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Freak | The Self Titled Band
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The Self Titled Band. August 25, 2006 at 11:41 pm ( High School. 1999) – A punk rock parody, complete with punk rock adolescent angst, recorded live with Rory Woods on drums. Why won’t you play outside with me? I’m only eight foot three. Why do you call me a freak? I just have a tall peak. How could a freak like me. Freak like me have friends. Ever since I was four. I couldn’t get through the door. I tried so hard to fit right in. I messed up bad to my chagrin. I’ll show you all that I can do.
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Bunny Rabbits | The Self Titled Band
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The Self Titled Band. August 25, 2006 at 11:37 pm ( High School. 1999) – Our second effort: odd, with a slightly morbid sense of humor. Bunny rabbits in the street, street. Thinking they’re so sweet, sweet. Playing in the street, the street. Bunny rabbits, bunny, bunny rabbits, street! Get up, get up, get up, bunnies! It’s dance time! Bunny rabbits on the street! Oh no, what’s this? Here comes a truck! Bunny rabbits in the street, street. They think they can play anywhere they please.
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Son of Sammy | The Self Titled Band
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The Self Titled Band. August 25, 2006 at 11:40 pm ( High School. 1999) – No comment. Sammy, the sailor. The son of Sammy. B: Sammy went out to the ocean. Sammy went in a big boat. D: Sammy was awfully foolish. He forgot his overcoat. B: Sammy went into deep water. Sammy knew he could not swim. D: He got eaten by a big shark. And nobody knows what to do about him. B: I am the son of Sammy! I will inherit his legacy! D: I am not the son of Sammy! I am his brother! B: Doo doo doo… Sammy is my dad!
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Sky | The Self Titled Band
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The Self Titled Band. August 25, 2006 at 11:39 pm ( High School. 1999) – I’ll let you listen to this song when pigs fly! We dedicate this song to the sky. The vast expanse of space, full of things. Blue, the blue sky. Waiting for pigs to fly. It has no peer. We find no deer or steer. We’re just waiting for the pigs to fly. Just waiting for the pigs. I want the pigs to come to me. I want to pick up the pork with my spork. Farmer John will be in business. When the pigs come this Christmas. Pigs in the Sky.
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The Self Titled Band | The quirky music of two friends | Page 2
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The Self Titled Band. Song of a Song. August 25, 2006 at 11:38 pm ( High School. Song of a Song. 1999) – Random gibberish. A medley of sterotypical-sounding tunes with ridiculous commentary. It starts with an inside joke about a mispronounced word and ends with another inside joke about Ben’s favorite-sounding “word.”. B: The hardest part of any song is giving it a title! D: Hey let’s ask our friend, Alberto. A: Uhh, hi guys, uhh, why don’t you call it paradigm? D: What do you mean by paradigm? 1999) ...
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Sloth | The Self Titled Band
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The Self Titled Band. August 25, 2006 at 11:43 pm ( High School. 2000) – A spirited self-defense of a species with one fatal flaw. As an ironic defense mechanism, he throws a sly jibe towards mules and their shortcoming. I am really slow. I have three toes. I am a three toed sloth. I have three toes. I am really slow. But I can still do a lot. Here on my branch I can’t be late. No problem, Bob. This is my fate. I don’t care how you feel, fool. It’d be worse to be a mule. I can still function, yo.
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About | The Self Titled Band
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The Self Titled Band. Written by David Minh ( http:/ mccammon.ucsd.edu/ dminh/. Here is a selection of our songs. You can judge our progression/regression for yourself. I have categoried the songs as from high school and from afterwards. My comments about earlier songs are retrospective, written January 2006. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out.
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Violence is not the Answer | The Self Titled Band
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The Self Titled Band. Violence is not the Answer. August 25, 2006 at 11:42 pm ( High School. Violence is not the Answer. 2000) – A short prelude, recorded in a friend’s nicer home studio setting. Some people think that it’s a game to kill another man. Some people think that it’s all right to fight again again. Some people think that they’re not to blame at all. Violence is not the answer! Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.
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Loch Ness Monster | The Self Titled Band
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The Self Titled Band. August 25, 2006 at 11:38 pm ( High School. 1999) – Is it an allegory for something? People have claimed to have seen the Loch Ness Monster. Do they really have proof? Somebody once showed me a polaroid picture. Is it really true, could it really be there? The TV news once told me that the pictures were doctored. Sure there’s lot of skeptics, but how about the believers? I met a scottish man who lived across the lake. One day while he swam, the Lock Ness showed his face!
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Isopropyl Mouth | The Self Titled Band
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The Self Titled Band. August 25, 2006 at 11:49 pm ( College and Afterwards. 2002) – A man’s anxiety over guilt and his futile effort to cleanse himself. Once I tried to clean myself out. From deep within to without,. Of every little thing. All the dirt, oil, and grime. Gathered up over time,. Clogging up my being,. Why won’t this pain go away, it stays. Why won’t this grime leave my soul. Why are my eyes blind and I cannot see. It must be the isoproyl stuck in me. I must have an isopropyl mouth.