Squirrelier Than Earlier

Maybe it was a midlife crisis? I don't know, but I decided to write and record some new songs. When I composed this song, I knew it was the title track. Many of you may remember "The Squirrel Babies Wave Goodbye" and the many other sciuridae references throughout my songs.

I've been out of my tree
a couple of times
I lost a few nuts while trying to climb
I'll admit my tail is getting gray
but I'm squirrelier than earlier
and I won't go away
I ran across the road without injury
I've been chased by dogs
but they couldn't catch me
I've got a dozen babies
in a hollow log
I'm squirrelier than earlier
so read it on my blog
summer's almost gone I can tell
by the weather
some things mellow with age
while others get (better/bitter)
I feel at peace in my
heart and my brain
I'm squirrelier than earlier
(now back to the refrain...)
I'm squirrelier than earlier!
I'm squirrelier than earlier!

She was a Monster

Confession: I enjoyed being deliberately provocative. If you were a fan of Vladimir's Universe you probably knew that already. If something was subversive, kinky, twisted, or controversial it probably made it into a song. That's pretty cliche in 2013, but back in the 80s it was avant garde. At the same time I was romantic and sentimental, a puppy dog more than a wolf.

If this song was about a real woman, years of therapy have erased her from my mind. I was listening to blues at the time so I played with the theme "I got a woman..." and this is what happened.

Recorded in my bedroom with guitar and drum machine the version appearing on "This Machine Eats Bacon" originally showed up on my tape "Make Lunch, Not War".

I knew a girl who was possessed
and she wore a yellow dress
I knew a girl with glowing eyes
she gave me pain
she told me lies
I don't think that I will forget her
she looked real good in leather
she gave me love
and she gave me pain
she had a monster living in her brain
she had long nails
she'd scratch my back
'til she drew blood
and I would scream
blood on the sheets
blood on the bed
the road to pleasure is stained with red
I don't think that I will forget her
she looked real good in leather
she gave me love
and she gave me pain
she had a monster living in her brain