Records of the Confusing Fair

Looney Buns: Poker Ace (muppets on speed version)

2012-01-07T23:43:00.003+01:00

I'm in the mood for recycling old songs. This is one I particularly like, but there was something wrong with the old version, I didn't know what it is until now. It was too slow, too sloppy and not fuzzy enough... so here's the re-worked version.

Looney Buns: Chambers of Snakes (electrocute version)

2011-12-25T00:31:00.002+01:00

Snakes, imaginary snakes, coming out of my ears
Like uh crawling, like uh crawling tears
Chambers of snakes, chambers in my in my head

Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-banging in
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-banging inside of my headache...

I can feel them rolling, I can hear them
Playing in my head...
Chambers of snakes, chambers of snakes...
Deep down in my head...

Like a python on the wire
Like a cobra on a plate
I hunt mamba with my smile
Using my tongue as a bait

I can hear them hissing, I can feel them
crawling in my head...
Chambers of snakes, chambers of snakes...
Deep down in my head...

Looney Buns: Pinkify

2011-12-21T23:22:00.002+01:00

One day in December
At frozen river bank
I have found a frozen fish tank
With golden fish inside

Shining like an ember
Unfreeze me please, said fish, yes
Then you can have three wishes
I just have one, I cried

Pinkify my life

One time I've been in prison
Escaping like Houdini
I've met the evil jinni
In an empty whiskey jar

The sun has not yet risen
Just set me free, said he
Yes, and I will do things for thee
It's just one thing so far

Pinkify my bars

One night in January
In a stinky country bar
I have seen a falling rock star
Through a dirty window pane

She was quite cute but scary
She had a strange tattoo
Oh, something I can do for you
There is one thing I'd gain

Pinkify my brain

Looney Buns: The Ultraviolet Night

2011-12-21T16:42:00.002+01:00

Bound to the price I'm wearing
Tagged by the ultraviolet light
I walk the cemetery
I look the darkness in the eye
I watch it digitize
Deep purple nightmare in disguise
I've got a dream to carry
Down the ultraviolet night

Look beyond the beeping wonders
See behind the sleeping skies

Hidden by engineering
Reversed to the order of the bytes
Find the antenna bearing
Down the ultraviolet night

Looney Buns: Dead, Dead, Dead

2011-12-11T01:37:00.002+01:00

Question are answers,
Answers are questions,
Death is a dancer,
Satan's kiss, thathatha!

Dead, dead, dead!

Numbers are monsters,
Monsters are numbers,
Letters are angels,
Hard to miss, thathatha!

Problems are funny,
Laugh is a letter,
Death is a bunny,
Mailman's bliss, thathatha!

Looney Buns: Bubblegum

2011-05-03T22:35:00.002+02:00

I bend my jaw on a u-turn, I'm never gonna learn that
You can't chew bubblegum on the run
I get sunburns under my skin, I'm never gonna win
The sun is in the sky

Working on my tan, I grow bubbles from a gum
I start to feel I'm getting somewhere
Chewing bubblegum, while I work hard on my tan
I start to feel I'm getting somewhere

I feed jellyfish with my feet, while the sea spits on my seat
My hand easily blend with the sand
I grew bubbles out of my dreams, they played in opposite teams
I wonder who has won

Working on my tan...

Bang, bang, bang!

I play softly with a big gun, mouthful of pink bubblegum
The bubble's gonna pop

Now on the album:
http://looneybuns.bandcamp.com/album/absurdance

Looney Buns: Deep Space

2011-03-19T00:33:00.002+01:00

Nebula of strange colors
Transforming cosmic waves
Is hunting down solar
Photons in constant chase

Shimmering on the ceiling
Reflecting on the floor
Amplifies the feeling
That I was waiting for

Molecules floating
Into outer space
Particles scouting
For the impossible ways

To look for a reason to
Clear the hatch to deep space
Looking at invisible
Doors to secret state of grace

Escaping space distortions
When warning lights turn red
I approach with caution
The border of my bed

Hiding behind the sun rays
Riding a moonlight storm
Heading into deep space
I feel empty and worn

(...)

Looking for invisible
Road that leads to deep space
Pulling undetachable
Strings to link the nights with days

Looney Buns: Crazy Girl

2011-03-13T21:51:00.003+01:00

I know a crazy girl, I know a crazy girl
Now she lives up the ceiling, then she lives down the stairs

I know a crazy girl, I know a crazy girl
She's lost all of her marbles, but then she's found a pearl

I know a crazy girl, I know a crazy girl
She likes Bollywood movies, she likes books of Husserl

I know a crazy girl, I know a crazy girl
She likes to dress in circles, she likes to walk on squares

Looney Buns: Full Moon

2011-02-26T18:47:00.002+01:00

I'm staring at the ceiling watching shadows come and go
I feel the moon is reeling in the ketchup rodeo
I am putting some tzatziki on a chili pie
I feel like I am panicking but I don't know why

As the full moon is drawing a circle across the sky

I'm looking at the city turning flashlights on and off
Feel the night's turning pretty sour stroganoff
See the red lights blinking from a roof of a car
As the blood is inking the lips of a popcorn star

As the full moon is drawing a circle across the sky

The full moon is out to play tonight....

Looney Buns: Hard Beep

2011-02-15T18:57:00.002+01:00

Sine waves animate my feelings
Refined by flutter industry
Square games determine my thinking
Internally shorting my pins

Hard beep outruns my heart beat, each lap

Blinking lights deface my vision
It's clear, but I can't see a thing

Szyczy: fragment #1

2011-01-30T20:35:00.002+01:00

The Balding Hippies: There Is No Easy Way

2011-01-17T17:46:00.002+01:00

I'm running from zombie crowds
who want to slash open my heart
and then bath in my blood on the spot
I'm running from monster gull
who wants to smash down my skull,
and then eat out my brain, just like that

There is no easy way to play

I'm hiding from living dead
who want to rip off my head
and play soccer with it, in the rough
Running from girls who look wrong
who want to sing me a song
and then just watch me ears falling off

There is no easy way to play

I'm hiding from freaked-out guy
who wants to pick out my eyes
and then shatter my face with a nail
I'm hiding from bad breath shills
who want to sell me some pills
and then put me some bills in the mail

There is no easy way to fail

doo bee doo bee doo...

The Balding Hippies: Free-fall of All Things Vanishing

2010-11-14T01:36:00.004+01:00

In a dining roomful of goblins, consume the treasures of your sanity. There's a bee, drinking chairman's sweat, under funny fur hat, those last drops of moisture in the pool of threats, playing hard to get.

Work with orcs, bred to smell, feeding frogs in a brand new well, wishing hell would become the very new brand of deodorant. Smell a demon in a shell, open mouth would yell, fill it up with jam or gel. Wear a suit to sell stock on a market, get some jam instead, spread it on your bed, nose that sheet, jump in that pit and go to sleep.

download: mp3

Green Saucery: Deep Blue Cheese

2010-11-09T01:35:00.002+01:00

Something smelly, corny and inexplicable.

download: mp3

Green Saucery: Aether Knitting

2010-11-05T19:15:00.001+01:00

Saxophones, trombones, tuba and a pint of absynth.

download: mp3

Green Saucery: Astronomer's Sunglasses

2010-10-03T21:32:00.002+02:00

This is another bit of space exploration music, down to earth and up to the sun.

download: mp3

Green Saucery: Midnight Vacuuming

2010-09-14T03:12:00.002+02:00

After extended vacation break there is this sweep of clean non-breeze, just when the time stands still.

download: mp3

Green Saucery: '58 Corvette Soup

2010-06-05T03:16:00.003+02:00

Get a wacky, irrelevant spoonful of interstellar hitchhike trumping experience here.

download: mp3

Looney Buns: Ice Cream in the Sun

2010-05-17T03:10:00.004+02:00

Here's something sweet in electronic odd bop sauce.

lyrics:

Pick a stick and dog a walk
Shaking hands, laughing friends, clothing brands, sock
Fix your face with magic goo
Wait for the dream to come true

Clouds are on the run
Flies play with the fan
Ice cream in the sun
Melting on a cinnamon bun

Search the bed to find the clue
Sleepy head, eyes are red, cockroach's dead, shoe
Clean the beach and wait for snow
Play a divertimento

Fries fry on the pan
Blaze is set to stun
Ice cream in the sun
Chasing darker shade of the tan

Blue is high and green is low
Break the fence, make no sense, absurdance, go
Dutch to fly and French for fries
Swiss to whip the cream on the ice

Fries fry on the pan
Sun sets in Japan
Ice cream on the run
Chasing darker shade of the tan

Looney Buns: Sailor Songs

2010-05-08T22:38:00.004+02:00

If you've got some time to loose, there's no better way than to sink it in a dirty sailor song.

lyrics:

Breaking a glass in search for a drink
Smashed into pieces, glittering in the sink
Wet paper boat for a thirsty throat
Singing dirty sailor songs by the fire

Putting sun oil on a paper plane
Drowning in hope that it will fly in the rain
Building a shed on a water bed
Singing dirty sailor songs by the fire

My life among the machines
Is defined by the quality of my dreams
Sailing through electric seas
The weather's bad and the rigging is Chinese

Running away on a paper train
Time's passing by, but everything looks the same
Sleeping through days for the nights to waste
Singing dirty sailor songs by the fire

The tide is getting high, the winds are howling
The waves are crashing on the edge of my bed
The wind is getting strong, the waves are boiling
The tide is getting high, in my clogged up sink

The Balding Hippies: We Used to Laugh in Front of Buildings

2010-04-25T00:05:00.003+02:00

This is the first song to carry "The Balding Hippies" label. In this song the predictable meets the inevitable in a funny and scary clash. It has been recorded in 2007, this is refreshed and slightly remixed version of that recording.

download: mp3

lyrics:

Who wants to get inside?

The library is a funny place
Everybody wants to get inside
(The library, who wants to get inside?)

Who are those men in the front of the library?
And what are they laughing at?
(Who are those men? Do they want to get inside?)

The funeral home is a sad place
Nobody wants a lawyer involved
(The funeral home, who wants to get inside?)

Who are those men in the front of the funeral home?
And what are they laughing at?
(Who are those men? Do they want to get inside?)

Mumblin' Y. Plumber - Leprechaun

2010-04-18T02:59:00.003+02:00

For a change, I post an old record I found in the attic. It is a 7" vinyl in a mediocre condition with no sleeve. On the label there is a note: Leprechaun. Personnel: Mumblin' Y. Plumber, Deaf E.R. Flatberg & Blind I. Buczynsky. It is a sort of spooky folk song, I quite like it and I thought it is worth sharing.

download: mp3

lyrics (written down by ear):

A leprechaun is living on the orange tree,
He has mean eyes and they scare the shit out of me.
If you see an orange leprechaun,
You better run, you better run,
Oh, brother, you bet you better run.

A leprechaun is dinning in my TV set,
It shows the bones of people that he killed and ate.
If on screen you see a leprechaun,
You better run, you better run,
Oh, brother, you bet you better run.

A leprechaun is snoring in a water bed,
This sound is awful and it fills my ears with dread.
If you hear a snoring leprechaun,
You better run, you better run,
Oh, brother, you bet you better run.

Green Saucery: Misty Fumes

2010-04-11T02:20:00.006+02:00

Today I play somewhat dark and abstract ambient melody. These sounds were created by applying spectral blur to a melody and improvising on finger bowed glass.

Green Saucery: bleep-uhr-east-uhr

2010-04-03T21:52:00.002+02:00

Bleeping transistors, bleeding capacitors, bouncing bunnies...

download: mp3

Looney Buns: I Throw My Hat Away

2010-03-28T22:11:00.004+02:00

This song is a sort of happy-sad techno-ballad or electro-folk praise-chant (as opposed to a protest-song).

download: mp3

lyrics:

I pick all those ugly feelings
I grew in my heart
And I put them in my hat
I throw that hat away
Throw that hat a-way

I shake my head in joy

I dig up those dreadful fears
Spreading through my guts
And I put them in my pants
I throw that pants away
Throw that pants away

I bounce my legs in joy

I collect all superstitions
Breeding in my brain
And I flush them down the drain
I throw my gloves away
Flush them down the drain

I raise my hands in joy

Original photography by Steve F-E-Cameron.

Looney Buns: Hippie Hippie Manic Pulse

2010-03-21T20:25:00.006+01:00

This song is about musical trance quality of everyday life. It is composed of several incompatible elements glued together by irresistible force.

lyrics:

Hipsters in bright shiny suits,
Riding in a white Mercedes Benz
Drugsters in black BMW,
Shaking their heads in a lunatic trance

In a hippie hippie manic pulse

Silicon girls from glamour catalog,
Aping giraffes on a catwalk
Smokers in the nicotine fog,
Glimmering fireflies in a flock of clouds

In a hippie hippie manic pulse

Dancers fighting laser beam,
Searching for the floor in a cloud of dust
Drinkers running out of steam,
Struggling to break through the shapeless mass

In a hippie hippie manic pulse

Zombies in the morning light,
Looking for a bed in a deadly heat
Street-cars of fainting desires,
Hunting for shades with bare, empty seats

In a hippie hippie manic pulse

Looney Buns: Ponds of Cheese

2010-03-14T17:25:00.006+01:00

Ponds of cheese are where the raging saws and bored horns meet causing mind blending tremors. Here's another cut of twisted electronic dance music infused with urban folk and tribal exotic aura.

lyrics:

Tell me what's the forecast
What is there before us
Gazing out from nothingness which hides behind the door

Let me see the big screen
Shining when the lights dim
Let me look at curiosities I have never seen

Talking on the phone you are
Fishing in a fondue pot
Talking 'bout the things that please
us by ponds of cheese

Surfing the magnificent ponds of cheese...

What is on the menu
Can you find a brand new
Kind of Camembert that you could nibble with a friend

Tell me what the score is
Racing for a cheap kiss
Playing out those silly games we take too seriously

Surfing the magnificent ponds of cheese...

Looney Buns: Poker Ace

2010-03-07T17:44:00.007+01:00

I continue to discover sticky sweet paths of popular music. This time I'm posting a bit of sunshine pop from hell. Electronic drums and a tuba are confronting a synthesizer duo powered by a digital sample guitar and some retro keys here.

lyrics:

Playing poker with fallen angels
I have found the way out of hell
Cheating with venerable strangers
Bumped my head on the holy bell

Cleaning out my refrigerator
I uncovered a royal flush
Snatched a purse off an alligator
Found some poker chips, but no cash

Hanging on the wire
Shoot me on the phone
Put my ears on fire
With the dial tone
Poke me in the face 'cause
You are poker ace
Hanging on the wire
Poke me in the face

Playing joker for your amusement
I can steal from the queen of hearts
Gambling down in your father's basement
Lost my eye in the game of darts

Wearing crown of the king of clubs I
Sold my heart to the rolling dice
Roll your eyes when you say goodbye and
Let me beg for your pretty lies

Looney Buns: Soda Pop

2010-02-28T20:32:00.006+01:00

Once again, here's a new song on the account of Looney Buns project. This time it's slightly more experimental and melancholic. Digital drum machine and three synthesizers meet tuba and trombones, as played back by the sampler.

lyrics:
I'm drinking my excitement
'till the vanity of glass
embrace the variety of fuss
over this soda pop

I'm sinking with my white taints
in a pool of my sweat
as I determine my bet
on a diversity of outcomes we can get
in a game of stick and slap

Excitement, soda pop, soda pop, soda pop...

I'm solving my puzzlement
writing down the missing piece
of secret, obscure recipe
to make our soda pop

I nuzzle into settlement
of strange and kitchen instruments
lurking from rather indecent
unmeasurable clatter that were meant
to lay down there as a trap

Excitement, soda pop, soda pop, soda pop...

I hope that you don't mind it
as I'm making up my mind
for the inevitable find
of our soda pop

I'm looking for a blind bit
of indifference inside your eyes
that could turn tears into ice
supporting countless tricks that we play nice
but we don't know when to stop

Looney Buns: Here Come the Dessert Rats

2010-02-22T01:04:00.007+01:00

And here's a slice of twisted dance music, labeled as Looney Buns. The defining features of this project are 4/4 meter, electronic drums with a boom-boom, simplistic bass drum, tuba sound as the main bass carrier, plus a general mixture of synthetic and acoustic sounds. It has a sort of 80's vibe, I reckon.

lyrics:
Walking through the door of the optimistic enhancements
I can hear the roar of the atavistic announcements
I am looking for a grain of salt in the desert plains of my dessert
I am hearing echoes in the vault, as a siren is calling the alert

Here come the dessert rats slipping on the fat icing on the cake of doom
Here come the dessert rats, here comes the boom

Eating from a plate of these sweetly fraudulent debentures
I am getting late for a slightly indecent adventure
I am looking for a trace of rain in the desert plains of my dessert
I am searching seemingly in vein, for a siren is calling the alert

Looking at a sign of the imperceivable destruction
I can feel the grime of this questionable attraction
I will lean in for the kiss of death, in the desert plains of my dessert
I am scouting for a closing breath, as a siren is calling the alert