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A day late due to my poor memory (I had forgotten I was going to watch the symphony play Frank Zappa until about a half hour before it started).

This one is a Latin style, and tells you of the importance of water. It is called 'Agua de Alejandro'

Listen to it here: The Oat Poets

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Oh, I didn't see you walk in. Well, it's the end of the month, which means.....A new monthly double!

This one is called 'Syndrome the Dog', and is in sort of a Brian Setzer-y style rockabilly. It can be listened to here: The Oat Poets

We wanted to have a video done for one of our previous songs, but didn't have enough time/skill. Hopefully next time!

For now, listen to our songs, look around, have a cigar!

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Watch out for me, and never feed me. Now I feel less like a victim, and more like a starving sex offender.

...I feel victimized...

Hello! In honour of that easily marketable holiday we call Valentine's Day, we have written a song about the brief romance between a butcher and a vegan. I imagine you can figure out why it was brief.

The song is called 'Lettuce Meat', and you can listen to it here: The Oat Poets

Please peruse our site, and take a peek at our apallingly basic social media.

FB Page

Twitter Page

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We're now vaguely on Facebook, and even more vaguely on Twitter. They'll both be updated whenever the our site is. So for sure twice a month.

So a buddy of mine and I have started to write songs together, and we've decided to call ourselves The Oat Poets. If you can figure out why, good for you. There's a huge hint on our website.

Anyway, we've chosen to release 2 songs a month (one on the 15th (possibly the 14th in February), and one on the last day). So far we're up to 2. I posted the other one already on my other website, and that one is titled 'Oh Hi Lisa', a song about the movie 'The Room'. Today, we came out with our second one, a song called 'Mine Me a New Woman', which is a song based off MineCraft, which I'm sure a lot of you have played. Also released today was a video we made for 'Oh Hi Lisa', which just strings together some of the more entertaining clips from the movie. We have a couple other ideas coming together, and we're going to try and make a video for 'Mine Me a New Woman' as well, though there's no set release date. Hopefully mid-February.

So here's our website: The Oat Poets

And here's our YouTube channel (which only has the one video thus far): Oat Poets YouTube

I've never really done collaborations before, nor have I ever set deadlines, so this is a new experience for me. Not to mention that I live in Edmonton, and he lives in Vancouver, so there will be very few jamming sessions, and more just sending files back and forth.

I think I got two? Don't really recall if that included the double ban or not. That was pretty epic though.

My ban stick is so fast, they call it the Ban Quick.

Discuss.

So very few, if any, of my previous links work any more, since I've been doing some meddling with my content. I'll post a bunch of links once I get them back up and running.

For now, I've got a new song! I'm not posting the lyrics because there are a few naughty words in it. You will not understand this song if you have not seen the movie 'The Room', and I think everyone should see it. It's awful but entertaining. Those who have seen it, enjoy the topical lyrics.

It's called 'Oh Hi Lisa'.

Anyway, here's the link to my new, very unfinished, web site: Linky

5 years ago today. Happy anniversaries, sweethearts.

I got this a couple weeks back, it's a great time-waster. Got to 15:33 of survival mode with 19.9 million points. Think I was listening to Everclear or something, until I reached one of those tracks with about 45 seconds of silence before the hidden track...That'll mess you right up.

Apparently I've been bored and lazy this week. I have another hastily thrown together song, with uncorrected pitch issues that make me cringe.

Anyway, it's a Christmas song, called Christmas Stalking. Not based on personal experience. At least, none that I haven't repressed.

Linky: Christmas Stalking

Lyrics:

I think I'm being followed,

But I don't care, cause tomorrow,

Is a very special day,

Because we'll all go out to play,

The snow is white, the moment's right,

We might just have a snowball fight,

I hope we don't put on a show,

For some old creep in his window,

It's Christmas, and I'm not alone,

There's someone else inside my home,

It must be either Santa Claus,

Or someone trying to break the law,

I hear some heavy breathing,

They might not have their teeth in,

I wish that I had locked the door,

Don't want this Christmas Stalking any more,

I peek my head in to my room,

And there's a man in elf costume,

I scream and try to run away,

He catches me, to my dismay,

I beg and plead for my release,

He nails me to the mantelpiece,

I tell him that I've had enough,

I just don't want my stocking stuffed,

It's Christmas, and I'm not alone,

There's someone else inside my home,

It must be either Santa Claus,

Or someone trying to break the law,

I hear some heavy breathing,

They might not have their teeth in,

I wish that I had locked the door,

Don't want this Christmas Stalking any more,

This happened without my consent,

A terrible experience,

but since the man had let me live,

At least I have advice to give,

Be careful when you ask someone,

Just what it is they do for fun,

If you don't want a big surprise,

Watch out for fat men in disguise,

It's Christmas, and I'm not alone,

There's someone else inside my home,

It must be either Santa Claus,

Or someone trying to break the law,

I hear some heavy breathing,

They might not have their teeth in,

I wish that I had locked the door,

Don't want this Christmas Stalking any more.

(repeat chorus once)

Wrote a new song. Not a lot to say about it, really. Rather noisy, needs some mixing work.

(On a slightly related note, this is currently the only song of mine I have hosted, since I've been messing around with server stuff. All the other song links are dead, for now.)

Linky: Assault & Flattery

Lyrics:

I can't believe she noticed me,

The finest form of flattery,

She picked me right out from the crowd,

She must believe I'm well endowed,

She locked my eyes deep within hers,

And then she reached inside her purse,

And then with endless flow and grace,

She smashed a brick right in my face,

Right in my face,

I think it's affecting my short term memory,

As I began recovering,

My sight was slowly returning,

I thought I saw her loving eyes,

It must have been a sly disguise,

I think I'm bleeding from my nose,

She starts removing all my clothes,

I'm not quite sure where this will go,

When suddenly she lets me know,

I'm gonna tear you limb from limb,

It might become a little grim,

But if it's any consolation,

It's an expert amputation,

I'm not even close to done,

I am having too much fun,

After all, there's nothing wrong-a,

With a little extreme head trauma,

I'm dripping wet with my own blood,

It's like a massive sanguine flood,

I'm torn apart by fright and love,

And by the acts described above,

As though she senses all my fear,

she gently whispers in my ear,

Now darling, don't put up a fuss,

Because you're soon to be concussed,

And now my brain is slightly muddled,

And my thoughts are quite befuddled,

I feel more and more ashamed,

Rather than proud she knows my name,

I can't imagine what I gain,

From playing victim in this game,

But then she kneels down by my side,

And softly starts to tell me why,

I'm gonna tear you limb from limb,

It might become a little grim,

But if it's any consolation,

It's an expert amputation,

I'm not even close to done,

I am having too much fun,

After all, there's nothing wrong-a,

With a little extreme head trauma,

And now I'm torn between a choice,

I find it hard to use my voice,

But then she says, assuredly,

That you belong right here with me,

I can't take much more of this,

My body's in paralysis,

But deep within I feel a beat,

I'm like an animal in heat,

I see her face through all the pain,

But I don't even know her name,

I try to ask, but I fall short,

Because my lungs have no support,

Then she reaches down to me,

And holds me close so I can see,

And grabs me firmly by the hair,

And starts to tell me why she cares,

I'm gonna hold you every day,

I'll miss you when you go away,

If you can handle all my wrongs,

The rights will only be prolonged,

When I chose you I could tell,

That I could put you straight through hell,

And when you make the other side,

Our hearts would fill with love and pride.

Here's a new one! And a new style for me: A Capella! It's called 'No, Baby, Don't', and it's done in the style of a cheesy barbershop group.

No, Baby, Don't

Lyrics:

(spoken)

This here is a little story...

About heartbreak, and heartache,

And believing you're truly in love,

You're gonna spend the rest of your life together,

Things seem to be going well,

When one day you come home,

And something's missing,

And it seems that all those feelings have gone right out the window,

She's got her bags packed,

She says she means it, she's leaving,

You don't know what to do any more,

And this is what it feels like...

(singing)

I catch you packing your things, I don't know why,

Were you even gonna say good bye?

You won't tell me what it is that I've done,

You only say that I'm not nearly as fun,

As I

Used to be happy and we used to believe,

And I never once thought that you'd think about leaving,

But now it seems things aren't going so well,

And you blow right past me, like a bat outta hell,

You make me wonder who I am,

I ask myself again and again,

You'll either leave me or you won't,

No baby don't,

If I had another day (No, baby, don't)

I would find the words to say (No, baby, don't)

I would try to make you stay (No, baby, don't)

So baby, please don't go away (No, baby, don't)

You tried to leave me before I got home,

Now you tell me why you're better alone,

You say you're sorry that I found out this way,

I can't believe you'd put me through this dismay,

My heart is in pieces, and my mind is a mess,

I can't begin to convey my distress,

You were the one for me and I was for you,

I always thought that you felt this way too,

You look me in the eye,

I try my hardest not to cry,

I feel you kept your feelings unknown,

No, baby, don't,

If I had another day (No, baby, don't)

I would find the words to say (No, baby, don't)

I would try to make you stay (No, baby, don't)

So baby, please don't go away (No, baby, don't)

(repeat chorus until fade out)

My wisdom-removal process was great! I only had minor aches as far as pain goes, and was eating solid foods that night. No infections or negative repercussions or anything. Well, except for a soup stain on one of my shirts because I could feel whether my spoon was in my mouth or not before I upended it...

Crap, who let him out of the box?

This Message Is Respectfully Yours.'

I am writing this mail to you with tears and sorrow from my heart. With due respect , trust and humanity, i appeal to you to exercise a little patient and read through my letter, I wish to contact you personally for a long term business relationship and investment assistance in your Country so i feel quite safe dealing with you in this important business having gone through your remarkable profile, honestly' i got your profile in google data base when i was searching for a reliable person who could stand as my Trustee, i will really like to have a good relationship with you and i have a special reason why i decided to contact you, i decided to contact you due to the urgency of my situation, Amina Kipkalya is my name, a girl of 23yrs of age, single and I held from Kenya in East Africa. My father was the former Kenyan road Minister. He and Assistant Minister of Home Affairs Lorna Laboso had been on board the Cessna 210, which was headed to Kericho and crashed in a remote area called Kajong'a, in western Kenya. The plane crashed on the Tuesday 10th, June,2008.

 

 

You can read more about the crash through the below site:

http://edition.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/africa/06/10/kenya.crash/index.html

 

After the burial of my father, my stepmother and uncle conspired and sold my father's property to an Italian Expertrate which the shared the money among themselves and live nothing for me.I am constrained to contact you because of the abuse I am receiving from my wicked stepmother and uncle. they planned to take away all my late father's treasury and properties from me since the unexpected death of my beloved Father. Meanwhile i wanted to escape to the USA but they hides away my international passport and other valuable travelling documents.Luckly hey did not discover where i kept my fathers File which contains important documents. So I decided to run to the refugee camp where i am presently seeking asylum under the United Nations High Commission for the Refugee here in Ouagadougou , Republic of Burkina Faso.

 

One faithful morning, I opened my father's briefcase and found out the documents which he has deposited huge amount of money in bank in Burkina Faso with my name as the next of kin. I travelled to Burkina Faso to withdraw the money for a better life so that I can take care of myself and start a new life, on my arrival, the Bank Director whom I met in person told me that my father's instuction/will to the bank is that the money would only be release to me when I am married or present a trustee who will help me and invest the money overseas. I am in search of an honest and reliable person who will help me and stand as my trustee so that I will present him to the Bank for transfer of the money to his bank account overseas. I have chosen to contact you after my prayers and I believe that you will not betray my trust. But rather take me as your own sister.

 

Although, you may wonder why I am so soon revealing myself to you without knowing you, well I will say that my mind convinc ed me that you may be the true person to help me. Moreso, My father of blessed memory deposited the sum of (US$5.800,000) Dollars in Bank with my name as the next of kin. However, I shall forward you with the necessary documents on confirmation of your acceptance to assist me for the transfer and statement of the fund in your country. As you will help me in an investment, and i will like to complete my studies, as i was in my 1year in the university when my belove father died. It is my intention to compensate you with 30% of the total money for your services and the balance shall be my capital in your establishment. As soon as I receive your positive response showing your interest I will put things into action immediately. In the light of the above.I shall appreciate an urgent message indicating your ability and willingness to handle this transaction sincerely.

 

Awaiting your urgent and positive respond. Please do keep this only to your self for now untill the bank will transfer the fund. I beg you not to disclose it till i come over because I am afraid of my wicked stepmother who has threatened to kill me and have the money alone ,I thank God Today that am out from my country (KENYA) but now In (Burkina Faso) where my father deposited these money with my name as the next of Kin.I have the documents for the claims.

Yours Sincerely

Amina Kipkalya

Rather long, but I like the part where she clearly states that she is single, and where she says she has a wicked stepmother (keeping in mind that it was her father that supposedly died).

Edit: This was from October 6th.

Some of you may know that my hair is the source of my power, but I've decided to Delilah myself for the benefit of someone else with greater needs than mine. It's been growing for the past ~2.5 years, so it's more than long enough for donation.

This is something that a buddy of mine and I decided to do, and he's set up a donation page, so if anyone is willing to give, anything is appreciated! The beneficiary is the Canadian Cancer Society.

As well, next week I think we're planning on going bowling (to see if any more money can be raised, and to laugh at how small my head will look), so in the unlikely event that any of you will be in Edmonton around next Wednesday, you're more than welcome to join in.

Donation Page

Thanks!

<3

I have been eating things I shouldn't. It's like Russian roulette, but hobo-style.

With this much notice, I'm going to have to up the probability of being there. As usual though, I can't commit. Not yet.

I think he made the mistake on purpose, just so it took 2 posts

Anyway, I think it'd be a weird relationship for her, since she'd rather you score on someone else rather than her. Or maybe that's the meaning of true glove.

I did a quick cover of a song from The Mighty Boosh (hopefully someone has seen this ridiculous show). The song is called Love Games. I was basically goofing off and liked how it was sounding. Will probably add more to it next week when I have more time.

Love Games

Here is a video of the original, as performed by Old Gregg and Howard Moon (Noel Fielding and Julian Barrett, respectively): Linky

According to Google, if I were to drive, it would take me 35 hours to make it the 3200km (1984 miles (neat number!)) from here to there.

Anyway, I pretty much top my own list of people I would like to see at FragFest, considering if I don't go, there's no point in making a list to begin with. You're all #2 though, and I mean that with the greatest respect one can muster when calling someone #2.

Try again. I'll get this.