The Bay of Bobba Nooba Nominee (demo)

You may recall the uproar over the song The Fackamilly Sea. So that no one revives their protests, we've renamed the song and allowed the demo to be released. Here's a link to the original post with the lyrics.

The Slave On My Great Grandparents' Farm [NEW DEMO]

The Slave On My Great Grandparents' Farm

_______________________Consider how I'm not a man.

_______________________Gag at how you brought me here.

_______________________Promise dries with every tear,

_______________________Though I am doing all I can.

_______________________Let me lie in a pile of pride.

_______________________Drag me out as though I've died.

_______________________In time to come, when old and sad,

_______________________All my memories will be bad.

_______________________I drain your money every year,

_______________________Yet I eat nothing and have no goods.

_______________________I'm lazy, lousy, but I clear your woods.

_______________________Then y' tell friends how y' hold me dear.

_______________________Of all of this grime, what to believe?

_______________________Shall I grit or should I grieve?

_______________________In time to come, when old and sad,

_______________________All my memories will be bad.

_______________________I do not dream of an escape,

_______________________But will your love anew appear?

_______________________It's why I let you plop me here,

_______________________Thinking we could be a team.

_______________________I really feel ridiculous.

_______________________I don't believe you anymore.

_______________________But I can't just walk through the door.

_______________________We never could have been a team.

_______________________Let me lie in a pile of pride.

_______________________Drag me out as though I've died.

_______________________Foresee how I'll be old and sad

_______________________And all my memories will be bad.

new demo: Back When Beeb Had a Kid

Back When Beeb Had a Kid

Back when Beeb had a kid,

I was better than average.

I was clothes that would fit.

I was an electric bull,

A crook to acquit.

Unaware was there to tease

Back when Beeb had a kid.

Back when Beeb entered in,

Didn't hear when you flipped out,

Couldn't tell where you went.

Maybe you had a Skylark

With a bronze-colored dent.

Not a wrong move could e'er displease

Back when Beeb wanted in.

Little Beeb was turning ten.

I was drinking an ocean 

You did lead me to swim.

All of my salty wounds

Were just sinkin' in.

I was slick as a dolphin.

Now it's 2010.

Back when Beeb had a kid.

Our letters were after Z

With love at the end.

You were tough as a Robin Hood

With a forest of grins.

I was never tilling trees

Back when Beeb had a kid.

To Be Just Right (demo)

My only love song.
---Keddiz

To Be Just Right

Glug for the kuchen,
Thermometer maze.
Stiss, who's a toothoose,
To Thoosten Therese:
Sing
On the moss
And the man's
In the mace.

Glug to my luck
To be just right.
There was a bug on a vine
That took a crayon and signed
Me in the club, so fluorescent--
Glug!--
To see Jess right.

Formalda me Jeckyl,
Bubonna le farge,
Great-Grammy Bammosilla,
Mammy Muhgarge.
Moomen E Fote, see,
Cumin eat goat seed.
Cayenne-esque curtsy:
Koyaanisqatsi.

Glug to my luck
To be just right.
There was a bug on a vine
That took a crayon and signed
Me in the club, so fluorescent--
Glug!--
To see Jess right.

With hot chess pie
On cold, June night,
She sees me glug
To be just right.
To see sunrise
On knee gone white
One Jess would last
Upon first sight.
Get me Wendy Winda cause my wind's on tight.
Not a Dinny to be finned without a Cring Crong Crite.
Glad a devil's food or feta pita on Sprite.
Gluggin' here alone and true while you sit tight!

Glug to my luck
To be just right.
There was a bug on a vine
That took a crayon and signed
Me in the club, so fluorescent--
Glug!--
To see Jess right.

The snow of 1997

Back in 1997 when snow was deep, particular debutantes wrote manuscripts, treatises, and songs for others in the confines of their heated Deam's Lake cabins. Below is one such that which it is. Demo, as always, to the left:

It's a Snow Day

From the sleet
On the road,
To a note upon the website.
Tell my mom
On the cell,
Then I head on to a Kurzweil.
Well, the wife still had to go.
That convent cannot run itself.

It's a snow day,
But I need the money more.

Twas a time
When I would feel
Every love I had experienced.
All is gone.
I got none.
Now I wonder how I'll find the funds
To pay the city for false alarms,
To order flowers for Valentines.

It's a snow day,
But I need the money more.

To clarify,
Never have
I experienced emotion.
I'm a sick sugar-
Eating robot
Who needs quick modification.
It's clear as ice on Outer Loop
No white horse is heading through.

It's a snow day,
But I need the money more.

"All of y'all
Can simply die."
It just helps to sometimes say that.
I am penny-
Less at home
With deep mistakes hailing around me.
Not that surer days are ahead.
All our choices are tied for last

It's a snow day,
But I need the money more.

"Shovel me,"
Says the snow.
"You can put a path beyond me."
I ignore weather
Once again.
It don't know what it's talkin' 'bout.
Even when I see the road,
I will ride into its ditch.

It's a snow day,
But I need the money more.

--Keddiz

demo new

We found this demo in a box in the men's room. We almost threw it out with the old rags. --Keddiz

I'm All But Done

Whimpers in a box.
Could be puppies
Not a single soul is taking home.
All they want's
A ride into the country.
It's a ride they'll never take.
This is where I'm at today.
I'm all but done.

This one stays in the front.
They have tied his throat
And he can barely bark.
Could have stuck up for him then,
But I was so fast asleep.
It would have been a paradox.
I could have tried it anyway.
He's under the bushes
His world undervalues.
Not that it matters,
But it's one other comfort

That he just doesn't have.
And he thinks his bone's
About a block away,

But it took a truck
To Indonesia,
A place that's a symbol for him
Of where he'll fail to be,
To where he'll fail to venture.
It's all that he's thinking
When you pass him.

Here's some hope for you
As you sit there wondering
When it's gonna come:
The world will gather up the little puppies.
You will find them all a home.
So it's no metaphor for me;
I'm all but done.

another demo from a while back

Love Is a Tug On the Sleeve

You have arrived in our world.
It had been filled with no good.
Wonder how you could have heard
That you had been wanted for years.

We have discovered, uncovered today
That love is a tug on the sleeve.
When we question how come,
You will say,
"Love is a tug on the sleeve."

No one had guided your hand.
Science and fate aren't real.
Specters pop in every eve;
You are a trusted mist in the morn.
Whether we stand or move on,
Muddle or magically rise,
Clothes that we find ourselves in
Are never the obvious size.

Know it
That over and over we read
The letter our shirts have received.
When we question how come,
You will say,
"Love is a tug on the sleeve."