Liner Notes

Track 1.  “Suitcase” by No Museums
Written by No Museums
Recorded at home, August 2018

Still drinking in Northridge, the mid-western wizard
He’s the uncle for all good kids, 100 songs in a suitcase
Recorded on cassette, smoke rings in the Snakepit
500 Propeller jackets, 200 songs in a suitcase

And as we go up, we go down
The Fading Captain’s still making a sound

The buzzing one-string and the amp drop, all the magazine cutouts
Witches, moons, and pilots, 300 songs in a suitcase
Airport 5 to Hazzard Hotrods, Circus Devils to Lifeguards
ESP Ohio, 400 songs in a suitcase

Note about the song: A suitcase filled with songs, a suitcase filled with friends. A tribute of sorts.

Track 2. “Hall Of Small Fame” by The Everlasting Big Kick
Performed by Tom Barrett (drums), John Conroy (bass), Kevin Dugan  (vocals), Tony Skalicky (guitar), John Van Atta (guitar)
Written by J. Conroy
Produced by The Everlasting Big Kick
Mixed and magicked by Jon Chinn at Workbook Studio, Brooklyn, NY

Dashed and discouraged, baby, crying on the outside
Loaded up on will and all, but will it come our way?
Great Miami marrow in our bones
You’d think the locals could roll with the hometown gold on display

Creeping and closing in: others’ expectations
But build a catapult and we’ll have found a way
To launch right over the loans, and the slow-down zones
And the big school clones that are lined like a wall in our way

‘Cause what gets held to the ground
Dreams of flight one day
But with trust in the sound
We can stand and with certainty say

We will have our time
We will have our day
“Never mind the naysays!”

Risk it all
Led through the squall
By the siren call, the one we were born to obey

It can’t be denied
You can’t pull away
From the unshakeable drive
To be downstairs, just banging away

We will have our time
Though maybe not today
So we will fix our minds
On when they hang our names
In the hall of small fame

Note about the song: The original four members of the EBK met each other on the Postal Blowfish listserv around 1996. All living in NYC, we (and also Dave ‘Dfactor’ Murrow, himself a contributor to this great compilation) started playing music together — GBV covers at first, then bouncing around between each other’s bands over the many years since. Friends for life. We met the incredible Tom B. two years ago, and he ushered us into the vibrant Jersey City, NJ rock scene, a hotbed of GBV fandom. Bob’s music has a unique way of bringing fine-minded people together, and this song is actualization of that. It’s about sticking to your guns and believing in yourself in the face of indifference, playing the long game. Long live GBV!

Track 3.  “The Original Lineup” by Colin Sick
Written, performed, and produced by Colin Sick
Recorded at Shed 6

Note about the song: What is the original lineup of GBV? This song lists all previous and current band members of GBV, in no particular order of importance as so many have helped GBV become the force that it is. Much love and respect to each of them.

Track 4.  “Keef of the Sandpaper Factory” by Cherry Ames
Cherry Ames is Matthew Vandenbroek, Mark Rudnicki, Sam Lee, Jamie Darken
Written and produced by Matt Vandenbroek
Recorded at Nellcote Studios, Silver Spring Maryland

Nineteen something and five
Becomes nineteen something and nine
In the blink of an eye

Your hometown is never right for you
When you need a flipped out world
Plug that guitar in and give us hope
Cigarette trick dragon puffing smoke

The riff machine
Unleashed
The riff machine
Set free
From the sandpaper factory

Being famous, it just makes no sense
It’s a terrifying experience
There’s just one way out of lethargy
Crank that stack and give us something to believe

The riff machine
Unleashed
The riff machine
Set free
From the sandpaper factory

Nineteen something and five
Becomes twenty something and nine
In the blink of an eye

Note about the song: Bob Pollard is the greatest American songwriter of his generation, but Mitch Mitchell brought the ROCK: the Keef to Bob’s Mick. With the ever-present dangling cigarette, low slung Les Paul, and windmills, Mitch cranked out riffs with the ultimate rock and roll attitude. Raise the goblet of rock. This song is for him.

Track 5.  “Five Eleven Nineteen Seventy-Eight” by Danny and the Cool Guys
Written by Danny
Performed and produced by the Cool Guys (dulcet keyboard tones courtesy of “The Wienerboard”™©®)
Recorded at Soggy Productions Musical Laboratory

“Pollard throws no-hitter” is the headline of today
The raiders all rejoice to be guided by that voice
He always wins at basketball with his soft rock renegades
Beastie Boys and Billy C. lost eleven points to three

And it’s not fair that he’s so good at sports (five eleven nineteen seventy-eight)

Note about the song: Somehow writing literally hundreds of great albums isn’t enough for Mr. Pollard, he also gets to be a sports whiz. This song details two of his exploits: throwing Wright State University’s first no-hitter while playing college baseball, and handily beating the Beastie Boys (plus one William Patrick ‘Billy’ Corgan Jr.) at a pickup basketball game. It’s just not fair.

Track 6. “The GeeBeeVeeBees” by The Kyle Sowashes
Written by  D. Bandman, D. Gillard, J. Hemminger, N. LaRusso, R. Pollard, K. Sowash, T. Sprout
Performed by Dan Bandman, Justin Hemminger, Nick LaRusso, Kyle Sowash
Produced by The Kyle Sowashes
Recorded at Capital University
Mixed by Neal Schmitt
Lovingly Fucked With by Jon Chinn

I woke up this morning and I felt kinda strange
I had all these great melodies rattling around in my brain
And I don’t know what to do to get ’em outta my head
So I got out my computer and went on WebMD
It did not have the answer as to what’s wrong with me
So I went and saw a doctor, you’ll never believe what he said!

I’ve got the GeeBeeVeeBees and I’ll never be the same
Then he gave me a pamphlet that went on to explain
How a band from Dayton, OH is the only way to ease my pain

I tried to buy up all their albums but the challenge was tough
At first my wife she was supportive, but then she said “Enough!
Their discography’s too large and you’ll never find all of their stuff!”
I can live with this condition it’s really not so bad
At least the clubs are open and the girls are glad
Of all the ailments out there, I guess there are worse ones to have

I’ve got the GeeBeeVeeBees and I knew it all along
Because everywhere I go I keep on humming their songs
Fifty million Robert Pollard fans cannot be wrong

Note about the song: The song is about a medical condition known as ‘The GeeBeeVeeBees,’ which describes the feeling that comes over someone when they are excited about the prospect of listening to the music of the Dayton, Ohio rock and roll group Guided By Voices. Although there is no cure, many people do live comfortably with this disease. Side effects include: a thirst for Miller Lite, sweaty hugs, compulsive record shopping. Long live Workbook Studios!

Track 7.  “Why Don’t They Like GBV As Much As Me?” by Meh
Written and performed by Alex Petralia and Eagret Hansen
Produced by Alex Petralia
Recorded at Buck’s Place

Try to show them all their songs
But it’d it take us all day long
And I know, just a matter of time ‘til combat
No one else has patience for that, I can’t believe
They don’t like them as much as me
Can’t help but think they are insane
When they say they haven’t heard of Alien Lanes
How are they not the laughing stock?
Are they even amplified to rock?
Play them to my baby every night
Do you like that?
She says, “It’s alright”
And I know, I got to stick to my herd
This is what it’s like to be an adult and a nerd

No, I’ll never understand
No, I’ll never understand
Why don’t they like GBV as much as me?

No, I’ll never understand
No, I’ll never understand
Why don’t they like GBV as much as me?

Note about the song: Everyone from best friends to partners to dads to moms to coworkers—I try and I try and I try, but I can’t get people into GBV as much as me. People don’t have the patience to let it all sink in, or dive into the band’s intimidating discography. Good things come to those that wait, especially if they use torrents.

Track 8. “Recyclable” by Mincer Ray
Written by Mincer Ray
Performed by Sean, Farivar, Graham, Sutti, Greg, Cate’s Ghost
Produced by El Rondo deVille
Recorded at Forster Straße

Note about the song: Pre-heat your mind to 23 years-old (depending on altitude).  As your youthful excitement warms up, gently mix equal parts Robert-Pollard-Cool with Emotional-Toby-Ballad together in a large bowl.  Pour the creamy mixture into a well lubricated Tascam 424 and plop it in the oven.  After six to seven years, insert a toothpick into the side to check for doneness.  Dust lightly with Gillard before serving.

Track 9.  “Imaginary Band” by Photon Band
Written, performed, and produced by Art DiFuria
Recorded at Frizz Mobile South

In the beginning was a frequency
An unceasing singing eye dog guided by his master’s voice

His master had no choice
But to follow the imaginary band down to the basement
Where Marshall stacks on all four tracks revealed

It was a time of low fidelity
The yearbook pic began to stick the voices to a tune

His master’s voiced was doomed
But to follow the imaginary band down to the rock show
with scissor kicks and broken sticks concealed

And as the voice in mind became revealed
The imaginary band got real

Long before they signed the record deal
The imaginary band was real

Then did the high and mid fidelity
The sunfish under compound in
My airforce devil’s drills

Whatever did the voices will
Was to follow his imaginary band
Out to the spaceship
With every tune a hit that too few knew

And when the voices were the guides revealed
The imaginary band got real

With all the songs inside his head concealed
The imaginary band got real

Long before the voices songs revealed
The imaginary band was real

Long before became a record deal
The imaginary band was real

Long before the songs that we all feel
The imaginary band got real

Note about the song: It’s a creation myth about Bob being ‘guided by voices,’ an imaginary band in his head, to form a real band that went from the basement, to the rock show, to the ‘spaceship’ of a long prolific career. Eternal thanks to Bob and Toby for the tunes, to Jeff Tanner and Pat Berkery for their co-photonics and to Jeff Gomez for inviting me to take this ride.

Track 10. “Teasing the Blade” by Payloader
Written, performed, and produced by Daniel Bartolo
Recorded at Daredevil Productions

Send me a line, note: I’m fine
To notify your feelings alone in a great big world
I said alone in a great big world

Facing the grey, now-a-day
So you don’t show them later alone in a great big world
I said alone in a great big world

In the longest run, would you like to stay?
Seems like so much fun, how you’re gonna pay?

Teasing the blade, in the shade
‘Cause you cannot accept being alone in a great big world
I said alone in a great big world…a great big world

Note about the song: Robert Pollard’s songwriting is with no doubt, pure genius, and he inspired me big time, he still does. This song in particular though is more inspired by Tobin Sprout. ‘Teasing The Blade’ is simply my tribute to the man. Tobin, thank you for the music and long live GBV!

Track 11. “The Crown Prince of the Flyover States” by Leonids
Written and performed by Leonids
Performed by Jeremy Kay, Angelo Colussi, Brent Hough, Jordan Bruce
Recorded at Left Side Studios by Jordan Bruce

The crown prince of the flyover states
Leave your tribute by the door of the garage and get away
Go down, down the street again
Is it a wonder that we do it for ourselves
Uncompromising flawless visions

The crown prince of the flyover states
Is painting a picture that’s grown bigger than its frame
Get out, just to be free again
Is it a wonder that we do it for ourselves
Uncompromising flawless visions

Wright State
From the top of the cathedral
To the mouths of all the people

Note about the song: This song is a tribute to the spirit of GBV. The idea of the wider world catching on to your awesome band that rarely plays out, from a small market outpost far from the centre of the media universe, resonated with a guy from a small city in Canada (a flyover country?). The 6 pack-of-beer admission to the band room and the feeling of freedom shaking off the mundane and turning amps up really loud in a dingy rehearsal space is reason enough to keep on doing it. Bob and GBV proved you didn’t have to be young and from New York or LA to have people hear and love your music.

Track 12.  “Have You Found Your Yoko Yet?” by Stan McMahon
Written by Stan McMahon
Produced by Brian Berg

Have you found your Yoko yet?
Have you seen what she can do
To have her love shine all around you?
You say it hasn’t happened yet, and you feel like such a fool
But then her love will soon surround you

After all the trials that we’ve been through
Do you think I’d still be in love with you
I’m in love with you, it’s true

Have you found your Yoko yet?
Do you think she’s out of reach
And did she take it all for granted?
Chewed you up and spit you out
Like a pit that was a peach
And in the end you felt enchanted

And did she test you on how much you could take
While your miserable heart is about to break
It’s about to break, oh yeah

Have you found your Yoko yet?
Have you seen what she can do
To have her love shine all around you?
You say it hasn’t happened yet, and you feel like such a fool
But then her love will soon astound you

After all the trials that we’ve been through
Do you think I’d still be in love with you
I’m in love with you, it’s true
I do, yeah

Note about the song: I wrote ‘Have You Found Your Yoko Yet?’ for Bob. That’s a question Bob asked me way back in 2000. The question stuck and I wrote a song about it.

Track 13.  “Big Like Bob” by Special Moves
Written and performed by Joshua Hoey
Produced by Mike Ditrio
Recorded at Turtle Church, Olympia WA

35 and giving up
Take all of the songs you wrote
Stick ’em on a record
Then it’s time to give it up

Not asking to be big like Bob
Would like for you to sing along

35 enough’s enough
Time to get a fucking boat
There ain’t nobody listening
When’re you gonna give it up?

Not asking to be big like Bob
Would like for you to sing along

Note about the song: Currently around the same age that Bob was when Propeller came out and changed his life and the lives of many of his friends. Feeling sorta weird about being an ‘old’ person in indie rock, long since given up on the idea of making money or having ‘success’ with music, but would still love for folks to maybe listen to some of the stuff I make. Meant to be kinda tongue-in-cheek and self-deprecating.

Track 14.  “Demos on Drums” by Little Whirls
Written by Engler/Greifsmuehlen/Schuette/Tsitsigias
Performed and produced by Little Whirls
Recorded at Luke Warm Jets

Headache fortress rings
A cloud manager comes in
Total blackout for the mistress
We do not care ’bout Henry Sin

And the hooks are here
And we spit out the gums
But to be honest:
It’s Demos on drums

A stable cuckoo
A nervous brother
In liquor aquariums
We tend to smother
I would die alone
I would be the last
I won’t count the hours
I will die fast

And the hooks are here
And we spit out the gums
But to be honest:
It’s Demos on drums

Track 15.  “(Down On) Needmore” by Nuke the Stoner
Written and performed by Nuke S.
Produced by Mike Postalakis
Recorded at an undisclosed location in LA

Pete’s gone missing in Ohio
While Big Daddy’s still making the scene
And Mitch is now a new cover boy
For a defunct smut magazine

Sold at the drive thru
Down on NEEDMORE
At the drive thru
Down on NEEDMORE

Freedom cruisin’
Down on NEEDMORE

Towards the drive thru
Down on NEEDMORE

Note about the song: This song is about freedom cruisin’ the streets of Dayton, picking up a sixer of watery domestic, and wondering what happened to long lost friends. Inspired by the memory of that short doc about the boys from the ’90s.

Track 16. “Spirits Grow” by Headicus
Written, performed, and produced by Matt Grogan
Recorded in a basement in Athens, GA

Literal eyes, and the might of the post-punk dead men
Growing in size ’til the speaker pops and round the clock obscurity
Learning to crawl with a lifetime of untangled energy
Breaking the walls into the field they run

They lived in scientific lingo
While underground
Until the spirits moved a mountain
Unleashing sound

Let’s play something that we’ve never played before
Give it accidental tension on the 4
A little late but not delaying
Spirits grow

Let’s go somewhere that we never thought we’d see
The next room’s brighter when you weep to water trees
A little late but not delaying
Spirits grow

Middle ground men take a hot shot at a pop rock community
To the new end of town where masters ascend
So come along and grab the good kids
Gather round like all of us did
We’re an army young and old and strong

They lived in scientific lingo
While underground
Until the spirits moved a mountain
Unleashing sound

Let’s play something that we’ve never played before
Give it accidental tension on the 4
A little late but not delaying
Spirits grow

Let’s go somewhere that we never thought we’d see
The next room’s brighter when you weep to water trees
A little late but not delaying
Spirits grow

Note about the song: I really wanted to make a song that feels like GBV, by combining some of my favorite elements of their music with words that honor the band without directly doing so. The quick realization was that creating obscure but specific lyrics and anthemic choruses is extremely hard for regular joes, and Robert Pollard is a straight up genius.

Track 17.  “Century Cups” by Smug Brothers
Written by Kyle Melton/Mel-Tones Music, ASCAP
Performed by Kyle Melton (guitar/bass/percussion/ vocals), Don Thrasher (drums), Scott Tribble (guitar/keyboards/backing vocals)
Produced by Smug Brothers
Recorded at the Holler-Columbus, OH (4-track cassette & Reaper DAW)

Century Cups

Up and up and up and out
Never did we learn what they’re about

Century Cups

So we drank them dry
In the saturated sundown
Climbed out of windows
Find my feet on the ground

Century Cups

Never did we once attempt to stay
With antiquated avalanches
In requisite replays
Hey hey hey

Century cups

Note about the song: This is a song about a Dayton bar called The Century Bar. It’s on Jefferson Street, if you’re ever in the area (which is a couple blocks from Rockathon World HQ). It’s known as a top-tier bourbon bar, but it has an old, funky vibe and lots of beers both high- and low-brow. There is an old hand-carved wooden masterpiece bar that was brought up from Cincinnati at some point. In Dayton, there are a lot of great bars you can just disappear into for a day. This is an ode to one of them.

Track 18.  “Robert Pollard and the Monument Club” by Fuguers Cove
Written, performed, and produced by Justin Bendell
Recorded at Pine Cone Studio West in the Sage Room with the Tascam DP-008 EX

Starting to fly,  starting to spy the autumn leaves
I’m hung out to dry, scheming to find out how to breathe

Leaving the nest there’s too much freedom and the blue sky can deceive
Behind the veneer the night is so vast it’s hard to know what to believe

Summer hearts are such a drag but summer hurts the least
Mathematical dawn and the infinite songs, we live until we cease
I know that’s a drag but it ain’t the only drag we know
Sad if we lost it,  but life ain’t a drink to savor slow

Starting to write, starting to comprehend the lo-fi theme
Pollard stay true, do what you do, remind us to live our dreams

Heading out west, the sky opens up, those red earth memories
Beyond the red line King Shit and his Boys make trebled melodies

Autumn hearts they take the pain and turn it into song
The scientists hold out hope and hope it won’t be long
If that’s a drag, it ain’t the only drag we know
Sad when we lost it, pay our respects
To the Monument Club, let’s go!

Robert Pollard and the Monument Club
Robert Pollard and the Monument Club

Note about the song: In 1995, I graduated high school and was simultaneously introduced to Alien Lanes. That record, along with Robert Pollard/GBV’s overall ethos, shaped my understanding of how to make music and how to fight for my dreams and get what I want out of life. I started Fuguers Cove, and for 23 years I’ve refused to compromise my art. I have Robert Pollard and his example to thank for that.

Track 19. “Uncle Echo & His Brother” by Old Table
Written by Will Moloney with inspiration from Robert Pollard
Performed by Will Moloney
Produced by Will Moloney and Van Do
Recorded at the Dump Flatbush, Brooklyn NY

Uncle Bob
And Echo
Had a point
Off to business
Rolling rocking the joint
He was playing in my head
It was Uncle Bob
And his brother and a couple of new mothers
3 cheers for Uncle Bob
A bank we’ll rob with a point
Exploding money job
Pampering the visible shakes of Uncle Bob
He wrote me back once
Me too
An Inspirational figure
Uncle Bob
The mystery knob
Where will it turn and what have you learned
From Uncle Bob

Note about the song: This song is dedicated to Uncle Bob and his brother, many lines have been appropriated from Uncle Bob’s sprawling lyrical oeuvre, it’s meant to reflect a small portion of the myriad inspiration points back to Uncle Bob to let the man and his brother know they are loved.

Track 20.  “Ruby Jewels Glowing” by New Janky Gougers
Written and performed by Todd Thurman

Ruby jewels glowing on a darkened stage
The floor is getting restless
Those of us who refuse to act our age
Are getting ready to impress* us

This is not make believe
But neither is it real
A momentary distortion
Of what we think and feel
And if you just understood
You could be here with me…

Cigarettes glowing on a frightened stage
In the still between explosions

*Impressment, colloquially the ‘press gang,’ is the taking of men into a military or naval force by compulsion.

Note about the song: I was in the middle of a major GBV jag when they played the Grog Shop in Cleveland on their Space Gun tour.  I hadn’t seen them since they toured for Do The Collapse, and I was really buzzed on the energy of the crowd this night.  It felt like going to a High School reunion.  Only with more beer. The morning after the show I picked up my guitar and this song popped out.

Track 21.  “Bob for Uncles” by Graham Repulski
Recorded at Boy Lung Studios

This is not the sun we open for
This is not the song I was hoping for
Maybe all the wrongs were groping for a chance to live again
And if I refuse to shine then I won’t fade away
Now I’m bobbing for a clue
Everybody’s wrong but no one’s sure
Everybody hurts but no one’s sore
Everybody cries on the bathroom floor attempting to be(at) their gods
Now I’m bobbing for a clue

Note about the song: It’s about Bob’s unending drive to write tunes.

Track 22.  “Rock Like Pollard” by Dfactor Pop
Written by Dave Murrow
Performed by Dfactor Pop, drums by Vince
Produced by Dfactor Pop
Recorded at PVCC, Phoenix, AZ

In the story of rock ‘n roll, there are many tales that have been told
Rock n rollers all around, flying high on all that sound
But one man’s story stands tall and proud, sharing songs big and loud
Pass the words, the hits are his and they’re AWESOME!

All the kids say we should “Rock like Pollard”
Mix our riffs with random noises
Maybe we should go on tour, rabble rouse into a blur
And win one for the Captain

Everybody wants to Rock Like Pollard
Most of us fall so short
Riffs are flowing through his veins, sending sound waves to our brains
All the Good Kids Go Insane!

Track 23.  “Epiphany” by Oddsock
Written, produced, and performed by Randy Klingenmaier
Back up vocals by Just ‘B.’
Recorded at home

How far are you willing to go?
How far are you willing to take it?
You’re such a lazy so and so and nobody thinks you’re going to make it
Imitating the Fading Captain now

How much were you willing to show?
How long were you willing to fake it?
You’re always saying I don’t know, you have to buy it if you break it
Imitating the Fading Captain now

And where do we go from here? The future seems so unclear
We might find a better life, launch our own satellite

Epiphany, please come to me, help me to see
Epiphany, inspire me, make me believe

How far are you willing to go?
How far are you willing to take it?
You’re such a lazy so and so, and nobody thought that you could ever make it
Imitating the Fading Captain now

And where do we go from here? The future seems so unclear
We might find a better life, launch our own satellite

But where to we go from here? The truth is resounding clear
There must be a better way, there might be a price to pay
But where do we go from here?
Where do we go from here?

Note about the song: This song was written about the artist’s constant search for inspiration, something that the young lady whose name is reflected in the title always provided me, and something Bob has always been an endless source of. It was written in the imminent shadow of Y2K while Bob was releasing his Fading Captain Series, so I couldn’t help but give a nod. This will be also featured on our upcoming album entitled Sofa King Cool, which is a bookend to our first release, Sofa Kingdom.

Track 24.  “We’re Finally Here” by Phil Yates and The Affiliates
Written by Phil Yates (Sonic Charger Songs, ASCAP)
Performed by Richard Bandini (guitar), Al Imran Husain (drums), Jay Lyon (bass), Phil Yates (vocals, guitar)
Produced by Barrett Guzaldo
Recorded at Treehouse Records, Chicago, IL

You are a giant
I guess wishes come true
We are compliant
All of us hot freaks wanna be you

Come all you glad girls and you robot boys
Take your gold stars and love the lo-fi noise
The club is open, it’s the golden rule
We’re finally here, and shit yeah it’s cool
We’re finally here, and shit yeah it’s cool

Cardinals in jars
Freedom quite sinful you
Send Christmas cards
Father, sergeant, we’re all in Bob’s crew

Join in the fight and grab your space gun
Vote for me, dummy, it’s a vote for fun
The club is open, it’s the golden rule
We’re finally here, and shit yeah it’s cool
So lend me your ear, and don’t be a fool
We’re finally here, and shit yeah it’s cool

Or something like that…

Note about the song: When asked to contribute to this project, I was sitting on the first two lines of the song for a while. Eventually I thought I would borrow some words from Bob and splice them together into a song. I normally write the lyrics first before I write the music; however, I had the music all set first. I wanted it to sonically remind people of GBV. I think the band and I nailed that part of the project. Also, this is the first recorded song with the new lineup of the Affiliates since I moved from Vermont to Chicago. I hope years from now that people debate which is better: the classic lineup of PY&tA’s or the new lineup of PY&tA’s—like the band we all know and love.

Track 25.  “Born on the 31st of October” by Player Hater
Written and performed by Jeff Gomez
Produced by Ray Peterson
Recorded at Cuesta Verde Audio

He’s on beer-colored vinyl
His salty salutes are never final
He’s a Nightwalker in the day

He can’t drive on Alien Lanes
And the pricks, they have no games
But he can still “Motor Away”

Because Robert Pollard, he could take
Crumbs right off your birthday cake
And turn them into something you could hum

He is Guided By Voices
A Circus Devil with many choices
His Hazzard Hotrod never runs out of gas

He’s my Faulty Superhero
And Ricked Wicky’s Calling Zero
His Boston Spaceship just crashed

But Robert Pollard, he could take
Crumbs right off your birthday cake
And turn them into something you could hum

Yeah, Robert Pollard’s melodies
They mean a lot to you and me
Let’s just hope that he is never done
Here it comes, Space Gun

Track 26. “Life Rights Itself” by King Everything
Based on a couple Robert Pollard quotes

It’s like breathing, it’s so easy
Like doing nothing at all
Until you start to think
Then everything starts to fall apart
It’s like eating at the table
With your family all around
Until you hear the sound of the voice that you don’t want around

Life, life, life writes itself
If you let it, life writes itself

It’s like sleeping under blankets
In the silence in the dark
But if you think too much then it all begins to fall apart

Track 27.  “Military School Breakfast on Titus” by Mushkat
Written, performed, and produced by Bill Travis
Recorded at House of Mushkat, Halifax, NS, Canada

“Military School Dance Dismissal” really hits me in the feels, makes me reel, takes me back to a day in my youth, when I, a military school cadet myself, was tasked with the planning, smooth execution, and dismissal of a dance. It’s remarkable how the lyrics of his songs can mean different things to anyone who hears them. They’re just obscure enough. Is that what makes it art? “Legendary Breakfast Code” can make me hungry, and when I hear “Motor Away” I want to drive, and singing along drunkenly to “Hold on Hope” I feel lucky and happy just being alive. It’s remarkable how the lyrics of his songs can mean different things to anyone who hears them. They’re just obscure enough. Is that what makes it art? What do you visualize when you hear “Kicker of Elves”? Do you see Putin or Trump or some ogre, or do you see yourself? Until I found out that Titus was an Avenue in Dayton, I saw it as a mountain with a vampire’s castle at the top. It’s amazing how the lyrics of his songs can mean different things to anyone who hears them. They’re just obscure enough. Is that what makes it art?

Note about the song: It’s all about Bob’s writing, how it hits me.