Spent Butane (1999)

by Thunderegg



(Streamable only.) The 20th-century Thunderegg albums were originally distributed on home-dubbed 90-minute cassettes, but with the exciting arrival of the CD-R era, some tough decisions had to be made: The new format held only 74 minutes of music, so Universal Nut, New England Music, Personnel Envelo-file, and Thunderegg (aka Thunderegg IV, or just Runes) had to be reissued without some key tracks. Nobody really noticed, honestly. Or if they did, they were relieved, because perhaps they weren't really ready for "Sexy Swineherder." But now, we wager, they might be, because don't people miss the nineties? Here's the first round of stuff that never made it to CD, along with a few other things that never even made it to cassette in the first place.

NEW! Updated version features bonus tracks recorded after Spent Butane's original 1999 release date! We could've put out a whole other outtake compilation, but who needs that, am I right? We got this one going already, let's just dump it all here!


released September 7, 1999

Tracks 1-4 are outtakes from Universal Nut (1995). Tracks 5-13 are outtakes from New England Music (1996). Tracks 14-22 are outtakes from Personnel Envelo-file (1997). Tracks 23-33 are outtakes from Thunderegg (1997). Track 34 is an outtake from Powder to the People (1998).

Track 35 is an outtake from The Envelope Pushes Back (2000). Tracks 36-44 are outtakes from the 2005 Song of the Week project.




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Track Name: Pillowcase (take 1)
I’ll shut up now, I can see the words I say cut through you and still worm their way to the heart that was mine till today. The words I add make the cutting cut cold and fast. I regret what I have said but I know that words can’t take words back. What’s the point to making this whole thing break if we not only lie alone, we lie alone and cold awake? It was a mistake, whatever it was we discussed, far too much for 2 a.m. to ever be entrusted with. I’ve lost my way. I can hear my heartbeat race, dashing in my inner ear, up against my pillowcase. But just last night I heard yours pounding in your chest, and where we’d be in twenty hours, neither of us would dared have guessed. But we knew then, somewhere it jumped the tracks. And though some derailings can be fixed, another train’s coming, we can’t go back.
Track Name: Interesting (Intercinema version)
Smoke all around me, it has found me, show me, show me something new. Song come surround me, come and drown me, sing to me, sing to me the way you used to. And I was just gonna say that I thought it was interesting.

I do adore you, but I must ignore you: It seems I'm always living in extremes. I'd go to sleep to forget about you, but I know that I'll see you in my dreams. And I was just gonna say that I thought it was interesting.

Now dawn is breaking and my head is aching. I had way, way, way too much to think last night. And though you hate it when I say it, I'd say that every little thing is gonna be all right. And I was just gonna say that I thought it was interesting.
Track Name: Salmonella
I have salmonella, I ate chicken that sat on the counter for too long. I have diarrhea and my stomach isn't feeling very strong. I have a temperature and I'm freezing in my bed, strangely enough. I must remember what the New Kids always said and try to hang tough. I'm an unlucky fella: I got salmonella. But those who live in glass houses must eat chicken in the cellar.

I have salmonella, I ate chicken at Main Garden that bit me back. It's just another ailment to precede my imminent heart attack. I wish I had a disease more chic that didn't affect my intestinal tract. I'm an unlucky fella: I got salmonella. It could be serious. But those who live in glass houses must eat chicken in the cellar. I think I'm delirious.
Track Name: Can't Pull the Trigger
Why does it always seem when I want something bigger that I can't pull the trigger?
Track Name: You Showed Them to Me (take 1)
You’re talking to me and ooh, I love the way you’re talking through me, baby. Everything I’m hearing, everything I say, it’s like you knew me, baby. Ooh, and all declension melted to sweet cliché—I knew you’d ruin me, baby. But I said I’d read your poems and now I want to kill the day you showed them to me, baby.

Four years talking lying in a standard issue bed, we didn’t doubt it, baby. We would tie the knot, get hitched, we would soon be wed. You’d never be without me, baby. Ooh, you said forever, I trusted what you said, you were devoted to me, baby. I’ll always picture the first time you raised your shirt over your head and showed them to me, baby.

I said that I loved you and I slipped on the ring, you said you loved me, baby. Then doing the dishes, you lost it in the sink. That was pretty clumsy, baby. Ooh, you said your parents would treat me like a king. You’d introduce me, baby. Next morning they dropped over while we were disagreeing. You showed them to me, baby.

We sure weren’t fucking and we sure weren’t friends. It was getting gloomy, baby. So I said divorce me, and that was what you did, in fact, you sued me, baby. Ooh, I got the Porsche but ooh, you got the kids. You hung the jury, baby. Now I get to see them on alternate weekends. You show them to me, baby.
Track Name: The Allergic, the Clergic, and the Lysergic
Here's a song for the allergic, the clergic, and the lysergic, all sitting together in the emergency room. Their causes of injury were wildly divergent, but the hospital's the best equalizer this side of the tomb.

The allergic made plans on this Thursday evening to go visit some friends for some must-see TVing, but didn't count on their feline companions and experienced sinus expansion beyond all previously known transoms. He ran into the street and got stung by a bee, and then his eyelids swelled shut and he couldn't see a thing, and his fingers were so swollen, he couldn't open the Chlor-Trimeton, and he got run over by an ice cream truck driving without its headlights on.

The clergic happened to pass by this sticky, rumpled mess and asked him if there was anything he'd like to confess, and the allergic whispered yes, and as the clergic leaned in closer, the two were approached by a young lysergic doser. The lysergic was demented, as is usual for these types, and started whaling on the both of them with a leaden sewer pipe. He knocked the clergic's head in and then he climbed a red phone booth and he screamed, "I am Elroy Jetson!" and he jumped and chipped a tooth. And the three of them lay groaning in a pile on the ground, and they remained there until morning when 911 finally came around. They were scooped up off the pavement with a giant plastic spoon and dropped off in front of the emergency room.

The allergic, the clergic, and the lysergic, who knows which one will survive? One couldn't see, one couldn't fight, and one just couldn't fly.
Track Name: The Mighty Battlecat (take 1)
Your voice echoes in my head as I’m lying in my bed and pays no mind to my kind silence or respect for my weakness. It repeats reassurances I know I never heard and sings a song of memory that hasn’t any words. There once was a time when I thought I had a chance, told her when she wasn’t looking was when I danced. I could make her laugh when I talked about the past, but impressing in the present was a little tougher task. I wished upon a fuzz ball that came drifting my way that you would fall in love with me one day, but the wind would not permit it and the wish will not come true. It blew the seed back to me instead of blowing it to you.

By then it will be too late for that because Cringer never became the Mighty Battlecat.

So let’s fast forward to when I’m thirty-four and I’ve rented a car to visit you and yours. I almost get lost on the ride across, but for once I take a right turn at the fork. I’ll know you wound up with someone strong because your driveway is so long and I’ll know that I won’t dress like him and I’ll hope that you won’t rub it in. But injury would be insulted twice if you said the same thing that you said tonight, that you have warmest memories of times forgotten long and gone. Why couldn’t I have been there to remind you all along?
Track Name: I Don't Love You
I don't love you, and what am I supposed to do to get it through to you that I don't love you?
Track Name: My Mad Hatter (1998 version)
Here ya go man, let me into access to the party hearty, the scene of my crime, baby, so you think you’re such a smarty well no you’re not well maybe, but there are some things I’ll never admit even when both you and I are right in front of it. It don’t matter, my mad hatter, you were butter on my bread when I had her, I put you on a big silver platter, and from there, I don’t care, do what you dare.

So here we go again, nunchuks in the hand of the local bully men. Is this where I began to hide in corners and fireplaces from the ones with the skateboards and the holes in their faces? They were powder in my chowder back when I was ten but now I’m the one that’s running from them.

Ma’am you know where’s the hardware store? No I don’t you little whore! Stay here and I’ll abuse you a little more. You love it cause you think you’re worthless to your core. But sometimes the things you use for protection are the ones that bring you down by your power of suggestion.

Why do I play Operation with the toaster every day? Why do pans catch on fire while what’s in them stays the same? Why do I ride the cable wire, looking for someone to take the blame? Why do pans catch on fire, while what’s in them stays the same? It don’t matter if you’re madder, I got the arsenic into your batter, the cookie is the last thing you’ll eat, I want you going out with something that tastes sweet.

Well it’s Simpsons on at six, Simpsons on at seven, Seinfeld on at seven-thirty, Seinfeld on at eleven. Picking up the phone to make a call to you. Don’t I have anything better to do? It don’t matter, my mad hatter, you just fell with a resounding clatter, then you asked me what was the matter, I said I was feeling fine even close to divine.
Track Name: The Baby
Tell me a little about the baby. I’m gathering information.

William Calderon: That baby that was born with the mustache and the teeth? Nah, that’s some nasty....Maribel told me about that, that it was born and said something bad was gonna happen.

That’s all you know?

William: Yeah...it had a mustache and teeth.
Steven Polanco: I even saw it on the news, right?

It’s not on the news.

Steven: Oh. What it was on, then?

I don’t know.

Steven: Anyway. They told me the baby was born with a mustache and teeth. And I just heard right now that it said in Spanish, Algo increible va a pasar.

What does that mean?

Steven: “Something incredible’s going to happen.” And then it died. And then I heard something else: that they said it was born with a mustache and teeth and—
Gilberto Brioso (interrupting): —and nails—

It had nails?

Gilberto: —and they said—
Steven: —and then they said—
Gilberto: —it was like, it was like—
Steven: Shut up, I’m being interviewed! And then they said its brother was going to die. The baby told its mother that its brother was going to die. So the brother died, and on Friday everyone else was going to die.
Gilberto: You know what I heard? Ms. Leistikow was saying stuff about it. Your own staff member was saying stuff about it.
Janai McCrae: The baby said we’re gonna die on Friday! On the twenty-fifth. And he was born with teeth—
Rohanie Parbhoo: No, no—the baby said something incredible was going to happen. That could be something good, too.
Janai: No, look. After the mother got the baby, the mother died. Then the baby said something and then the baby died.
Rohanie: I’ve heard so many different stories, it’s not even funny.
Oprah Nin Valdez: So yesterday in the news, right? They said this Dominican lady gave birth to a baby. So the baby—I was watching it—so the baby came out with a mustache, a beard, and teeth, and he had “666” on his forehead. And then he told his mother, and he told the doctor, that the world was gonna end on March 25, 2005. Stay up till 12:01 and you’re just gonna see the whole world collapse before your eyes. And then, like, the mother died, and then he died, and then the brother...and the sister...they died.

Are you going to stay up until 12:01?

Oprah: Hell, no. I’m going to sleep.
Rodney Morris: They said that it had “666” on its forehead—
Daila Viteri: —and that it had a beard, teeth, and it talked.
Rodney: And that it said we were gonna die tomorrow. 12:01 o’clock.

Does it really have “666” on its forehead?

Rodney: That’s what they said. Ask Rosa.

Rosa, what do you know about the baby?

Rosa Cepeda: They’re talking about that it was born with a mustache, and it had teeth, and it was talking. It was like, “Oh, tomorrow everybody’s gonna die.”
Rodney: And that all the doctors and nurses that dealt with the baby died, too. That’s what I heard.
Rosa: The mother and the baby died. But I think it’s either the devil or somebody just made it up. I need to see. I need to see things to believe.

Geoffrey, what do you know about the baby?

Geoffrey Rojas: Huh?
Rosa: The baby—
Geoffrey: Oh! Yeah! I heard we’re gonna die tomorrow. That nigga said, “Oh, the twenty-fifth, we’re all gonna die”—

He was born talking?

Geoffrey: Yeah. He was born with a mustache, a beard, and teeth. And after that, the mom died, and after that the doctor took the baby and said, “Wow, this is amazing!” And the baby said, “Amazing it will be on the twenty-fifth.” And then the doctor died. And he had “666” on his forehead. But you know, these damn Dominicans and their damn superstitions.
Claudia Wilson: That is not true. This is Claudia. Listen. That is not true. Y’all need to stop saying that bullshit. Because it’s not true. And if I ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever hear somebody say that, I’m gonna smack them.
John Gomez: We’re all gonna die! Aaaaaarghhhh!
Erica DeJesus: The doctors saw it had a mustache and teeth—
Stacey Bosques: And it started talking Spanish.
Erica: And the doctor was like, “This is incredible,” and the baby was like, “No, what’s incredible is what’s happening on Friday the twenty-fifth,” or whatever.
Stacey: And it died.
Erica: And it died.
Stacey: And the mom died.
Erica: And it was talking Spanish.

And the mom died, too?

Erica: The mom died, and then the baby was born.

Is the doctor still alive?

Erica: They said that the doctor’s in critical condition. The doctor is dying.
Stacey: For real?
Erica: Yeah. And that they want to interview him, but he can’t talk and stuff.
Track Name: My Heart Is Saturn (demo)
The Dream Machine tells me it’s three minutes to one. I’d been reading those green letters since three past eleven. And I got all cosmic as I watched the clock tick off minutes from my years when I only arrived here yesterday. (Or whatever the sayings say.) We were created as gleams of the sun, but then a great big blackness poured down to separate everyone, as if all the light were jettisoned.

It seems that I have seen all that I want to see to be convinced that I’ve stumbled on heaven. I once thought I was all alone, I once thought I didn’t need anything, but my heart is Saturn and baby, you are its rings.