Young Coconut Song Lyrics

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Young Coconut is a Canadian musician and part of the Fauxtown Records crew.  He has written many songs over the years, and this page is dedicated to the lyrics in those songs.  Songs are listed in alphabetical order, and commentary is provided by YC himself.


Song: Apple Betty

Album: On Sound Stage Mountain

Lyrics:

Apple Betty when will you be ready to go steady with me?

I dig your locust cloak and your molasses cane and your thirteen hour day

Apple betty when will you be ready to go steady with me?

i dig your locust cloak and your molasses cane and your thirteen hour day

all the boys on the block you never punch their clocks you sail off to Taiwan or Taipei

i dig your locust cloak and your molasses cane and your thirteen hour day

oh this is heavy, but girl i’m ready

this ain’t no childhood puppy love

Apple Betty my love

well she be squeezin’ screws and she be screwin’ you…bet ya don’t even know

when your brew explodes the brewmasters know and they’re not laughing period

all she has is all she needs and all she needs is a couple’a seeds

a tobacco attack in some part of the world…straight outta hormones but stacked with the C’s yeah

don’t you worry, there’s no hurry

pick up the bill, i got the slack

apple betty, come back!

boo doot doo

a grin turns to a growl

Commentary:  I thought I wrote these lyrics, but now I’m thinking that everyone kind of chipped in.  I know Jason came up with the Apple Betty thing, cause I’d never heard of that dessert before.  I think Phil came up with the “stacked with the C’s” part, or he at least encouraged it.  As it happens, not much thought was given to what any of these lyrics mean, but I was trying to write stuff that balanced off the cuteness of the song with something darker.  I think these were all conjured up within the same day, in order that the song have stuff to sing.  This song could have been a theme song to a cartoon, but now, with the lyrics it has, it never will, unless it’s on Adult Swim.  I like how the lyrics hint at the song being cute, but generally speaking, the lyrics are rather fucked.  I remember we thought it was funny that Taipei is the capital of Taiwan, but we refer to them separately as if they’re two different locations. lol.


Song: Bad & In Jail

Album: Unreleased

Artist: Childebeast

Lyrics:

Alright not mine now

Alright not mine now

Alright not mine now

Alright not mine now

Mmm

Mmm mmm mmm mmmm

Alright not mine now

Alright not mine now

Alright not mine now

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ohhhh

The breeze is like a lady’s breath

Smellin’ like lime in the sea and salt flats

And reminding me about when I lived for a year on a whale

on a whale, on a whale

My mind was a mess then

But I had a few friends from back when

And I’ve been meaning to visit

So I came back through the desert like like

Coming home again to the grey skies

Nappy beards and lazy lies

Comin’ home again for the first time

Comin’ home again for the first time

Old poet’s corner had been knocked around

But that wasn’t a change

People there all got their problems

But the problems aren’t all their own

They still play chess for money and for keeps

They still play chess for money and for keeps

They still play chess for money and for keeps

They still play chess for money and for keeps

Got driven out in the cold

Left side of a white frost-bitten road

I watched the cruiser’s tail lights

Red light faux foxes slink out of sight

The breeze is like a lady’s breath

Smellin’ like lime in the sea and salt flats

And reminding me about when I lived for a year on a whale

on a whale, on a whale…

Commentary: Ben van Dyk is responsible for most of these lyrics.  Actually, maybe all of them?  It’s hard to remember, because this song is really, really old and goes back to the guard! days, when we played this song instrumentally on a live to air radio show at the University of Waterloo, to fill time while I think someone changed a string was it?  Anyway, I always recorded everything, and there came a point where I tried to write a song to go with Ben’s bassline, which he might have come up with on the spot and which this song is based around.  So the song that I wrote was on 4-track and sort of sounds like this song, but I think it was when Childebeast came back for the 2nd time that Ben actually came up with lyrics to go with the song, which was in the form of a poem.  It had nothing to do with the lyrics I originally came up with for this song, which went something like, “first comes love, then comes bad, and then in jail”.  No, this was something else, and I never really understood what the hell it was about, but it had kind of cool words, and Phil was game to sing them, so I believe it was him that came up with the melody, and made it all sound a bit reggae-ish or whatever it is.  We have yet to really play this song live much.  Maybe one day.


Song: Bomp

Album: Stand Back

Artist: Young Coconut

Lyrics:

Love bite on my thigh

From the time she was high I prefer to take it

Inside I’m goin’ I’m drinkin’ mo’ bottle mo’ bottle mo’ bottle

Of bourbon, that whiskey, here we go booby show, too drunk, bar hoppin’

I feel mm bad, not ruined she cried just too get what she wants

You do that thing that thing you always do

Crossed that line pulled your only move

You bomp ba ba bomp ba bomp ba ba ba bomp

And bomp bomp bomp ba bomp bom bom bom bomp ba bomp ba bomp bomp

You can suck my bomp ba bom ba ba ba bomp bomp bom bom bom bomp ba bomp ba ba ba bomp

You do that thing that thing you always do bomp bomp bomp

Crossed that line pulled your only move

You do that thing that thing you always do bomp bomp bomp

Crossed that line pulled your only move

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

bommmmmm ohh

So what have we learned, pumpkin eaters?

Getting drunk, getting high and getting horny doesn’t get you much

Those boobies only last a night

They won’t bring you back for more

Cook some tea to nurse that hangover

Christ man get good with God!

Play some cricket make some pie

You’re better tomorrow you’re fucked tonight!

Oh my God what the fuck?

Commentary: This song has really crude lyrics.  That’s the whole point of it.  The guy singing it, he’s supposed to be kind of crazy so I think we were drinking appropriately while recording this song.  Once I thought of calling the song “Bomp”, that was an excuse just to make it more ridiculous and have the guy singing just say these…things.  Although there are two other “voices” in the song, with the chorus being mine and sort of reflecting on the main protagonist, who is clearly drunk and insane.  The last guy is sort of like putting on a fake accent to talk about what we’ve all learned from hearing this song, which I think is pretty much nothing, although he does provide some words of wisdom.  I think those were Eric’s kind of improv’d lyrics at the time, but we kept them.  The lyrics for the verse and the chorus weren’t improv’d because we came up with those melodies, but they were basically given no thought as well.


Song: Death Mask

Album: I Thought You Were Dead

Artist: Childebeast

Lyrics:

Got problems hey maybe you can solve ’em

I’d help but I don’t seem to care

Days are not so very long here

I don’t even wanna make plans

Hair is wild no one can tame it

Gato noire no one can train it

Just admit you can’t contain it

So confusing can’t explain it

Don’t need to die to be dead

Sun is shinin’, our feet in the warm grass

This ain’t no kinda place for you to wear that death mask

She loves to love, the lies that you say like

Two swans patrolin’ the pond every damn day

I held on so tight but I think I just may as well just let it go

I lay back down can’t ever get up

She calls ’em pooches I call ’em pups

We always disagree on the little stuff

Now I know why I be hatin’

She loves to love, the lies that you say like

Two swans patrolin’ the pond every damn day

I held on so tight but I think I just may as well just let it go

I lay back down can’t ever get up

She call ’em pooches I call ’em pups

We always disagree on the little stuff

Now I know why I be hatin’

Commentary: The lyrics of this song have been re-written and tweaked a few times, based on the fact that I didn’t like the old lyrics.  I feel like the song is a bit more coherent than it used, in its first incarnation, which to me seemed slightly more random.  The incoherent lyrics weren’t bad as writing, but lately I’ve been trying to be just a bit more coherent, just so I don’t have to sing completely random wacky lyrics when I sing the song.  I’ve done that enough already.  The title does remain the same for this song – Death Mask – as it once was, and the music is basically the same too, along with the melody.  This was what I’d consider another “abandoned” song, by old bandmates who didn’t stick around or care to finish what they started.  The lyrics do address that, at once both directly and vaguely.  That was somewhat on purpose, I must admit.  The song used to be about…I can’t recall at the moment.  The old lyrics are on some old hard drive probably, along with old versions of this song.  Whatever it was about, it was never a very happy little song.  It still isn’t.  It reflects bitterness, disappointment, and forced indifference though exposure to things beyond your control.  It’s about routine, watching others silly little routines and hating them for it, it’s about people who consciously choose to not enjoy the sunshine, just to fuck with you.  It’s about when people parade around in love, and are so damn smug about it.  All I can say is that I am not usually one who writes in 3/4, and if I’m forced to play in 3/4, I try to make it sound like it’s not 3/4.


Song: Good Streets

Album: On Sound Stage Mountain

Artist: The Approachables

Lyrics: 

not used to working not used to living this way

i’m used to rolling around skinning fruit by myself

i really wish i could go and not look after you

these hairy dreams are ganging up on me

lets talk about some good streets

lets talk about some good streets

lets talk about some good streets

lets talk about some very good streets

back from Leviticus the year 2016

jump up on the counter grab myself a treat

i found a small phone under a false stone

now i can talk to the girls in apartment 15

all we talk about is good streets

lets talk about some good streets

lets talk about some good streets

lets talk about some good streets

lets talk about some very good streets

Commentary:  I whipped these lyrics up very quickly, after writing the instrumental for this song on Marco’s super cheap keyboard back in 2001 when we lived together on Amos Ave.  In fact, I gave practically zero thought to the lyrics of this song, but I did have it in my head that I had to call this song Good Streets, for some reason.  I didn’t think this song would end up on this album, or any album, but once the band played the song all together, I thought it was great.


Song: Hangin’ With The Clones

Album: Stand Back

Artist: Young Coconut

Lyrics:

Won’t you please say hi to that ugly face again

How can you look yourself in the eye on a regular basis, then

Your headache went last night, even they don’t wanna stay in your head

I tried to tow that line, but it turned into my opposite

I can’t know, so I won’t know, and it’s for my own good?  I definitely think so

And if I can’t see it, then I can’t be it

The lights are way too bright, hidin’ in the dark again

Take a staycation, win the world’s smallest lottery

How could you ask for more?  You can’t have more than everything

Tried to tow that line but it turned into my opposite

You’re hangin’ with the clones

You’re hangin’ with the clones

You’re busy all the time, hangin’ with the clones

This time I won’t say bye, I’ll just go

Ooh ooh ohhh

Oooh ohh ooh

Ahh ahh ahh ahh

Ahh ahh ahh ahh

Lyrics: Ah, this song.  It’s a bitter, resentful, and sad song about partly about not liking yourself, but on the other hand, disliking other people because they’re so predictable. I tried to write something that made me feel as sad as “Time After Time” with this song, so that was my musical attempt to do that.  I love that song’s melancholy so much, and it’s just a phenomenal song.  Anyway, with this song, the chorus is more about someone else than me, and how that person seemed to be special and unique at one point, only to transform themselves into just another clone walking around society being completely boring and painfully obvious and predictable.  Sort of like the dual nature of humans, and how they can shift into different people and just completely ignore certain aspects of themselves in order to fit in with the people who are around them at the time.  We all do it, I know, but some of us try slightly harder to be authentic to who we see ourselves as, while others make almost no attempt to have a defined personality, and just sort of slide through life being who they need to be at any given moment to be accepted by others.  To me, you only need to that if you are in some country that operates under martial law.  Then your life depends on behaving a certain way, but I think, if you have a choice and you live in a free land (more or less), why would you ever just set aside what makes you unique in order to fit in with people who aren’t worth the effort?  I guess it’s just easier for some people. 


Song: I Love My Dog

Album: Cemetery Sweets

Artist: The Approachables

Lyrics:

If there’s somethin’ worth havin’

Don’t let yourself get in the way

If there’s somethin’ worth havin’

Don’t let yourself get in the way

Outdoor days and indoor nights

I love my dog

I love my dooooog!

It’s time to find a new companion

And we’ll hike the nature trails

We may not do some things together, oh no

But we know how to end a day!

Outdoor days and indoor nights

I love my dog…

If there’s somethin’ worth havin’

Don’t let yourself get in the way

 

Outdoor days and indoor nights

I love my dog

I love my dooooog!

She didn’t hurt nobody

It’s your fault she bit your eye

Puralator she comin’ ta get ya!

She’s gonna bring home your ear

hahahhahaha

Commentary:  Definitely one of my fav songs that I’ve been a part of.  Phil Delisle wrote the riff, and I think we came up with most of the lyrics in about 5 minutes or so.  They definitely weren’t thought out, that’s for sure.  This was one of those times where he played me the riff and I’m like … “Let’s call it I Love My Dog!” It just made sense to me.  And the lyrics came soon after.  It’s like a blues-y rock song, which Phil was good at writing, but I was excited cause it sounded like it could be a faster song, and I find those more fun to play in a set, not that I don’t like slower songs.  But I always want to write faster songs!  Anyway, the lyrics here are just a bunch of made up true-isms we came up with, plus an ending talking about the dog or whatever going after the Puralator guy.  That’s my favorite line btw.  When Phil used to sing it, he’d really emphasize earrrrrr.  It sounded funny.  We had an old recording of this song as Mon Chere, but it wasn’t as fast, and I think the song has evolved somewhat in the meantime.  The Approachables used to play it and the riff would always cramp people’s hands as I recall.  Oh, and the laughing at the end was Eric’s thing, although he was never in the Approachables.  He did produce the song and helped with some vocals and stuff.


Song: Shore Leavin’

Album: On Sound Stage Mountain

Artist: The Approachables

Lyrics:

back to where i started

carpet burns and window shades

blades and shady dealin’s

rolling logs and eight track tapes

put a smile on me, put a smile on me

kevlar coatz and sandy brown

put a smile on me, put a smile on me

kevlar coatz and sandy brown

the rain it came down drizzlin’  (keep it all out)

and she came down like fire trucks on kittens

the rain it came down drizzlin’  (keep it all out)

and she came down like fire trucks

months between the weeks of talkin’

shards shapes and masking tape

best to turn and keep on walkin’ away

but i don’t know any better

oats and beans and barley growin’

that’s one thousand one mistakes

the rain it came down drizzlin’ (keep it all out)

and she came down like fire trucks on kittens

the rain it came down drizzlin’ (keep it all out)

and she came down like fire trucks

put a smile on me, put a smile on me

kevlar coatz and sandy brown

put a smile on me, put a smile on me

kevlar coatz and sandy brown

Commentary: The lyrics were a collaborative effort for this song.  I think I wrote them with Marco, actually.  Not sure who else was involved – maybe just us. I think we were just trying to come up with lyrics that suited the title somehow, which was, in turn, derived I think from Ben’s bassline, which reminds me of a tugboat or a ferry boat, as opposed to a naval ship.  I’m pretty sure I came up with the title.  Ironically, the song to me sounds nautical, however, shore leave, by definition, involves sailors on dry land.  I think when I thought of this title, I didn’t actually know what shore leave was.  Also, tugboats don’t have sailors that take shore leave, do they?  Ferry boats certainly don’t. It doesn’t matter, because the lyrics don’t talk about boats anyway.  The lyrics are meant to be world weary, so this is what we came up with.  I think one of us would think of a line, and then the other person would come up with the next line.  The lines are loosely connected, at best.  This song is fairly incoherent lyrically, but that doesn’t really bother me.


Song: Song For Me To Sing

Album: Pink Magic (Bonus Track)

Artist: Yim Tin Tam

Lyrics:

Da da da, da da da, da da da, da da da

Da da da, da da da, da da da, da da da

Da da da, da da da, da da da, da da da

Da da da, da da da, da da da, da da da

I’m not in a decent way, I just bought a bed

And I’ve got it to myself

Breathin’ my own air, singing my own songs

I try not to make too much sense

Whoa-oh (x ?)

Who do animals pray to and what kind of answers do they get?

I spend an hour in the bathroom reading

Sitting on the edge of the tub, the water got cold

So I got back into bed

Whoa-oh ( x ?)

Takin’ my hoodie back

You can see the battle scars

Takin’ my hoodie back

You can see the battle scars

Takin’ my hoodie back

You can see the battle scars

Takin’ my hoodie back…

If you have a song for me to sing, I’ve got a song for you to sing

If you have a song for me to sing, I’ve got a song for you to sing

If you have a song for me to sing, I’ve got a song for you to sing

If you have a song for me to sing, I’ve got a song for you to sing

If you have a song for me to sing, I’ve got a song for you to sing

Oohh ooh oooh, whoa’s…

Commentary: Oh yeah, I didn’t write these lyrics, Adrian did.  It’s his song, and he wrote it during the Yim Tin Tam days and it got recorded, but not with the rest of the album.  I think he was living on Wellington St., which is where we jammed sometimes, in the beginning.  I did write the bridge part (lyrics and music), which maybe doesn’t add a lot to the song, but at least I got to add something.  I may have even come up with the da da da intro part, but most of the song was written by Adrian and then we turned it into another one of our Canadian-white-people-playing-reggae type of songs, which usually turn out well.  I can speak to the lyrics, in the sense that I feel like I have an idea what they’re about.  I think they’re just about being single and living alone in your late 20’s as a dude and how it’s kind of a time to reflect, but it also sucks in some ways.  I don’t know, maybe he loved it, and I’m just projecting, but when that was me later on in life (mid-30’s), I didn’t like it all that much. Yeah, you get to sleep in your own bed, take long baths, read, etc, but you’re still essentially alone.  So what would you rather be, in a typical couple relationship doing couple things, or having time to yourself…all the time?  That’s how I read this, anyway.


Song: Wrong Man

Album: Pink Magic

Artist: Yim Tin Tam

Lyrics:

seventh time’ll make you wonder what this world is all about

stealing bases up on planet x heavy times its a hit and run world

so won’t you break it on down for me

please please please won’t you translate all this heat between the sheets

dead up in a canuck town fellatio torments

you i’ll memorize like a stalker like a sucker like a lollipop

wrong man at the right time

wrong man at the right time

wrong man at the right time

wrong man at the right time

wrong man at the right time is bound’ta bound’ta quench all thirst

books we so call got to rope us the moon got us talk talk talk talk talk talk talkin to ourselves

don’t you see you’re the new plum pie gotta pile on the toppin’s

wrong man wearin tassles of suede is a waste of good cattle hide

wrong man at the right time

wrong man at the right time

wrong man at the right time

wrong man at the right time

living in lushes stealing bases in these heavy times

wrong man its a shame that he’s one of a kind

good birds only fly away this verse’ll just blaze away

good birds only do fly away this verse’ll just blaze away

Commentary: I know I write fairly random lyrics, but these seem extra random.  I just remember Adrian had that C to A minor chord progression and I was determined to do something with it, cause I liked the rhythm.  The lyrics – I don’t know why there are so many, but there just are.  This song is vaguely about a guy who thinks he’s some kind of cool cowboy, and how a girl falls for his act, and then the narrator, who was just observing, is just kind of depressed about the whole thing.  So, to clarify, this girl who is basically a decent person gets charmed by this macho idiot but since he caught her at a weak point, he has his way with her and she doesn’t really care because she wants it. At least that’s what I imagined kinda when I wrote it, but it wasn’t really a conscious intention on my part.  I just liked the title “Wrong Man” and I think that kicked the whole song off.  Once I decided it should be called Wrong Man, I spewed out a bunch of gibberish lyrics as usual, and this is what you get. There’s a lot of sexual angst in this song though. 

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