Pet Sounds

by Scape White

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"Pet Sounds" is Scapie's first album, written and recorded as part of his studies at London's prestigious Rock Institute of Rock.

For details on the whys and wherefores of each song's creation, click on each individual track. You'll also find the lyrics there, in case his speech impediment is making them unclear.

Take this freely, and rock it where ever you go.

Oh, and if you download the whole album you get BONUS TRACKS.

For more information on Scape White, his interactions with the Rock Institute, and his general life as a cat/celebrity, we draw your attention to the podcast "Cast In Wax" at wax-work.com.

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released September 21, 2013

All music and vocals performed by Scape White & Jordan D. White

All songs written by Scape White & Jordan D. White
Except:
"Silent All These Years" written by Tori Amos
"Touch of Grey" written by Jerry Garcia & Robert Hunter

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Cast In Wax New York, New York

My name is Jordan D. White. I do the podcasts Cast In Wax and Sailor Business, play ukulele, and work at Marvel Comics. It's Fun!

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Track Name: Rolododododo
Once upon a time there was a monster called Rolododododo
He was so cute everybody would like him but they don't know
How cute he is, no no, how cute he is, oh yeah,
He's Rolododododo and he's good, he's my friend.

He was swimming in the ocean just looking around at all of the seagulls
He said "I don't know what those birds are, perhaps they are eagles."
They weren't eagles, they were seagulls, and he said, "I think I'll pursue them. "
And that's what he did, he followed those little seagulls

And he went up on the land that used to be Japan
And he said "Hey, my name is Rolododododo!"

There's never been anybody like Rolododododo, no

So Rolododododo went up on the land of Japan
And he squashed everything that was around, he squashed everything that he found
He just kept walking on the stuff and crushing it
And it was not a big deal, cause there was no people there, coincidentally

Then he went to Asia, I mean the rest of Asia
And he started walking on everything there
The problem was there was people there
They were not too happy with Rolododododo, no, no, no, no, no, no

The people cried and the people screamed and he didn't know what they mean
He said "I don't understand you, I only speak monster talking,
So I'll keep on walking, and squishing, and squishing, and keep on walking
Following seagulls, might be eagles, I don't think they're eagles but they might be eagles."

And he got to Europe, and he telled them
"Hey, everybody! My name is Rolododododo!"

I've never met anybody like Rolododododo, no
There's never been anybody like Rolododododo, no no no

There was never anybody, not like Rolododododo, no no

So he kept on walking and killing people
But he didn't know that he was killing people
So he really isn't evil, no

In a real sense he was ignorant of all the danger he caused
With his giant paws he would squish on your jaws
When you opened them to scream cause he was just so scary, man

Have you seen him? He's so deadly
You should be glad that you didn't see him
If you saw him, you'd probably be dead cause he would step on you

He just wants to follow those seagulls
He thinks they're really pretty when they're flapping their wings
If I saw those seagulls I might tell them
"Don't you know you got a big monster following you?"

Don't you know you got a monster following you?
Don't you know you got a monster following you?
You just think that you're flying, but
Don't you know you got a monster following you?

Don't you know you got a monster following you?
Don't you know you got a monster following you?
You just think that you're flying, but
Don't you know you got a monster following you?

Don't you know you got a monster following you?
Don't you know you got a monster following you?
Keep on flying, you just keep flying, but
Don't you know you got a monster following you?

You got a monster following you!
You got a monster following you!
Don't you know you got a monster?
A monster's following you, the monster follow you.

Don't you know you got a monster?
Don't you don't don't know got a monster?
There's a monster, that's the monster
There's a monster following you named...

Rolododododo is the monster,
He's following you, his name is Rolododododo

When Rolododododo got to Washington, DC
Somebody shot him in the eye with a gun, that kind of annoyed him
He said "I don't like being shot in the eye with a gun, that kid of annoys me.
Who shot me? Who shot me? Who dares shoot my face?"

"Rolododododo is my name and I'm getting kind of upset at you.
I think I'm gonna kill you and you will have to say 'Rolododododo.'"

There's never been anybody like Rolododododo, no
There'll never be anybody but Rolododododo, no
The only person alive is Rolododododo, yeah
Track Name: Brushing
Neko da tanoshii.
Shimetta gohan ni aru.
Soshite ha o migaku wa ii da mo!
Brushing is very good!
Brushing is very good!

Brushing, brushing, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Brushing, brushing, brushing kitty cat!
Oh, yeah!

Inaya no atari ni keshoudai ni iru,
Watashi no kikubari o motsu.
Ue ni keshoudai ni burashi, soshite...
Brushing is very good!
Brushing is very good!

Brushing, brushing, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Brushing, brushing, brushing kitty cat!
Oh, yeah!

Watashi o nazeru wa suki da.
Kushi wa yoroshii da.
Demo burashi o suru wa ichiban da.
Ura ni burashi o shinaide.
Fuka o suru.
Kubi ni burashi o shitte - doko ni suki da.
Sono hoka ni omae o soshaku.

Kitty kitty kitty kitty meow meow meow
Kitty kitty kitty kitty meow meow meow
Kitty kitty kitty kitty meow meow meow
Kitty kitty kitty kitty meow meow meow
Kitty kitty kitty kitty meow meow meow
Kitty kitty kitty kitty meow meow meow
Kitty kitty kitty kitty meow meow meow
Brushing kitty cat!
Oh, yeah!

Katsu, kushi o motte.
Kushi o kosuritsukeru.
Watashi no kushi o suru wa ichiban da...
Brushing is very good!
Brushing is very good!
Yoroshii ja nai!
Brushing is very good!
Hai!
Track Name: Rubik's Heart
I got a conundrum
And I put it to you
Why won’t you just treat me kind?
The root of my problem--
Your heart’s a Rubik’s cube
I can’t make the blocks align
I turn blue to red
Then back again
What the hell—where did that
Orange come from?
I never can solve ‘em
You’ve got a Rubik’s heart
It puzzles me every time

You’ve got a Rubik’s heart
I can’t make those blocks align
You’ve got a Rubik’s heart

I twist and I turn it
The colors never match
I’m going out of my mind
I swear I’ll return it
But never take it back
It’s now a matter of pride
I heard someone say
They found a way
But they just cheated and
Peeled off the stickers
I never will learn it
You’ve got a Rubik’s heart
It puzzles me every time

You’ve got a Rubik’s heart
I’m going out of my mind
You’ve got a Rubik’s heart
It’s a matter, a matter of pride, now
You’ve got a Rubik’s heart

This time I might get it…
This time might be the one
I’ve finished with three whole sides
No, hang on, forget it…
The red got all undone
I swear I’ve gone color blind
This Rubik guy
Is gonna die
If I get my hands on
That god damned bastard
He’s gonna regret it
Making your Rubik’s heart
It puzzles me every time

You’ve got a Rubik’s heart
It’s making me color blind now
You’ve got a Rubik’s heart
I just finished, I finshed three sides
I’m telling you this time,
I finished three sides
You’ve got a Rubik’s heart
Yeah, It puzzles me every time…
Track Name: Merry Christmas (If You're Lucky)
The snow falls outside my window
And all's as quiet as can be
It's midnight... I guess this is Christmas
But there's no Christmas for me
There's no gifts, there's no milk and cookies
No stockings hung up with care
There's no tree, not even a chimney
No way Saint Nick could get there

So, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas
If you're lucky enough to have one
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas
Call me when it's done

I wake up on Christmas morning
And I just wish I was dead
Then I hear some carollers singing
And then I go back to bed
There's no point in getting too festive
Not when there's nobody here
It's alright, I'll be quite well-rested
I might just sleep till new year

So, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas
If you're lucky enough to have one
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas
Call me when it's done

Christmastime is the perfect time
To show someone you care
But I don't see anybody is showing me, so
Where's my Christmas, where?

I don't mean to spoil your Christmas
I know it's precious and good
They call this the season of giving
I'd give my love if I could
This Christmas, I want it so badly
I want to answer the call
But no one will open my presents
So I don't wrap them at all

So, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas
If you're lucky enough to have one
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas
Call me when it's done

I said, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas
If you're lucky enough to have one
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas
Call me when it's done
Track Name: MF
Any time I need you, I know just where you are
Whenever I want you, baby, I know you won't be far
There's only one thing that can fill me with that meaty heft
MF, you're the total MF

I want you every day, I just can't get enough
Anybody who says "have something else," well, I tell you what, they are just too tough, cause
Everything else just leaves me completely bereft
MF, how I want you MF

Everybody who is coming around this place
They don't know how I feel, but they still get up in my face
If they will come between us I'll make them experience death, because
MF, you are my MF

Let me tell you about MF, it is really good
It's the best thing in the whole world, would you give me some? You should.
And I will praise it with my dying breath
MF, you're the total MF

Everybody on the street knows it, everybody in the house, they knows it
Everybody in the world knows it, everybody, everybody knows it
And they know that this one thing really is so def...inite
MF, you're the total MF

What is it about MF? Why do I love it so?
Is it the juice? Is it the meaty bits? I just, I just do not know
It's the one ineffable thing that I refuse to ineff
MF, how I love you, MF

And as we draw to the end, I just want you to realize
I love MF so much I need it on my insides
And now there's only, only two little bites left
MF, mother****ing MF
Track Name: Cat Is Sleeping
I’m a good sleeping cat, so just let me lie
I’ll open your flesh, you make me open my eye
You’ll get the cat scratch fever and you won’t know why
You want to wake me up? You just try

You’re making me mad, I’m tired of taking this crap
Don’t wake me up, no, don’t wake me up
What’s a cat got to do to take a five hour nap?
Don’t wake me up, no, don’t wake me up

Leave me alone, don’t lay a finger on my fur
Cause if you mess with me now, you won’t get no purr
You’re thinking I wouldn’t mind, but don’t be so sure
You see this look on my face? It says do not disturb

You’re making me mad, I’m tired of taking this crap
Don’t wake me up, no, don’t wake me up
What’s a cat got to do to take a six hour nap?
Don’t wake me up, no, don’t wake me up

You say that sleeping all day is something you don’t allow?
It’s called a catnap motherfucker and I’m taking one now
You’re gonna get my hiss instead of my meow
The only reason you should wake me is some moist cat chow

You’re making me mad, I’m tired of taking this crap
Don’t wake me up, no, don’t wake me up
What’s a cat got to do to take a seven hour nap?
Don’t wake me up, no, don’t wake me up
You’re making me mad, I’m tired of taking this crap
Don’t wake me up, no, don’t wake me up
What’s a cat got to do to take a eight hour nap?
Don’t wake me up, no, don’t wake me up
Track Name: Mess On Your Hands
They look so happy, don't you think
You could be them if you tried
So go on on, blend into the crowd
Just drink your fruity Kool-Aid drink
Keep your differences inside
And laugh along, but not too loud

Hey, you're sitting pretty
It's almost like they are your friends
But as you're cracking witty
You know that you're just pretending

So, if you feel like you are popular
No one likes you
And if you feel you're fitting in
Just know that no one understands
And if you feel like you are one of them
They're not like you
And if you feel you're gonna win
You've got a mess on your hands

Turn off your mind and just go numb
And stretch your mouth into a smile
Tell yourself that's how happy feels
Give yourself over to the dumb
If you can keep it up a while
You might convince yourself it's real

Hey, this time you got it
Your lonely days are long behind
Before you take your shot it
Looks like someone should remind you

That if you feel like you are popular
No one likes you
And if you feel you're fitting in
Just know that no one understands
And if you feel like you are one of them
They're not like you
And if you feel you're gonna win
You've got a mess on your hands

But dry your eyes
You don't believe in feelings, anyway
Maybe you should just surrender?

So, if you feel like you are popular
No one likes you
And if you feel you're fitting in
Just know that no one understands
And if you feel like you are one of them
They're not like you
And if you feel you're gonna win
You've got a mess on your hands
So, if you feel like you are popular
No one likes you
And if you feel you're fitting in
Just know that no one understands
And if you feel like you are one of them
They're not like you
And if you feel you're gonna win
You've got a mess on your hands
Track Name: Claws In You
You think that I am just a little innocent tiny little kitty cat
But you will find that I am really quite a vicious animal
Don't look at me that way or I will ask you just what you are staring at
You think I can't hurt you? When I pop my claws I'm gonna show you I can and will

You better watch out
If I don't like your face
I'm gonna get my claws in you

Don't let the fact that I am the cutest thing you ever saw be fooling you
I'm also super tough and dangerous and totally able to kick your butt
I'll use my fangs and my claws and my kick kick kick to be totally schooling you
You're gonna be so flabberghasted you're gonna just be like "What what what?"

You cannot deny
You're gonna be hurting
If I can get my claws in you

Break it down bongo player!
Now triangle.
And the guiro.
Cowbell!
Ride cymbal!
Hi-hat!
Now bring the drums back!
And the vibes!
And bass!

Now you know Scapie is really a kick-ass excellent killing machine
The kind that makes you run away when you see him and you go hide under the bed
But I got a reputation to maintain and I'm not willing to seem
Like I let little cowards like you get away so pretty soon you're gonna be dead

I'm gonna cut you up
If you don't cut it out
Yeah, I will get my claws in you
Then you'll be sorry
That you ever crossed me
Because I got my claws in you
Claws in you
Claws in you
Track Name: Lick the Bowl
You need food just like anyone
Just like anyone who wants to eat and
I want you to have anything
To have anything you want to eat but

It smells so good just now
I only want a little taste
So if you could, somehow
Just leave a little on your plate

And let me lick the bowl
Let me lick the bowl, I'll lick it clean
Let me lick the bowl
Let me lick the bowl is what I mean
And what I say
If you love me in any way
You'll let me lick the bowl

Eat your fill and once you are done
And once you are done, I'll get mine and
Then I will eat up everything
Eat up everything left behind, yeah

Dry food is nice, sometimes
It's crunchy and it's always there
But won't suffice, at times
When food smells linger in the air

So, let me lick the bowl
Let me lick the bowl, I'll lick it clean
Let me lick the bowl
Let me lick the bowl is what I mean
And what I say
If you love me in any way
You'll let me lick the bowl

SOLO

Just put it down right there
Where I can reach it on the floor
I'll tongue it round, you'll swear
It's cleaner than it was before

You let me lick the bowl
Let me lick the bowl, I'll lick it clean
Let me lick the bowl
Let me lick the bowl is what I mean
And what I say
If you love me in any way
You'll let me lick the bowl
Track Name: Call of Cthulhu pt 1 - The Horror In Clay
Of all the mercies mankind is shown
The best, by far, is what's not known
For with all our scientific decadence
We still fortunately live in placid ignorance
We don't see the patterns and we don't correlate
And hopefully we won't until it's far too late
For the danger we live in is oh so great
If you knew the truth you'd find
You'd surely lose your mind

Believe you me, I know all too well
I have learned that truth, but I'll never tell
What I found in the notes of Professor Angell
And no one else will know
Of the thing from long ago...

George Gamell Angell was his name, Great-uncle George, to me
Professor of Semitic languages at Brown University
He died while walking home at the age of ninety-three
With no children, his estate was my responsibility
Most of his papers were quite benign
And the AAS will publish them in time
But there was one box he kept locked up tight
And within that box, I found the strangest sight

Some sort of bas-relief sculpted in inch-thick clay
With writing on the base, who knows what it could say
Above that, some sort of creature it did show
An octopus-dragon-man-thing, I don't know
And the disjointed ramblings and cuttings inside
Who knew what sort of maddening secrets they'd hide
What terrible truths they might avow
Not I, of course—but I know now

“Cthulhu Cults” – that's what it said at the top
“Cthulhu Cults” – if I could I would stop
Myself from reading more
Than I read before
I read “Cthulhu Cults”

The screed began telling the tale
Of the horror in clay, for which words fail
The thing he'd placed within the box
Was sculpted by Henry Wilcox
An artist whose talent, it seems
Accompanied the strangest dreams
He'd sculpted the sculpture at once upon waking
Recalling as best as he could in his mind
The Cyclopean vistas he'd found quite breathtaking
Although he'd been happy to leave them behind

To my uncle he'd brought the slate
To see if he could help translate
The runes he'd written at the base
Which he'd seen in that other place
The place whose angles seemed to be
Governed by strange geometry
My uncle could not help him with the translation
At least so he'd told him until he had heard
That the artist had dreamed a chaotic sensation
Which somehow resolved itself into the words
“Cthulhu F'tagn”

The phrase left my uncle amazed
For him it held some notoriety
He plead that if only Wilcox said
He'd membership in some secret society
He'd never speak a single word
The sculptor called the thought absurd

Yet Uncle Angell wouldn't quit
And coerced Wilcox to agree
To make a regular visit
Recounting all his nightly dreams
And following were pages filled
With views of dark and dripping stone
With burning air that somehow chilled
With garbled voice in monotone
Yet in those pages dense with words
A certain pair clearly recurred
“Cthulhu” “R'lyeh”
“Cthulhu” “R'lyeh”

One day--Wilcox didn't come
My uncle called to find he'd been struck with delirium
They'd say...Henry had gone mad
Ranting of this giant creature from the dreams he'd had
As he'd describe the creature's lumber
He'd work himself into a frenzy
Then fall down deep into a slumber]
Night or day, no difference, he
Did this until April 2nd, about 3PM
Then it stopped, he sat up in bed'
Wondered where he was and rubbed his head
And he was fine, that's what all the doctors said

He went back to his daily dream reports
But now the dreams were just the boring sort
With no more that intrigues or that transcends
The journal ends

But that wasn't all my uncle found
He'd somehow spread the word around
Asking of dreams that did confound
All of which occurred
On dates before april the third
From artists and poets these dreams all came
Matching what Wilcox's entries described
On the day he fell ill, many did the same
While others went violently crazy and died.

Finally, there were cutting of news stories
From various places the whole world 'round
Of strange suicides, of voodoo orgies
Of prophetic letters, of strange african sounds
Of white robed cults, Of native tribes growing restless
Of mob scenes in New York, Of mad paintings in Paris
Of prodigious incidents among the insane
All these, and more, of which the articles spoke
And all coming from that exact same timeframe
And all of them ending when Wilcox reawoke

And yet, despite this evidence
I remained wholely unconvinced
I just assumed Wilcox had lied
And set the records all aside
Had it stopped there, I'd never learn
The fate which soon shall come to pass
But through with Wilcox, now we turn
To the tale of Inspector Legrasse