Static Method Music: Recent Episodes
Static Method
St. Alfonzo’s RevengeWho can take a misty raindrop
Shovel in some bovine stool
Tickle-me chords on the piano
Blow it out yer didgeridoo
Accidentally occidental
Can ya cover up the king of the jews
Please!
Welcome to pancakes for the ingrates
Would you lend me your attention
Divide it into left and right
Did you think this would last forever
It will if we just keep up the fight
Fry ‘em up in every color,
Of beige and pink and white
Yum!
All shades of pancakes for the ingrates
And the people cried
Hold me hold me rock me till sun rise
Rock me till supper even
Lookit here folks nothing to see go back home
Go home!
See me, love me, save me, lookit I’m dyin’ here
I’m DYYYYYYYIN’!
Join them singing
Show me show me Know me know me
Hold me in your gaze
Scold me scold me Told me told me
Thou wert the only way
Where are all my friends and family
Little sister done chased ‘em away
Whun it ‘posed to be big bruddha
Little sister blew big brother away
Oh wow ain’t that a bitch sir
Why Yessir she certainly is
Still this guy’s got pancakes for the ingrates
A nameless tree grows in the desert
Nary a soul in sight
Pray for rain, pray for rainbows
The storm is passing over tonight
Mangos kiwis bananas, sing it till ya get it tight
Kiwi, kiwi, kiwi
Roll up those pancakes with the ingrates
And the people sang
Hallelujah, Hare Krishna
Krishna Rama baby
Holy Holy Holy
Holy Shit
Holy mother fucking shit!
All is sacred, all is sleazy it’s just that easy
Sleazy pleazey
Show me show me , know me know me
Hold me in your gaze
Scold me scold me, ya told me told me
Thou wert the only way
And then, just when all hope was lost, a parade of monks arrived
Heralding a brand new day
Turning our pills into skills, and our pancakes into panache
Placentae ad ingrati
Placentas ingrati
Amantes sunt amentes
Lovers are crazy
Lovers are lunatics
Some folks don’t know how good they got it
Surely you don’t mean me
Sold their oranges for sleazy pancakes
Sniffed ‘em in our olfactory
Ten thousand hours of ther’py
In a single night of cakes and syr’py
Three cheers for pancakes and the ingrates
Hip Hip Hooray hooray hooray
Hip hip hooray hooray hooray
No Thanks for the Cakes!
A song inspired by Part-X from Phil Stutz’ and Barry Michel’s book, Coming Alive. And also inspired by The Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis. And also inspired by a Rolling Stones song. Hope you guessed its name. There were 3 previous scratch versions of this song as part of the static method process, and one of them is called Bloodstained Photo.
the enemy
these cold and wrung out ears
turned down the sound
quietened the outside places
hiding under all that noise
i found a voice
familiar as a mirror of faces
why you even trying, kid
are you fit? are you shit?
all those years I swallowed every lie
that hides behind the half truths
i’ll guess your name
it is not mine
hear that sound again
it’s not the truth
i’m telling you it’s not me
it’s all around me now
communication from the enemy
hollowed out by the shame and fear
a womb appears
protect me from the hostile places
might I wander out doors (seeking more?)
I stagger back
defeated by a legion of mazes
take it easy here, child
water’s mild as a lull-a-bye
i can’t-abide your plan to hide the
stillborn melodies that die inside me
but i’ll guess your name
it is not mine
yes, i’ll guess your name
It is not mine
hear that sound again
it’s not the truth
i’m telling you it’s not me
it’s all around me now
consolation from the enemy
here’s that sound again
it’s not the truth
i’m telling you it’s not me
it’s all around me now
devastation from the enemy
no path is safe or clear
stay in my lane or should I veer
took an unfamiliar turn
are we there yet?
why aren’t we there yet?
how long till I learn
satisfaction guaranteed
set for life, your ease decreed
you drug me like a slave to my grave
so I leave it all in a flood of my blood on the stage
but I’ll guess your name…
and it is not mine
yes I’ll guess your name
and it is not mine
I GUESSED YOUR NAME NOW
and it is not mine
is not mine
is not mine
is not mine
is not mine
here’s that sound again
it’s not the truth
i’m telling you that it’s not me
it’s all around me now
accusation from the enemy
don’t fear that sound again
it’s not the whole truth
no it’s not it’s the real me
yeah it’s all around me now
annihilation with the enemy
come hear that sound again
it’s not the truth
i’m telling you that it’s not me
it’s all around me now
education from the enemy
Step 1. Eat 3 fresh psilocybe cubensis mushrooms with breakfast. Step 2. Play drums and sing a bass riff. Step 3. Play that bass line. Step 4 sing. Step 5… let the drummer know he done effed up.
LENS Ceremony June 2022. Covers of Holy by Joseph McGreevy and Times Like These by Foo Fighters. Played on piano in the darkness while souls recover from dying before they die.