Fuzzy Daupner were: Carrie Engdahl – Vocals, Guitar, Rob DiCaterino – Drums, Phil Mould – Bass

Note: The sound quality is pretty bad at the start of the recording, but it gets better after the first song, so stick with it!

Set 1: Monster Now, Pregnant Skateboard, Ten Minutes Cat, Only Saw Trucks, Eight Days A Week (cover), Ridiculous Fortune, Little Fan, Dirt Bike Fun, Take A Nap, Possible Calhoun

Set 2: Video Niflheim, Pent Breeze, Crazy Plonto, Sliding Gardens, Walk Like An Egyptian (cover), Deluge of Primacy, Dear Anyone, Sign of the Malls, The Us Hounds, The Filmography of Ann B. Davis

Encore: Built-In Bookshelves, The Mexican Hovercraft, Cup of Joe, Transit Shivers

(More info and lyrics can he found here.)

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Three Fuzzy Daupner shows at Tierney’s Tavern in Montclair, NJ in April 2001 (plus some random field recordings). The first two are on open mic nights, and the third is the “big show”.

I: Birds

II: Tuesday, April 10, 2001 – Open mic at Tierney’s
Setlist: The Mexican Hovercraft, Weird Highway, Sliding Gardens

III: Tuesday, April 17, 2001 – Open mic at Tierney’s
Setlist: Pregnant Skateboard, Material Girl (cover), Pent Breeze

IV: Subway Sounds

V: Thursday, April 19, 2001 – The Big Show at Tierney’s – Soundcheck
Featuring conversations with a number of people.
Setlist: The Christians And The Pagans (cover), Walk Like An Egyptian (cover), These Boots Were Made For Walking (cover), Hungry Like The Wolf (cover)

VI: Thursday, April 19, 2001 – The Big Show at Tierney’s – Set 1
Setlist: The Mexican Hovercraft, Sliding Gardens, Only Saw Trucks, Transit Shivers, Hit Me With Your Best Shot (cover), Some In The Woods, Take A Nap, Pregnant Skateboard, 99 Red Balloons (cover), Deluge Of Primacy, Video Niflheim, Weird Highway, Kids In America / Territorial Pissings (cover), Coping Saw Sunset Roads, The Us Hounds

VII: Thursday, April 19, 2001 – The Big Show at Tierney’s – Set 2
Setlist: Possible Calhoun, Material Girl (cover), Christian Rock, Ten Minutes Cat, Crazy Plonto, Hungry Like The Wolf (cover), The Brown And Blue, The Armixhony Of Conrad, Sign Of The Malls, Pent Breeze, Monster Now, Dancing With Myself (cover), Dear Anyone, Cup Of Joe, The Filmography Of Ann B. Davis

(Lyrics for all the original songs can he found here.)

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Fuzzy Daupner began in 1998 when Carrie Engdahl began collaborating with her sister Denice and Denice’s husband Frank on creating songs. Awhile later, they joined forces with Rob DiCaterino on drums and formed the band Fuzzy Daupner. The final member, Phil Mould on bass, joined a little later.

They produced two home-recorded, Internet-distributed albums, and played many shows around New Jersey and NYC. But they never got signed and they broke up in November 2001.

As you will hear, there is something rather unique about these 32 songs. This audio release will hopefully help in keeping the songs alive – it is intended as a reference source for the songs.

FUZZY DAUPNER

Carrie Engdahl – Vocals, Guitar
Rob DiCaterino – Drums
Phil Mould – Bass

Denice Nora – Creative Direction
Frank Edward Nora – Creative Direction

All 32 songs are the original creations of the members of Fuzzy Daupner. (Specific songwriting credits are not included in this post, but are available elsewhere.)

These 32 songs may be available as indivudal tracks in the future.

Song List (in alphabetical order, “split” for a better order):

Fuzzy Daupner
Little Fan
The Mexican Hovercraft
Monster Now
Only Saw Trucks
Pent Breeze
Possible Calhoun
Pregnant Skateboard
Ridiculous Fortune
Sign Of The Malls
Sliding Gardens
Some In The Woods
Take A Nap
Ten Minutes Cat
Transit Shivers
The Us Hounds
Video Niflheim
Weird Highway
The Armixhony Of Conrad
Back To Circles
The Brown And Blue
Built-in Bookshelves
Catamaran Walker
Christian Rock
Coping Saw Sunset Roads
Crazy Plonto
Cup Of Joe
Dear Anyone
Deluge Of Primacy
Dirt Bike Fun
Fear Number One
The Filmography Of Ann B. Davis

Lyrics after the jump…

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ALL THE LYRICS…
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FUZZY DAUPNER
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You were there in that college
And you like this god Frey
You were there in that college
And you like this god Loki

You said this was all you were waiting for
I gave you my heart, I told you my soul

You were there in that college
And you like this god Frey
You were there in that college
And you like this god Loki

I gave you everything that I possibly could
But you just stood there with your hands wide open
I guess I should have expected that you would

You were there in that college
And you like this god Frey
You were there in that college
And you like this god Loki

What about what I want?
Were you ever gonna give me that?

So, if I gave you what you wanted
Would you really be happy?
And if I gave you what you wanted
Would I have been loved?

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LITTLE FAN
———-
I’m a pretty cool chick
I like to laugh, I’m not too serious
maybe just a little mysterious
doesn’t that make you curious

I’m a pretty cool chick
I’ve got my own dot com
I play guitar, I write you songs
I even have my own car
I’ll let you take it for a ride

Let me make you feel like a man
you don’t gotta be my biggest fan
I could do so many things to you
and you could say you’re with the band
you could say you’re with the band

My candle’s not lit
hot wax could be naughty
when I use my voice like this
I’ll see you in the morning, little fan

Let me make you feel like a man
you don’t gotta be my biggest fan
I could do so many things to you
and you could say you’re with the band
you could say you’re with the band

I’m a pretty cool chick
I like to laugh, I’m not too serious
maybe just a little mysterious
doesn’t that make you curious
doesn’t that make you curious
doesn’t that make you curious

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THE MEXICAN HOVERCRAFT
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Montana Kentucky Bermuda Maine
Hovercraft race and the dreamer Lorraine
Won the Mexican Hovercraft in a backgammon game
The first to Bar Harbor wins a trip into space

And the Mexican Hovercraft is ready for speed
Shields and Yarnell and J. Appleseed
The heck with nostalgia there can be a new dawning
Lorraine at the wheel is still sneering and yawning

Give it sweet attention
An incense on interstate rain
Give it sweet attention
Appomatox is buzzing again

Give it sweet attention
An incense on interstate rain
Give it sweet attention
Appomatox is buzzing again

October train stations as dark as can be
Thoughts from Cape May are numbingly clean
Racing stripes in an autumn scheme
Bolt Wintercindie and the Laser Bee

Kentucky is chill and the contest is fading
The Lippizan Stallions are ready for mating
The Halma Club geeks are bitter and jaded
Lorraine hits the brakes with a pepper elation

Give it sweet attention
An incense on interstate rain
Give it sweet attention
Appomatox is buzzing again

Give it sweet attention
An incense on interstate rain
Give it sweet attention
Appomatox is buzzing again

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MONSTER NOW
———–

So how you been my crazy monster head?
Are you lonely?
I know I haven’t been myself,
I thought I was OK on my own,
But sometimes you just need your
Crazy monster
Sometimes you just need your monster

Somethings very very very wrong
You’re my Easter
And someday this will get easier

Look at the sky
And say good-bye
Feelings don’t last
Licorice goes bad
And children sometimes cry and

Somethings very very very wrong
You’re my Easter
And someday this will get easier

“Have another cigarette,”
I say to myself
What else is there to do?
I convince my monster

Somethings very very very wrong
You’re my Easter
And someday this will get easier

So how you been my crazy monster head?
Are you lonely?
I know I haven’t been myself
I thought I was okay on my own,
But sometimes you just need your
Crazy monster
Sometimes you just need your monster
Sometimes I just need my monster
Sometimes you just need your monster
Sometimes I just need my monster

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ONLY SAW TRUCKS
—————

The slower the warning here is building
And a slow travel down weird sideways
No fortress here nothing
Otherside and faraway something

Dreaming by the hotel check-in
He should be here any second
A glance and a look
I’m waiting for a car
But I only saw trucks
I only saw trucks

Detours to a row of vending machines
Hearing their voices trying to make my choices
Next time I’ll wear long sleeves

Dreaming by the hotel check-in
He should be here any second
A glance and a look
I’m waiting for a car
But i only saw trucks
I mantra slam all

My dreaming has changed to wondering
Many seconds have gone by
Pulling into my face with a smile
He has arrived and I told him that I was

Dreaming by the hotel check-in
Knowing you’d be here any second
Looking for your car but I only saw trucks
I only saw trucks

No wind no warning the desert is beat
Hopefully he’ll be back quick
Standing alone near a red rock plateau
The air is downy like thunder
In my pocket no keys or money
Just dice and fax and phone numbers
Wrench and bolt 3 2 1 contact
One way is loosen one way is damn tighten

Baby I wanna get moving
But I only saw trucks
Baby I wanna get moving
But I only saw trucks
I only saw trucks

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PENT BREEZE
———–

Funnier and comfier, responsive and sane
Looping in imperfection space
Aukwise vinegars we’re tinting slake
Terrarium daycare and the random sleep

You could be mine
In the early 90s
I’ll find the time

You could be mine
In the early 90s
I’ll find the time

Yo shrinkwrapped CD open it up
Climaxing and flaxen
A falconer attention
A Fallingwater affection
Change…
Rebel yanking my braid
Snarled stress gets unmade
A spy store gets rearranged
The days…
Are getting colder

Pent Breeze
Information please
I can’t go to Europe right now

Pent Breeze
Maybe space is east
Garage sale signs are old

PentBreeze
Information please
I can’t go to Europe right now

Pent Breeze
Maybe space is east
Garage sale signs are old

Frivolarctango’s the focus pretty motorhome
Millheel Chamille’s the focus pretty van
It’s okay to fantasize
In an unbuilt building night
All mimsy were the slot machines
Cheap maple syrup is cheap

Yo shrinkwrapped CD open it up
Climaxing and flaxen
A falconer attention
A Fallingwater affection
Change…
Rebel yanking my braid
Snarled stress gets unmade
A spy store gets rearranged
The days…
Are getting colder

Pent Breeze
The flowers breathe
Concepts are so lame

Pent Breeze
The charming sleaze
Lantern bleak and westerly

Pent Breeze
The flowers breathe
Concepts are so lame

Pent Breeze
The charming sleaze
Lantern bleak and westerly

She said this, birds are cool
She said this, birds are cool
She said this, birds are cool

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POSSIBLE CALHOUN
—————-

Well here’s the van, hop on in
There’s still some fun in the world, y’know
So come along my friend

It’s the time of day to open your mind
In other words it’s anytime of the night or day

Don’t believe in a starlight squeeze
Don’t be the realistic one, oh jeez
Feel the morning slapping your frown
For a number of hours to come
We’ll be hanging around
And singing around and playing around
And horsing and horsing
Around and around and around and AROUND

It’s a wildering drifted gown
Licking freshly minted weeks
Oh…
Licking freshly minted weeks

Via va va vo and
Via va va vay
Toll plaza dragonflies
Wake up uh get up uh
Possible Calhoun

Via va va vo and
Via va va vay
Toll plaza dragonflies
Wake up uh get up uh
Possible Calhoun

Well hello space camp stepsister
Have you had that smile on long
Say you oughtta might honey feel the night
It’s got a raven’s nest and hero’s hall

It’s a wildering drifted gown
Licking freshly minted weeks
Oh…
Licking freshly minted weeks

So let’s go now my
Happy sleepy amigos
So let’s go now my
Happy sleepy amigos
So let’s go now my
Happy sleepy amigos

There’s more of all this revelry
It will not go sour
Don’t be a drag with all of your counting the hours
Let us love a fair time of slush in the flowers

Via va va vo and
Via va va vay
Toll plaza dragonflies
Wake up uh get up uh
Possible Calhoun

Via va va vo and
Via va va vay
Toll plaza dragonflies
Wake up uh get up uh
Possible Calhoun

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PREGNANT SKATEBOARD
——————-

Car wash canals clearly doesn’t make sense,
But smiles live with me behind that fence
Chocolate and vanilla are quite complimentary
You and I seem so contradictory
Picture perfect places only exist in pictures
And nothing is guaranteed as a permanent fixture

You and me, maybe not
Just a thought, that’s all I’ve got
You and me, maybe not
Just a thought, that’s all I’ve got

In the cards and on the dice,
Take your chance, it might be nice
Waiting for nothing and playing the game
Waiting for you is just the same as
Waiting for nothing and playing the game

You and me, maybe not
Just a thought, that’s all Ive got
You and me, maybe not
Just a thought, that’s all I’ve got

I’m okay with you here,
Acting silly, shimmering smiles
Looking like lavender after a while,
But you better bet both hands now mister
‘Cause flounders are flying faster that you can

You and me, maybe not
Just a thought, that’s all I’ve got
You and me, maybe not
Just a thought, that’s all I’ve got

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RIDICULOUS FORTUNE
——————

Sunflower Slow Drag 2
Lingerie in a suitcase in ice
A little mandolin gesture
Of a primitive pinball spice

I have agreed
Perhaps stupidly
To embark on a Hyper Mission

Out of a phase
The fading telecast age
With the in-flight dungeon games
In the flickety flames

I have agreed
I have agreed

Ridiculous Fortune
Savage FFM
Ocelot vibe
Bad Scoville in again

Out of a phase
The fading telecast age
With the in-flight dungeon games
In the flickety flames

I have agreed
I have agreed

This fiery Spring is a
Fine and naughty daydream
And strife is for erasing with
Skinny dipping into things amazing

I have agreed
Perhaps stupidly
To embark on a Hyper Mission

Out of a phase
Out of a phase

Savage Far Field Monitor
Forgotten windshear friend
Lulling me the ramping lyre
Telecasting as the tundra falls
Away… Away… Away…

Ridiculous Fortune
Savage FFM
Ocelot vibe
Bad Scoville in again

I have agreed
Out of a phase

I have agreed
Out of a phase

I have agreed
Out of a phase

Sunflower Slow Drag 2

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SIGN OF THE MALLS
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At a loser’s house she sought the sign of the malls
People are insane towards her
What do you want

At a loser’s house she sought the sign of the malls
People are insane towards her
What do you want

Sign of the malls
Going where I want to go
It’s not a song for the insane people to sing

Sign of the malls
Going where I want to go
It’s not a song for the insane people to sing

At the new york mercantile exchange
Lightning teen walk
What do you want

At the new york mercantile exchange
Lightning teen walk
What do you want

Sign of the malls
Going where I want to go
It’s not a song for the insane people to sing

Sign of the malls
Going where I want to go
It’s not a song for the insane people to sing

Do not keep throwing oranges at me
It’s not what I want
So unlock the storm

—

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SLIDING GARDENS
—————

And can I say we are
Crazy crossing a rocky stream
Kissing hills and air and dreams
Coltishly beaucoup in our mysteries

Bathing cool in a stimulating rio
Tiki and arctic phase at nanticoko
Singing folk space rock at the top of our lungs
Winding down in the wow fluff of the treetops

We can walk together
Under the moon or whatever
And our nasty predawn jive
Will even make the scorpions cry

We can walk together
Under the moon or whatever
And our nasty predawn jive
Will even make the scorpions cry

Humpback dude with jackdaw steed
Whale and bird on a new kind of trip
Motors and lights and audio delights
Rubber bands are pumping energy

The treasure of me is stalking away
At the whining dusk of day
Your mental aggression craft is called
Attack-type dog

We can walk together
Under the moon or whatever
And our nasty predawn jive
Will even make the scorpions cry

We can walk together
Under the moon or whatever
And our nasty predawn jive
Will even make the scorpions cry

Above the primly introspective waste
The Rover is the tune
As we skydive in new wave ruins
She make weird animal dolls

Pogs were not a lasting trend
The new age it just came and went
The humans we’re all stuck in are
The leftovers of an obvious recall

We can walk together
Under the moon or whatever
And our nasty predawn jive
Will even make the scorpions cry

We can walk together
Under the moon or whatever
And our nasty predawn jive
Will even make the scorpions cry

—

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SOME IN THE WOODS
—————–

Though it wouldn’t compute today
There were some in the woods
Detergent like misty May go away
Sunglasses like that she’s no bank employee

The airport one of the grasslands
Has a nuclear weapon
There’s a reptile that’s almost here
And on carpet he ain’t steppin’

Seen the white phosphorus braids
Of the jingle bell maker of the breeze
Erotically wasted
On the leaves of hidden trees

There’s an elevator on the train
Of windmill and waterwheel
Saw a dryad with anthracite
Cuckoo clock’s cold, gotta heat that steel

Bold and bright and savage hammer
From a field of silly flowers
Dark artwork of a corporation
Snowy and ruined, my night hours

Seen the white phosphorus braids
Of the jingle bell maker of the breeze
Erotically wasted
On the leaves of hidden trees

Though it wouldn’t compute today
There were some in the woods
Detergent like misty May go away
Sunglasses like that she’s no park ranger

The airport one of the grasslands
Has a nuclear weapon
There’s a reptile that’s almost here
And he’s got my full attention

The grizzlycorn with the copper horn
In the light of digital clocks was born
Jesse and Sasha wore their outfits torn
And those in the woods, they hit their foghorn

Yes those in the woods, they hit their foghorn
Yes those in the woods, they hit their foghorn
Yes those in the woods, they hit their foghorn

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TAKE A NAP
———-

When this happens I feel trapped
When this happens I feel trapped
I need to run away to a place I can relax
‘Cause when this happens
I feel trapped
I need a nap

When this happens I take a nap
When this happens I take a nap
Wrap me in a blanket
and throw me in the sack
‘Cause when all this stuff happens
I take a nap
I feel trapped

James K. Polk and his hamster Zack
Are playing out in the back
When this stuff happens I take a nap
When that happens I take a nap
When that happens I take a nap  <<<CHANGE line added
I feel trapped
I’m on attack

Let me shut off
with my pillow nice and soft
‘Cause when all this stuff happens
I take a nap
When this happens I take a nap
I feel trapped
I feel trapped

I’m too big for daddy’s lap
these days he just gives me a pat
so these days stuff happens
I take a nap
When that happens I take a nap
When this happens I take a nap
I feel trapped
I’m on attack

Don’t wake me up
or I’ll give you a whack

If that happened I’d take a nap

If you don’t let me nap
I’ll be on a Feral Kid attack

If that happened I’d take a nap
I’d play with Zack

When I wake from my nap
I can then deal with the crap
but when all this stuff happens
In Carbonite I’m trapped
I need a nap

Can I fathom this darkling drape?

Can I fathom this darkling drape?

Can I fathom this darkling drape?

I take a nap.

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TEN MINUTES CAT
—————

I always forget to water my plants
New clothes make me dance
I always forget to tell you how I feel

Always waiting for that second chance
Look at me with that long time glane
So I’m sure that you feel the same

Ten minutes cat, you better call
Ten minutes cat, until I fall
You’ve got ten minutes cat, that’s all

I can’t help feeling pissed
Why does no matter what this
Romance is such a game

Why do I leave it up to
Whether or not I feel blue
I don’t know what else to say or do

Ten minutes cat, I’m waiting no more
Ten minutes cat, this is such a chore
Ten minutes to call, that’s all

Ten minutes cat, you better call
Ten minutes cat, until I fall
You’ve got ten minutes cat, thats all.

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TRANSIT SHIVERS
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note: there are two versions of this song – the long version (below), and the short version, which is a subset of the long version
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A thousand years ago, I was so alone
I had three horses, Bob, Jake and Fred
I made my money by making bread
Those horses were my only friends
and you said I was weird cause, I talked to them,
but I knew, that you knew, that you loved me anyway

But, I was disruptive, I was untrusted, I was destructive with your heart
I was disruptive, I was untrusted, I was destructive with my heart
Transit shivers make me quiver
Transit shivers always make me quiver

Five hundred years ago, I was so alone
I had three plants, Daisy, Dead and Petal
I made my money by making metal
Those plants were my only friends
and you said I was crazy because, I talked to them,
but I knew, that you knew, that you loved me anyway

But, I was disruptive, I was untrusted, I was destructive with your heart
I was disruptive, I was untrusted, I was destructive with my heart
Transit shivers make me quiver
Transit shivers always make me quiver

One hundred years ago, I was so alone
I had three frogs, George, Blair, and Cope
I made my money by making soap
Those frogs were my only friends
and you said I was strange because, I talked to them
but I knew, that you knew, that you loved me anyway

But, I was disruptive, I was untrusted, I was destructive with your heart
I was disruptive, I was untrusted, I was destructive with my heart
Transit shivers make me quiver
Transit shivers always make me quiver

This year, I am so alone
I have three cuckoos, Mappy, Reese, and Kitty
I make my money by making old woman pretty
These cuckoos are my only friends
and you think I’m insane because, I talk to them
but I know, that you know, that you love me anyway

I’ll try not being so disruptive, or untrusted, or destructive with your heart
So disruptive, or untrusted, or destructive with my heart
Transit shivers make me quiver
Transit shivers always make me quiver
And maybe someday I won’t be so alone, so solo, so solo

—

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THE US HOUNDS
————-

Us Hound Control, to The Us Hounds below
All aboard for action, we’re ready to go!

Welcome to the new world of passenger trains
Choo choo to gardens and plains,
yellow volcanoes in the rain
Their goal is no more than to entertain
Yet if passengers are threatened,
they will intervene

All that youth in media culture
Is daydream fodder for grandfathers and fathers
Claws named youth and visual jazz
The Weather Channel frail honchos

All that youth in media culture
Is daydream fodder for grandfathers and fathers
Claws named youth and visual jazz
The Weather Channel frail honchos

Welcome to the new world of passenger trains
Choo choo to gardens and plains,
yellow volcanoes in the rain
Their goal is no more than to entertain
Yet if passengers are threatened,
they will intervene

Myra’s on the synthesizer, in The Us Hounds
Enter the milieu, if you please, of The Us Hounds
Hildebad is on electric guitar, and Harla is on acoustic
Trace is on the bass guitar, and Bruckner plays the drums
They’re rocking out on the rails of the world, The Us Hounds!

We are awfully proud of spring
And then again
Awfully bored of prance
And then again
Awfully proud of spring
And then again
Awfully bored of prance
And then again

All that youth in media culture
Is daydream fodder for grandfathers and fathers
Claws named youth and visual jazz
The Weather Channel frail honchos

All that youth in media culture
Is daydream fodder for grandfathers and fathers
Claws named youth and visual jazz
The Weather Channel frail honchos

—

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VIDEO NIFLHEIM
————–

Phobos inside
Sucking face with
Pine needles and power lines

Phobos inside
Sucking face with
Pine needles and power lines

Phobos inside
Sucking face with
Pine needles and power lines

Phobos inside
Sucking face with
Pine needles and power lines

Horny and disorganized and
You and Jesus need a defrost fee
Whichever my song seeks to see
Sipping the strategy rocker teas

Horny and disorganized and
You and Jesus need a defrost fee
Whichever my song seeks to see
Sipping the strategy rocker teas

Phobos inside
Sucking face with
Pine needles and power lines

Phobos inside
Sucking face with
Pine needles and power lines

Summermall Santa
Shake off the pointless tension
Straw hat office cooler collossus
Natural flintlock midnight grass

Summermall Santa
Shake off the pointless tension
Straw hat office cooler collossus
Natural flintlock midnight grass

Parallela Parka Kids
on Video Niflheim
The simple pleasures lack
major impact

Parallela Parka Kids
on Video Niflheim
The simple pleasures lack
major impact

Parallela Parka Kids
on Video Niflheim
The simple pleasures lack
major impact

Parallela Parka Kids
on Video Niflheim
The simple pleasures lack
major impact

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WEIRD HIGHWAY
————-

I can’t say this song is called dial
Get telepathic with gecko and skink for awhile
Steel wool crossfire is grand
a thousand years old, drawn on a goddess’s hand

The subject of a company of dust
Dance rants laugh
On the Nordenskjold Line of my mind
Imbibing the stripes of industrial signs

Apartment pepper December fire coze
Clash of blasted slack with sudden pose
Like lemonglass walls of fulsome of those
Total envy as Tixe–a is the one I chose

Cruisin’ down a weird highway
on a Himalayan kitten’s couch
Truckin’ the dance of flying thru windows
is the only thing that counts

That Barchetta isn’t red
It’s gunmetal gray instead
Stumbling down Mediocre Lane
Some hatters are still sane

Cruisin’ down a weird highway
on a Himalayan kitten’s couch
Truckin’ the dance of flying thru windows
is the only thing that counts

—

———————–
THE ARMIXHONY OF CONRAD
———————–

And took an immediate liking to this type of percussion
Wearing denim from head to toe
He doesn’t know who to like
And he doesn’t know where to stand

The Armixhony of Conrad
Another Universe Southland
The Delicious Potential of Spencer
Honk Towers is the town where he met her

Of startings over, hello
Dollhouse checkerboards in the black & tan
He’s in the air, And her name is Flare
And they are going over there

Well it’s official, it’s night
And it’s officially wet
As jesters from head to toe
The new games fresh in the memory

The Armixhony of Conrad
Another Universe Southland
The Delicious Potential of Spencer
Honk Towers is the town where he met her

When summer plant feathers flock in air
Spencer’s a rock-climbing marketing hack
She puts in glass fragile artifacts
From semi-fictional mad shipwrecks
Flare’s not gonna deal like that
Conrad’s in the Indian paddywhack

—

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BACK TO CIRCLES
—————

Love is all around me
Just not in me
Sometimes I’m wrapped in plastic it seems
Someone else’s shoes is more appealing to me

Maybe if I just start spinning

Circles
Everything leads
Back to circles
Back to circles
Back to circles

Sometimes I try to speak
But I choke
Sometimes I laugh
When there’s no joke
Now you see me
Now you don’t
Sometimes I would
Most times I won’t

Maybe if I just start spinning

Circles
Everything leads
Back to circles
Back to circles
Back to circles

Love is all around me
Just not in me
I’m wrapped in plastic again today
Someone else’s shoes could help me run away

Maybe if I just start spinning

Circles
Everything leads
Back to circles
Back to circles
Back to circles

—

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THE BROWN AND BLUE
——————

Why do kids color lobsters red?
They’re only red when they’re dead
Why are these crustaceans dead?
‘Cause people with butter are waiting for them

Lobsters red
When they’re dead
Lobsters red
When they’re dead
And sometimes crabs are victims too
They should stay brown and blue

Lobsters red
When they’re dead
Lobsters red
When they’re dead
And sometimes crabs are victims too
They should stay brown and blue

Why do kids color lobsters red?

—

——————–
BUILT-IN BOOKSHELVES
——————–

Black old shoes
And a dusty knife
I supinely rose, late last night
I did not succeed, ’cause the moment you sneezed
You blew all my courage away

You always find something to ruin my plans
You always found some way to serif my sans
But it’s okay ’cause I’ve got…

Built-in bookshelves baby
Built-in bookshelves
Go get your reading glasses
‘Cause I wanna teach you a lesson
about me

I thought I was easy to read
I thought I made it easy for you to read
I gave you the bait, but I guess you never bit
Could you really be this illiterate?

Built-in bookshelves baby
Built-in bookshelves
Go get those grinded lenses
‘Cause I’m gonna teach you lesson
about me

I could’ve been the book you can’t put down
Your neverending story
But I finally found
These built-in bookshelves inside me
I finally found these built-in bookshelves
Right here, inside me

Lissomeness, a creek, this geometric peace
Came so close to crashing, clean by not touching you at all
In your rockness, you made… me… see…
The flowers and fireworks in me
In your rockness, you made me see
And I learned a lesson about me

—

—————-
CATAMARAN WALKER
—————-

How could you let it come to this?
How could you let this take place?

The woman above me holds herself together with aerosol cans
The mirror seems to be her best friend
And I think this may change my plans
Since I’m starting to learn how to bend

Let me be who I am meant to be
Let me see how I can actually be

The woman below me tries to act drunk
Because she feels somewhat invisible
And I try to fathom the reason
But it’s really not so hard to see

Let me learn from other women’s mistakes
Let me learn so my heart will never break

The woman inside me is only a fantasy,
And the little girl that possesses me is only thinking about
Screaming and breaking free
The woman inside me is only a fantasy,
And the little girl that possesses me is only thinking
She’s only thinking

Let me learn from other women’s mistakes
Let me learn so my heart will never break

The person in the mirror is always a bit intrigued,
She is lonely, she is fearful, and not willing to receive
She imagines possibilities occuring from something only to realize
She still has nothing
So, she pretends to be okay and pretends to be alive, because she won’t be responsible for letting herself die
Is there a man out there who is able to fix this?
For some reason I doubt that he even exists

How could you let it come to this?
How could you let this take place?

Your time is up, it’s time to stand up and face this problem
That began long before you started to run,
Lost in space too far behind to ever catch up,
Losing my mind don’t tell me again to shut up,
‘Cause last time I listened and now look at me,
No really look…

Can you see me?…
Can you see me?

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CHRISTIAN ROCK
————–

Early in the concrete cement
Sheet metal whatever center
The seeping enterprise washing
I wish this snow was unrelenting

I bore a hole in the Nunavut springtime
My misery isn’t interesting at all

I bore a hole in the Nunavut springtime
My misery isn’t interesting at all

Overnight cable got the
Beanies and the Christian Rock
And all the puppets there
Are constructed outta socks

Overnight cable got the
Beanies and the Christian Rock
And all the puppets there
Are constructed outta socks

The they and the temperature level
Black trees, his antimatter sneeze
Selected slash of casino ash
Lass in the pedways of Halifax

I bore a hole in the Nunavut springtime
My misery isn’t interesting at all

I bore a hole in the Nunavut springtime
My misery isn’t interesting at all

Overnight cable got the
Beanies and the Christian Rock
And all the puppets there
Are constructed outta socks

Overnight cable got the
Beanies and the Christian Rock
And all the puppets there
Are constructed outta socks

I prepared all last night
To rip the waterfall to shreds
Deemrose Bonnie crossbow humid
Pedway ankh the breeze is in shock

I bore a hole in the Nunavut springtime
My misery isn’t interesting at all

I bore a hole in the Nunavut springtime
My misery isn’t interesting at all

Overnight cable got the
Beanies and the Christian Rock
And all the puppets there
Are constructed outta socks

Overnight cable got the
Beanies and the Christian Rock
And all the puppets there
Are constructed outta socks

Early in the sheetrock day
My chocolate factory is in no way
Hershey or Wonka but it’s quite okay
Its effect keeps my childhood erect

I bore a hole in the Nunavut springtime
My misery isn’t interesting at all

I bore a hole in the Nunavut springtime
My misery isn’t interesting at all

Overnight cable got the
Beanies and the Christian Rock
And all the puppets there
Are constructed outta socks

Overnight cable got the
Beanies and the Christian Rock
And all the puppets there
Are constructed outta socks

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———————–
COPING SAW SUNSET ROADS
———————–

Each morning I sleep in your family room
Sunshine in the raw clamps your terra cotta
Somewhat perfect I attend to marshes in dreams
And your cat is nice to me

Driving your truck to a home architecture place
My headband is giving out 65 messages
Tears on the yellow credit card receipt
And the scowls of dour teens aplenty

Searching the tippy tops of your many closets
Boardgames from the seventies often lurk there
And I brew that deep peppermint tea
Having missed 15 minutes of Quincy

I was not happy with your E-mail from the airport
I got a pile of magazines and a collage to create
I might walk in the night, some festivals are near
I have a cougar’s soul, that’s what I’ll tell myself

Each morning I sleep in your family room
Sunshine in the raw clamps your terra cotta
Somewhat perfect I attend to marshes in dreams
And your cat is nice to me

Driving your truck to a home architecture place
My headband is giving out 65 messages
Tears on the yellow credit card receipt
And the scowls of dour teens aplenty

Searching the tippy tops of your many closets
Boardgames from the seventies often lurk there
And I brew that deep peppermint tea
Having missed 15 minutes of Quincy

I was not happy with your E-mail from the airport
I got a pile of magazines and a collage to create
I might walk in the night, some festivals are near
I have a cougar’s soul, that’s what I’ll tell myself

I was not happy with your E-mail from the airport
So I’ll read my newsgroup and try to learn a song
So I can play for you, when you get home
I have a cougar’s soul, that’s what I’ll tell myself

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CRAZY PLONTO
————

Calling all you tricky nothingnessess
A Crazy Plonto clockiful morning is storming
Seekling goes to store, vases on her mind
Pawn of the Ago Quartz, Crazy Plonto, Episode 5

Wanting the clop clop antique
Baby, as baby hawks are near
Three stupid things we got in here
Nostalgia, karate, and a sponge

Yeah Vulcan, that is me
Young, outcast, yeah I failed
Forging away, forming facades
Yeah I failed, yeah so now what?

Superscience needed, she loves muddy bay
Polluting the minds with ballet
Art in museum, doesn’t mean a thing
A cat god robot on film she likes to see

A freckle and a burn, side by side
I would think that skeeball’s your game
Pretty please play tetherball with me
Tonight you’re cool, you’re a fortieth century schoolgirl

Yeah Vulcan, that is me
Young, outcast, yeah I failed
Forging away, forming facades
Yeah I failed, yeah so now what?

Blue Jay Earth Phone
Bicentennial Quarter Maniac
Interthimble, erasing candles
Gaga Scirroco, I gather you’re fumbling

Don Jay Maxfield plays the role
Time travel action hero, it’s fantastic
She claims she’s gonna marry him someday
And be in a Crazy Plonto movie

Yeah Vulcan, that is me
Young, outcast, yeah I failed
Forging away, forming facades
Yeah I failed, yeah so now what?

Yeah Vulcan, that is me
Young, outcast, yeah I failed
Forging away, forming facades
Yeah I failed, yeah…
Let’s get outta here
Let’s get outta here…

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CUP OF JOE
———-

I’m kind of in the mood for a cup of joe
I’m kind of in the mood for a cup of joe
I’m feeling kinda scared and I don’t think it’s fair
I’m feeling kinda scared and I don’t think he cares

So, I’ll hold in my thoughts
And I’ll hold in my fears
Holden teach me how to be real

I’m kind of in the mood for a cup of joe
I’m kind of in the mood for a cup of joe

It’s sort of strange, but it’s classified as sane
It’s sort of strange, and I know he thinks the same

An uncommon friendship that’s lasted a few years
An uncommon friendship caused by my own fears

I’m kind of in the mood for a cup of joe
Kind of in the mood for a cup of joe
Kind of in the mood for a cup of joe

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DEAR ANYONE
———–

I think my heart needs a jump start
I feel the need, I feel the want, but i never learned how to flaunt
I’m a blessing in disguise, I promise you that
So come on, come on let me try on your hat

Dear Anyone, I’m lonely but I’m to blame
Dear Anyone, Show me my flame
Dear Anyone, you don’t know how lucky you could be
Dear Anyone, I dare you to set me free

Dear Anyone, I’m lonely but I’m to blame
Dear Anyone, I’m begging show me my flame
Dear Anyone, you don’t know how lucky you would be
Dear Anyone, I dare you to set me free

I think my heart needs a jump start
I feel the need, I feel the want, but i never learned how to flaunt
I’m a blessing in disguise, I promise you that
So, come on, come on, let me try on your hat

Dear Anyone, I’m lonely buy I’m to blame
Dear Anyone, I want a better flame
Dear Anyone, you don’t know how lucky you would be
Dear Anyone, I dare you to set me free

—

—————–
DELUGE OF PRIMACY
—————–

Eight o’clock to sound in a peal
Her brunette crown through the window
A darkling intersection in between his things
Unfirm and awesome
She felt his eyes on her
Unfirm and awesome
She felt his eyes on her

A night in the city
Washington Square Park
Commencing on church steps in the dark
Still there and it’s morning
Something keeping them awake
Unfirm and awesome
She felt his eyes on her
Unfirm and awesome
She felt his eyes on her

True Lies it’s a snow cone maker
Syd Barrett sing Late Night
Deluge of Primacy dripping wax
She was still amazed
He continued to gaze
Unfirm and awesome
She felt his eyes on her
Unfirm and awesome
She felt his eyes on her

He only has eyes for her
He only has eyes for her

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DIRT BIKE FUN
——————-

Dirtbike fun revolaxation
Dirtbike fun revolaxation
Dirtbike fun revolaxation
Dirtbike fun revolaxation

Dawdling as madly as
the safety swing hummingbird
19 and 17 and
13 and 11 are
indivisible like us and our friends

Your free will is set against
a clockworking majesty
To thrash around uselessly
and following most of the rules

Calming the nerves of everyone
Surfing fun revolaxation
Hello keel your wanting need
Your handlers are a rational breed

Drowsy as elklike as
the jester virgin spy
7 and 5 and
3 and 2 are
indivisible like us and our friends

Kids can talk about freedom
and it’s real in an inside way
Chico Marx has the vital spark
If you like the chains, they’ll give you more

Calming the nerves of everyone
Dirtbike fun revolaxation
Hello keel your wanting need
Your handlers are a damnable weed

Surfing fun revolaxation
Surfing fun revolaxation
Surfing fun revolaxation
Surfing fun revolaxation

—

—————
FEAR NUMBER ONE
—————

If I told you a story would you want to hear the end?
‘Cause it’s kinda long and it’s awfully stupid
So just let me begin

It started on Michael’s porch in 1984
He stuck his tongue in my mouth and I fell to the floor

He said we were playing make-believe
But pretending was never that real
And since that day, I’ve been afraid
Of the real thing
I’m afraid of the real thing
I’m afraid of the real thing
I’m afraid of the real thing

His mom saw us and she called to tell mine
My mom stood there in the kitchen and asked what’s on my mind
And I said nothing
I said nothing
I said nothing
I said nothing

She asked if what she heard was true
I didn’t know what to say
I wanted to tell the truth
That Michael made me play
But I said nothing
I said nothing
and I lied
and I lied

And I’m not sure why, I let this control my mind
And I’m not sure how I became such a coward

I’m not sure why, I let this control my mind
I’m not sure how, it made me such a coward
I’m such a coward
I’m such a coward
I’m such a coward
I’m such a coward

And you loved to climb my tree
And you loved to watch me pee
Always asking how it works
How am I supposed know?
I’m only seven years old
How could you expect me know?
I’m only seven years old
Seven years old

And I’m not sure if that’s the reason
But it keeps my wonder sane
And maybe if this didn’t happen
I’d still turn out the same
Afraid of the real thing
I’m afraid of the real thing
I’m afraid of the real thing
I’m afraid of the real thing

And I wonder what would happen if the real thing came my way
What kind of excuses could I think of to say
Maybe I’d start to sing to help you understand
That I really don’t want to leave it’s just the way I am
Afraid of the real thing
I’m afraid of the real thing
I’m afraid of the real thing
I’m afraid of the real thing

—

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THE FILMOGRAPHY OF ANN B. DAVIS
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Boring books that other people read
About adults and their infidelities
And travelling to romantic places
These readers are wanting of sleeves with aces

Paper plates with the cartoon stars of the day
Inelegant remains of some kind of ice cream cake
As relatives are lazing the tension is phasing
And phone calls at night’s-end are hoped to be pleasing

Loving life can take more juice
Than the air conditioning at a mall
Rows and columns of bitches from college
Her place in the scheme of things is just idiotic

Loving life can take more juice
Than the air conditioning at a mall
Rows and columns of bitches from college
Her place in the scheme of things is just idiotic

As lame as a fast food no-left-turn sign
Dirty fingers that prod in the produce lane
Pirates adored as the dudes of pop culture
Real ones caused misery and torture

This place is construction zones and shoe store blues
The mentally scrambled at facade-craft are ample
The toys of the ’80s are ready and waiting
Sweaty clothes are stripped and the shower is dreaming

Loving life can take more juice
Than the air conditioning at a mall
Rows and columns of bitches from college
Her place in the scheme of things is just idiotic

Loving life can take more juice
Than the air conditioning at a mall
Rows and columns of bitches from college
Her place in the scheme of things is just idiotic

This place has crap from the past that better not last
The razor wire friends that talk empty and fresh
Loving life is a rock guitar haunting
The mall is so cold that I gotta keep running

Rows and columns of bitches from college
Rows and columns of bitches from college
Rows and columns of bitches from college
Her place in the scheme of things is changing just slightly

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The band: Carrie Engdahl (carrieengdahl.com) – vocals, guitar. Rob DiCaterino (paunchstevenson.com) – drums. Phil Mould (myspace.com/mouldyphil) – bass guitar. Sam Romero – special guest star on electric guitar.
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Other performers: Sean Carey (myspace.com/seancarey), Justin Fuchs (myspace.com/theroadzombies), Matt Cheplic (myspace.com/mattcheplic), Josh Kates, Pete the Mandolin Player (myspace.com/mandopietro).
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License for this track: Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/). Attribution: by Frank Edward Nora – more info at onsug.com

01-07 song: Sliding Gardens (by Fuzzy Daupner, 2001) (4:56)
Day 1 (Dec 2007) – Track 07 – 1:43 AM (1:43:37)

A song about a future world by Fuzzy Daupner, a band from Belleville, NJ that existed from 1998 to 2001.

(full description below, and in lyrics tag of MP3 file)

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01-07 song: Sliding Gardens (by Fuzzy Daupner, 2001) (4:56)
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A song about a future world by Fuzzy Daupner, a band from Belleville, NJ that existed from 1998 to 2001.
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Day 1 (Dec 2007) – Track 07 – 1:43 AM (1:43:37)
The Overnightscape Underground (onsug.com) – “An audio world to discover and explore.”
Created by Frank Edward Nora (frank@theovernightscape.com) in New Jersey, USA
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Credits: Carrie Engdahl: Music, Vocals, Acoustic Guitar. Rob DiCaterino: Drums, Electric Guitar, Recording, Mixing. Phil Mould: Bass Guitar. Frank Edward Nora: Lyrics. Produced by Fuzzy Daupner (Carrie Engdahl, Rob DiCaterino, Phil Mould, Denice Nora, and Frank Edward Nora). From the album “Naked Exit Friend”, released March 2001.
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Lyrics:

And can I say we are
Crazy crossing a rocky stream
Kissing hills and air and dreams
Coltishly beaucoup in our mysteries

Bathing cool in a stimulating rio
Tiki and arctic phase at Nanticoko
Singing folk space rock at the top of our lungs
Winding down in the wow fluff of the treetops

We can walk together
Under the moon or whatever
And our nasty predawn jive
Will even make the scorpions cry

We can walk together
Under the moon or whatever
And our nasty predawn jive
Will even make the scorpions cry

Humpback dude with jackdaw steed
Whale and bird on a new kind of trip
Motors, lights and audio delights
Rubber bands are pumping energy

The treasure of me is stalking away
At the whining dusk of day
Your mental aggression craft is called
Attack-type dog

We can walk together
Under the moon or whatever
And our nasty predawn jive
Will even make the scorpions cry

We can walk together
Under the moon or whatever
And our nasty predawn jive
Will even make the scorpions cry

Above the primly introspective waste
The Rover is the tune
As we skydive in new wave ruins
She make weird animal dolls

Pogs were not a lasting trend
The new age it just came and went
The humans we’re all stuck in are
The leftovers of an obvious recall

We can walk together
Under the moon or whatever
And our nasty predawn jive
Will even make the scorpions cry

We can walk together
Under the moon or whatever
And our nasty predawn jive
Will even make the scorpions cry

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License for the audio contained in this file: Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/). Attribution: Song by Fuzzy Daupner, a band from Belleville, NJ that existed from 1998 to 2001. Credits: Carrie Engdahl: Music, Vocals, Acoustic Guitar. Rob DiCaterino: Drums, Electric Guitar, Recording, Mixing. Phil Mould: Bass Guitar. Frank Edward Nora: Lyrics. Produced by Fuzzy Daupner (Carrie Engdahl, Rob DiCaterino, Phil Mould, Denice Nora, and Frank Edward Nora). From the album “Naked Exit Friend”, released March 2001. More info at Frank’s website onsug.com
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License for The Overnightscape Underground text and graphics associated with this track (embedded in the MP3 file and on the website onsug.com): Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/). Attribution: Include this entire text description.
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The Overnightscape Underground is a companion project to The Overnightscape (theovernightscape.com), an Internet radio show hosted by Frank since March 2003.
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01-17 song: Christian Rock (by Fuzzy Daupner, 2000) (5:23)
Day 1 (Dec 2007) – Track 17 – 7:41 AM (7:41:11)

A song about Canada and late night cable TV by Fuzzy Daupner, a band from Belleville, NJ that existed from 1998 to 2001.

(full description below, and in lyrics tag of MP3 file)

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01-17 song: Christian Rock (by Fuzzy Daupner, 2000) (5:23)
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A song about Canada and late night cable TV by Fuzzy Daupner, a band from Belleville, NJ that existed from 1998 to 2001.
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Day 1 (Dec 2007) – Track 17 – 7:41 AM (7:41:11)
The Overnightscape Underground (onsug.com) – “An audio world to discover and explore.”
Created by Frank Edward Nora (frank@theovernightscape.com) in New Jersey, USA
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Credits: Carrie Engdahl: Music, Vocals, Acoustic Guitar. Rob DiCaterino: Electric Guitar, Bass Guitar, Drums, Arrangements, Recording, Mixing. Frank Edward Nora: Lyrics. Produced by Fuzzy Daupner (Carrie Engdahl, Rob DiCaterino, Denice Nora, and Frank Edward Nora). From the album “Modern Sapling”, released June 2000.
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Lyrics:

Early in the concrete cement
Sheet metal whatever center
The seeping enterprise washing
I wish this snow was unrelenting

I bore a hole in the Nunavut springtime
My misery isn’t interesting at all

I bore a hole in the Nunavut springtime
My misery isn’t interesting at all

Overnight cable got the
Beanies and the Christian Rock
And all the puppets there
Are constructed outta socks

Overnight cable got the
Beanies and the Christian Rock
And all the puppets there
Are constructed outta socks

The they and the temperature level
Black trees, his antimatter sneeze
Selected slash of casino ash
Lass in the pedways of Halifax

I bore a hole in the Nunavut springtime
My misery isn’t interesting at all

I bore a hole in the Nunavut springtime
My misery isn’t interesting at all

Overnight cable got the
Beanies and the Christian Rock
And all the puppets there
Are constructed outta socks

Overnight cable got the
Beanies and the Christian Rock
And all the puppets there
Are constructed outta socks

I prepared all last night
To rip the waterfall to shreds
Deemrose Bonnie crossbow humid
Pedway ankh the breeze is in shock

I bore a hole in the Nunavut springtime
My misery isn’t interesting at all

I bore a hole in the Nunavut springtime
My misery isn’t interesting at all

Overnight cable got the
Beanies and the Christian Rock
And all the puppets there
Are constructed outta socks

Overnight cable got the
Beanies and the Christian Rock
And all the puppets there
Are constructed outta socks

Early in the sheetrock day
My chocolate factory is in no way
Hershey or Wonka but it’s quite okay
Its effect keeps my childhood erect

I bore a hole in the Nunavut springtime
My misery isn’t interesting at all

I bore a hole in the Nunavut springtime
My misery isn’t interesting at all

Overnight cable got the
Beanies and the Christian Rock
And all the puppets there
Are constructed outta socks

Overnight cable got the
Beanies and the Christian Rock
And all the puppets there
Are constructed outta socks

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License for the audio contained in this file: Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/). Attribution: Song by Fuzzy Daupner, a band from Belleville, NJ that existed from 1998 to 2001. Credits: Carrie Engdahl: Music, Vocals, Acoustic Guitar. Rob DiCaterino: Electric Guitar, Bass Guitar, Drums, Arrangements, Recording, Mixing. Frank Edward Nora: Lyrics. Produced by Fuzzy Daupner (Carrie Engdahl, Rob DiCaterino, Denice Nora, and Frank Edward Nora). From the album “Modern Sapling”, released June 2000. More info at Frank’s website onsug.com
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License for The Overnightscape Underground text and graphics associated with this track (embedded in the MP3 file and on the website onsug.com): Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/). Attribution: Include this entire text description.
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(Note: If this file is downloaded as a podcast via iTunes, the filename and some ID3 tags will be changed. See above info for correct filename and ID3 tags.)
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The Overnightscape Underground is a companion project to The Overnightscape (theovernightscape.com), an Internet radio show hosted by Frank since March 2003.
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01-69 song: The Us Hounds (by Fuzzy Daupner, 2001) (4:38)
Day 1 (Dec 2007) – Track 69 – 11:38 PM (23:38:39)

A song about a cartoon band and youth in media culture by Fuzzy Daupner, a band from Belleville, NJ that existed from 1998 to 2001.

(full description below, and in lyrics tag of MP3 file)

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01-69 song: The Us Hounds (by Fuzzy Daupner, 2001) (4:38)
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A song about a cartoon band and youth in media culture by Fuzzy Daupner, a band from Belleville, NJ that existed from 1998 to 2001.
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Day 1 (Dec 2007) – Track 69 – 11:38 PM (23:38:39)
The Overnightscape Underground (onsug.com) – “An audio world to discover and explore.”
Created by Frank Edward Nora (frank@theovernightscape.com) in New Jersey, USA
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Credits: Carrie Engdahl: Music, Vocals, Acoustic Guitar. Rob DiCaterino: Drums, Electric Guitar, Recording, Mixing. Phil Mould: Bass Guitar. Frank Edward Nora: Lyrics. Produced by Fuzzy Daupner (Carrie Engdahl, Rob DiCaterino, Phil Mould, Denice Nora, and Frank Edward Nora). From the album “Naked Exit Friend”, released March 2001.
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Lyrics:

Us Hound Control, to The Us Hounds below
All aboard for action, we’re ready to go!

Welcome to the new world of passenger trains
Choo choo to gardens and plains
yellow volcanoes in the rain
Their goal is no more than to entertain
Yet if passengers are threatened
they will intervene

All that youth in media culture
Is daydream fodder for grandfathers and fathers
Claws named youth and visual jazz
The Weather Channel frail honchos

All that youth in media culture
Is daydream fodder for grandfathers and fathers
Claws named youth and visual jazz
The Weather Channel frail honchos

Welcome to the new world of passenger trains
Choo choo to gardens and plains
yellow volcanoes in the rain
Their goal is no more than to entertain
Yet if passengers are threatened
they will intervene

Myra’s on the synthesizer, in The Us Hounds
Enter the milieu, if you please, of The Us Hounds
Hildebad is on electric guitar, and Harla is on acoustic
Trace is on the bass guitar, and Bruckner plays the drums
They’re rocking out on the rails of the world, The Us Hounds!

We are awfully proud of spring
And then again
Awfully bored of prance
And then again
Awfully proud of spring
And then again
Awfully bored of prance
And then again

All that youth in media culture
Is daydream fodder for grandfathers and fathers
Claws named youth and visual jazz
The Weather Channel frail honchos

All that youth in media culture
Is daydream fodder for grandfathers and fathers
Claws named youth and visual jazz
The Weather Channel frail honchos

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License for the audio contained in this file: Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/). Attribution: Song by Fuzzy Daupner, a band from Belleville, NJ that existed from 1998 to 2001. Credits: Carrie Engdahl: Music, Vocals, Acoustic Guitar. Rob DiCaterino: Drums, Electric Guitar, Recording, Mixing. Phil Mould: Bass Guitar. Frank Edward Nora: Lyrics. Produced by Fuzzy Daupner (Carrie Engdahl, Rob DiCaterino, Phil Mould, Denice Nora, and Frank Edward Nora). From the album “Naked Exit Friend”, released March 2001. More info at Frank’s website onsug.com
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License for The Overnightscape Underground text and graphics associated with this track (embedded in the MP3 file and on the website onsug.com): Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/). Attribution: Include this entire text description.
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filename: onsug_day01_69_song_us_hnds.mp3 / 4.38 MB / 128 kbps / 44.1 kHz / Joint Stereo / ID3 v2.2 / name: 01-69 song: The Us Hounds (by Fuzzy Daupner, 2001) / artist: The Overnightscape Underground / album: Day 01 (Dec 2007) – onsug.com / year: 2001 / genre: New Time Radio / tags: overnightscape underground, onsug, overnightscape, ons, newtimeradio, new time radio, podcast, podcasting, internet talk radio, new jersey, new york city, nj, nyc
(Note: If this file is downloaded as a podcast via iTunes, the filename and some ID3 tags will be changed. See above info for correct filename and ID3 tags.)
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The Overnightscape Underground is a companion project to The Overnightscape (theovernightscape.com), an Internet radio show hosted by Frank since March 2003.
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