More Non-Filler! Girl vs. Death Squad

Things are humming along right now at Greasetruck Studios: I've upgraded my DAW software and my operating system-- Sonar Professional and Windows 8, respectively-- and I've replaced some essential equipment . . . both my digital/audio converter and my MIDI drum machine died in the span of a week, but fortunately this tragedy occurred in the general vicinity of my birthday (which gave me license to buy some stuff).

I'm doing something really weird and retro: working on a collection of songs that are vaguely related, both sonically and thematically . . . I think they used to call this an album (or, even worse, a double album . . . which is generally the kiss of death for a band; e.g. Guns N' Roses Use Your Illusion and Smashing Pumpkins Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness).

My goal is to record ten good songs, and insert a few musical monologues in between the main tracks (I love musical monologues). I've got an awesomely phenomenal new name for my project: Slouching Beast. Sounds cool, conveys the way I feel most days, and contains a literary allusion . . . so it covers all the bases.

If anyone wants to collaborate (Clarence . . . vocals? Rob . . . rubber whale? Teej . . . groupie?) head on up to Jersey. People from Jersey need not "head on up," you can just get on the Turnpike and "head on over."

Here is the first track-- it is inspired by all the Mexican drug cartel stuff I read last summer.





I met a girl, I really liked her.
Thought it was going somewhere.

But she was with the revolution.
I didn't know she cared.

So when the death squads came,
what could I do?

You would have done the same--
step in my shoes.

Call me a coward, call me a snitch--
but when the death squads come,
you'll be their bitch, too, 
yeah you.

I met a girl, I kind of liked her,
but she wasn't all that.

When times are tough
you've got to think quick.
You've got to learn to adapt.

So when the death squads come
what will you do?

Look out for number one, not number two.

Call me a coward, call me a snitch--
but when the death squads come
you'll be their bitch, too, 
yeah you.