The Thing...
One year after the recording of the
Nirass album, Mike and Jim Nickras decided to write and record new material on their own. The songs that came out of these sessions were ultimately compiled into the self titled debut by
Stü Art. Recorded with a less perfectionist approach (note the occasional laughter and regular stumbles), the album laid out the new band's lo-fi style and the role each member would play for the next few albums.
This early version of Stü Art was lyric focused with often minimal instrumentation and a spoken style of vocalization. Writing and song construction was very collaborative, though both Jim and Mike got opportunities to showcase their individual creative voices.
The first Stü Art album existed as a unique physical artifact until the release of the
Fly me a... album, which was duplicated and distributed.
Details...
Performers...
lead and backing vocals, harmonica, acoustic and electric guitars
bass, acoustic guitar, backing and lead vocals, recorder, percussion
Beau Casio :
drums and accompaniment
Credits...
Produced by :
Stü Art
Art Direction :
Mike Nickras & Jim Nickras
Liner Notes...
Recorded at My Room Studios, Troy, Ohio from August through October 1994.
Tracks...
Lyrics
Your a jerk
I don't like you
Your pondscum
I don't like you
And big pink flowers
Yellow garage doors have never killed
dead things
You smile at chickens
I don't like you
Silly, simple, strange
Simple, silly, strange
Strange, simple, silly
You danced with a can, man
Flan, man
Man, man
There's no such thing
I don't like you spunky monkey
En, n, n, n, n, n, d, d, d, d, d
Lyrics
I am watching television
checking out my shows
eating little things from in between my toes
The people are different
than any I know
Always snowing
Ever growing
People crying
Always dying
I don't burn bugs
Or casualize rugs
Simple inconsistencies
Confusing my friend
Always snowing
Never knowing
People crying
Don't like lying
Stupid people who don't make sense
So
I don't know
Don't know them
People are different
Lyrics
(chorus)
The sky is blue, like dirt
He loves her, like dirt
I want to fly, like dirt
Mr. Robin, Mr. Robbing
I need to be free
Do you need me?
Only psychologically
I will be free
(chorus)
Mr. Pencilheadman, Mr. Pencilheadman!
Don't hit me so hard
Do you need this power over me?
Only physically
I will run to be free
One, Two...I like to
Eat you
Be true to your life
But I must destroy to
Have my power
(chorus)
A/C killed the pigs
Drink up and change those shoes
What's your sign, baby?
Only very diply
I will be free
Lyrics
I'm bonerfied
It's OK
I must say
Cause you're nothing more significant
Than at the end
Of a book
What a look
You've been shook
Like a crook
In my glance
At that stage
Won't you fear
What comes near
Seems so queer
That they fear
A deer
In his mirror
That I must say
Went that way
Stupid rhyme
Like that dime
Bonerfied
Lyrics
Here comes Mr. PC compatible
Goodbye to E
He'll push you down
And spit in your face
Get up 2
You worthless metal
Plastic
Thing
What's a matta
Can't play the Rom
You is weak
Got nothin' to say
You don't have 540k's
Here comes mr. PC, mr. PC...
Lyrics
Let's go worship the sink, yea yea
Maybe it'll explain my death, yea yea
Or write a book
About the world
With clever stories, yea yea
That survive two thousand years
What a ride, yea yea
Oh, magic sink
Guide the way
I haven't outgrown you
Archaic, pathetic drive, yea yea
Thought I knew you
Thought you knew me, yea?
So what can you possibly bring to my world
Ignorance and bliss
Damn sink
Lyrics
What's that I heard?
Are they really going to do that?
Another stupid movie
Put that camera down
We just don't wanna see it
I'm just not interested anymore
That kid is a board
Can't read, I guess
Either that or he's dumb
What kind of cute and utterly pathetic
Role can be given to the film's main draw
A trained monkey, spunky
Losers abound
And I would expect to see you there
Palula Bell takes skunky to the lake
And entertains the weight afflicted children
And look
That sperm whale farted
What a riot
It'll be a hit for sure
Lyrics
Eating in the kitchen
Urinating in the latrine
All I see is a glaring
It hates you
It hates me
Please tell us why radio
I got guns in my closet
Razors in my shoes
Plastic in my brain
Yellow yellow goo
Please don't sink my ship
I'll have nowhere to turn
And my ear will fall off
It hates you
It hates me
Please tell us why shoeless Joe
This cow is melting
Bigger and bigger
So drink down and on
Let's go harass a rabid bear
We can throw jars and cans
So get off that love seat and get dead
Please tell us why Gilbert King of the
headless Dans
Lyrics
The five minute song
The five minute song
This is the story of a small, little man
And his journey to hell
He hurt his finger
Slammed it in the door
Hell is happy, small village
Happy I say
Four minutes to go, in the
It only takes five to write this song
Four minutes to go, in the
It only takes five to write this song
The chorus of this song
I swear it won't take long
The chorus of this song
It really does sound wrong
I write quickly
Three minutes to go, I made the mistake
I gave this song a time frame
A couple minutes remain in this
Time frame of mine
It won't take long to record
I swear I wrote it in fewer than five
Or maybe the other guy
Fewer than five, fewer than five, fewer
Chorus of this song
I swear it won't take long
It really does sound wrong
Lyrics
Everybody's dead
Sort of, I think, bite me, if it ain't
A lotta people dead
Sort of, you think?, where am I
If I ain't
Who told you, Who cares?, I ain't
This song sucks
Ffffffff.........
Do de do de dooo.....
Happy fun thing, It's all we ever do
Nobody's really dead
We were just kidding
That would suck, these lyrics suck
We kind of suck
Oh well, Happy fun thing, sort of
You is Buccaneer, me you
Pepe and string, pearls, and ass
I get picture
Sort of totally learned
I think, bite me, who cares, you suck
We suck, everything sucks
Well, not really, sort of
Who cares
Or something
Lyrics
All we do is nothing
Saw you just the other day
You were doing nothing
Wondering what nothing's all about
While shoot a deer
(chorus)
People always thinking too much about nothing
When there's probably something to think about
Oh well, that rules
Drink another beer Chris
Lies, lies, lies
I like to tell the truth
I'm the goddess of the monkeys
And your nothing but a junior cowtipper
Everybody come and sing about it
It's the biggest hootenanny ever
Uh, duh, duh, ah, ah, oo oo wa
It's absolutely nothing
Yeah, oo wa oo oo wa
(chorus)
Stü Art, guardian of the lost condiment
Everybody louder, louder, louder
Take it away Beau
Lyrics
Smile! Hummingbird swooping for the light
Soaring in the night, flying for some plight
Slinking among the posts for
Something is wasting my time
Quietly riding the storm with
Quick strokes of wind
The tree of knowledge is my friend
He is yours, too
While you crush his soul
And beat out thy brains
Lack of knowledge is its problem now
I see it on the floor
Seeping into the cracks
Ignorance is his, the tree
And time
Do I not think of simple things
Difficult to comprehend
Speech of ages...gone
From crushing defeat
My mind sees yours upon the floor
Why! I even doubt that you're
comprehending
My words
Why! You may be dying
I think you're gone
Time...time...time