Sticking to a philosophy of never repeating themselves, their 3rd album "Hit You With Your Own Fantastic" is a pop voyage through a fun house of anomalous sardonic themes and millennial anthems.

10 MP3 Songs in this album (42:21) !
Related styles: Rock: American Underground, Pop: Synth Pop, Mood: Quirky

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The Globs
Hit You With Your Own Fantastic

Recorded all over the place between April, 2008 - August, 2011
Engineered by Derek Demulling, Richard Marr, Jerry MacDonald, and Jonathan Hutchins

Mixed by Derek Demulling

Mastered by Jeff Lipton at Peerless Mastering, Boston, MA
Assistant Mastering Engineer: Maria Rice
Photography © 2009 Mike D
Artwork design and layout by Jonathan Hutchins

The Globs are Jonathan Hutchins, Derek Demulling, Dave Erickson, and Linda Hutchins

© & â 2011 The Globs
All songs published by Bat House Music (ASCAP)
"Don't Stop, Dave" published by Bat House Music (ASCAP) / The Parking Boy Collection (ASCAP)

All rights reserved. Unauthorized duplication is a violation of applicable laws.



I Hate the 21st Century

I hate electric light
I hate the motor cars
I hate mass transportation
I hate miracle cures

I hate great leaps in science
I hate the internet
I hate electric toasters
I hate the laundromat

I hate the twenty-first century
I hated the twentieth too
I know I won't be here for the next one
If I were I'm sure I'd hate that one too

I hate special offers
I hate my telephone
I hate the Wall St. Journal
I hate being informed

I hate the rich and famous
I hate Anheuser-Busch
I hate the president
I hate the next president too

(chorus)

I hate the government
I hate democracy
I hate the socialists
I hate bureaucracy

I hate the global village
I hate the IMF
I hate nuclear fission
I hate this war

(chorus)

(repeat chorus)

Words and music by Jonathan Hutchins
Synthesizer theme by Derek Demulling

Jon: lead vocals, electric guitar
Derek: synthesizers
Linda: bass guitar, vocals
Dave: drums

Engineered by Richard Marr at Galaxy Park Studios, Derek Demulling, and Jonathan Hutchins



Happy to be Alive

I'm so happy to be alive
It's so easy for me to survive
I'm so pleased every day that
I give myself a big high-five

Praising the Lord for cash is my noble trade
You'd be astounded by the money I've made
I love my Savior and the GOP too
They've both been splendid sources of revenue

Lord Jesus was the first American
I know that God is a Republican
I hate those faggots can I get an amen?
Gimme an amen

I'm so happy to be alive
'Cause I've got Jesus Christ on my side
Tinky Winky is gay and
God will make him pay for his crimes

Got rich on oil, then I was VP
All in all, I'd say I've done quite splendidly
With Halliburton I plundered with zeal
War profiteering and fat Enron deals

I shot my buddy in the face last year
The war on terror was a great career
I'm not a pirate I'm a privateer
I'm a privateer

I'm so happy to be alive
'Cause it's peaches and cream all the time
I've had very good luck
Patrick Leahy go fuck yourself blind

Impartial broadcasts fill me with disdain
I am the modern-day Citizen Kane
Ten thousand stations are airing my stuff
I'm foxy foxy but you can't get enough

My media empire is without a peer
We make it sound like what you wanna hear
We'll make the ugly truth disappear
Watch it disappear

I'm so happy to be alive
'Cause I'm biased and I'm nationwide
You'll believe what I tell you
Who cares if I'm selling you lies?

I'm so happy to be alive
I've got all the big guns on my side
Yes of course it's all true
There's nothing I won't do to survive

Words and music by Jonathan Hutchins

Jon: lead vocals, electric guitar
Derek: 12-string electric guitar, vocals
Linda: bass guitar
Dave: drums, more cowbell

Engineered by Richard Marr at Galaxy Park Studios, Derek Demulling, and Jonathan Hutchins



Don't Stop, Dave

Remember when we slept over?
No, I suppose you probably don't
You lay with us like a lover
With distinctly unfriendly overtones

We had to hold you down tightly
While letting you spit and curse at me
We don't take your anger lightly
But Dave go to sleep

Don't stop doing that beat change
Don't stop, Dave don't stop doing that beat change
Don't stop doing that beat change
Don't stop, Dave

But you wouldn't go down easy
You ranted and raved and rolled your eyes
We tried to take you seriously 'cause
Painkillers and whiskey never lie

If life is a grand illusion
Then why do we rage and struggle so?
The victims of our confusion
Are always the last to know

Don't stop doing that beat change
Don't stop, Dave don't stop doing that beat change
Don't stop doing that beat change
Don't stop, Dave

Don't look too hard for meaning
No accusations are being made
You were out of your head that evening
But we were partly to blame

Maybe you were right to act that way
Nah, Dave you're fucking insane

Don't stop
Don't stop doing that beat change

Don't stop doing that beat change
Don't stop, Dave don't stop doing that beat change
Don't stop doing that beat change
Don't stop, Dave

Words by Jonathan Hutchins
Music by Jonathan Hutchins, Derek Demulling, Linda Hutchins, and David Erickson

Jon: lead vocals, electric guitar, mouth shaker
Derek: synthesizers, sampler (novachord), electric guitar, vocals, hand drumming, mouth shaker
Linda: bass guitar, vocals
Dave: drums, whippings, disturbing violent temper tantrum

Engineered by Derek Demulling and Jonathan Hutchins



Speed Queen

Born of the night
In the shadow times
She's a dark one, dark one

Perfect of form
Perfect empty mind
She's a cold one, cold one

Shaped and enhanced
By the ruler's hand
She's a fast one, fast one

Keeping the peace
In the border lands
No emotion but the gleam in her cold hunter's eyes

Well she's a speed queen
Yeah she's a speed queen
Well she's a speed queen
Yeah she's a speed queen

Mind the curfew
If you wish to live
She'll be out there waiting

The blade is the
Only gift she gives
And she gives it swiftly

You made a big mistake
Didn't you boy
Vision fades so quickly

Last thing you see
Brings you little joy
As she turns and strides away on mechanical thighs

(chorus)

Words and music by Jonathan Hutchins

Jon: lead vocals, electric guitar
Derek: fuzz bass, organ
Linda: bass guitar, vocals
Dave: drums

John Powhida: vocals

Manchoir: Howard Franklin Jones, III
Webb Sandquist
Cory Rahmberg
Jeff Ellse
John Powhida
Jonathan Hutchins
Dave Erickson

Engineered by Jerry MacDonald, Derek Demulling, and Jonathan Hutchins



Bumblebee

Blind and groping in the dark
And hoping for a spark
Or glimmer of illumination
Peering through a dusky glass
Mysterious shapes pass
To and fro as if in a dream

Why is it so hard
To see things as they really are?

In the land of the blind they say
The one-eyed man is king
That may be so, the one thing I know is
I really can't see a thing

Have I always been this way?
It's hard to really say
This fog is both before and behind me
The past has been obscured
And the future is unsure
All that remain are tiny glimpses laterally

I would like to be
An astronaut or a bumblebee
I'd fly around all day
Free of the laws of gravity

Maybe one day I will see
The chains that shackle me
And on that shining impossible day
I will finally be free
Or maybe I've got it all wrong
And vision is too strong
And in the land of the seeing confusion is king
There's just too much going on

Words and music by Jonathan Hutchins

Jon: lead vocals, electric guitar
Derek: synthesizers, electric guitar
Linda: bass guitar
Dave: drums

Engineered by Jerry MacDonald, Derek Demulling, and Jonathan Hutchins



What's Your Demographic?

Say that's an awfully sharp pair of pants you're wearing
I'd love to know just where you bought them from oh-oh-oh
I didn't know that Gap made pants so rad no-no-no
An Indonesian miracle

What's your demographic?
Whatever's in this week with your new clique
What's your demographic?
Your taste is so elastic, ooh-ooh
What's your demographic?

You've got an iPod
20,000 songs inside it
What do you have in there to share online oh-oh-oh?
When you're jammin' out in front of the bus station oh-oh
Are you bathed in vibrant glowing neon light oh-oh-oh?

What's your demographic?
Afraid to be bombastic
What's your demographic?
You say Top 40 swill just makes you sick
What's your demographic?
You don't know why you like what you like anymore
What's your demographic?
You bought it with a mouse click woo-hoo
What's your demographic?

Do you do the Dew, and if you do, do you do doo-doo?

You're such a hipster
Got such a sense of style
You crazy counter-culture icon, you oh-oh-oh
Did you get it at Goodwill or at Hot Topic oh-oh?
Did you lay it out the night before?

What's your demographic?
You try to be sarcastic
What's your demographic?
To look like you don't care is half the trick
What's your demographic?
One in a million, now there's a million and one
What's your demographic?
You're so iconoclastic ooh-ooh
What's your demographic?

Baby I'm out of my mind in these times I can't find enough rhymes in these lines to opine on these crimes

What's your demographic?
Your mind is being raped yet you're apathetic
What's your demographic?
Why doesn't all this crap you're buying make you sick?
What's your demographic?
Your decisions are completely automatic
What's your demographic?
You're all wrapped up in plastic ooh-ooh
What's your demographic?

Words and music by Jonathan Hutchins

Jon: lead vocals, electric guitar
Derek: electric guitar, vocals
Linda: bass guitar, vocals
Dave: drums

Engineered by Derek Demulling and Jonathan Hutchins



Wonder Drug

Do you ever get the feeling your life is going grey?
No matter how you try you can't chase those clouds away
We are so excited about our happy news, a breakthrough
An elegant solution has been found especially for you

It's exactly just the thing you need
Don't be fooled by cheap imitations or inferior medications
Total satisfaction guaranteed
Two of these will fix you up forever it's a change for the better

All you wanna do is sleep the time away
And all the little pleasures have drained out of your days
It is our belief that surely you deserve some relief
We are proud to offer you the gift of rest for eternity

You don't have to wait for your reward
Don't delay, act now, take advantage of this special one-time-offer
You are justified in wanting more
You're a sensitive person and you have a right not to suffer
Why not chart a course for tranquil shores?
Cast aside your fears and frustrations on a permanent vacation

Side effects will commonly include
Numbness in the extremities and a loss of motor function
Certain complications may ensue
Women who are pregnant or nursing may wish to consult a doctor
Blindness, deafness, and incontinence
Needn't be a cause for concern, it means the medicine is working
Effectiveness 100
Sweet oblivion is just a phone call away, call today

Words and music by Jonathan Hutchins

Jon: lead vocals, electric guitar, claps
Derek: electric guitar, vocals, sampler (piano), synthesizer, tambourine, shakers, claps
Linda: bass guitar, vocals
Dave: drums

John Powhida: vocals

Engineered by Derek Demulling and Jonathan Hutchins



I Don't Believe in Kittens

I can't believe it's true
It was only last night, only last night I heard the news
I know all things must end
But it makes me sad and it makes me angry 'cause we were friends

I don't believe in kittens
I can't believe they're real
I don't believe in kittens
Somehow I can't stand the way they make me feel
The way they make me feel

I'll never understand
What made you do it, made you do it. Was it all planned?
How can I ask you why?

When you didn't even take the time to say goodbye
It's foolish to feel this way
You must have felt so alone you must have been so afraid

I don't believe in kittens
I can't believe they're real
I don't believe in kittens
Somehow I just fail to see the big appeal
I don't see the appeal

I will remember you
The way I saw you last night, saw you last night...nobody knew
I'll miss you secretly
'Cause you're still around but you're gone forever
Still around but gone forever, gone forever, gone forever

I don't believe in kittens
I can't believe they're real
I don't believe in kittens
Somehow I can't stand the way they make me feel

I don't believe in kittens
I can't believe they're real
I don't believe in kittens
Somehow I just fail to see the big appeal
I don't see the appeal

Words and music by Jonathan Hutchins

Jon: vocals, electric guitar
Derek: sampler (novachord, orchestral strings, piano)
Linda: bass guitar
Dave: drums

Engineered by Derek Demulling, Richard Marr at Galaxy Park Studios, and Jonathan Hutchins



Monkey Sense Something Wrong

Monkey think that everyone is his friend
Monkey never think that this is the end
Monkey laugh and play at silly monkey game
Monkey make mistake and monkey ashamed
To be just a silly monkey amusing but subhuman

Monkey sense something wrong and monkey right
Chop chop and monkey die without a fight
Monkey sense something wrong and monkey right
Chop chop and monkey go into the night

Monkey do his best to please everyone
Monkey really only want to have fun
Monkey only acting like monkey should
Monkey never know his brain taste so good
He squirm and grin deliciously his brain paste have such good taste

Monkey sense something wrong and monkey right
Chop chop and monkey die without a fight
Monkey sense something wrong and monkey right
Chop chop and monkey go into the night

Requiem aeturnum
Requiem aeturnum

At the table monkey think it's his chance
Everybody watch him caper and dance
Monkey let them put his head in the hole
Eat brain from monkey skull bowl

Monkey sense something wrong and monkey right
Chop chop and monkey die without a fight
Monkey sense something wrong and monkey right
Chop chop and monkey go into the night

(repeat chorus)

Words and music by Jonathan Hutchins

Jon: lead vocals, electric guitar, bass guitar, snaps
Derek: electric guitar, prepared guitar, ebow, synthesizer, vocals
Linda: vocals

Requiem mass: Jenny Curtis: soprano
Linda Hutchins: alto
Bill Paulson: baritone

Mark Chenevert: tenor saxophone solo

Jenny Curtis: trumpet
Jonathan Curtis: alto saxophone
Bill Paulson: alto saxophone
Barb Curtis: tenor saxophone
Linda Hutchins: tenor saxophone
Peter Curtis: trombone
Jon Curtis: baritone saxophone, tenor saxophone

Engineered by Derek Demulling and Jonathan Hutchins
Drum programming by Derek Demulling



Over My Head (feat. John Powhida)

*This is a cautionary tale about a friend of mine
Who woke up one morning to a real bad time
Had some trouble with his pants, or so he said
But the real shit started when he went back to bed*

*(repeat verse)*

I woke up this morning, tried to put on some pants
But pulled them right up over my head
I said fuck these pants and took them off again
And then I went right back to bed, to bed

Ah-oh...

I fell asleep and had a terrible dream
It was a crazy bloody fucked up scene
From the Good Book about the end of days
Listen to those awful trumpets play!

And then a beast with seven horns came out of the sea
And he fixed his evil eyes on me
And I said AHH!, and I ran
Diddle-little-little-little-little-little-ly

So I ran faster but he caught up with me
And I knew he was my master 'cause I could see that
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

And then the moon turned to blood and locusts filled the sky
Just like these creepy visions filling my head
And I woke up screaming and began to cry
And then I fell right out of bed and hit my head

Ow...

*He put his pants on again and this time he did it right
Reached into his pocket and what did he find?*
It was a handful of percs for my aching head
Goddamn, I said, I'm never going back to bed

Stupid falsetto
Never, ever
I'm never going back to bed
Never, ever

So, I washed it all down with a swig of cheap wine
And I called up my shorties 'cause it's party time
I got a forty in one hand and a forty in the other
And now I'm drinkin' forties out of both hands, motha

I woke up this morning, tried to put on my pants
I guess you already heard that line
But now the house is rocking and I'm getting tight
And generally having a good time

I woke up this morning, tried to put on some pants
But pulled them right up over my head
I said fuck these pants and took them off again
And then I went right back to bed, to bed

Ah-oh...

I got a forty in one hand and a shorty in the other
I think I'm gonna need a couple more hands, brotha
*Oh Jesus, you know, maybe if you hadn't driven to New Hampshire
On Memorial Day, for beer, you wouldn't have put your pants on your head*

*What's the big deal, brotha?
And then you left all the bacon out
Bacon doesn't keep forever
It was my bacon to leave out*

Words and music by Jonathan Hutchins

John: lead vocals (above, denoted by *)
Jon: lead vocals, electric guitar, bass guitar, drums, tambourine, claps

Derek: sampler (novachord, string machine)
Linda: vocals

Engineered by Jonathan Hutchins and Derek Demulling



Super thanks to Katrina Demulling, Jon Curtis, Barb Curtis, Jonathan Curtis, Bill Paulson, Jenny Curtis, Peter Curtis, Wayne Hutchins, Connie Hutchins, John Powhida, Mark Chenevert, Mrs. Eris Thompson, Jerry MacDonald, Mike D, Howard Franklin Jones III, Jeff Ellse (for being on every Globs album cover so far), Cory Rahmberg, and Webb Sandquist

Superduper thanks to the Bat House ghost, Lt. Commander Worf, Hurricane Irene, and Briggs & Stratton for the finest generators in the world