TESTS
Elsinor Records / Knw-Yr-own
CD Version
Tests (Female Version)
Feedback Love
Tape Deck Ghost
Like a Piranha
Soundwaves
Drums that No-One Played / El Nino
Anacortes Has a Secret Love
Oh Anna
Spy Cameras
Witch Doctor
Monsters
The Last Night of the Year
PreAmp
Quiet Groove
Little Songs
Microphone Pt. 1
Microphone Pt. 2
Eyes For Volume
Wires and Cords
Cassette Version
Microphone Part 2
Tests
Feedback Love
Bomb On Tape Deck Mt.
Tape Deck Ghost
Bass Leftovers
Like A Piranha
Assault On Tape Deck Mt.
Spy Cameras
Drums That No One Played / El Nino
Death On Tape Deck Mt.
The Last Night Of The Year
Preamp
Rebirth On Tape Deck Mt.
Eyes For Volume
Quiet Groove
Oh Anna
Summer Electricity
Little Songs
Anacortes Has A Secret Love
Night Time, Then Sleep
CD Version
Tests (Female Version)
Tests
Far away
Distant, with echo
Close-up
With ringing
Pattern 'A'
Pattern 'B'
Quiet sound, amplified
Same sound, with echo
Tones at 10k and 1k
Combinations of tests form songs
Feedback Love
Something's in my head
When will I ever let it out?
That song is something we all love
It's born when we sing and shout
We all sing songs of feedback
Whenever we're in love
We all have voices for speakers
But feedback just floats in the air
It's fast and it flies everywhere
The microphone loves the speaker
But they never get to meet,
Singing their songs of feedback
Nothing has ever been so sweet
Tape Deck Ghost
Did you notice me?
Did you see me hiding in the back room?
I'm recording
I'm sneaking here, microphones in my pocket,
I'm hiding here, I'm sneaking in the back room
Stacks of books cover me up
Did you notice me? I'm hiding here in the back room,
That's where I spent my nights recording
Did you notice me?
Did you see me hiding in the back room?
I'm recording
Notice me?
Did you see me hiding in the back room?
I'm recording
Hiding in the back room
Like a Piranha
I remember you
You almost died with the sucky things you went through
A couple of times we were hoping you'd come through
You stayed alive but now I never see you
Fun things we've done,
Concerts in sun,
Pictures (*?) down streets,
Radio beach
The sucky things you have to deal with,
They made ya pissed, so you test your limits
You stayed alive, so I'll come to see you
Soundwaves
Soundwaves surround us
One waves comes later
They're two waves together
Crossed lines at bottom and top
Soundwaves surround us
One wave comes later
They're two waves together
Crossed lines at bottom and top
Soundwaves
Two waves together
They're complex like two eyes
Or headphones, right and left
Right and left
Drums that No-One Played / El Nino
Left Side:
("Uh Huh")
Eyes that hear through words
That steer a ship into the sun
Floating for the ones,
Blend your voice to
Negotiate the run
Be it winds
Be it wild
Over water,
A hurricane child,
Too late to reconcile
Leave it while you're gone,
Take back your fence,
Take back your lawn
Take back your high-heeled boots
Take back your shopping clogs,
Take back your shoes,
Be it winds
Be it wild
Over water,
A hurricane child,
Too late to reconcile
Leave it while you're gone,
Take back your fence,
Take back your lawn
Right Side:
("Uh Huh")
Wake up when it dark
Walk down past the park at night,
Up around the stairs,
Drum-sets having wars inside,
Who has seen their moms,
in factories, until dawn, they die?
Drums that no-one played
Summer home's they stayed inside
If they were people they'd have cried
I'd have loved them some
Anacortes Has a Secret Love
My old town never lets me down
Things change but Anacortes has a secret love
Nighttime, cars are passing by
I'm here, happy by myself
Oh Anna
Anna and Ollie; they were roasting up a tofu-pop in the backyard
Says Ollie: "Oh, we're all out of buns but isn't this fun?"
They, they, they, they were spread upon the lawn,
Drinking lemonade and eating cheese
And later on, beneath the black sky, the night erupted there for free
"Oh Anna, take me in with water arms, surround me,
Blow your breezy charms around me!
Oh Anna, you're a house of many rooms
And all the secrets deep entombed within you
I know a few"
Says Anna:
"Ollie, oh, I know a place where you can dive between my peaks into the blue
You take the red dot-dot-to-dot trail there, it's sweet for you”
“Oh ba-ba black sheep, have you any wool?”
"Yes dear, yes, you know the fridge is always full for you"
"Oh Anna! Take me to your eerie heights above
Paint white letters ‘I you love’
Oh Anna, drop me off a cliff
I fall”
Says Anna:
"Ollie oh, you know it's old - it's old - it's old, it's true
Ollie, Ollie, Ollie, take me far away, show me something new"
And they do
"Oh Anna, take me in with water arms, surround me,
Blow your breezy charms around me
Oh Anna, you're a house of many rooms,
And all the secrets deep entombed within you...
I know a few"
"Ollie, Ollie in come free,
The doors unlocked and you can come and stay with me"
Spy Cameras
Leica got blinded by sun
It always happens when I think of myself
Because it's hard to act,
‘Cause you're doing just what you want,
You'll find out about it soon
It helps you find out about you
We both tried moving away
First Olympia then L.A.
"It seems like you wanna’ go far with this thing,
I just would like to go home"
They pulled out your hair and messed you all up,
Trying to get you to give yourself up
They warn us of scams and swear they're okay
But drink you with treats and yank on your legs
Spy camera for eyes and microphones hiding under the table and in their mouths
Look where you are now and see where you come from
And think about what you really love
Witch Doctor
He has eyes that shift around
She's in a bad mood
Something I don't know about
I have no clues
Mad whenever I'm around
Normal when I'm gone
Friends back their own bags
And leave this town
Some amazing hold she's got
Built into my head
She's in a bad mood
Eyes that shift around
It's been three or four whole months
That it's been this way.
Things keep growing worse and worse
I'm hypnotized, I'm dead.
Monsters
High-pitched Treble Monster
Floating in the air, digging in my ears
Low-pitch Bass Monster,
Hiding in the back corner of the room,
He's in all black
High-pitched Treble Monster
Pokes my eyes, pokes my eyes
Low-pitch Bass Monster telling me what to do,
I can't see him, but he's telling me what to do
High-pitched Treble Monster lives in the woods,
Spinning around and cuts trees down, in the woods
Low-pitch Bass Monster lives in a rotten stump,
Only comes out dark at night telling me what to do
High-pitched Treble Monster lives in puke,
Stings my tummy and my eyes, (pokes me with needles too)
Low-pitch Bass Monster lives inside of the books,
Nobody really knows exactly how he looks
High-pitched Treble Monster right in front of my face,
Poking me with needles and winning every race
Low-pitch Bass Monster is going pretty slow, big like a bomb
High-pitched Treble Monster digs in everyone's ear,
Feeds off everyone's fear
Their friend's shape, sound waves,
Wiggle all around
The Last Night of the Year
Tonight's a very important night,
It's the last night of the year
We're finishing off this great love,
That lasted us so long,
To end off the year,
Here we are in tears,
I can't think about it,
I don't want to think about it,
I run away and do other things
And try not to change my mind
Layers about guitars and drums keeps my occupied
I smash and hit these big drums,
And drown out my...
I can't think about it,
I don't want to think about it,
I run away, do other things
And try not to change my mind
Layers about guitars and drums keeps my occupied
I smash and hit these big drums,
And drown out my...
I say good-bye and hope that it's not true,
I don't know what to do
If you're good without me and you
Pre Amp
I am a pre-amp
Plug the cords right in my head
I've got headphones stuck right into my shirt
I'm a guitar amp
I bite the cord between my teeth
My voice is the speaker
And my eyes tell how loud I am
I've got microphone fingers
I don't care about phantom power
And I know the levels
Because I'm a pre-amp for everything
We did something to make sure you could hear me,
Where was I going?
Did this sound just disappear?
You were recording
You kept me on auto (*?)
You played it softly inside your headphones
I am a beauty,
I am the voice that sounds sweet
Playing softly, putting you to sleep
I am a beauty,
I am the voice that sounds sweet
Playing softly, putting you to sleep
(I wanted to keep you so I made a tape,
Now I listen to your voice singing to me)
I am a beauty,
You’re plugged into my heart
(I am a preamp,
You’re plugged into my heart)
Quiet Groove
(Instrumental)
Little Songs
I sing little songs to myself and try not to think about myself
That's when I get blinded by sound
I'm so confused when I think about what I'm supposed to be,
And what my friends think of me,
But that's something I can never know and not hold onto (*?)
So when I'm recording songs, the last part takes so long
That's when I have to make up words and see them
And know about the world I'm in
I think about it mostly when I'm walking home at night,
After people turn off all the lights
Now I play something good at night
And people put up Christmas lights,
The car's parked and I'm just sneaking around
Outside their house when they're asleep inside
I run through the bushes and hide
And I see their dishes in the sink
Pretty soon now, it will snow
My first snow away from home
It's cold and I'm bundled up
Microphone Pt. 1
M! I! C! R! O! P! H! O! N! E!
The sound world,
Crammed in all the round things,
Bouncing and sinking in our bones
Heard through 'phones,
Bump right up to the diaphragm,
Wiggled near magnets that suck sound out
Speed through wires, and knobs, and sliders
Right into a special toy
Stuck for good on plastic tape
Spinning around, right in the slot
Microphone
Magic magnet
Microphone
Microphone Pt. 2
(The lyrics to this song are in French)
English Translation:
In the name of sound
We are stuck inside
He hears us
He knows what we are doing
We live here and sleep here every night
The only one here is covered with electrical wire
So tangled, these wires are so tangled
They are longer once they are untangled
Microphone, always on in my head
Microphone, recording every second
Microphone
A room is filled to the top with the slap (*?)
Way too small
(*?)in the garbage
A battery (*?)
(*?) is higher than a house
After a long time, we would have to see them again
Some electro-shocks fill the whole room
Microphone, a lot a lot of wires
Microphone in the recording
Some microphones in the attic collect dust
Eyes For Volume
Volume, you can see it through my eyes
And hear it when I'm wide awake
My eyes mostly stay shut when I sing,
Just like when I'm asleep
I have dreams about things I will make
And plans I never do
In sleep, I record these songs in my head
Drum-sets taller than a house,
And bass amps knocking over trees
Robots with five or six tape decks in them,
For making tapes
Things change when I wake up,
I see things how they are
I don't have a body made of tape,
Or headphones attached to my head
These songs help me trick myself
And pretend I'm made of sound
Wires and Cords
Once in a while I wake up
I step all around the pieces on the floor,
Wires and cords, and records, and tapes
Left over from a party last night I had all by myself
Every single bit of it, left on a tape I made
And I'll find it one day washed out in your bed
We’ll be holding hands with nothing in the air
We’ll have our own wires and cords, and I’ll hear what you say
Then you’ll hear me too, every single month that I spend with you
I’ll put on a tape to find one day and cut it into (*?)
And get some nice headphones
I walk around the town I live, listening to you
You me and about the way we used to fight
I'll find a tape that I made of you and walk around listening to
Your voice in headphones and that will be the gem of our relationship
I'll hear what you say
and you'll hear me too
Cassette Version
Microphone Pt. 2
(The lyrics to this song are in French)
English Translation:
In the name of sound
We are stuck inside
He hears us
He knows what we are doing
We live here and sleep here every night
The only one here is covered with electrical wire
So tangled, these wires are so tangled
They are longer once they are untangled
Microphone, always on in my head
Microphone, recording every second
Microphone
A room is filled to the top with the slap (*?)
Way too small
(*?)in the garbage
A battery (*?)
(*?) is higher than a house
After a long time, we would have to see them again
Some electro-shocks fill the whole room
Microphone, a lot a lot of wires
Microphone in the recording
Some microphones in the attic collect dust
Tests (Male Version)
Tests
Far away
Distant, with echo
Close-up
With ringing
Pattern 'A'
Pattern 'B'
Quiet sound, amplified
Same sound, with echo
Tones at 10k and 1k
Combinations of tests form songs
Feedback Love
Something's in my head
When will I ever let it out?
That song is something we all love
It's born when we sing and shout
We all sing songs of feedback
Whenever we're in love
We all have voices for speakers
But feedback just floats in the air
It's fast and it flies everywhere
The microphone loves the speaker
But they never get to meet,
Singing their songs of feedback
Nothing has ever been so sweet
Bomb on Tape Deck Mountain
(Instrumental)
Tape Deck Ghost
Did you notice me?
Did you see me hiding in the back room?
I'm recording
I'm sneaking here, microphones in my pocket,
I'm hiding here, I'm sneaking in the back room
Stacks of books cover me up
Did you notice me? I'm hiding here in the back room,
That's where I spent my nights recording
Did you notice me?
Did you see me hiding in the back room?
I'm recording
Notice me?
Did you see me hiding in the back room?
I'm recording
Hiding in the back room
Bass Leftovers
(Instrumental)
Like a Piranha
I remember you
You almost died with the sucky things you went through
A couple of times we were hoping you'd come through
You stayed alive but now I never see you
Fun things we've done,
Concerts in sun,
Pictures (*?) down streets,
Radio beach
The sucky things you have to deal with,
They made ya pissed, so you test your limits
You stayed alive, so I'll come to see you
Assault on Tape Deck Mountain
(Instrumental)
Spy Cameras
Leica got blinded by sun
It always happens when I think of myself
Because it's hard to act,
‘Cause you're doing just what you want,
You'll find out about it soon
It helps you find out about you
We both tried moving away
First Olympia then L.A.
"It seems like you wanna’ go far with this thing,
I just would like to go home"
They pulled out your hair and messed you all up,
Trying to get you to give yourself up
They warn us of scams and swear they're okay
But drink you with treats and yank on your legs
Spy camera for eyes and microphones hiding under the table and in their mouths
Look where you are now and see where you come from
And think about what you really love
Drums That No One Played/El Nino
Left Side:
("Uh Huh")
Eyes that hear through words
That steer a ship into the sun
Floating for the ones,
Blend your voice to
Negotiate the run
Be it winds
Be it wild
Over water,
A hurricane child,
Too late to reconcile
Leave it while you're gone,
Take back your fence,
Take back your lawn
Take back your high-heeled boots
Take back your shopping clogs,
Take back your shoes,
Be it winds
Be it wild
Over water,
A hurricane child,
Too late to reconcile
Leave it while you're gone,
Take back your fence,
Take back your lawn
Right Side:
("Uh Huh")
Wake up when it dark
Walk down past the park at night,
Up around the stairs,
Drum-sets having wars inside,
Who has seen their moms,
in factories, until dawn, they die?
Drums that no-one played
Summer home's they stayed inside
If they were people they'd have cried
I'd have loved them some
Death on Tape Deck Mountain
(Instrumental)
The Last Night of the Year
Tonight's a very important night,
It's the last night of the year.
We're finishing off this great love,
That lasted us so long,
To end off the year,
Here we are in tears,
I can't think about it,
I don't want to think about it,
I run away and do other things
And try not to change my mind
Layers about guitars and drums keeps my occupied
I smash and hit these big drums,
And drown out my...
I can't think about it,
I don't want to think about it,
I run away, do other things
And try not to change my mind
Layers about guitars and drums keeps my occupied
I smash and hit these big drums,
And drown out my...
I say good-bye and hope that it's not true,
I don't know what to do
If you're good without me and you
Pre Amp
I am a pre-amp
Plug the cords right in my head
I've got headphones stuck right into my shirt
I'm a guitar amp
I bite the cord between my teeth
My voice is the speaker
And my eyes tell how loud I am
I've got microphone fingers
I don't care about phantom power
And I know the levels
Because I'm a pre-amp for everything
We did something to make sure you could hear me,
Where was I going?
Did this sound just disappear?
You were recording
You kept me on auto (*?)
You played it softly inside your headphones
I am a beauty,
I am the voice that sounds sweet
Playing softly, putting you to sleep
I am a beauty,
I am the voice that sounds sweet
Playing softly, putting you to sleep
(I wanted to keep you so I made a tape,
Now I listen to your voice singing to me)
I am a beauty,
You’re plugged into my heart
(I am a preamp,
You’re plugged into my heart)
Rebirth on Tape Deck Mountain
(Instrumental)
Eyes For Volume
Volume, you can see it through my eyes
And hear it when I'm wide awake
My eyes mostly stay shut when I sing,
Just like when I'm asleep
I have dreams about things I will make
And plans I never do
In sleep, I record these songs in my head
Drum-sets taller than a house,
And bass amps knocking over trees
Robots with five or six tape decks in them,
For making tapes
Things change when I wake up,
I see things how they are
I don't have a body made of tape,
Or headphones attached to my head
These songs help me trick myself
And pretend I'm made of sound
Quiet Groove
(Instrumental)
Oh Anna
Anna and Ollie; they were roasting up a tofu-pop in the backyard
Says Ollie: "Oh, we're all out of buns but isn't this fun?"
They, they, they, they were spread upon the lawn,
Drinking lemonade and eating cheese
And later on, beneath the black sky, the night erupted there for free
"Oh Anna, take me in with water arms, surround me,
Blow your breezy charms around me!
Oh Anna, you're a house of many rooms
And all the secrets deep entombed within you
I know a few"
Says Anna:
"Ollie, oh, I know a place where you can dive between my peaks into the blue
You take the red dot-dot-to-dot trail there, it's sweet for you”
“Oh ba-ba black sheep, have you any wool?”
"Yes dear, yes, you know the fridge is always full for you"
"Oh Anna! Take me to your eerie heights above
Paint white letters ‘I you love’
Oh Anna, drop me off a cliff
I fall”
Says Anna:
"Ollie oh, you know it's old - it's old - it's old, it's true
Ollie, Ollie, Ollie, take me far away, show me something new"
And they do
"Oh Anna, take me in with water arms, surround me,
Blow your breezy charms around me
Oh Anna, you're a house of many rooms,
And all the secrets deep entombed within you...
I know a few"
"Ollie, Ollie in come free,
The doors unlocked and you can come and stay with me"
Summer Electricity
Making tapes, gnashing my teeth, plucking string on my guitar,
Summer sun and I'm fooling everyone
Playing instruments when I can't play them
I use my teeth like a hi-hat, I'm a DJ with my tongue
There's a drum-set on my lips, which, bending the tape,
I make sound fake, like I'm playing bass when I don't have one
Record without plans
Record without plans
And the ice cream truck passes by,
Hearing birds sing,
Recording everything
Electricity in the summer
Tons of blank tapes and a copy machine
There's a record label in my closet
Made a bunch of tapes and passed them around
And asked other people to be on them
Everybody's got a tape and mostly they're great
And I've never heard anything better
Made a bunch of tapes
Little Songs
I sing little songs to myself and try not to think about myself
That's when I get blinded by sound
I'm so confused when I think about what I'm supposed to be,
And what my friends think of me,
But that's something I can never know and not hold onto (*?)
So when I'm recording songs, the last part takes so long
That's when I have to make up words and see them
And know about the world I'm in
I think about it mostly when I'm walking home at night,
After people turn off all the lights
Now I play something good at night
And people put up Christmas lights,
The car's parked and I'm just sneaking around
Outside their house when they're asleep inside
I run through the bushes and hide
And I see their dishes in the sink
Pretty soon now, it will snow
My first snow away from home
It's cold and I'm bundled up
Anacortes Has a Secret Love
My old town never lets me down
Things change but Anacortes has a secret love
Nighttime, cars are passing by
I'm here, happy by myself
Night Time, Then Sleep
There's something wrong, my mind is gone
Stayed up too long playing this song
I'll fall asleep again,
I walk empty streets
The sun is up
There's something sweet, I think
About to fall asleep
I'm lost in sleep
There's something sweet
CD Version
Tests (Female Version)
Feedback Love
Tape Deck Ghost
Like a Piranha
Soundwaves
Drums that No-One Played / El Nino
Anacortes Has a Secret Love
Oh Anna
Spy Cameras
Witch Doctor
Monsters
The Last Night of the Year
PreAmp
Quiet Groove
Little Songs
Microphone Pt. 1
Microphone Pt. 2
Eyes For Volume
Wires and Cords
Cassette Version
Microphone Part 2
Tests
Feedback Love
Bomb On Tape Deck Mt.
Tape Deck Ghost
Bass Leftovers
Like A Piranha
Assault On Tape Deck Mt.
Spy Cameras
Drums That No One Played / El Nino
Death On Tape Deck Mt.
The Last Night Of The Year
Preamp
Rebirth On Tape Deck Mt.
Eyes For Volume
Quiet Groove
Oh Anna
Summer Electricity
Little Songs
Anacortes Has A Secret Love
Night Time, Then Sleep
CD Version
Tests (Female Version)
Tests
Far away
Distant, with echo
Close-up
With ringing
Pattern 'A'
Pattern 'B'
Quiet sound, amplified
Same sound, with echo
Tones at 10k and 1k
Combinations of tests form songs
Feedback Love
Something's in my head
When will I ever let it out?
That song is something we all love
It's born when we sing and shout
We all sing songs of feedback
Whenever we're in love
We all have voices for speakers
But feedback just floats in the air
It's fast and it flies everywhere
The microphone loves the speaker
But they never get to meet,
Singing their songs of feedback
Nothing has ever been so sweet
Tape Deck Ghost
Did you notice me?
Did you see me hiding in the back room?
I'm recording
I'm sneaking here, microphones in my pocket,
I'm hiding here, I'm sneaking in the back room
Stacks of books cover me up
Did you notice me? I'm hiding here in the back room,
That's where I spent my nights recording
Did you notice me?
Did you see me hiding in the back room?
I'm recording
Notice me?
Did you see me hiding in the back room?
I'm recording
Hiding in the back room
Like a Piranha
I remember you
You almost died with the sucky things you went through
A couple of times we were hoping you'd come through
You stayed alive but now I never see you
Fun things we've done,
Concerts in sun,
Pictures (*?) down streets,
Radio beach
The sucky things you have to deal with,
They made ya pissed, so you test your limits
You stayed alive, so I'll come to see you
Soundwaves
Soundwaves surround us
One waves comes later
They're two waves together
Crossed lines at bottom and top
Soundwaves surround us
One wave comes later
They're two waves together
Crossed lines at bottom and top
Soundwaves
Two waves together
They're complex like two eyes
Or headphones, right and left
Right and left
Drums that No-One Played / El Nino
Left Side:
("Uh Huh")
Eyes that hear through words
That steer a ship into the sun
Floating for the ones,
Blend your voice to
Negotiate the run
Be it winds
Be it wild
Over water,
A hurricane child,
Too late to reconcile
Leave it while you're gone,
Take back your fence,
Take back your lawn
Take back your high-heeled boots
Take back your shopping clogs,
Take back your shoes,
Be it winds
Be it wild
Over water,
A hurricane child,
Too late to reconcile
Leave it while you're gone,
Take back your fence,
Take back your lawn
Right Side:
("Uh Huh")
Wake up when it dark
Walk down past the park at night,
Up around the stairs,
Drum-sets having wars inside,
Who has seen their moms,
in factories, until dawn, they die?
Drums that no-one played
Summer home's they stayed inside
If they were people they'd have cried
I'd have loved them some
Anacortes Has a Secret Love
My old town never lets me down
Things change but Anacortes has a secret love
Nighttime, cars are passing by
I'm here, happy by myself
Oh Anna
Anna and Ollie; they were roasting up a tofu-pop in the backyard
Says Ollie: "Oh, we're all out of buns but isn't this fun?"
They, they, they, they were spread upon the lawn,
Drinking lemonade and eating cheese
And later on, beneath the black sky, the night erupted there for free
"Oh Anna, take me in with water arms, surround me,
Blow your breezy charms around me!
Oh Anna, you're a house of many rooms
And all the secrets deep entombed within you
I know a few"
Says Anna:
"Ollie, oh, I know a place where you can dive between my peaks into the blue
You take the red dot-dot-to-dot trail there, it's sweet for you”
“Oh ba-ba black sheep, have you any wool?”
"Yes dear, yes, you know the fridge is always full for you"
"Oh Anna! Take me to your eerie heights above
Paint white letters ‘I you love’
Oh Anna, drop me off a cliff
I fall”
Says Anna:
"Ollie oh, you know it's old - it's old - it's old, it's true
Ollie, Ollie, Ollie, take me far away, show me something new"
And they do
"Oh Anna, take me in with water arms, surround me,
Blow your breezy charms around me
Oh Anna, you're a house of many rooms,
And all the secrets deep entombed within you...
I know a few"
"Ollie, Ollie in come free,
The doors unlocked and you can come and stay with me"
Spy Cameras
Leica got blinded by sun
It always happens when I think of myself
Because it's hard to act,
‘Cause you're doing just what you want,
You'll find out about it soon
It helps you find out about you
We both tried moving away
First Olympia then L.A.
"It seems like you wanna’ go far with this thing,
I just would like to go home"
They pulled out your hair and messed you all up,
Trying to get you to give yourself up
They warn us of scams and swear they're okay
But drink you with treats and yank on your legs
Spy camera for eyes and microphones hiding under the table and in their mouths
Look where you are now and see where you come from
And think about what you really love
Witch Doctor
He has eyes that shift around
She's in a bad mood
Something I don't know about
I have no clues
Mad whenever I'm around
Normal when I'm gone
Friends back their own bags
And leave this town
Some amazing hold she's got
Built into my head
She's in a bad mood
Eyes that shift around
It's been three or four whole months
That it's been this way.
Things keep growing worse and worse
I'm hypnotized, I'm dead.
Monsters
High-pitched Treble Monster
Floating in the air, digging in my ears
Low-pitch Bass Monster,
Hiding in the back corner of the room,
He's in all black
High-pitched Treble Monster
Pokes my eyes, pokes my eyes
Low-pitch Bass Monster telling me what to do,
I can't see him, but he's telling me what to do
High-pitched Treble Monster lives in the woods,
Spinning around and cuts trees down, in the woods
Low-pitch Bass Monster lives in a rotten stump,
Only comes out dark at night telling me what to do
High-pitched Treble Monster lives in puke,
Stings my tummy and my eyes, (pokes me with needles too)
Low-pitch Bass Monster lives inside of the books,
Nobody really knows exactly how he looks
High-pitched Treble Monster right in front of my face,
Poking me with needles and winning every race
Low-pitch Bass Monster is going pretty slow, big like a bomb
High-pitched Treble Monster digs in everyone's ear,
Feeds off everyone's fear
Their friend's shape, sound waves,
Wiggle all around
The Last Night of the Year
Tonight's a very important night,
It's the last night of the year
We're finishing off this great love,
That lasted us so long,
To end off the year,
Here we are in tears,
I can't think about it,
I don't want to think about it,
I run away and do other things
And try not to change my mind
Layers about guitars and drums keeps my occupied
I smash and hit these big drums,
And drown out my...
I can't think about it,
I don't want to think about it,
I run away, do other things
And try not to change my mind
Layers about guitars and drums keeps my occupied
I smash and hit these big drums,
And drown out my...
I say good-bye and hope that it's not true,
I don't know what to do
If you're good without me and you
Pre Amp
I am a pre-amp
Plug the cords right in my head
I've got headphones stuck right into my shirt
I'm a guitar amp
I bite the cord between my teeth
My voice is the speaker
And my eyes tell how loud I am
I've got microphone fingers
I don't care about phantom power
And I know the levels
Because I'm a pre-amp for everything
We did something to make sure you could hear me,
Where was I going?
Did this sound just disappear?
You were recording
You kept me on auto (*?)
You played it softly inside your headphones
I am a beauty,
I am the voice that sounds sweet
Playing softly, putting you to sleep
I am a beauty,
I am the voice that sounds sweet
Playing softly, putting you to sleep
(I wanted to keep you so I made a tape,
Now I listen to your voice singing to me)
I am a beauty,
You’re plugged into my heart
(I am a preamp,
You’re plugged into my heart)
Quiet Groove
(Instrumental)
Little Songs
I sing little songs to myself and try not to think about myself
That's when I get blinded by sound
I'm so confused when I think about what I'm supposed to be,
And what my friends think of me,
But that's something I can never know and not hold onto (*?)
So when I'm recording songs, the last part takes so long
That's when I have to make up words and see them
And know about the world I'm in
I think about it mostly when I'm walking home at night,
After people turn off all the lights
Now I play something good at night
And people put up Christmas lights,
The car's parked and I'm just sneaking around
Outside their house when they're asleep inside
I run through the bushes and hide
And I see their dishes in the sink
Pretty soon now, it will snow
My first snow away from home
It's cold and I'm bundled up
Microphone Pt. 1
M! I! C! R! O! P! H! O! N! E!
The sound world,
Crammed in all the round things,
Bouncing and sinking in our bones
Heard through 'phones,
Bump right up to the diaphragm,
Wiggled near magnets that suck sound out
Speed through wires, and knobs, and sliders
Right into a special toy
Stuck for good on plastic tape
Spinning around, right in the slot
Microphone
Magic magnet
Microphone
Microphone Pt. 2
(The lyrics to this song are in French)
English Translation:
In the name of sound
We are stuck inside
He hears us
He knows what we are doing
We live here and sleep here every night
The only one here is covered with electrical wire
So tangled, these wires are so tangled
They are longer once they are untangled
Microphone, always on in my head
Microphone, recording every second
Microphone
A room is filled to the top with the slap (*?)
Way too small
(*?)in the garbage
A battery (*?)
(*?) is higher than a house
After a long time, we would have to see them again
Some electro-shocks fill the whole room
Microphone, a lot a lot of wires
Microphone in the recording
Some microphones in the attic collect dust
Eyes For Volume
Volume, you can see it through my eyes
And hear it when I'm wide awake
My eyes mostly stay shut when I sing,
Just like when I'm asleep
I have dreams about things I will make
And plans I never do
In sleep, I record these songs in my head
Drum-sets taller than a house,
And bass amps knocking over trees
Robots with five or six tape decks in them,
For making tapes
Things change when I wake up,
I see things how they are
I don't have a body made of tape,
Or headphones attached to my head
These songs help me trick myself
And pretend I'm made of sound
Wires and Cords
Once in a while I wake up
I step all around the pieces on the floor,
Wires and cords, and records, and tapes
Left over from a party last night I had all by myself
Every single bit of it, left on a tape I made
And I'll find it one day washed out in your bed
We’ll be holding hands with nothing in the air
We’ll have our own wires and cords, and I’ll hear what you say
Then you’ll hear me too, every single month that I spend with you
I’ll put on a tape to find one day and cut it into (*?)
And get some nice headphones
I walk around the town I live, listening to you
You me and about the way we used to fight
I'll find a tape that I made of you and walk around listening to
Your voice in headphones and that will be the gem of our relationship
I'll hear what you say
and you'll hear me too
Cassette Version
Microphone Pt. 2
(The lyrics to this song are in French)
English Translation:
In the name of sound
We are stuck inside
He hears us
He knows what we are doing
We live here and sleep here every night
The only one here is covered with electrical wire
So tangled, these wires are so tangled
They are longer once they are untangled
Microphone, always on in my head
Microphone, recording every second
Microphone
A room is filled to the top with the slap (*?)
Way too small
(*?)in the garbage
A battery (*?)
(*?) is higher than a house
After a long time, we would have to see them again
Some electro-shocks fill the whole room
Microphone, a lot a lot of wires
Microphone in the recording
Some microphones in the attic collect dust
Tests (Male Version)
Tests
Far away
Distant, with echo
Close-up
With ringing
Pattern 'A'
Pattern 'B'
Quiet sound, amplified
Same sound, with echo
Tones at 10k and 1k
Combinations of tests form songs
Feedback Love
Something's in my head
When will I ever let it out?
That song is something we all love
It's born when we sing and shout
We all sing songs of feedback
Whenever we're in love
We all have voices for speakers
But feedback just floats in the air
It's fast and it flies everywhere
The microphone loves the speaker
But they never get to meet,
Singing their songs of feedback
Nothing has ever been so sweet
Bomb on Tape Deck Mountain
(Instrumental)
Tape Deck Ghost
Did you notice me?
Did you see me hiding in the back room?
I'm recording
I'm sneaking here, microphones in my pocket,
I'm hiding here, I'm sneaking in the back room
Stacks of books cover me up
Did you notice me? I'm hiding here in the back room,
That's where I spent my nights recording
Did you notice me?
Did you see me hiding in the back room?
I'm recording
Notice me?
Did you see me hiding in the back room?
I'm recording
Hiding in the back room
Bass Leftovers
(Instrumental)
Like a Piranha
I remember you
You almost died with the sucky things you went through
A couple of times we were hoping you'd come through
You stayed alive but now I never see you
Fun things we've done,
Concerts in sun,
Pictures (*?) down streets,
Radio beach
The sucky things you have to deal with,
They made ya pissed, so you test your limits
You stayed alive, so I'll come to see you
Assault on Tape Deck Mountain
(Instrumental)
Spy Cameras
Leica got blinded by sun
It always happens when I think of myself
Because it's hard to act,
‘Cause you're doing just what you want,
You'll find out about it soon
It helps you find out about you
We both tried moving away
First Olympia then L.A.
"It seems like you wanna’ go far with this thing,
I just would like to go home"
They pulled out your hair and messed you all up,
Trying to get you to give yourself up
They warn us of scams and swear they're okay
But drink you with treats and yank on your legs
Spy camera for eyes and microphones hiding under the table and in their mouths
Look where you are now and see where you come from
And think about what you really love
Drums That No One Played/El Nino
Left Side:
("Uh Huh")
Eyes that hear through words
That steer a ship into the sun
Floating for the ones,
Blend your voice to
Negotiate the run
Be it winds
Be it wild
Over water,
A hurricane child,
Too late to reconcile
Leave it while you're gone,
Take back your fence,
Take back your lawn
Take back your high-heeled boots
Take back your shopping clogs,
Take back your shoes,
Be it winds
Be it wild
Over water,
A hurricane child,
Too late to reconcile
Leave it while you're gone,
Take back your fence,
Take back your lawn
Right Side:
("Uh Huh")
Wake up when it dark
Walk down past the park at night,
Up around the stairs,
Drum-sets having wars inside,
Who has seen their moms,
in factories, until dawn, they die?
Drums that no-one played
Summer home's they stayed inside
If they were people they'd have cried
I'd have loved them some
Death on Tape Deck Mountain
(Instrumental)
The Last Night of the Year
Tonight's a very important night,
It's the last night of the year.
We're finishing off this great love,
That lasted us so long,
To end off the year,
Here we are in tears,
I can't think about it,
I don't want to think about it,
I run away and do other things
And try not to change my mind
Layers about guitars and drums keeps my occupied
I smash and hit these big drums,
And drown out my...
I can't think about it,
I don't want to think about it,
I run away, do other things
And try not to change my mind
Layers about guitars and drums keeps my occupied
I smash and hit these big drums,
And drown out my...
I say good-bye and hope that it's not true,
I don't know what to do
If you're good without me and you
Pre Amp
I am a pre-amp
Plug the cords right in my head
I've got headphones stuck right into my shirt
I'm a guitar amp
I bite the cord between my teeth
My voice is the speaker
And my eyes tell how loud I am
I've got microphone fingers
I don't care about phantom power
And I know the levels
Because I'm a pre-amp for everything
We did something to make sure you could hear me,
Where was I going?
Did this sound just disappear?
You were recording
You kept me on auto (*?)
You played it softly inside your headphones
I am a beauty,
I am the voice that sounds sweet
Playing softly, putting you to sleep
I am a beauty,
I am the voice that sounds sweet
Playing softly, putting you to sleep
(I wanted to keep you so I made a tape,
Now I listen to your voice singing to me)
I am a beauty,
You’re plugged into my heart
(I am a preamp,
You’re plugged into my heart)
Rebirth on Tape Deck Mountain
(Instrumental)
Eyes For Volume
Volume, you can see it through my eyes
And hear it when I'm wide awake
My eyes mostly stay shut when I sing,
Just like when I'm asleep
I have dreams about things I will make
And plans I never do
In sleep, I record these songs in my head
Drum-sets taller than a house,
And bass amps knocking over trees
Robots with five or six tape decks in them,
For making tapes
Things change when I wake up,
I see things how they are
I don't have a body made of tape,
Or headphones attached to my head
These songs help me trick myself
And pretend I'm made of sound
Quiet Groove
(Instrumental)
Oh Anna
Anna and Ollie; they were roasting up a tofu-pop in the backyard
Says Ollie: "Oh, we're all out of buns but isn't this fun?"
They, they, they, they were spread upon the lawn,
Drinking lemonade and eating cheese
And later on, beneath the black sky, the night erupted there for free
"Oh Anna, take me in with water arms, surround me,
Blow your breezy charms around me!
Oh Anna, you're a house of many rooms
And all the secrets deep entombed within you
I know a few"
Says Anna:
"Ollie, oh, I know a place where you can dive between my peaks into the blue
You take the red dot-dot-to-dot trail there, it's sweet for you”
“Oh ba-ba black sheep, have you any wool?”
"Yes dear, yes, you know the fridge is always full for you"
"Oh Anna! Take me to your eerie heights above
Paint white letters ‘I you love’
Oh Anna, drop me off a cliff
I fall”
Says Anna:
"Ollie oh, you know it's old - it's old - it's old, it's true
Ollie, Ollie, Ollie, take me far away, show me something new"
And they do
"Oh Anna, take me in with water arms, surround me,
Blow your breezy charms around me
Oh Anna, you're a house of many rooms,
And all the secrets deep entombed within you...
I know a few"
"Ollie, Ollie in come free,
The doors unlocked and you can come and stay with me"
Summer Electricity
Making tapes, gnashing my teeth, plucking string on my guitar,
Summer sun and I'm fooling everyone
Playing instruments when I can't play them
I use my teeth like a hi-hat, I'm a DJ with my tongue
There's a drum-set on my lips, which, bending the tape,
I make sound fake, like I'm playing bass when I don't have one
Record without plans
Record without plans
And the ice cream truck passes by,
Hearing birds sing,
Recording everything
Electricity in the summer
Tons of blank tapes and a copy machine
There's a record label in my closet
Made a bunch of tapes and passed them around
And asked other people to be on them
Everybody's got a tape and mostly they're great
And I've never heard anything better
Made a bunch of tapes
Little Songs
I sing little songs to myself and try not to think about myself
That's when I get blinded by sound
I'm so confused when I think about what I'm supposed to be,
And what my friends think of me,
But that's something I can never know and not hold onto (*?)
So when I'm recording songs, the last part takes so long
That's when I have to make up words and see them
And know about the world I'm in
I think about it mostly when I'm walking home at night,
After people turn off all the lights
Now I play something good at night
And people put up Christmas lights,
The car's parked and I'm just sneaking around
Outside their house when they're asleep inside
I run through the bushes and hide
And I see their dishes in the sink
Pretty soon now, it will snow
My first snow away from home
It's cold and I'm bundled up
Anacortes Has a Secret Love
My old town never lets me down
Things change but Anacortes has a secret love
Nighttime, cars are passing by
I'm here, happy by myself
Night Time, Then Sleep
There's something wrong, my mind is gone
Stayed up too long playing this song
I'll fall asleep again,
I walk empty streets
The sun is up
There's something sweet, I think
About to fall asleep
I'm lost in sleep
There's something sweet