Who can take a misty raindrop

Shovel in some bovine stool

Tickle-me chords on the piano

Blow it out yer didgeridoo

Accidentally occidental

Can ya cover up the king of the jews

Please!

Welcome to pancakes for the ingrates

Would you lend me your attention

Divide it into left and right

Did you think this would last forever

It will if we just keep up the fight

Fry ‘em up in every color,

Of beige and pink and white

Yum!

All shades of pancakes for the ingrates

And the people cried

Hold me hold me rock me till sun rise

Rock me till supper even

Lookit here folks nothing to see go back home

Go home!

See me, love me, save me, lookit I’m dyin’ here

I’m DYYYYYYYIN’!

Join them singing

Show me show me Know me know me

Hold me in your gaze

Scold me scold me Told me told me

Thou wert the only way

Where are all my friends and family

Little sister done chased ‘em away

Whun it ‘posed to be big bruddha

Little sister blew big brother away

Oh wow ain’t that a bitch sir

Why Yessir she certainly is

Still this guy’s got pancakes for the ingrates

A nameless tree grows in the desert

Nary a soul in sight

Pray for rain, pray for rainbows

The storm is passing over tonight

Mangos kiwis bananas, sing it till ya get it tight

Kiwi, kiwi, kiwi

Roll up those pancakes with the ingrates

And the people sang

Hallelujah, Hare Krishna

Krishna Rama baby

Holy Holy Holy

Holy Shit

Holy mother fucking shit!

All is sacred, all is sleazy it’s just that easy

Sleazy pleazey

Show me show me , know me know me

Hold me in your gaze

Scold me scold me, ya told me told me

Thou wert the only way

And then, just when all hope was lost, a parade of monks arrived

Heralding a brand new day

Turning our pills into skills, and our pancakes into panache

Placentae ad ingrati

Placentas ingrati

Amantes sunt amentes

Lovers are crazy

Lovers are lunatics

Some folks don’t know how good they got it

Surely you don’t mean me

Sold their oranges for sleazy pancakes

Sniffed ‘em in our olfactory

Ten thousand hours of ther’py

In a single night of cakes and syr’py

Three cheers for pancakes and the ingrates

Hip Hip Hooray hooray hooray

Hip hip hooray hooray hooray

No Thanks for the Cakes!

This is the first Neon Belly Records song release of my new fantasy band, Pancakes for Ingrates (which will get its own website when the first album is complete). It is also the very first bit of music to come out of the entire Static Method process consisting of 5 rituals. It proves that I can make album ready rock throughout the day, any time of day even while working a demanding 50 hour per week day job as a psychotherapist. Many of us have such songs locked up inside us. The Static Method unchains the melody.

You can trace music on this site throughout the static-method process. For example this song, Jangle, started out as a Groove… during Ritual 1. Then it progressed into becoming a Scratch Song in Ritual 2. It finally progresses to rituals 3, 4, and 5 which transform it into a radio-ready song.

Jangle

She’s got a sound that she makes when she walks through the front porch door

And she laughs in the face of darkness when she parks it on the market floor

I’ve got a feeling that she just might turn

A steeling that you’ve got to earn

Try it so you might discern a signal on the chain

Well it’s hard to explain

Just allow a man to cuss and complain

There’s a crack in my back

And I hope that you can give it some slack

Yeah

He’s got a burden for Churchill a regular OFG

And he won’t abide all the lies and he sure as hell won’t bend the knee

I’ve got a feeling that it’s gonna burn

All the cheaters are about to learn

A fetus in the fern confirms the jangle on the chain

Well it’s hard to explain

And if I do I might just cuss and complain

There’s a crack down my back

But you don’t have to give me no slack

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah

We got a tangle the signal is a jangle

Help me find my way home

Well it’s hard. To Explain. Won’t you ‘low a man to Cuss ‘n Complain?

Don’t listen to this. Move directly to the finished mix down on Jangle by Neon Belly.