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Kumbaya 96
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Someone farted my Lord, Kumbaya Blah blah blah blah-blah, blah blah blah Blah blah blah blah-blah, blah blah blah Oh Lord, Kumbaya Smells really bad, my Lord, Kumbaya Blah blah blah blah-blah, blah blah blah Blah blah blah blah-blah, blah blah blah Oh Lord, Kumbaya Stains in the underwear, Kumbaya Blah blah blah blah-blah, blah blah blah Blah blah blah blah-blah, blah blah blah Oh Lord, Kumbaya Bleach didn't work, my Lord, Kumbaya Blah blah blah blah-blah, blah blah blah Blah blah blah blah-blah, blah blah blah Oh Lord, Kumbaya Blamed it on the dog, my Lord, Kumbaya (written by Maverick) Blah blah blah blah-blah, blah blah blah Blah blah blah blah-blah, blah blah blah Oh Lord, Kumbaya |
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Credits: Guitar: Tim McDonald Lead vocal: Gail Cross Background vocals: Maverick, Belchmeister, Janice, and Peter Cross Engineering in SF: Jay Bowman Commentary: On July 29, 1996 (Peter Cross' birthday), Gail the Angel and Janice gave Peter Cross a birthday present: an unforgettable night on the beach at San Luis Obispo. While waves crashed, moonlight reflected off the ocean, vast quantities of chardonnay and maryjane were consumed, and our beach fire grew hot with passion, inspiration of the weirdest kind occured. Out of nowhere, we began to sing a song that we all decided was the most revolting folk song ever repeated, and repeated, and repeated to death. And some spotaneous gaseousness on the part of Maverick and Belchmeister caused us to veer off in that particular creative direction. Gail the Angel was the driving force behind the concept, but we all blocked on the last line because we had no idea where we were going with the concept anyway, nor did anyone except Peter care. Peter insisted that the lyrics resolve with a joke, and Maverick stepped up to the plate with the perfect line "blamed it on the dog". We had to blame it on somebody, the dog had no idea what we were up to.....and the dog didn't seem to care. This song is a perfect example of songwriting talent gone off into the twilight zone, and creativity gone wild. The recording session occurred in San Francisco, on the sperm of the moment. Gail and Janice could not stop laughing, and an entire hour of recording time was lost while Janice kept tickling Gail while she tried to sing the lead vocal. Since Peter was paying for the session, he eventually had to get heavy on the girls (which is always LOTS OF FUN with these girls). One hour later, the song was finished, with Peter, Maverick, and Belchmeister throwing in bits of insanity in the background. The track was done live, with Timmy playing along at the same time, so there was no mixing necessary. What we have here is either another farting classic, or another song that the whole world ignores. Either way, WE HAD FUN. |
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