1) The Dark Room
2) Inventing Dr. Sutherland and his Traveling Hospital
3) Diagnosis
4) Jupiter's Baby
5) Purple Godzilla
6) Born Again
7) Locked up in Chains
8) Backpack full of Tears
9) Choking on the Walls
10) Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde
11) Dirty Windows
12) An Ocean Song
13) Sirens
14) My Ashes
15) Sacrifice

THE DARK ROOM
I’m not made of much. My face is such a mess. And though it’s dark outside. It’s darker where I rest.
The volcano erupted in the morning, I stumbled my way back home, I was corrupted by desire, I was laughing out of fear.
I’m not made of much. My face is such a mess. And though it’s dark outside. It’s darker where I rest.
Vultures were circling around my head, As I stumbled my way back home, They were picking flesh off my bones, While I was laughing out of fear.
I’m not made of much. My face is such a mess. And though it’s dark outside. It’s darker where I rest.

INVENTING DR. SUTHERLAND
Journey through the center of someone’s mind
To a place in time where space and logic are blind
Repairing souls with rusty hammers and hearts with dusty saws
Let us journey with Dr. Sutherland and his traveling hospital
We’re inventing Dr Sutherland

DIAGNOSIS
What’s my diagnosis doctor? Am I going mad? Do I have a mental illness? Do you like my foil hat?
It keeps the guys from outer space, listening to my thoughts, sometimes at night, I creep about, naked I’m always caught!
Well maybe I’m a schizophrenic, or maybe we are not. Maybe it’s just genetic, since it fits me like a glove.
Don’t hold my hand, I can’t be trusted. Just give me some more drugs, they ease my mind, and make me smile.
And make sure that I don’t jump. Don’t jump.
So what’s my diagnosis doctor? Don't you think it's weird? That I smear my face with tuna paste, and drink my piss like beer?
I don't sleep at night; I creep around, my neighbor’s backyard, with a knife in my hand and blood on my face, I stare screaming at the stars!
Well maybe I’m a schizophrenic…
People think I’m crazy, madness fits me like a glove, blame the doctors, they’re all lazy, they pumped me full of drugs!

JUPITER’S BABY
She rose from the sea with Jupiter eyes, fierce like a hawk with a cackling cry.
She had a look at me then took to the skies, her mouth began to talk and she told me I could fly.
Green, red, and blue Jupiter’s baby
My heart began to race as her feathers brushed my side, I plucked one from her arm and she shrunk down to my size.
She told me I would face my fears kept inside, so I told her I was ready and then we began to fly.
Then suddenly I found myself in a rocking chair deep in cave working like a slave gouging my teeth out and shredding my toenails and singing with antlers, to make piano keys.
Green, red, and blue Jupiter’s baby

PURPLE GODZILLA
Purple Godzilla, childhood terror, Barney you're a carnivor and we're your fresh meat
Choke us with your cuddles, around the screen we huddle, Persuading us with merchandise, into our minds you creep
Singing solves nothing, its naive to even think that your instinct is to comfort us
Tear us from limb to limb, poison us with happiness and sleep beside my bed
Beneath the sugar coated exterior, there's an evil inside your head
Cut, cut, cut, cut you up and burn you must decay, I gotta see you in pieces hey man say hello to my feces by the way
As I flush your body away, as you smile go down the drain, Into hell with your tail between your legs
I don't want your love, we are not the very best of friends!
Barney you're sick nut anyways!

BORN AGAIN
Rip a page from the bible, Nail it to a cross, Bleed to death in a hallway, Win before all is lost.
Dancing with the good souls, Falling through shards of light, Born again with enemies, In unison with sunshine
An evening with sharp knives, Hidden in the soil, Listen for the air raid siren, Bombs drop and clocks boil.
Dancing with the good souls, Falling through shards of light, Born again with enemies, In unison with sunshine

LOCKED UP IN CHAINS
You are my thoughts set to paper, And written in my blood, You are the diary of a madman, Getting stranger everyday
Your the corner where a shadows lurking, And tugging at my sleeve, You’re a thousand souls inside a bottle, And spinning on the floor.
This is how it is, It’s always been this way, You look with hopeless eyes, Now I’m locked in your chains
Pain is my defense, Protects me from this life, The sun shines through the window, but I can't see the light.
You act like you are our savior, But we know you’re just messed up, Pretend to preach to the masses, But you know it’s meaningless
You’re the dragon I’ve been chasing, And breathing flames at me, You’re a thousand souls inside a bottle, And broken on the floor.
This is how it is, It’s always been this way, You look with hopeless eyes, Now I’m locked in your chains
Pain is my defense, Protects me from this life, The sun shines through the window, but I can't see the light.

BACKPACK FULL OF TEARS
She hurts inside and to her that’s no surprise, walking down the road with nowhere to go.
She’s not afraid that her life has gotta change, but she has no idea where to begin
Now she’s living on the edge, Cut her nails and shaved her head. Now she’s living with the fear, and a backpack full of tears
They told her not to go, that she’ll never find a home, they told her if she left, not to come back again.
So she screamed out loud I could never make you proud, and with that she grabbed her pack and walked out the door.
Now she’s living on the edge, Cut her nails and shaved her head. Now she’s living with the fear, and a backpack full of tears
Living on the street, dumpster diving for a week. She finds each night is harder to sleep.
Her mind is running wild, and she knows its not worth while, but she could never bring herself to go back home.
Now she’s living on the edge, Cut her nails and shaved her head. Now she’s living with the fear, and a backpack full of tears

DIRTY WINDOWS
If I could stop the clocks and turn back time, I’d go back and make things right. At night I hear her call my name, She may be gone but she still remains.
On dirty windows with bony fingers, She leaves me messages, And they say.
Don’t blame yourself, It’s not your fault, Don’t hate yourself, It’s not your fault.
As I watched you slowly fade away, I prayed you’d find a better place, I pulled the plug was I right? Should have said I loved you one last time
On dirty windows with bony fingers, She leaves me messages, And they say.
Don’t blame yourself, It’s not your fault, Don’t hate yourself, It’s not your fault.

AN OCEAN SONG
I heard the ocean singing me a sad song, It was making music for me, As it watched me drown.
Little fish swim around me, as I’m carried by the tide, little fish surround me, nibbling at my pride.
My lungs are sweaty vessels full of seat salt, My pinpricked eyes look left and right, As I’m watching life evolve.

SIRENS
Ok we shall begin. Oh winged maiden, daughters of earth, oh how I lose myself in your fretful verse.
Your meadow heaps with rotten corpses and rags of skin and bones. Upon the rocks our vessels crash in a sea of sweat of days gone by.
Your beauty masks a sunken evil temptation that I cannot resist. And so we sail to the sound of singing.
Through deadly enchantment we proceed. Guiding the living to the unloving dead lights in this world.
So it’s time to put a record on to help the medicine go down.
Most say blood is thicker than water, My doctor seems to disagree, He says my blood ain’t what it ought to be, He says there’s something wrong with me.
People think that I’m unstable, I tell them I’m made of stone, I’ll ride this storm out and leave this madness behind, as I head for home.
Cos when I grow up, I want to be an astronaut, And not suffer death by a thousand paper cuts.
Cos when I grow up, I don’t want to be forgot, And sink into despair, Don’t want to be forgotten.
I always hear sirens, All my life. I always hear sirens, In my mind.
I'm not crazy like the doctor says, the Sirens lured me in.

MY ASHES
At war with the world, since the day I was born. There’s bad blood between us, and there’s blood on my hands.
But I take it with a pinch of salt, and rub it in my wounds.
I’d rather burn in hell then be in heaven with you, I’d rather choke on my ashes, I’d rather choke on my ashes.
The sword that I held, has now been set in stone. And though the battle has been won, the war has just begun.
But I take it with a pinch of salt, and rub it in my wounds.
I’d rather burn in hell then be in heaven with you, I’d rather choke on my ashes, I’d rather choke on my ashes.

SACRIFICE
Massacre, insanity, bathtub, with no gravity,
Washed up, shooting stuff, Hamlet, with a big cigar!
Behind bullet proof glass, the world will try to hide.
These strange mutations of the soul, cannot be denied.
I will take you by the hand, for a sacrifice!
Goliath, snakes eyes, love lost, its no surprise,
Fake limbs, wingless, angel’s blood, and no witness.
Faster than, a shark attack, smiling oh fingers snap,
Psychotic dreams, city smoke, yellow teeth, its just a joke!
Behind bullet proof glass, the world will try to hide.
These strange mutations of the soul, cannot be denied.
I will take you by the hand, for a sacrifice!

Inventing Dr. Sutherland started as a massive effort to create a cartoon music video album. Sean started creating characters and story lines for the videos, but as the album sat completed and the cartoon video in its early stages, the idea was scrapped, and the album was released.

Released August 4, 2014
Recorded/Mixed/Mastered 2013 - 2014 at Viaduct Studios
All songs written, produced and copyrighted by
Dunlop/Radford 2014. All rights reserved.
Published by Monkey Chomp 2014
Represented by Viaduct Records
Cover art by Hill Dunlop
Special thanks to Sean Nasrey (drums)
and Dan Steffy (bass) on "My Ashes".

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