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See Dee
02:15
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Ya got new music on a shiny compact disc
Somewhere inside, the layers, lasers blip
Take proper care of it, or run the risk
The songs adopt a nasty skip
Stack your collection up, a spindle comes in handy
Or let the jewel cases be
A See Dee: Some five-inch, this one only three
A See Dee
In Ancient Rome, they had this knack for spelling numbers out
D meant five hundred, C meant one
M’s a thousand that’s the highest digit used to count
Seven letters and they’re done
When there’s a smaller letter just before a larger one
Subtract that smaller; 4’s Eye Vee
A See Dee: It’s a tiny little disc, and a great big number, too
See Dee
Why was A afraid of B? Cuz B could See Dee
See Dee: Some five-inch, this one's only three
A See Dee: It's a tiny little disc, and a great big number, too
See Dee
A See Dee
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Candy Talk Theme
02:03
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It’s fruity and gummi, it’s chocolatey-yummy, Candy Talk!
There’s taffy and nougat, and which kind would you get? Candy Talk!
Melt-in-your-mouth, or chewy, crispy, cotton candy's even wispy
Welcome to the show!
Some breaks jaws, it all rots teeth, but here and now we'll get beneath
What makes us love it so
There's toffee, marshmallow, for each gal or fellow, on Candy Talk!
The licorice and pralines, not just for Halloweens, Candy Talk!
Minty, creamy, orangey, dreamy, sour, sweet, or in-betweeny,
It's a whole new candy level
Brittle or bark, with milk or dark, and caramelly, gooey, jelly
Some candy's God
And some is the Devil...
Vanilla and chocolate, to keep in your pock'let, Candy Talk!
And though ya call me nuts, I love Circus Peanuts,
That's Candy
Let us Candy
Start the Candy
Everyone Candy
C'mon 'n' Candy
Can we Candy?
Yes, we'll Candy
Snacks 'n' Candy Talk!
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There they go
The greatest champions the world has ever known
They're here at Hammerstone's
Bring that chicken in
And it's enough to make a man begin to sing
Let's eat some chicken wings!
Chow on down
The Hammerstone's hot wings are truly world-renowned
Who'll take that hot-wing crown?
Twenty years
And counting, listen, and you'll hear the world's cheers
So let's raise those Kraftig beers
To Youuuuuuuu!
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Welcome to the noise show! Noise show!
Welcome to the noise show! Noise show!
One guy twists some knobs, then he drinks on a beer
Might be kneeling on the floor with camouflage gear
Crappy folding tables, a lamp on a rug
Tangled mess of cables, but nary a drug here at the
Noise show! Noise show!
Welcome to the noise show! Noise show!
Lotsa contact microphones and seven-minute sets
Is this a sound-check, or have we started yet?
Chains, dark clothing, ski masks, equipment's on the blink
Xerox'd flyers black-and-white and nodding heads all out-of-sync
The noise show! Noise show!
Welcome to the noise show!
[A Cappella Noise Solo]
Noise show! Noise show!
The lineup's changed last-minute, and so did the bill
There's nobody to work the door, so everybody will (yeah right)
Look at all those pedals, a gal screamin' loud
Attendance is paltry, but they say three's a crowd here at the
Noise show! Noise show!
Welcome to the noise show! Noise show!
Welcome to the noise show! Noise show!
Welcome to the noise show! Noise show!
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Stumped 'Em Again
02:31
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I woke up on a Saturday, and my vision was double
I knew before I hit the snooze, there was gonna be trouble
Made it to the hospital, and they put me back in bed
Finally the doctor came in, and this is what he said
He said "son you got some damage in the nerves behind your left eye
We'll have to run just a couple of tests to figure out why"
They did an MRI, an MRA, an ultrasound and continued on
To do a PET scan, a CAT scan, a spinal tap, and still they weren't done
Colonoscopy, laparoscopy, fluoroscopy, didn't stop there
Hooked up an EKG, an EEG, an ENG, even X-rayed my hair
Into my heart 'n' brain 'n' head 'n' chest 'n' eyes 'n' face injected and pumped
But the doctors still don't know what's goin' on the C-Guy has 'em stu
...u-ump....'t!
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Beige Holiday
02:10
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I’ll have a holiday, the color, of the interior of a Dodge Caravan
I’ll greet the season, with the color, of everyone’s most infrequently-used crayon
It’s the color of a shirt, worn by Indiana Jones
And under that gravy it’s the color of your biscuits
I think I’m gonna have a beige, beige Christmas
I’ll have a Hanukkah, the color, of a dromedary camel
I’ll have a Kwanzaa, that’s the color, of my faded tooth enamel
It’s the color of a phone in a small-town sheriff’s office
And the walls at the twenty-four-hour fitness
It’s working out to be a beige, beige Christmas
[Whistling Solo]
You’ll call it ecru, call it unbleached silk, desert sand or call it khaki,
Call it Tuscan, buff, oatmeal or fawn, or cream, or cosmic latte,
Like the hundred-dollar bill, of your Monopoly money
Or the health-department’s pH-test-failing litmus,
It’s looking sure to be a beige, beige Christmas
It’s the color of your soul, when you’ve given up all hope
When maybe once upon a time you were ambitious
I guarantee I’ll have a beige, beige Christmas
I guarantee I’ll have a beige, beige Christmas
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XLV
00:45
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I've often thought this time of life was a special one, somehow;
I'm four-and-a-half in decades-old, with wisdom so endowed;
To Horace and Livy, I have been privy; through Ovid, I did plow;
For recently I was XLIV, but I'm XLV now
I used to read works by Mann and Goethe, Schopenhauer and Nietzsche;
But now I've found my calling, and it's Veni, Vidi, Vici!
Suetonius in my toga, Virgil back at my domus abode;
Its atrium and vestibulum on the Appian Way road;
Take orders from Julius Caesar, not from Hammurabi's Code, and
If I were an ancient Roman, I'd be XLV years old, yes!
If I were an ancient Roman, I'd be XLV years old, hey!
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Beloit, Wisconsin
01:14
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Can you say you've ever been howdy-whistled in Beloit, Wisconsin?
Well I can, one time, with my friend Aman....da
And if ya ever seek to get howdy-whistled in Beloit, Wisconsin,
Ya can't go wrong...if ya call out
"TRON!"
If you discover that you've gotten howdy-whistled in Beloit, Wisconsin
Find a friend like Grace, hit a fish fry and that *COUGH*y Haus place
And you might let out a minute-long high-decibel belch in the middle of a chat,
But at least you'll know, you're on Missouri's Hat...
(The tour, not the Hat itself)
You have your homemade Sparky, your Pizza Tree your Banjo buddy and your Johnny G back home
And rest assured in the knowledge, we once got howdy-whistled together at Beloit Colle......ge
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MasterDaters Theme
01:42
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We’ll be askin’ lotsa questions, and connecting missed connections
In the MasterDaters game tonight
Takin’ peoples’ desperation, Turn it into a vacation
In the MasterDaters game tonight
You can MasterDate alone or You can MasterDate with friends
Just as long as you’re MasterDatin’
MasterDate in a jalopy or your new Mercedes Benz
Just as long as you’re MasterDatin’
Oooooooohhhhhhhhh…MasterDaters!
Oooooooohhhhhhhhh…MasterDaters!
MasterDatin’ gives you strength and MasterDatin’ gives you power
So you’re wise to be MasterDatin’
MasterDatin’ in your bedroom MasterDatin’ in the shower
Please engage in that MasterDation!
It’s a DateRace to the top, are your futures intertwined?
In the MasterDaters game tonight
MasterDate ‘til you need glasses, MasterDate ‘til you go blind
It’s the MasterDaters game tonight!
Oooooooohhhhhhhhh…MasterDaters!
Oooooooohhhhhhhhh…MasterDaters!
Oooooooohhhhhhhhh…MasterDaters!
Oooooooohhhhhhhhh…MasterDaters!
...MasterDaters...MasterDaters...MasterDaters...MasterDaters!
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Pizza Tree Theme Song
02:44
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Pizza Tree
The Pizza-est Tree, my friend, you've ever seen
The Pizza Tree has exactly what you need
So come take your pick from the Pizza Tree
Oh, Pizza Tree
You'll never see any tree more Pizza-ey
The greatest of Pizzas in all Missouri
Stroll down to your friendly Pizza Tree
If you're where, Missouri's there, you're in for quite a treat (say hi to Johnny G, but)
If you're where, Missouri's rare, get back to Cherry Street (it's in Columbia downtown)
[Whistling Solo]
If you're where, Missouri's there, you're in for quite a treat (say hi to Johnny G, but)
If you're where, Missouri's rare, get back to Cherry Street (it's in Columbia downtown)
Pizza Tree
The seed has been planted, watch it sprout, you'll see
And when it's full-grown, my friends, your mouths it feeds (and also your souls)
So pluck the ripe fruit from the Pizza Tree
Oh, Pizza Tree
The Pizza Tree's here, and it's for you and me (and everyone else)
If I were the king, I'd make just one decree
That everyone get to Pizza Tree
Let's every get to Pizza Tree
Quick everyone get to Pizza Tree
Now everyone geeeeeeeeeeeeeeet
To Pizzaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Treeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
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Baloney Aloney
02:06
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Honey pie, darlin' I've been thinkin' 'bout the stars and how they shine still tonight, and remember who we are
Oh, darlin', it'll be, a white Christmas Eve, and I'll be ridin' the bus home instead of what you promised me
It's hard to realize, we're alone at the same time
It's hard to realize, we're alone at the same time
Honey pie, darlin' I, don't know what to do on this cold winter's night, I am reminded of you
Darlin', my true love, is really not untrue that I am just as happy now as I was when I'm with you
It's hard to realize, we're alone at the same time
It's hard to realize, we're alone at the same time
Honey pie, darlin' I, don't know what to do
Honey pie, darlin' I, don't know what to do
Honey pie, darlin' I, am thinkin' of you
Honey pie, darlin' I, love you
It's hard to realize, we're alone at the same time
It's hard to realize, we're alone at the same time
credits
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One morning in May, early June at the latest, ya wake up a-covered in sweat;
Pajamas stuck to yer body, 'cuz the fan a-blowin' at ya ain't enough to keep from gettin' ya wet!
So you open more windows, ya turn on more fans, and you attempt to keep cool in the heat;
But the summer is here, and there's no use denyin', that the spring is complete, obsolete!
Turn on that air conditioning, just succumb to the summer's whim;
For just a coupla months now yer electric bill's gonna be grim!
And ya know what they say about that Midwestern summer
(Oh, you don't? Well they say:)
Summer good, summer great! Summer hot dogs on my plate!
Summer slow, summer fast! Summer never meant to last!
Summer hot, summer cold! Summer never, ever, ever growing old!
I was talkin' to my man Michael just the other day;
No not the "time-to-cook" Michael, but a different Michael, one who lives in Georgia State!
He called me to inform me of summertime priority number one;
"It's as simple as this, Googz, you already know it--just be sure you're having fun!"
I told him "Michael, you're wise, when it comes to the summer, there's a reason you know best;
Well maybe not just one reason, heck the reasons are endless, but for starters you're from the Midwest!
'Cuz ya know what they say about that Midwestern summer
(Oh, you don't? Well they say:)
Summer good, summer great! Summer hot dogs on my plate!
Summer slow, summer fast! Summer never meant to last!
Summer hot, summer cold! Summer never, ever, ever growing old!
And I'm well on my way, to bein' right back where my summer started;
And that's okay, because I live to see waters uncharted, and
Summer my way, isn't always for the faintly-hearted, and
Before you can say, "August is over," summer has departed
But for now...yes for now...
Summer good
Summer great
Summer hot dogs on my paper plate
Summer short
Summer long
Midwest summer in a song
Summer stormy
Summer fair
Look inside your heart and summertime is
(inside your heart and summertime is)
(inside your heart and summertime is)
(inside your heart and summertime is)
(inside your heart and summertime is)
(inside your heart and summertime is)
(inside your heart and summertime is)
(inside your heart and summertime is...)
Summer good
Summer great
Summer hot dogs on my paper plate
Summer short
Summer long
Midwest summer in a stupid song
Summer stormy
Summer fair
Look inside your heart and summertime is there
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Googolplexia Missouri
With his electric banjo and ukulele, accordion and trombone kazoo, Robert Severson has crafted Saint Louis, Missouri's Googolplexia into a one-man outsider vaudeville. Severson stomps, claps, and gurgles into the disparate, cobwebbed corners of American music and sometimes beyond. Expect screwball theatrics at their most hand-embroidered. ... more
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