Friends Around the Campfire on Facebook - Stuck Home Syndrome EP now Available!

Good day - - - I know I've been harassing you to become a fan of The Manna Tease on the facebooks. But in the meantime (before we have more proper recordings) I've put up our last project, Friends Around the Campfire's Stuck Home Syndrome, homemade recordings from 2009-10, on its own facebook page. The EP version of Stuck Home Syndrome (expurgating the covers copyrighted elsewheres) is now FOR SALE for a handsome & affordable price of $5.99, cheaper than a sixpack of beer. The reverbnation band page provides a way to sell it directly thru the facebook fan page, nifty technology. Here are the songs thru embedded in this blog, followed by the store.

Langston Hughes' "A Dream Deferred" Parody: "A Poop Deterred"

List: Words That Rhyme With 'Smurf' DEFINITIONS - Third Set

Here is the next skimpy-baker's dozen of Words that Rhyme with 'Smurf' DEFINITIONS. Only eight or so more of these sets of definitions, & you will have the worlds longest list of definitions for words that rhyme with 'Smurf.' Get out your nonsense-doggerel-writing quill pens & get ready to RHYME WITH 'SMURF'!

zhurf - A single galosh, only half as many galoshes than are needed for galoshing.

krurf - 1) A mansion full of racist people; 2) A yurt containing one or two racist people.

ghurg - 1) To keep the ghurgs at bay, hold a ghurg up to another ghurg - the infinite reflection of ghurgs reflecting ghurgs will terrify the ghurgs until they un-ghurg; 2) a ghurg with a massive vaginal opening.

mnurf - A mental trick to remember to die on time.

schmurf - 1) A Teutonic Shmurf; 2) Exclamation exclaimed every third beat of a schmaltzy waltzy.

thurf - A recreation enjoyed by lithperth on boardth at the theathide.

pyurf - 1) North Korean fashion; 2) a popular North Korean fashion gossip blog written by Kim Ung-Urf.

jrurf - Gentle, kind, good-natured asshole, squirrel-killing motherwanker, pen thief, & lighter-fluid squanderer.

frurf - 1) A fruit fly assassin; 2) Intrigue; 3) a pulp genre of fruit-fly assassin intrigue novellas popular in 1830s Madagascar, which was later suppressed by Madagascar’s brutal Islamic hippie dictator Le Bhutte-Ole.

thlurf - Debilitating laziness not to look up a definition in a dictionary.

Complete DEFINITIONS for Words that Rhyme with 'Smurf' so far.

Art above by Mr Olaf Mary. He has a new art website & activities blog. More about those anon. He is currently working on illuminations to my poem "A Poop Deterred."

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Special Report: If the man in the moon were A) cookie (a sometimes food), or B) a racist stereotype

The Moon: The Final Frontier. Someday man might dream of going there, and finally taste it's sweet sweet rocks. Today we explore two forgotten songs about the mysterious orb of night (& sometimes, freakishly, day.) First, Cookie Monster images "If Moon Were Cookie":

If moon was cookie, me think me would be
The happiest monster you've ever seen.
I'd put on a spacesuit and up through the night.
I'd ride in a rocket and go take a bite.

Me take bite from here, me take bite from there,
And pretty soon me bite everywhere.
Me eat with both hands, don't need fork or spoon.
I'd chew it all up, until there's no moon.

If moon was Cookie, it wouldn't be fine,
'Cause if me ate it, then it wouldn't shine.
Me come to the window and look up at night,
But no little moonbeams would give me the light.

So me not like to say it, but it clear to me
We're lucky that moon is not a cookie.

Disturbing, but it get's worse.
Next, we delve deeper into the darker chapters of American music, as Ada Jones sings this 1905 Fred Fisher song "If the Man in the Moon were a Coon."

	Ada Jones - If the Man in the Moon Were a Coon (1907) .mp3
	Found at bee mp3 search engine

Say Jasper, t'aint no use talking,

Even though you talk from now til noon

Don't try to tell me, Mr. Know-It-All,

A coon is up in the moon!

Why, a ni---, with his brown figure

Certainly darkens up the silvery moon

Wake up! You're dreaming with your eyes a-glare,

You great big foolish coon!

If the man in the moon were a coon, coon, coon,

What would you do?

He would fade with his shade the silvery moon, moon, moon

Away from you

No roaming 'round the park at night

No spooning in the bright moonlight

If the man in the moon were a coon, coon, coon.

Most everyone has heard stories that a chicken am a coon's delight

Just think the dangers to a hen roost with that good old moon out of sight

Indeed chicken would be soft pickin'

If the man up in the moon were black

Oh my! the harvest for that darkey ,

With that great big sack on his back

If the man in the moon were a coon, coon, coon,

What would you do?

He would fade with his shade the silvery moon, moon, moon

Away from you

No roaming 'round the park at night

No spooning in the bright moonlight

If the man in the moon were a coon, coon, coon.

Delightfully repulsive, but notice some bizarre coincidences between moon songs Coon & Cookie. Both imagine a world where the moon has gone dark. What would be the actual scientific result of this? We would no longer have tides going in or out, which would shake to the core Bill O'Reilly's confidence in God's mystery. Also, it would make women less crazy.
Historical attitudes have evolved since these songs were written. In modern times, we like black people. And Cookie Monster has redefined cookie as a "sometimes food." So, be proud that we live in an enlightened age, where even if the moon became either cookie or African American, it would continue to shine its creepy LED luminescence to the Earth during the night (& sometimes, freakishly, during the day.)

Song: Corn Whiskey

We're slowly working thru our corn liquor repertoire for the youtubes. HERE are original lyrics to a familiar tune:

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Lyrics & chords to dozens of songs about corn liquor & corn whiskey can be found in our USEFUL How To Make Corn Liquor SONGBOOK. For your convenience, I'll reprint this one here:

Corn Whiskey (to the tune of “The Times They Are A-Changin’”)

G emin C G
The summer is ending, the harvest is nigh,
G D
The ears of the maize are eleven feet high,
G emin C G
(It’s taller, dear Oscar, than an elephant’s eye!)
G D
The rays of the sun unrelentin’...
D D/C G/B D/A
The better we live, then the better we die,
G C D G
Oh the corn mash is fermentin’.

Get you copper kettle & light up a fire,
We’ll pass a corn pipe while the smoke rises higher,
And watch the clear drops till the evening expires,
And sing while the jugs are a-fillin’.
Ten drunken old men is an angelic choir:
For the corn whiskey’s distillin’.

Her hair it is flax & her dress it is red
Her bosom is full as the jars in my shed,
Her bubbly bead has gone straight to my head:
Is she thinking what I think she’s thinkin’?
We’ll share us a jar & wake up in my bed,
For it’s corn whiskey we’re drinkin’.

Goddamn Alex Hamilton raisin’ the tax,
We’re ready with rifles for George’s attacks,
They’ll first take our hooch then the shirts off our backs.
Our mob is as high as white lightnin’.
My flesh it bleeds corn from the blade of your ax...
It’s for corn whiskey we’re fightin’.

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Zucchini Fries with Chris Daly

Last night, after the ballet, I finally stopped by the Buck Tavern. Former supervisor Chris Daly just signed a twenty-two-month lease to run it. Daly’s dive is fantastic, you must stop by the next time you’re in San Francisco. Two dollars gets you a massive basket of fries, the private alcove in the back has red vinyl seats, and there’s one pinball machine (Mars Attacks, two bucks for five games).

2000-10 is considered the “Daly Decade” by many in SF for his boisterous voice and sometimes isolated vote on the Board of Supervisors; last month, when the board’s president David Chiu cast his vote for Ed Lee to become interim mayor instead of a more leftwing candidate, Daly told him on the record, “I will haunt you. It’s on like Donkey Kong.” Chiu and Lee are progressive enough, they’re just fine, but that’s the kind of politician Daly was, a windbaggy force his Tenderloin constituents were lucky to have, the kind of city council member that worked hard to make SF different from the Panera-laden, interstate-covered, free-parking BIG SADNESSES that make up the American urban landscape.

So I thought is was cool when I went to order the first round, because he is now the bartender, server of zucchini fries, and régaler of my table. A loud, slurring white guy at the counter ruined my geek-out moment, “You could be making… a hundred bucks an hour as a consultant, man, but you’re serving us beer instead.”

San Francisco has become more moderate. We’re still banning phone books and plastic bags, but the last election resulted in an ordinance that bans sitting on sidewalks and ushered in a couple of pro-business centrists to the Board of Supervisors. And, if I may: The three-story building next to mine installed a car garage, removed street trees, and converted a triplex into a single-family home over the course of eighteen loud months of construction. This new "house" is ten feet away from the frackin' J-train station, for frack's sake, why did they need to install a frackin' garage?

Excursus. I don’t think escapism should carry a negative connotation. People who think they are meaningfully and willingly connecting with the world probably engage in the same kind of narrative invention that escapists rely on in order to survive. Maybe Daly’s dive represents a geographical contraction of that strange and wonderful space which the city, in his mind and for good reason, no longer stands for. Once upon a time you could ditch Chemlawns, entitled drivers, and Baptist proselytizers for a city where landlords must provide compost collection, medical marijuana dispensaries sell vegan pastries, and topless dancers are unionized. You still can, but if all that feels threatened, then open a bar you can always escape to.

In any case I know that S. Sandrigon would love it at the Buck Tavern. Apparently during the State of the Union they hosted a drinking game and political discussion. See you there soon, editor-in-chief!

More Manna Tease MP-Threase

To the Manna Tease facebook page I have added a "Band Profile" app. This allows mp3 downloads straight thru the facebooks, so, whala! Of course, we don't have any recordings yet, but that shall not deter us.

Here, to test it, is a free mp3 of the audio for the "Copper Kettle" youtube, the live rooftop version. You can download it from this embedded box here:

Our Copper Kettle video was posted on itwaslost here, with our chords & lyrics &c.

Song: Sneak peak of "Who are you, Elle Mary?" sung on the Amtrak California Zephyr

Our songwriting project for the last month has been an album-lengthy Murder Ballad Song-Cycle epic, called "The Manna Sustains," to be performed by our new duo The Manna Tease. The songwriting, storytelling creative process is winding down, so here's a first sneak peak at one of the songs (which can be leaked without giving away any of the twists in the plot.) Miss Minnie Molly Mary & I took the Amtrak California Zephyr train to Truckee yesterday, & we got bumped up to first class, where we drank mimosas & practiced our tunes. Song no. VIa from The Manna Sustains: "Who are you, Elle Mary?", solo railway rehearsal:


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I'm sorry, I botched a key word in the lyrics, 'gutter' should be 'trucker.' Here are the lyrics & chords tho, to this short song:

Who are you, Elle Mary?

C

F F7 C
Who are you, Elle Mary?
F F7 D/F# G
How far have you followed me?
amin C/E F D/F#
My surprise at your disguise.
C/G G
A trucker whore or so much more?

Bb F C
Ooo- - -

We will start premiering The Manna Sustains at some point, hopefully soon!

Song: Corn Whiskey (The Brodys) - The Manna Tease

Another corn liquor song from The Manna Tease - a cover of Corn Whiskey by The Brodys:



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Corn Whiskey - The Brodys [43:14 on the mix]

And we’re drinking corn whiskey tonight...

G C G
We drink corn whiskey in the midday sun.
G D
We pass round the jar till the last swig is gone.
G C G
Be us winners or losers we share in the toast
G D C G
When we drink corn whiskey, we boast & we boast:
G D C G
When it comes to corn whiskey, I drink the most.

We drink corn whiskey when a moon she does rise,
We’re singing our tune with a tear in our eyes.
Till the fire burns down & the silence is thick.
Then we pass round the jar for our last little sip.
And we don’t give a damn when we’re totally pissed.

C D G

Yes, & we’ll all sit around the fire.

C D G

And we’ll all get higher & higher.

C D G emin

And we’ll brag about who’s the biggest damn liar.

C D C G

We’re drinking corn whiskey tonight, tonight.

G D C G

Yes, we’re drinking corn whiskey tonight.

When a morning dew covers the grass in the fields,
And the wee dance of smoke the fire does yield.
We’ll crawl from our slumbers with a squint in our eyes,
Cause we’re drinking corn whiskey in our paradise.
Yeah, we’re drinking corn whiskey till the day that we die.

Yes, & we’ll all sit around the fire, &c...

We raise up corn whiskey till all of our mates,
To the ones that we’ve hooked but somehow got away.
From the brogue next to you & the ones in our hearts,
We remember you fondly, of us you’re a part.
And we’ll save you a swallow from the bottom of the jar.

Yes, & we’ll all sit around the fire, &c...

Yes, & we’ll all sit around the fire, &c...