School for Robots

released 01 October 2013 
Curtis Killian - vocals, electric guitar, 8-bit guitar, aliens 
Clinton Degan - electric guitar, pocket piano, choir synth, judas priest vocals 
Abram Taber - electric bass, synth bass 
Frank Hegyi - drums, samplepad, tambourine 
Cullen Corley - maracas 

Recorded by Elio Deluca at the Soul Shop in Medford, MA. 
Produced by School for Robots & Luke Sullivan 
Mixed & mastered by Luke Sullivan

Mega#@$!ing Man

Another work in progress from some of our last home recordings at the end of last year. This song came to me in a dream, David Bowie was like a lounge singer/waiter or something in a restaurant I was eating in, and was just singing "Hoola Deranged" to that melody. It was perplexing. He then spilled water on me.

Clinton Degan: vocals, guitar; Frank Hegyi: drums, SPD11, percussion; Maxwell Butler: piano, organ, theremin; Curtis Killian: guitar, vocals; Abram Taber: bass;

Recorded at home with initial engineering by Luke Sullivan.

Lyrics by Curtis, Degan and Frank:

hoola deranged

queen of the strange
a fish in the drain
yeah she's all of these things

you've got nothing in your brain
just mechanical pain
an expensive display

yeah you might be insane
or partly unchained
i think god made you that way

come on on
come on on
come on
 
hoola deranged

perpendicular plane 
beezelbub's play
in a backgammon game

yokahoma by train
see the hoofchamber maid
in her bilbo beret

little peach giant james
peanut butter in flames
with a side of raisins

come on on
kimono
kimodo
comode

hoola deranged

vernacular saint
elbow scratchy with grain
and a new coat of paint

the ol' in out of phase
put you back in your plaze
in a cortizone daze

forget what i say
just be on your way
with the hoola deranged

Hoola Deranged

That Is Something

A Rock & Roll song about throwing yourself out of a window.

Defenestrated

Mind Beach

Scary Things was written in May 2011 and recorded on Sep. 3, 2011.

This is the first in my "song-a-week" series, featuring swampbrain songs and works-in-progress.

Scary Things

CK - guitars, bass, vocals, keys
Frank Hegyi - drums, percussion, SPD-11 

Lyrics:

god you look terrible i know you get this all the time
why's it so unbearable to sleep together in this slime
preservative propriety is crumbling from corporate crime
these fearless creatures give a shit but only when it's on their dime

how's about another punch up drunken in your wedding gown
keep on sloshing thinking of the time you never wore a frown
then pick up all the pieces of the glass that broke when you fell down
and go on carry your head high as you parade throughout the town

how's about i just refrain from all these people
as long as they still congregate inside my steeple
why are you laughing at the way that i wear my hair
did your mother never tell you that it's not polite to stare

people in the street are hungry for a new dichotomy
never thought they'd all just sit and wait for a lobotomy
well here we are standing in a new dimension that you made
and don't you wonder why violence doesn't make people that afraid

did you ever peer inside a vintage mirror 
and wonder if the image had ever been clearer
well strip away the silver backing and it's just a pane of glass
with visions from the present future people echoing the past

god you look terrible, we haven't slept for a week
why aren't you available to come around and take a peak
at the image you created through the hands of the elite
who's inheriting this now, i know it surely ain't the meek

god you look terrible
god you look terrible
why's it so unbearable
to make what's my mine shareable

god you look terrible
god you look terrible
create a new parable
and make our clothes wearable

god you look terrible, god you look terrible god

how's about i just refrain from all these people
as long as they all keep inside like docile sheep I'll
look away from the cop kicking you in the shin
and pretend i don't see mice elf in their shiteating grin

God you look terrible god you look terrible
god you look terrible
god you look terrible
god you look terrible
god you look terrible

God You Look Terrible

This is what I do with two days off from the boring day job -- recorded basic tracks on Thursday, overdubs and mixing on Friday (today).

Featuring the tubular Cullen Corley on drums: http://wullz.tumblr.com/ 

-Curtis



Rapture Paradise

I wrote "Insomniac" on Friday, February 3 at 12:22a.m., fittingly. This photo is a video still of me writing the song by the light of the computer (I tend to record demos in Photobooth). 

In what is quite possibly the fastest turnaround of a song yet, Frank Hegyi and I recorded it that same Friday night in my freezing garage (this is take three ... the mouth noises and rubbing hands are really us trying to stay warm in a 38 degree room).

Did overdubs Friday night after warming up a bit, then mixed over the weekend, just finishing by 3a.m. Monday morning (what superbowl?!). This song is clearly autobiographical.

Frank Hegyi is on drums, percussion and mouth noises.

Curtis is on mouth noises and everything else.

Insomniac

Saddlebag started out as a 3-year-old riff and half-finished chorus inspired by riding my bike with a tambourine in my saddlebag.

Featuring Abram Taber of A Bit Much and www.reallybadreverb.com on bass and Frank Hegyi on drums and percussion. Recorded on Monday, February 13, 2012, as seen in this video still (video forthcoming).

Saddlebag

Floppy Boot Stomp Romp
(with a nod to the Captain!)
CK - guitar, pignose, lap steel, trash
Frank Hegyi - drums, trash
Abram Taber - bass
Max Butler - Hammond A-100 organ
Luke Sullivan - guitar
Sambo Fancypants - heys