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Nocturnal Cafe

by Hasenfang

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1.
So here you are again Ready to take the crucial taunt of vocals in your head Time to gather light, spoon and pack Nobility to lingo with the chicks and the cats... [incomprehensible, sputtered mumbling...it must chicks & cats]
2.
Sleep, I don't mind Dream of sugar plums dancing Sleep where you hide Dream; gingerbread men laughing I don't know I don't care I don't know When and where Sleep, I don't mind Dream, brag and bite Sleep where you hide Dream, wave the lights I don't know When and why I don't care...
3.
[incomprehensible, sputtered mumbling...it must be Russian]
4.
[incomprehensible, sputtered mumbling...it must be Jack Kerouac reciting spoken word about masturbating while on heroin]
5.
Mr. Whiskey 02:51
Me and Mister Whiskey have a few more rounds to go, so... Let's all walk on down to the local pub and have one I don't want to go yet Hey, barkeep, this one's on me! This one's on me Mister and I have a few more round to go, well... It's OK, we got a few more things we need to sort out Mister Whiskey will you take another shot from the bottle No I don't want to go yet Hey, barkeep, this one's on me! Hey, everybody, Mr. Whiskey! No I don't want to go yet Hey Mister Whiskey will you help me finish this down Barkeep, here's a solo, just for you Just for you...
6.
[incomprehensible, sputtered mumbling...it must the Cocteau Twins...or a phony]
7.
Clowns! Clowns, everywhere I turn! Clowns are looking at me! Walking over to me, with their water-tainted flower plastic And their chickens all made of rubber. What do they want from me? They keep coming over to me with, smiling With their big grins and their big honky noses I don't know what's with them? They're wearing plaid...I hate plaid! Get the plaid away from me! They sit and they squirt their little water guns And they honk their horns And they dance around through flaming hoops I'm scared of clown. Clowns scare me. I don't like the way that the clowns look They all look so fucked up! Why do clowns look fucked up? Why do they keep taunting me? Why do they keep coming at me? This ain't even dream, I'm just sitting here I'm not even at a circus, I'm at the park! I'm enjoying my day off and there's a fucking clown! What's going on? Why can't somebody stop them? I don't want to see the clowns anymore, mommy! They freak me out! Mommy? Where'd you go? Oh shit! Mommy isn't here anymore! She ran away! The clow...No! The clowns took her! They took her away! And they're poking and prodding her with pitchforks! Oh my God, the things they can do with rubber chickens! I just want the clowns to go away! Maybe it's all the lithium and opium I took...
8.
First Sight 03:15
Oh bittersweet pathology of my mind's eye has brought you in Vices of impurities, encompassing, are not a sin Checking out your slumber ways, at lightning pace: You're outer-plain Feeling on the strands you sing; I eat them up, like candy canes Oh, but if you go Continue I to walk alone But if you go Continue I to stand alone Kneading at all the ways my emotions take at a bitter pace Scrambling at all the word, so they sound like I suffocate Feeding at all the shapes, like jellybeans that taste like shit Keeping all the tears I make for pillow fluff and blanket knit Oh, but if you go Continue I to walk alone But if you go Continue I to stand alone But if you go Continue I to make this joke But if you go...
9.
Pygmy 02:01
[incomprehensible, sputtered mumbling...it must be a Pygmy tribe]
10.
Mamma, I want to be a disco boy Will you buy me a strobe light? Mamma, I want to dance on the disco floor Will you buy me a coke spoon? I want to dance all night I want to snort some white Please help me, I need to get a life Oh Mamma, will you help me to do the tango dance? I need new pants
11.
[instrumental]
12.
Bluewine 02:52
[instrumental]
13.
Chitterlings 02:18
[incomprehensible, sputtered mumbling...it must someone with a mouthful of chitterlings]
14.
Flower Punk 02:43
Met you at a concert, looked so good my eyes hurt Saw you drinking java; smoking marijuana 'Round the legs, striped nylons, giving me a hard on Pretty as a white dove, dressed up like a flower punk I want to talk to you Or say hello to one of your friends And tell them that I like or shirt Oh, would you like to roll in the dirt? Give me a phone number, something to remember Like a certain color. Do you have a lover? Tell me if you like wine, give me a truthful line Don't give me one that's lame; just give me your own name Hand in hand Or say hello to one of your friends And touch you long black silky hair Oh, please don't run; please, don't be scared I wanna call I wanna see I wanna say hello Please, don't say no My flower punk...
15.
Going down to Louisiana With ten cents of nickles in my pocket Heading on down to New Orleans To get me a bottle of stuffin' Takin' my mask I have in hand Makin' myself a profit Gearing all up for Mardi Gras I noticed the puppets aloft Shakin' my Voodoo Ass... Headin' on down to Louisiana With ten cents of nickles in my pocket

about

This started out as a TR0LL album. The idea was that Brian and I were suppose to record 15 songs each and, at the end, the tally result should be an average of each track being about 2:30 minutes in length. That way, we could fit 30 tracks into one disk.

Well, as it turns out, I did all my songs in, literally, one evening. I started at like 7 pm and ended just before dawn. Everything was completely improvised. Brian, being beat down from working at a music department store, was burnt out anything having to do with music at the time and did not want to record. So, the album was left unfinished for over a decade. It wasn't till about a couple years ago, that I said "The hell with it!" and switch the artist title over to my solo portfolio. Here is the "finished" product...

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released September 15, 2000

Written, recorded and produced by Michael Hasenfang
Recorded @ Sh*t Sound Studio, Madison, WI
(c) 2000 Hasenmusic

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HASENFANG Boise, Idaho

I've been writing lyrics since the late 80's and making albums since the early 90's. Now living in Boise, Idaho at the moment.

NOTE: If I purchased your album for $1, take no offense, I'm broke and I just do that to hopefully increase your site views; cause I like your tunes.

Cheers,
Hasenfang
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