Listen to "NAKED" 128 bit MP3 stereo.
Audio Ointment Tape Release
I originally created 100 tapes, each with a photo of original art work by Scott Severson as part of the cover. I gave away about 70 tapes to friends and may eventually make some more.Songs:
NakedBlow Your Mind
Not Alone
Jamitude
New World Odor
Honey I'm Home
Chocolate Shake
The Stately Frog
Side B contains all of Side A BACKWARDS!
Turn the tape over at the end of a song on Side A and hear it backwards
on Side B!
Audio Ointment Project Information
All songs written and performed by Doug Findley (Bif) except:JAMITUDE, CHOCOLATE SHAKE, and THE STATELY FROG: compositions created over drum sound beds by Scott Severson
CHOCOLATE SHAKE: Scott Severson on words
BLOW YOUR MIND: Jeff Hansel and Tim Melcher on words
HONEY I'M HOME: Jason Parker on words
COVER ART: Scott Severson
Produced and Engineered by Doug Findley.
Recorded on my bedroom 4 track, in Seattle WA.
Mastered at CallEye Productions by Gary
Mula, Seattle, WA (206) 343-9001 on his Amiga 8 Track Hard Disk System.
Doug Findley
Copywrite 1994 Bif Pleasing
doug@assinine.org
http://www.assinine.org/~assinine/bif/bif.html
Copyright © 1995 by Assinine Productions.
Lyrics:
"NAKED"
I'm going to shine on.I'm going to bare my buns to the sun.
We will do what is most fun,
when we lie in the sun.
I'm gonna streak down to the river.
I don't care if it jiggles my liver.
Cold water might make us shiver.
The sun keeps on giving.
When I walk into the forest
I get naked.
When I run down to the river
I've got to jump in.
Oh no, here comes some campers.
They're slowly walking by,
pretending not to ignore us.
We flash them as if we care.
I don't know what is your problem.
Why don't you just accept it?
You are so anal.
Why don't you lighten up?
We like lying in the sun.
We like sitting in the hot spring.
We like getting naked.
You don't know what you're missing.
... 1/2 of 1st verse, then chorus again
BLOW YOUR MIND
The flagrant stench of my lovemoistens the leather upon my glove.
Well I done dragged my carcass out of bed
and filled my empty shell with black sludge,
so I could face another day of hell.
Be weird and blow your mind.
NOT ALONE
I'm all alone out here, there's no one else.I see blackness. There's white lights everywhere,
I'm not really alone. There is a presence.
In the blackness there are many white lights.
It's five years to my next juncture point.
There is a presence, I can feel it. Right here.
My food supply will sustain me.
There's tiny white lights everywhere.
I can see without my eyes.
I can know without my mind.
I am all alone, but I can feel a presence.
I have no fear.
There's a blast of white light! It's coming through.
It's blowing a hole in the top of my head...the pain!
I'm not alone, I can feel a presence.
In the blackness there are many white lights.
I am still five years away from my juncture point.
My fuel is maintaining.
My food is sustaining,
and I feel a presence.
Its close, I have no fear.
The light's getting stronger.
Its coming in. How does it come through?
Blasting white light! The pain!
NEW WORLD ODOR
Read my lips, it's a new world odor.No new taxes.
This is the I.R.S.
Come out with your hands up,
for failure to pay taxes.
You are surrounded.
You are an evil SOB aren't you.
We're going to shove that dove butt
right up to your face,
so you can smell Bush's new world odor.
Smell the dove butt.
HONEY I'M HOME
What do you mean by that?the following messages are brought to you
by my armpit hair.
Daddy's in jail, it doesn't matter.
Do you understand? No, I don't.
Am I communicating? Or is there a misunderstanding?
A lack of understanding, of communication.
Say hi to my wife, small dog.
My children, Nancy and David.
Hi kids, I'm in jail.
Honey, coming home.
Hope you have your makeup on now.
CHOCOLATE SHAKE
... potatoes and a chocolate shake.THE STATELY FROG
The stately frog fried passionatelyin the flaming oil,
projecting psychic energy waves of love
into the cracks between the tiles.
Where innocent, unnoticed dust particles
go on crying without recognition.
Crying because of the intenseness of reality
pressing in upon their soft, tearful hearts.
Each teardrop, spent in hope of a simple baptism,
evaporates to no avail into the air,
never to bring the eternally sought-after
baptism of the flaming oil.
Send e-mail to Bif (Doug Findley) doug@assinine.orgCopyright © 1995 by Assinine Productions.