credit cards said i owe 10,020
so i waded in the puddle looking for my penny

i turned on the TV to watch the news
and there was the weather man on channel 2 (he said)
you must be cursed, the storm is getting worse
it's raining in your head, you're better off dead
so i changed it over to channel 10
but there he was once again
you must be cursed, the storm is getting worse
it's raining in your head, you're better off dead...
the remote stopped working and it went on and on
so i ran outside to see if the rain had gone

then lightning struck right on my penny
a familiar feeling as the juice went thru me
just like the jolt from your heart of ice
so i guess i was struck by lightning twice

i scattered back inside and unplugged the TV
but he was still in the box starring right at me
you must be cursed, the storm is getting worse
it's raining in your head, you're better off dead
so i ran and hid under my bed
but now he was in my head
you must be cursed, the storm is getting worse
it's raining in your head, you're better off dead

i must be cursed, the storm is getting worse
it's raining in my head, i'm better off

bone cell

throw me a bone ..i've been up all nite...lol

im a bone marrow cell located on the right big toe
she's a brain cell located on the left frontal lobe
our paths crossed a thousand years ago
in a parralell universe

it's the only thing that i can remember
that beauty smiling during that autumn november
but she sees me like just part of this member
at least it can't get any worse

im so tired of being alone
i hope one day we meet in a corazon
but for now i'm just a cell in a bone
so i'll just wait here and rehearse

im a bone marrow cell located on the right big toe
she's a brain cell located on the left frontal lobe
maybe it's karma, i don't know
but there's no way in hell to kick this curse

i built myself a time machine/ moldies

ok so this is a song i wrote and recorded awhiles back...and i decided im gonna start posting some old ones..and so i created a new category moldies...moes oldies...not oldsmobile...the other choice was fartchives, but whatever...um probably a bad version..but i'm not goin back in time to fix it..


if you leeeave, you may never find your way back home
if you leeeave, you may never find your way back home

i built myself a time machine
i filled the tank with gasoline
i checked the dots on my screen
i waved goodbye i heard you scream

if you leeeave, you may never find your way back home
if you leeeave, you may never find your way back home

the past wasn't quite what it seemed
the future was in between
the nightmares and the dreams
the present time was nowhere to be seen

if you leeeave, you may never find your way back home
if you leeeave, you may never find your way back home

i built myself a time machine
i flipped the switch the lights turned green
i turned the knob to seventeen.
i pulled the cord i heard you scream

if you leeeave, you may never find your way back home
if you leeeave, you may never find your way back home

sacred steed mead/ i have everything which i need

whoo! i just had some of my latest brew..1 glass..and i'm smashed. im kinda broke and have no car so i tried to brew a beer with my mom's kitchen supplies? lol. only a genius like me can try to sythesize beer from household products. beer is made from barley...they boil it to extract the sugars then yeast takes over ..(in a nut shell)..but my my mom had barley tea? hmm? so the idea goes i get that barley flavor from the tea, and sugars else where...honey, brown sugar? then what about the bittering hops to balance flavor and help keep the beer...well before hops were used people used to used other bittering herbs...i.e sage, chamomile....you get the picture...and i re-used yeast from my last batch..afterall it's a living organism..ha, ha ..i feel like a mad scientist..also i was reading a book called sacred herbs and healing beers..for inspiration and reference...i wanted to call it Dr. Unk's Cure-All Ale....dr. unk..for drunk...but after tasting it ...i guess with very little barley tea and a bunch of honey ..it taste like mead? so i wanna call it now sacred steed mead...

ps i used other herbs as well and an apple, banana, and rasins, plus ginger root

i have everything which i need
a woman all dressed in beads
with a jug of her sacred mead
i have everything which i need

i have everything which i need
my valiant and trusty steed
with my knife that makes the spirits bleed
i have everything which i need

i have everything which i need
a peace pipe made of reed
with a pouch of wild weed
i have everything which i need

i have everything which i need
the sun hawk who takes the lead
and gives advice that i heed
i have everything which i need

i have everything which i need
a spirit that knows no greed
waiting for that sacrificial deed
i have everything which i need

jingle bugs

new lyrics, old music, bad take....whatever.


piles of vile insects outside my door
i'll squish their guts all over the floor
and cleaning up is no big chore
but then again there's still 7 billion more
but what if i really could kill them all?
i'd splatter their blood all over the walls
but when i finally dispose of all their waste
this would indeed be a very lonely place
(jb)
straight face to face they have such a knack
then talk behind my butchered back
they would eat their own children if they had to
oh, there isn't enough Raid in this whole world
but even if they were annihilated from all of time
i could never stop the insects that crawl in my mind
and when i die i'm gonna spoil too
slithering in the soil just like you
(jb)
this never was about a metamorphosis
but really more like a paradigmatic shift
and as the darkness slowly conquers the light
i begin to realize that maybe Kafka was right
there once glimmered hope from a dim lit moon
but only to illuminate a crackling cacoon
it gave off a smell of something rotting
then she got up and stretched her young body
(jb)

i hear the music (cancer and virgo )

i drink my warm bud light
she slowly sips on some cheap wine
she hands me some bud to try it
i say no thanks but i'm fine
i go outside, light my cigar
she stays inside the warm car
i hear the music really low
coming thru the car window

oh the weather is always changing
tomorrow it will be raining
oh the weather's always changing
but i hope you're still remaining

i had promises i had to keep
when i reached her house she was asleep
her eyes were shut but her lips moved slow
whispering dreams from her soul

oh the weather is always changing
tomorrow it will be raining
oh the weather's always changing
but i hope you're still remaining

i go to our spot beneath the tracks
and yell out hey i love you so
then i hear her answer back
but no it's just an old echo
and rain starts to fall down
so i head back in towards the town
and i hear the music soft and slow
coming thru the radio

oh the weather is always changing
tomorrow it will be raining
oh the weather's always changing
but i hope you're still remaining

radioactive plume

today's the day the japanese radiation rached our california coast. So i stayed indoors drank my last two homebrew scottish ales and watched a movie my sister Christina recommended and lent to us...afterwards these verses came out...r



my homebrew's getting low
and the movie's almost over
'twas a hell of a show
but now i'm getting sober

'twas recommended by my sister
a flick called 'the brother's bloom'
an intriguing, witty, comedy twister
but now here comes the radioactive plume

heavy distorted rock

a sad song played towards the end
giving a feeling of doom
but i will savor these last drops my friend
cuz here comes the radioactive plume

heavy distorted rock

the govt. say's it'll be fine
but i see the images of the boom
and of crowds fighting for iodine
oh, here comes the radioactive plume

heavy distorted rock

like the curse on the first borns
i locked myself in my room
and put lambs blood on my door
oh here comes the radioactive plume

heavy distorted rock

i feel like Noah from the biblical story
and i forsee their glowing tombs
cuz they laugh and wont heed my warning
oh here comes the radioactive plume

heavy distorted rock

SICK OLD RABID DOG

you're a sick, old, rabid dog X3

your heart is shriveled
and freezer burned
your mouth spews drivel
and you bark out of turn

you're a sick, old, rabid dog X3

you say you dont have flees
but one things for sure
you got some disease
and there aint no cure

you're a sick, old, rabid dog X3

oh, i'll just leave you alone now,
so you don't bite me again
and i wont throw you a bone now,
don't want to prolong your pain

you're a sick, old, rabid dog
AND YOU NEED TO DIE!
you're a sick, old, rabid dog
GO JUMP OFF SOMETHING HIGH!
you're a sick, old, rabid dog

little smile

i traveled and i traveled all around the earth
oh my feet how much they hurt
but i would walk a million more miles
just for a glimspe at your little smile

i'm not searching for the fountain of youth
and im not looking for the book of truth
they are sure to take a while
so im just waiting for your little smile

let the wind blow your hair around
let it dance with the sun, shine your golden brown
forget what they said, and let's run wild
and don't forget to show me your little smile

empty bottle of beer

we had good times, yes i know this my dear
but baby it's like an empty bottle of beer
it went down smooth and our slates they were cleared
but baby it's now an empty bottle of beer

when the bottle gets light, i know that the end is near
but baby there's really no reason to fear
cuz i wink at the girls glancing thru the mirror
and i order another bottle of beer

when the bottle gets light, i know that the end is near
but baby there's really no reason to fear
cuz i wave at the waitress wont you come over here
and soon i'll be holding another bottle of beer

we had good times, yes i know this my dear
but baby it's like an empty bottle of beer
it went down smooth and i never felt freer
but baby it's now an empty bottle of beer

an empty...bottle..of beer.

FMR the opera

ok so this is funkmaster rabbit the rock opera? i wrote way back and sat on it for years, and years hoping one day i would grow some talent or something...i give up...here it is world.

not the greatest...obviously.
but if you have a 1/2 hour to spare and a six pac in the fridge..then you're all set.

first drink 2-3 beers then press play. if the lyrics are too fuzzy and u cant hear the it either u can email me and i will email them 2 u.

i do all the voices including the mother..but i make no attempt to do it, jsut like pete townshend made no attempt to sound female as the gypsy queen.

what's my goal (experimentatin/excerpt)

i found this old thing i was messin with a while back..lol...um..whatever...but lookin back at thru my buzzed ears i like it? i'll reput da lyrics too many mistakes on pic



what;s my goal?
woe-a-o-oh-oh

will i ever find my calling?
sometimes i feel like i'm falling
what was i born to do?
i don't want to end up like you!

i prayed to God to let me know
just give mercy he told me so
i prayed to God to tell me more
but he just said what he said before

and a couple other lines...?

the well of rememberance

currently reading Sacred and Herbal Healing Beers very interesting book, also i've been tasting my tesguino which is corn beer which i made from corn that i germinated and milled myself...the title came from the book the song came from ...?

btw this is an updated vid. it's me tasting my jailhouse hooch...it's actually pretty good. at first i was confused by the taste but i never had bluberry OJ wine b4..btw2 jailhouse hooch maybe healthier than store beacouse it has live yeast which is packed with all kinds beneficial nutrients, and they are with out additives that are common now. CHEERS!



let us drink from the well of rememberance

sacred herbs and grain
water of life became
that quenches the dry old paint
and bends the picture frame

slowly numbing away
i begin to feel
remembering yesterday
reality wasn't real

the song bird has a tiny drink
then tweets his simple tune
an overture to the dreams
that brings along the moon

the kiln it burns hotter
the clay shapes the potter
who throws an ancient stein
(to be)filled with nectar wine

'twas at least one hundred years
since the angel whispered in my ear
last night i wrote down her poem
to give these poor words a home

let us drink to the well of rememberance