The Love Idea
Everything is named;
All styles and everything
We put into a box.
Every study has a name; this style suck, end;
The pleasures on the inside mind, body, bank.
Now when you go out looking
I’ll tell you what you’ll find;
The bullshit train, the trashcans full.
You’ll hear all the voices, all the noisy teachers,
No one teaches Truth.
So what you going to do?
Gonna be a better man,
Gonna be a kinder friend.
It’s like the rebel said –
What would be your will
If you could own the world?
Now if we lived in public everyone could learn.
We could watch the sacred puppets try to be
The men.
Personal crusader spiders went out weaving,
Spiders weaving Christ. The players at the turnstyle
Trade suicide for brawn; a name is on the can.
So what you going to do?
Gonna be a better man,
Gonna be a kinder friend.
It’s like the rebel said –
What would be your will
If you could own the world?
And words like line and line like song.
You must know the price, that choosing is the life.
Ask for simple pieces and hope for better ones;
Get lost in Babylon until you find the love.
Saluting to the tribe, grumpy men with wives,
I ride a bike.
So what you going to do?
gonna be a better man
gonna be a kinder friend
It’s like the rebels said –
What would be your will
If you could own the world?
That’s the Love Idea, ye-ah,
That’s the Love Idea.
Stay Here With Me
Summer, I know, is pushing the roses;
When cut from the earth
They’re not meant to last.
I am a sign, I am a road.
You must be seeing to know where I go.
Stay here with me, please;
Stay here with me.
I am suspicious that nobody hears
No matter how hard I pray –
It’s not what I need.
You are my garden, you are my heart.
What can I tell you
Now that you know?
Stay here with me, please;
Stay here with me.
Here we are one,
Here we are one.
You’re kind. That mind!
You say things, your feelings.
I’ve been here some time –
Just wishing someone needs me.
Stay here with me, please;
Stay here with me.
Here we are one,
Here we are one.
Here we are one…
Here we are one.
Cosmic Stream
Your looks sends falling to the stairs
I don’t get the very first part
Learn me with all regret around
Hold on, do the best you can
The thing they lock up at the store
It helps to keep you feeling down
The thing they lock up at the store
It helps to keep you feeling down
You know the world has animals
They’re cute not like all of us
Just ’cause you can close the door
Doesn’t mean the thing is gone
The good could come
If we could talk it out
The good, good for everyone
If we could talk it out
Go tell mom to sell the farm
He’s the one who turned you on
He’s got stuff and he’s got style
And he has got what rhymes with style
You just wanted to believe in fire
C-Town Blues
(blues in G#)
I’ve got the C-Town Blues
I’ve got the C-Town Blues
C-Town Blues
I’ve got the C-Town Blues
Porter says I shouldn’t
But there ain’t no stopping me
I kapo up a fret
I kapo up a fret
Sharks upon my neck
I kapo up a fret
Porter says I shouldn’t
But there ain’t no stopping me
He, fraternal twin
He, fraternal twin
A commie from Ohio
He, fraternal twin
He’s a holy roller
Like a bird on roller skates
I’ve got the C-Town Blues
I’ve got the C-Town Blues
C-Town Blues
I’ve got the C-Town Blues
Porter says I shouldn’t
But there ain’t no stopping me
Porter has a cult
Porter has a cult
Commie from Ohio
Porter has a cult
He’s a holy roller
Like a bird on roller skates
You kicked me in the face
Kicked me in the face
Kicked me in the rain
When you kicked me in the face
Did you tell you Grandpa
You kicked me in the face?
I can’t find my phone
I can’t find my phone
My toilet’s overflowing
I can’t find my phone
Did you tell your Grandma
You kicked me in the face?
I’ve got the C-Town Blues
I’ve got the C-Town Blues
C-Town Blues
I’ve got the C-Town Blues
Porter says I shouldn’t
But there ain’t no stopping me
Questions for P.B.
Can you tell us the Pool Boy origin story?
Pool Boy is a high school AV Teacher who’s grown tired of editing football videos for the weekly narrowcasts. His greatest ambition in life is to be a house music superstar. In defiance he jumps on the field during the championship game and catches what otherwise would have been a game-winning touchdown. The shenanigans land him in a coma – during which he goes on a hero’s journey. When he awakes his track “Goodbye Seniors” has gone viral and his dreams have become a reality.
What’s next for Pool Boy?
Casey Hallas is releasing an anthology of Pool Boy music called “Here Lies Pool Boy.” There are 6 albums. It’s garage electronica so there are samples of cable noise and artifacts embedded in the production just to make things sound less than perfect. In fact, all of my mistakes in life have been intentional. The album covers are intentionally cheesy, even. That’s very creative.
Which Pool Boy album is your favorite?
Well I’d have to say they’re all exceptional. But, if I’d have to pick one or two I’d say Volumes 2 and 3. I think 2 may be the best and it’s not a mystery that the album with the worst artwork is the best album. I did that on purpose too.
What is your favorite Pool Boy song?
Paris 25, Carnivore (Pittsburgh Mix), ummm Egg, Chicken. Some of the abstract ones are great too like – Final Answer. There are really so many great songs – how could I pick just one? Wait, I’m asking the questions here! Meta.
Do you still like to go out dancing?
I’ve been uncomfortable with my herculean sex appeal for a lot of my life – and now that I don’t consume alcohol I just like to get out on the dance floor with some impenetrable sunglasses so nobody thinks I’m jocking and dance like nobody’s watching (California Sober). Oh, they’re watching – but that’s ’cause I’m a great dancer. Pool Boy is.
Is there anything you’d like to say to Steve?
Steve – you are toilet paper on my million dollar shoes. You should not have kicked me in the face.
Why should I see Pool Boy live?
In a word – synesthesia. I’ve finally gotten around to using my own music with my own visuals – so the whole thing is like super tight. It’s love, baby. The way I see things, the way I hear things. All packaged up nicely – loud and bright. Plus Pool Boy likes to just put the stuff on auto and come out and dance too. It’s flies in the face of the whole mythos of performer versus audience. I mean – come on – he’s just a character anyway; celebrity culture and being snively has gone too far! It’s installation art as much as it is performance. We’re all the same really, except Pool Boy is way much cooler.
Did you really make all that music?
Absolutely. Production and performance with the exception of help on some of the early tracks from Charles Pistella and piano on a track by Robin Levy, both from Pittsburgh. Charles Pistella is a genius. And, uh, uh, yeah. It’s pretty much all me and shows my journey as a producer. I feel my life experience is reflected in the range of production ideas and music styles. I mean Pool Boy’s life, duh.
Anything else?
Let’s see – a psychedelic theme park – like Dollywood, but way trippier. Make so much money that I liberate all of my friends and loved ones. Make the world a better place.
Love Island
The desert, what desert?
The desert can’t hold my pain.
This desert, what desert?
The desert can’t hold my pain.
I am an island, I am an island
I am an island in my pain.
I am an island, I am an island
I am an island in my pain.
Love, love, love, love
Love is an island –
Everyone has a place.
Love, love, love, love
Love is an island –
Everyone has a place.
Love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love
Everyone has a place.
My Music
You will notice vintage cable noise samples laid on top of otherwise pristine recordings in an effort to recreate the garage sounds of American home recordings from 1998-2021. Pick up albums at Casey Hallas on Bandcamp and soon to launch in worldwide digital stores paying fractions of pennies per play – March 15, 2022.
Production
I’m putting the wraps on my first full-length album – Creature Dances. I’ve got a least one other album in the bag and 9 electronic EP’s to drop. The goal is to capture my video art collection and make video mixes for all the content. I’ll get it up on Bandcamp which will push to Apple and Spotify – then for sale. You’ve got to support the artist, man. After that I’ll move through the poetry songs one at a time until I’ve exhausted the content, and then – it’s time to hang up the old hat on some of these dreamy dreams. I’m lonely – don’t want to go broke with nothing to show for it.
Respect
A great sign of respect for all we’ve been through together is your support of my work.
One Million Kisses
Roughed up like a mesa, a bone from my spine.
By now I am a man it’s happened a million times.
You should think before you go
And learn to say the words.
Rubbed down like a mesa, a flower from my spine.
By now I am a man it’s happened a million times.
You should think before you go
And learn to say the words.
All I had to give to you is all you left behind.
You made it just one step in the longest line.
You should ask before you go
And learn to say the words.
All I had to give you is all you left behind.
Red road leads to Paradise –
Not gonna get there but that’s life.
Get my dog go straight to hell –
Go get my dog not going there. Oh well.
One million kisses – that’s the way it ends.
Ten by ten and five by five. Would take a life.
Would take a flight.
Would take its life.
Would take a wife. Silent type.
Chipped paint on a millennial toad, easy baritone now hitting the road.
Nothing going down in the town – a dollar off gave someone Tao.
A magic card in my hand, got extra rocks got extra sand.
You think it’s him you think it’s me – it isn’t him it couldn’t be!
It isn’t you it isn’t me. I guess some birds just like the sea.
I guess some birds just like the sea. Oh well.