The First Two Albums (Pretty Cut And Dry Title, No Self-Mutilation Pun Intended.. Glad They Are Not His Last Songs)

1. “We have mice”- While typically a thrift-store budget and an account at a whole-sale, sub-Sam’s/Roundy’s-Choice grocery store in a shady part of town is part of a successful indie repetoire, Casiotone-manifested sadness, a job at a movie theatre ticket booth, being alone, and nabbing the free popcorn takes a toll on your floors tolerance for crumbs and missed calls from crushes who are probably too busy self-reflecting in the mirror to see through your messy room and true genius that runs awkwardly parallel to Michael Jacksons best friend “Ben”.

sometimes at night
i watch the mice cross the kitchen floor
i used to think they came from the fireplace
but they come in under the pantry door
i get so close i can touch them all
on the nights i wait up for your call

the landlord asks if we’ve seen ‘em
she’ll set traps, but i just spring ‘em
my roommates say we should kill them all
but they’ll stay up with me
the nights you never call
on those nights you never call

 

 

 

2. “Tonight Was A Disaster”- I don’t believe he was talking about rowdy stadium crowds or busty, tan stalkers by any stretch of the imagination here. I have to believe that in the mind of a decidedly failed film major that all characters and situations are based on himself or humans that he admired but saw sickeningly flawed and base human characteristics that always got in the way of personal progress and happiness. This guy knows his demographic: dance parties, permiscuous sad people, and sweaters… I think they call them hipsters with bad internet connections and regional confinement to some weird place like Philadelphia… Yeah I said it: brotherly love is kind of homosexual in a Jesus styled execution of overt kindness.

you went out with your best sweater on
with every intention of dancing till dawn
but when the dj played that song, it all went wrong
crying in the cabride home
with frank sinatra on the radio
but it might as well have been lil kim
when every song you hear still reminds you of him

and you’ll say that it’s no big deal
but it’s the shake in your voice
that gives it away, how you feel
and you couldn’t slam the door any faster

and you’ll say that it’s no big deal
but it’s the tears on your face
that give away how you feel
and you’ll say tonight
tonight was a disaster

 

3. “Suitcase In Hand”- It would be interesting if this were about constant masturbation, but its nearly implied. I mean you got a handle, some worn down leather, and a motion deactivated, Christian-tight security system that generally gets unlocked with proximity and reassurance of love. This is how I know he is not singing about masturbation. Manages a lovely “hey, hey, hey” when he’s going “bye, bye, bye” and taking notes from the N’Sync “i’m not going to be a fool for you” schtick and spite for the hypocrisy of British tabloid-culture in the enigma that is Kate Moss and a painfully and ironically sad guy is not-alone… Pete Doherty.

Lyrics:

at the station the train is leaving at eight
nothing’s gonna make me stay hey hey
no room for trouble in this old suitcase
nothing’s gonna make me stay hey hey
and i’d call if there was something to say but hey hey hey
nothing’s gonna make me stay hey heyi’d call if there was something to say but hey hey hey
nothing’s gonna make me stay hey hey
and though it would have been a year in may hey hey hey
nothing’s gonna make me stay hey hey

 

4. “Caltrain Song”- This is an interesting song that features railroad-tracked, droning breakbeat that hints at the juxtaposition of technology and the relentless allusions to trains in music as a mass-transit voyage out of proper thought, technology, economic success (record sales), and quizzical sadness: or in lay mans terms: a 21st century thriftily artistic interpretation of life for our youngins. No wonder it’s unpopular.. the truth always is.

Lyrics:

i heard the words come out of my mouth
and i watched your face fall
you turned from me to the window of the train
and you wouldn’t say anything at allthe stations passed us by
and you still wouldn’t look me in the eye
this is regret
this is the 7:10 train into san francisco

the conductor opens the door
and i don’t have a boyfriend anymore

5. “Dying Batteries”- I would like to think Morrissey is a die-hard fan of Casiotone as much as he was of literal death on his entire discography. While by no means a girl-group influenced band, he often makes allusions to the absence of a boyfriend which is a true sign of his role-playing promiscuity and power as a bisexually-innovative storyteller. I’m sure his devout fans are cerebrally interesting, damaged, multicolored, and socially awkward… not to mention virgins. Oh.. and ecstasy come-downs always play a factor in the hip-shit club scene as I’m sure they make this music have more relevance than it already does when you come off the high of the album and the artificial amphetamines, happiness, and music that pretains to its decidedly underscored and eccentrically pleasing reluctance to bring your batteries up to a full-charge. I know quite confidently that he is fueled by The Energizer Bunny but remains his anti-hero lyrically. The only way Casiotone For The Painfully Alone would breakup (it’s one guy) is for artistic differences with anti-depressants.

Lyrics:

i know you’re lying
when you start talking like your batteries are dying
the words get slow
when there are things you don’t want me to know

but before you let the room go to ice
i remind you that the song on the radio is nice
so let’s just listen