Starts off with the Pogues.
10:00 - "The Germans are the English."
15:00 - "It's always fun just to play that waltzy walk up."
20:00 - "Each act is represented except Act 4 and 5."
25:00 - "Dumb people can go eat a dick for all I give a fuck."
30:00 - "Even if we would have done it then it would've taken 5 or 6 years."
35:00 - "They have all these huge things there."
40:00 - "I won't hurt you but I'll kick your father's ass for raising a brat."
45:00 - "Tell me you just didn't walk into a painted wall."
50:00 - "Someone's age is not a good enough reason to be scornful of someone."
55:00 - "Dave reads Doctor Who."
Well he's gone down a road that's fading quickly
And he's prone to being homegrown and sickly
And he doesn't have a reason for the plodding
And his life as of now is frail and rotting
Frail and rotten frail and rotten
Frail and rotten feeling lame
Frail and rotten frail and rotten
Frail and rotten what a shame
So she threw him down and broke his transom
And she held his self respect for ransom
And believe me the poor boy up and payed it
And felt better not to contemplate it
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So she moved on and overtook his story
And made sure that the scene was trite and hoary
'Cause she really did like that Baby Blue fella
And moved on to conquer other cerebella
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Dave - guitars, vocals, banjo
Brian - bass,engineering, mixing
Ochster - drums and percussion
Ian - mastering
- texting Ochster in real time -
More pro magic mushroom studies have been conducted.
Dave's brother calls in.
The coda is trying to take advantage of Ochster's ability to do GoGo jams.
"The 80s. How wrong were we about everything?"
"Spunky Face Jam"
Brian has phone problems.
Rouxde Cooking Podcast shout out at 23:00.
"Magic Box" is "Wonderful Vagina."
- Max Birkner plug -
at 30:00ish the fellas revisit "Balls in Soup."
- 300,000 year ols North Americans @ 45:00 -
Roams the landscape all alone
Singing "Roam, Sucker, Roam"
Dreaming of then again and again
When she ushered in a phase
Lasted lo these many days
Sees her again and then they begin
Let her know what to do
So she can get a little closer to you
What she does what she do
Gonna make you look just like a fool
She pops in and out quantumly
Here and there confusing all who see
But those that they do can't believe it's true
Sit back and the devil appears
But then she knows just what to make it clear
What can she do she's falling for you
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Dave - guitars and vocals
Brian - bass, engineering, mixing
Ochster - drums and percussion
Ian - mastering
Brian and Dave welcome Joe Goldsborough to Possum Studios to get into the nitty gritty history Of B'more rock and roll.
- Alt-country days revisited -
- learning the mandolin -
"Man, that chair's all fucked up, yo. You need a gigantic C-clamp."
- John Lennon mention at 8 minutes -
"Soccer hooligan songs!"
Travelogue II talk begins!!!
"There you go, TARDIS people."
"Andy's drumming puts you in a good mood somehow."
Fro here things lighten up immensely.
The return of "What Is Brian Wearing" at 29:00.
"Lee Majors!"
- review of 2017 at 32:00 -
- Reverend Jim Memorial -
The last time we saw Remote Control
She was ashes and Dawn had took her soul
Then again maybe then it wasn't so
Or maybe then it was oh no
Now she's tailing our hero Baby Blue
She knows that the lies have turned to truth
But she never asked for any proof
She really didn't care she still don't
Remote Control has found her soul
Hit that pipe again
She's been ready now she's steady
It's a laughing zen
Well she knows how to live her life as art
And romantically construct a part
Of a universal broken heart
That's weeping tears of laughter and angst
It's a muffled laughter when it's time
It's a victim of a worthless crime
It's a notion sprouting off the vine
That's rooted in mischief and pranks
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As she surveys all that's come to pass
She knows her time has come at last
To binge and partake of repast
And try and change the world oh my
If she's magic then so are me and you
Like she says "bring the meaning of the truth"
It never needs to show a proof
In algebraic terms or why
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Dave - guitars, vocals, mandolin
Brian - bass, engineering, mixing
Ochster - drums and percussion
Ian - mastering
The fellas get into the plot around 10 minutes in.
TRAVELOGUE is the MAUDE of THE BIG OPERA.
- TV nostalgia breakdown -
Dueling Moe Syzlacks at 29:00
Famous B'more restaurants at 38:00
SoMd BBQ shout outs after that
1.Nostalgia
2. Hey, Look At That, Everybody, There It Is
3. Round & Round
4. One Brings More
5. Soulprice
6. Red Raheem
7. Gateway Of The Sun
8. Sunday's Blind
9. Agenda
10. The Revolution's Come & Gone
11. North Ontario
12. The Masquerader
13. Cr-cr-crazy
14. Come On Now
15. Sunday's Blind Reprise
This begins with a kind of fucked up intro-theme.
This is the titular song!
Radiant heat is discussed.
This is a wrap for Pork
- dead musicians -
- Beatles at 14:00 -
Magic mushrooms jump started human civilization.
Medicinal cannabis is discussd.
Each song is mixed to its own vibe.
- more "Elvis Religion" talk -
The expanded Marvel Universe is discussed.
Brian loves Zappa.
Quote of the week at the end.
WESTWARD
In the bed next to me the man looks just like me
He said "My name is Angel White, boy, what is yours?"
"I'm Baby Blue" I said to him he squinted back at me again
And then he stood up walked away and closed the door
I'm standing in a mirrored hall I punch and kick at every wall
I fall my knuckles bloodied dripping to the ground
I look up and see Angel White just disappear into the night
There is a term for this if not then just a sound
When I'm standing tall I can't help but fall
When I'm on my knees I feel truly free
When I see Remote Control she would just offer me a bowl
And then she mesmerized explicitly at Dawn
As she came tome again she fluctuated slightly then
She misquoted all of the words I heard before
She populated like a breeze that had a different chain link sleeve
Of retributions paid and other ones that lost
As she split the sun in half She moved against the righteous path
And climbed down from the perch that never paid the cost
As I stood to see that it wasn't me
In that playful past of iconoclasts
The old man shuffled past me there his flask was metal facial hair
He had a jumpsuit on of rhinestones shining white
Never gave me wisdom once I didn't ask for other ones
But then I saw it as a lecture from respite
Did he really give a shit I didn't think he was legit
But then the world's a work and we're all fucking marks
The greatest con became the truth Falsified by the unclaimed youth
Of everyone it fades away into a spark
I'm so goddamned tired I'm so goddamn mired
Will it ever end probably not, my friend
When a man ain't got no home there's one thing left he's born to roam
But then again to run away's too aching sad
As a pilgrim from the rest who like to propagate the best
Of worst things everywhere there's money to be had
So I disappeared to see if when a people can't be free
That you can drown your sorrows just from passing through
Guess we'll never really know but it's sure fun to try to though
And if you don't agree I ain't got time for you
All my bullets gone shot through by this song
Westward let us roam make the road our home
Dave - guitar, vocals, harmonica
Brian - bass, engineering, mixing
Wil - drums
Ian - mastering
Tom Waits stops by.
Louis Armstrong stops by.
"It's like a sleep bed for the numbers but for Porky's bass drum."
"The heat is on."
- Smith Island Cake: the official cake of the great state of Maryland -
The fellas try to figure out the Mount Everest Motivation Meme.
The fellas discuss euthanasia.
The fellas discuss death in general and looking after old folk.
HOSPITAL BED
Hospital bed I thought I was dead
I'm living instead I rose from the dead
So let us break bread blue suede shoes now red
In my hospital bed
I question my life I question my time
I question existence I question this rhyme
I question the sun I question the son
In my hospital bed
Scripture number one be a hound dog son
Scripture number two sing and don't be cruel
Hospital bed the scriptures I've read
He rose from the dead and Elvis ain't dead
It's all in my head all in my head
In my hospital bed
The legions they come they rise with the sun
The army's begun a million and one
It's not in my head not in my head
In my hospital bed
Scripture number three love me tenderly
Scripture number 4 close my fucking door
"Porky wanted to record a practice."
- call back to Circle 9's "Love, Lois" -
"Our Space Jams are better than the Michael Jordan movie."
"That big riff is one of the happiest things ever."
"What's going down with his 'tirt?'"
"He needs to get right with himself."
"I always wanted to end this with him wandering the desert like KUNG FU."
"Vivaldi is a pretender to the throne.
"KG and I came out of the side hatch."
FOTC and Tenacious D are legit.
"A little less coherent"
"A giant little world"
SNIPER/FLOATING
Is he the one?
Baby Blue gun
Yes he's the one
Run
I don't belong here
You belong here
We belong here
Don't be long
Smooth sailing
Cool eeze
Breath failing
True freeze
Dave - guitars, vocals, mandolin, banjo
Brian - bass, engineering, mixing
Wil - drums
Ian - mastering
"It whimpers out into disarray."
"We faked it. It's show biz."
-Headupassitis-
Dave sings the discarded bridge from an earlier version of this song.
"The Hollywood lawyers behind uniting all the Marvel stuff are the real heroes."
"Capaldi has become so iconic as The Doctor."
Brian is still obsessed with poo flying out of the eyewash station.
-Daveardamis-
"You know? 'Cause I take the fun out of everything."
The fellas go through the outline for SPACESHIPS, GUNS, AND BOOBIES.
Damn pleased to meet me the pleasure is all yours
Ain't you glad to see me here I open spiritual doors
Nothing's prohibited
Do what you feel
Nothing's your fault
Illusion is real
Fund the triumvirate of Chingiss and Caesar and me
Give me retrofitted scriptures so they can make sense
Charge a fee from me to thee subsequent recompense
Shake your ass and clap your hands interenactually
Dig deep now, you fucking marks, and give it unto me
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Let us breed and multiply and fill this fucking earth
Let us gain control so we can say who can be birthed
Let us say what's wrong and right and kill those who oppose
Let us make up words like "good" and "evil" just like those
Dave - guitars and vocals
Brian, bass, engineering, mixing
Wil - drums
Ian- mastering
Dave's embarrassed by the song title.
Dave has found more old notes.
-cults-
I4H shout out (Earwolf Podcast Network)
Corridor Cast shout out
"I never wrote it down until Circle 9."
"I guess pantsless Thursdays got their start there."
"I don't know how to do this digital bullshit."
"The Sweet Swagger Band."
"The Jerky Bands"
"Gotta go!"
-Debauched sacrifices-
Icaris-ish buttmunch stereotypes
"She was that English girl and now she's dead."
"I'm barely awake."
Mount Rockmore Americans
"I've had no formal training so eat ass, bitch."
"White people lost in the city."
"Getting a bunch of weirdos to do what you want them to do."
Hey, groupie, with your cheap tattoos
Come cure this poor boy blues
It all comes naturally
So let yourself be free
We're all just lost to be
Tonight
Hey, groupie, writhing through the day
Conform with all we say
Give freedom to the beast
Let fractious souls unleash
A feeding without feast
Tonight
Hey, groupie, did you ever know
A question answered no?
A falcon flew at dusk
It smelled of seat and musk
It sang a song and busked
Tonight
Hey, groupie, what's this game?
Hey, groupie, what's this pain?
Teach it to the lost
Populated frost
Gone like other's moss
Tonight
Dave - guitars, vocals, harmonica, slide guitars
Brian, bass, engineering, mixing
Wil - drums
Ian -mastering
"Fucked up debauchery"
"I'm pretty good at taking the fun out of stuff."
"It was a dirty little space. It was nice."
- Extended Eutaw Street discussion -
- Extended Alt Country discussion -
"The Limpsticks"
"Songs need to slow down and speed up."
"The banjo's done with a pick in the Irish style."
The fellas talk about the notes in Dave's attic.
What constitutes a shuffle?
"It gives it more power in the spot."
We were travelling last night when
We pulled up to shining lights and
We talked about mysticism
We left early as is our whim
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We set sail the morning after
Had them hanging from the rafters\
Honestly there's something to this
Even though no one can prove this
We roll town to burg
Shouting Elvis' name and spreading his good word
We see all to those believe
Crash town like a wave then roll up stakes and leave
Truth be told the crowds they scare me
What if once they tried to dare me
I would say "It's faith just trust me."
Ain't no way these fools will bust me
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Dave - guitars, banjo, vocals
Brian - bass, engineering, mixing
Wil - drums
Elvis is still the omniscient narrator.
-The greatest cosmic joke
-All the old rock and roll stuff
*The Civil Rights Act was created in 1964.
*The miscegenation laws were still in effect in Baltimore, MD in 1966.
"Nia-TV"
Dave gets flummoxed at how Bian was unaware of "news"until the late 1990s.
"I'd rather listen to vomit hitting the ground than classic rock."
"Oysters as big as your hand"
Elvis is the savior and Elvis is the king
Elvis stopped the war and made us all break out and sing
Elvis made me see the light
Made me never want to fight
I am Elvis I am god
Join the flock and suck my rod
Elvis has risen
People, have you heard the news
It[s better than you could have dreamed
Elvis has come back to us and left the movie screen
Give him praise and me your funds
Elvis Presley's number one
I am Elvis I am god
Join the flock and suck my rod
Elvis has risen
Let me have the congregation jumping to its feet
Let me have 'em getting naked dancing in the streets
Elvis has me seen the light
Made us never want to fight
I am Elvis I mgod
Joun the flock and suck my rod
Elvis has risen
I am the Elvis
Goo goo ga joob
Dave - guitars and vocals
Brian - bass, engineering, mixing
Wil - drums
"A reaper crystal."
"You need to get that semen out of your ears."
Certain things, fuck it."
"And by the way fuck you."
Dave talks about an old screenplay he wrote called CUPID.
"...didn't have to look at fellas and their gross bodies and faces."
Tattooine is a good proxy for THE BIG OPERA world but with more cities and ruins.
Brian decides to talk about guns, abortion, and religion.
"You have to agree with everything."
Correction: "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost not "The Road Less Traveled."
Well I had a dream last night
All around me the party was raging
Elvis was our God
The sky was a dull shade of pagan
We sacrificed our lives
Dawn she showed the way in
So I had a dream last night
Ain't phony I ain't faking
A dull shade of pagan
The party was raging
Folks were engaging
The dull shade of pagan
So I figured I could spread the word
In a way that won't pay taxes
Religiousity
As long as the song relaxes
It's a new mythology
Pilfered from the old ones
Sold as if it's new
Gospel of the bold ones
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So I got it up andrunning
In a tent by The Rotting Sea
Spread the word of Elvis
All for a nominal feeRob them suckers blind
Preaching like a magma
Cause that break to bind
Not really going to scam you
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Dave - guitars and vocals
Brian - bass, engineering, mixing
Wil - drums