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Mistress of ices, stygian skater,
Scribing devices, dancing on sabers.
So very relentless, counting the sheep.
Electrical fences, americans leap.
Paramorpheus, somnambulating,
Dream scarabaeus in chorus refraining,
So very relentless, counting the sheep.
Electrical fences, americans leap.
One, two, fisherman's stew
Boiled on timber and stirred with a broom.
Three, four, pour it on the floor,
Feed all the beasties and cook up some more.
Five, six, mortar and brick,
Weaker than iron, but stronger than sticks.
Seven, eight, lock up the gate,
Nothing to do but to sit and to wait.
Nine, ten, do it again,
Bun in the oven, a wolf in the den.
Companion chimera, lethean grazer,
Pausing to herald mistress on sabers.
So very relentless, counting the sheep.
Electrical fences americans leap.
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I walk wherever the weather provides
Because everybody needs some time outside
Give me no lip and i tell you no lie.
Hands down the illest ventriloquist this side of the mississippi river
That's right operator smoother than faders on an automated sound board
Andretti's never raced me but if he wants to oh i'm ready coordination of the eye and hand is not my strong point but i make due with what i have.
Pure rock fury the solution is so clear
Calling all humans and able volunteers.
I walk wherever the weather provides because everybody needs some time outside
I've seen them boxes with peliculas one time stands out in particular
I saw you dance in the arena all in makeup dressed up like a ballerina
I got to wonder what's got into you or just what you got into.
Pure rock fury the solution is so clear
Calling all humans and able volunteers.
Hotter than abba in nevada sun in a real small car with the windows rolled up
No super trooper because you pooped your pants and you're screaming oh please just give me one more chance
Not one to shrink from helping humankind brother one other thing that you might keep in mind
Coordination of the eye and hand is not my strong point but i make due with what i have.
Pure rock fury the solution is so clear
Calling all humans and able volunteers.
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Won't you open up the border
To rivers running green?
I have kilo loads of plastic
To trade for pumpkin seeds.
I know folks in wichita as well as santa fe,
All veterans of the trade.
Open it up.
Open it up.
Open it.
Living for the trade.
The merry wives of windsor
I swapped for cans of spam
While sipping fine darjeeling
With an englishman.
I know folks in liverpool as well as in bombay,
All veterans of the trade.
Open it up.
Open it up.
Open it.
Living for the trade.
In a tent on the caravan road you'll find those things you thought were gone.
Bartered for jasmine and silk and furs of frozen mastodons.
I know folks in wichita as well as bombay,
All veterans of the trade.
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So tell me, when you took the practice scholastic aptitude test
Did you know the answers or did you just guess?
You rely on gimmicks to amuse your fans
And act all urban to jack-up your sound-scan.
What's the matter with you? How come you rhyme monosyllabically?
Is atrophy shrinking your entire vocabulary?
Your style's like garbage cans meant to be taken out on a weekly basis.
Ever since your first record you've been in a state of suspended animation.
You look like snuffaluffagus and australopithecus.
Me cray, you abacus.
But enough about you, let's talk about me
And how single-handedly i redefined the science of radio astronomy,
Making nobel prize winners question their notions of reality.
Oh, but i digress… you play sorry, i play chess.
King's pawn to b3, checkmate, go get some percasets.
Careful with that mic, weezy.
Do you really think it's that easy?
Mmmm… this is really good ice cream! You want some of it?
Oh, my bad i didn't know you were lactose intolerant.
Makes you pass gas, frightens all the girls away.
Only friends you keep are those you pay.
Always on the ready for the wack snack attack,
I carry sandwiches around in a straight-edge style jansport backpack.
Got the gadget q gave bond. Take control of your mind and make you jump in a pond,
Go "quack quack" and flap your arms, leave you confused, but completely unharmed.
Careful with that mic, weezy.
Do you really think it's that easy?
Do you really think it's true
That up above they can't hear you?
Now both you and i know that the past ten years have been rather intense.
I'm ashamed to admit that i've been fooled by the seductions of violence.
People walking around with ugly auras.
At times i'm even tempted to seek the advice of dr. Laura,
But i ignore her.
So i take a deep breath and count to ten,
Ain't gonna let it get under my skin.
Take a deep breath and count to ten.
Think of all the nice places that i been
Like back when i was waging peace against the visigoths,
I was tutored in the ancient mysteries by a wizened philosoph,
Learned the polyrhythm of celestial time,
And wait for the one to come and get it done to finish the rhyme.
Careful with that mic, weezy.
Do you really think it's that easy?
Do you really think it's true
That up above they can't hear you?
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Pan-amoebic algebra breed bizarre bacteria
What to do? Oh what to do?
Africanized killer bees, alabaster deities,
Milk from spoons, sip milk from spoons.
Within the ruins against the firth
The salamander has given birth.
Only red horse rainbows can save us.
Let them run wild and asunder.
Call the royal guard to let the people in.
Flaming arrows by hundreds.
Pull the bog-man from the peat. Stand him up on both his feet.
He jigs and reels, he jigs and reels.
Infiltrating silver crabs carry a most scented flag
To their front lines, to their front lines.
Within the ruins against the firth
The salamander has given birth.
Only red horse rainbows can save us.
Let them run wild and asunder.
Call the royal guard to let the people in.
Flaming arrows by hundreds.
Run to the tower and call up the magus.
If he has caused this we'll tear out his pages,
Throw him in shackles and remove his hands.
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To all you lasses in parnassus swallowing swords,
Shooting out fire at us heathen hordes,
I was thinking something before i began,
But then you done cut off both of my hands.
Now i do my drinking from bamboo straws,
Constantly kicking at tarantulas.
What was i thinking, move to baltimore?…
Oh yeah, the great outdoors!
Jump into the water.
Keel-hauled on the constellation.
Don't sell my belongings
Because you know that i'll be back.
Remember when i told you that i was a samurai?
Well, the fact of the matter is that was a lie.
There were some other things that i'd rather not recall.
Y'all can blame it all on the alcohol.
But you ain't got no business criticizing me.
This is my house and i'll do as i please.
What was i thinking, move to baltimore?…
Oh yeah, the great outdoors!
Jump into the water.
Keel-hauled on the constellation.
Don't sell my belongings
Because you know that i'll be back.
Move it on over and give me a slice.
If you're in the market for green zucchini,
Farmer's almanac got the largest size.
Winnebago woman what you cooking?
Move it on over and give me a slice.
I'd be a richer man today if it weren't for physics.
If i could levitate i would sell lots of tickets
And maybe do an interview with larry king
While floating.
I'd be a richer man today if it weren't for physics.
If i could levitate i would sell lots of tickets
Move it on over and give me a slice.
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One unworthy worker's version on the verge of vernacular.
Enter a sour house to do battle with spectacular draculas.
Lick tall walls to find them all sweeter than a cane.
Pour the quick elixir in your wounds to ease the pain.
Ooh, plum been running, buck a doz.
Ooh, smoke banshee's honey bee sting buzz.
Ooh, plum been running, buck a doz.
Ooh, smoke banshee's honey bee sting buzz.
Medicine of modern miracles, voodoo to those out of focus. Experts explain experience - "hocus pocus/hocus pocus!" mouthfuls down in a floating locus most of us deny.
Medicine of modern miracles, who knew circles with no foci?
Ooh, plum been running, buck a doz.
Ooh, smoke banshee's honey bee sting buzz.
Ooh, plum been running, buck a doz.
Ooh, smoke banshee's honey bee sting buzz.
Trapped in the sap, chambered in a tree.
Shadow of a giant across the centuries.
Bits of shattered glass scattered on the shore.
Break the genie bottle and open up the door.
Ooh, plum been running, buck a doz.
Ooh, smoke banshee's honey bee sting buzz.
Ooh, plum been running, buck a doz.
Ooh, smoke banshee's honey bee sting buzz.
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How would you like to go bobbing for apples the shape of fish?
Throw a coin into the well, close your eyes, and make a wish?
How would you like to dine a la frankenstein?
Downtown they're giving them away,
Downtown they're giving them!
How would you like to dine a la frankenstein?
Downtown they're giving them away,
Downtown they're giving them!
Oh hey there mama nature why do you keep on shooting us that look?
No no we did not take it! I swear we were only borrowing the book!
How would you like to dine a la frankenstein?
Downtown they're giving them away,
Downtown they're giving them!
How would you like to dine a la frankenstein?
Downtown they're giving them away,
Downtown they're giving them!
So who's been planting magic beans to catch themselves a golden hen?
We've spent so many years going over this we can't start that all again!
How would you like to dine a la frankenstein?
Downtown they're giving them away,
Downtown they're giving them!
How would you like to dine a la frankenstein?
Downtown they're giving them away,
Downtown they're giving them!
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I ain't joking when i'm telling you that while in the yakima digging up them thunderegg stones.
Well, we cracked them wide open, the mountain started smoking and the sky turned the color of a crow.
Fires in the northlands,
Floods to the south.
Put the pedal to the metal,
And let it all hang out.
Fires in the northlands,
Floods to the south.
Put the pedal to the metal
And let it all hang out.
The ash turned to confetti, alleluia!
Outside them great tri-cities, alleluia!
Oh, god showed his great mercy, alleluia!
Turned ash into confetti, alleluia!
Handkerchiefs on coughing mouths, running to the full hotels left us with no other place but home.
And in the distance tail lights came and went sometimes as eyes of vulcan sorcery.
Fires in the northlands,
Floods to the south.
Put the pedal to the metal,
And let it all hang out.
Fires in the northlands,
Floods to the south.
Put the pedal to the metal
And let it all hang out.
The ash turned to confetti, alleluia!
Outside them great tri-cities, alleluia!
Oh, god showed his great mercy, alleluia!
Turned ash into confetti, alleluia!
Maybe we'll make it to that rise.
Maybe we'll see another sun rise.
The ash turned to confetti, alleluia!
Outside them great tri-cities, alleluia!
Oh, god showed his great mercy, alleluia!
Turned ash into confetti, alleluia!
The ash turned to confetti, alleluia!
Outside them great tri-cities, alleluia!
Oh, god showed his great mercy, alleluia!
Turned ash into confetti, alleluia!
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Who's the man who stole fire for the people?
Who causes trembling in the bones of evil?
Who carved a mountain into a cathedral?
I am immortal.
Half-blind and spitting straight into the wind,
Down, down, trying to drag me down.
It's all right, i go to dreaming.
It's all right, i go to dreaming.
In dog years…
The blood of lions,
I, liquefying.
I ain't dying.
I am immortal.
Who rides the solar cycle with no hands ma?
Who found the ark inside texarkana?
Who asks the questions that have no answers?
Half-blind and spitting straight into the wind.
Down, down, trying to drag me down.
In dog years…
I am immortal.
I am immortal.
I am immortal.
In dog years…
The blood of lions,
I, liquefying.
I ain't dying.
I am immortal.
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"this is one we're gonna record, so i want you to patricipate just a little bit in the beginning. Just clap your hands a little bit. You're gonna be on the record. All right, thank you. A little bit louder. Louder. Louder."
The kaleidoscope program
Is functioning so beautifully.
Fire up all the primary engines.
Calculate projected nexus.
Take a good plane and shave off all the edges
Not straight enough to make a perfect structure. Indigenous life must be in agreement
Like one, meaning some, and zero meaning nothing.
Continue stretching the edge of rondure,
While maintaining geodesic stasis.
Anomaly detected.
No previous known cases.
Take a good plane and shave off all the edges
Not straight enough to make a perfect structure. Indigenous life must be in agreement
Like one, meaning some, and zero meaning nothing.
Colossal liquid insect
With legs the size of rockets.
Analyze its orgone levels.
Switch view to kaleidoscopic.
Take a good plane and shave off all the edges
Not straight enough to make a perfect structure. Indigenous life must be in agreement
Like one, meaning some, and zero meaning nothing.
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If knee deep in catnip at the old ice box,
I recommend you whistle and give the box three knocks.
Should you be so lucky to hear whispering,
It is an invitation for you to leap in.
May you go marching in three-measure time,
Dressed up as asses and drunk to the nines.
Swing from the rafters shouting those songs
Gone unsung for far too long.
If boxing your shadow at the wall full of moss
And antlers approach you, then i am at a loss.
May you go marching in three-measure time
Dressed up as asses and drunk to the nines.
Swing from the rafters shouting those songs
Gone unsung for far too long.
Drink to the dead all you still alive
We shall join them, in good time.
Should you go crossing that silvery brook,
It's best to leap before you look.
Drink to the dead all you still alive
We shall join them, in good time.
Should you go crossing that silvery brook,
It's best to leap before you look.
If surrounded by toadstools at the old green glen,
I'm afraid there is little that i can recommend,
Save all of your courage and sincere prayer.
And where you go a' treading take the utmost care.
Drink to the dead all you still alive
We shall join them, in good time.
Should you go crossing that silvery brook,
It's best to leap before you look.
Drink to the dead all you still alive
We shall join them, in good time.
Should you go crossing that silvery brook,
It's best to leap before you look.
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(Demo Version)
Dodge Swinger 1973
Galaxie 5-0-0
All the way star's green, gotta go
Dodge Swinger 1973, top down, chassis low
Panel dim, planets align
A king is born
T-minus whenever I feel like
Galaxie 5-0-0
Panel dim, light drive
Jesus on the dashboard
Whenever it feels right
Whenever it feels right
Whenever it feels right
Once again
Dodge Swinger 1973
Galaxie 5-0-0
Planets align
A king is born
Whenever it feels right
Whenever it feels right
You know
Yeah, uh huh
I turn on the radio
Hey kid, are you going my way?
Hop in, we'll have ourselves a field day
We'll find us some spacegrass
Lay low, watch the universe expand
Skyway, permanent Saturday
By the way, Saturn is my rotary
Strap in, it'll be eternity
'til we make it to M83
Once around the Sun
Cruising, climbing
Jupiter cyclops winks at me
Yeah, he knows who's driving
Hit neutral in the tail of a comet
Let the vortex pull my weight
Push the seat back a little lower
Watch light bend in the blower
Planets align, a king is born
Dodge Swinger
Yeah
Whenever it feels right
Whenever it feels right
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I turn on the radio
Hey kid, are you going my way?
Hop in, we'll have ourselves a holiday
We'll find us some spacegrass
Lay low, watch the universe expand
Skyway, permanent Saturday
Oh yeah, Saturn is my rotary
Strap in, it'll be a long one
'til we make it to M81
Whenever it feels right
I turn on the radio
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