MR. BUNGLE
Travolta (Quote Unquote)
Slowly Growing Deaf
Squeeze Me Macaroni
Carousel
Egg
Stubb (a Dub)
My Ass Is On Fire
The Girls of Porn
Love Is A Fist
Dead Goon
DISCO VOLANTE
Everyone I Went To High School With Is Dead
Chemical Marriage
Sleep (Part II): Carry Stress In The Jaw
Desert Search For Techno Allah
Violenza Domestica
After School Special
Sleep (Part III): Phlegmatics
Ma Meeshka Mow Skwoz
The Bends
Backstrokin’
Platypus
Merry Go Bye Bye
CALIFORNIA
Sweet Charity
None of Them Knew They Were Robots
Retrovertigo
The Air-Conditioned Nightmare
Ars Moriendi
Pink Cigarette
Golem II: The Bionic Vapour Boy
The Holy Filament
Vanity Fair
Goodbye Sober Day
All behold the spectacle
A fleshy limbless rectangle
Sitting on a pedestal
So nasal handicapable
Sniff and remember silver ball
Contortions that he can’t recall
The torso on a trampoline
The happiness melts into dream
To talk is an enunciated sneeze
To taste is some foul air to breathe
One thought it lasts a day and at that rate he’ll most likely live forever!
He’s a bird in flight, a hermaphrodite
And he fucks himself as he fucks the world
His twitching brain can dance within
Gyrating more like gelatin
A secret means of ecstasy
Acute and very olfactory
To see is colors crawling in the nose
To hear is stinking highs and lows
He’s got an itch but nothing with which to scratch the itch – so wish it away
With his mouth sewn shut, he still shakes his butt
Cuz he’s Hitler & Swayze & Trump & Travolta
Smell, Sweat, Movement.
Everyone’s dancing.
Disco.
Dimple.
Fading. Darker.
A subtle fragrance.
Faint.
Everyone’s dancing without him.
Where did it go?
Dark.
Odorless.
Nothing.
Slowly Growing Deaf (Sleep Part I)
As the congregation grows
The lung of solitude deflates
To my ears the greatest sin
Feel a bit like Beethoven
Simultaneous they speak unbeknownst
Exiled to the inner voice, difference is…
He had no choice
We can’t seem to find the air
To get our message through your heads
Poor respiration is sure
To keep clear communication obscure
As if I should care
As if you are listening out there
The louder you speak the more I can hear
The less I can understand
Pound on it, pound it in
To my ears the greatest sin
Feel a bit like Beethoven
Paint my lungs so silently
The darkest color of your noise
A crowd will contradict it’s own audibility
Can’t hear the dialogue for the voice
No one is listening
Yet ears are ringing
Ears are ringing…
In the morning I will see
What you were trying to say to me
As I respond into the sink
Need not again hear myself think
Ears are ringing…
Wax within my ears has grown
Just like the snot inside my nose
My interpretation of distorted conversation
I will kill for isolation
Sacrifice the energy
To enjoy the breath of silence
When the blood comes naturally
I have chosen to plug my nose
Before the threshold of pain has grown
Mole out from society
Survive off my soliloquy
Removed I can speak as he has
Bleeding from nose throat and ears
I wanna lock Betty Crocker in the kitchen
And knock her upper during supper
Clutter up her butter gutter
Hostess Ding Dong wrapped an eggroll around my wong
While Dolly Madison proceded to ping my pong
Your Milky Way is M’n’M in your britches
And I’ll tell you Baby Ruth it looks mighty delicious
Keep blowing my gum, cuz here I come
I’m gonna get you all sticky with my Bubble Yum
Knick knack paddywhack and give your dog a bone, baby
I was givin’ some head to some french bread
It was a four course orgy on the spread of my bed
French kissin’ french fries in my Fruit of the Looms
I get deeper penetration with a fork and a spoon
I got yogurt meat loaf smeared all over my ass
I stick my weiner in two buns and and then give it the gas
Sour cream from my spleen into Levi jeans
Gonna bust the seams with my refried beans
Ronald McDonald just loves to be fondled
With Big Mac he’ll fuck it like a Chicken McNugget
Colonel Sanders wants to goose Granny’s loose caboose
He’s gonna give her a boost with that Kentucky fried juice
Sooper doop poop scoop, loop de loop, chicken coop
Shoot some hoop, top sirloin from the groin
Topped with dick cheese, sneeze, wheeze,
From the skeez disease, wooi!
Take a dump, baby, squirt some gravy
Pour some sugar on me, honey, make it brown & runny
Give a little Flavor Flav, back from the grave
Gonna burn some toast, pump some humpin’ rump roast
Knick knack paddywhack, jump in the sack, in fact
Jerk the smack and crack Jack from the back
Bananarama or ramabanana
Fuckin’ Barry Manilow on the Copa Cabana
Squeeze me macaroni, slop your face with my bologna
You gotta syphon the spinach, you gotta cream the corn
Sperm scrambles the eggs and a meal is born
Cookin’ like a beginner, but I’m goin’ up in her
I had Fritos for lunch I’m havin’ bush for dinner
Chef Boyardee and the Three Muskateers
Shove Charleston Chews in their rears like queers
“Holy moly, guacamole!” said my Chips Ahoy
I’m gonna pinch a ravioli on the Pillsbury dough boy
Knick knack paddywhack and give your dog a boner, baby
We came to pottie…we came to pottie down your throat
A carnival for the human race
Cotton candy, happy face
A child talking with his mouth full
Girlfriend gets stuffed animal
A festive mood is all around
Another world is what we’ve found
Step right up, let’s make a deal
Ride the ferris wheel
You know there’s something lurking underneath the shape
With a mask over it’s head and makeup on his face
Will Warner Brothers put our record on the shelf?
Take a look in the mirror and see the clown in yourself
If you want to know what’s behind the show
You ride my carousel and enter life’s jail cell
Love and blood begin to meld, you’ve lost the self that you once held
Merry go round your head – awake, asleep, alive, or dead.
The clown that painted a smile on you
Is now the one unmasking you
Animated scenes unwind
Dormant figures come to life
Entangled in your own web
A twisted tunnel overhead
A glimpse of light, a drop of dew
You slide into the swimming pool
A roller coaster ride into the rivers of your mind
The currents merge, your feelings surge, your life’s a pantomime
Beauty is the spiral going round & round the beast
Without the vampire effect the carnival is deceased
Fun.
Roly Poly
Topsy turvy
Hang upside down
Fall to the ground
I think I’m going to be sick
Rotting from the inside
Over-incubated by the heat of fear and love
The self’s coagulated
Egg…
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
Boiling hard in euphemism
Slowly becoming part of the water
Like a frog who never knows
The jacuzzi’s getting hotter
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
How’d you know I was looking at you
If you weren’t looking at me?
A stagnant pale perfume
Conceived to block the pores
The clotting glands encroach
The endless comfort of a mom
Deep inside my tanning salon
Wishing life was poached
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
I can’t seem to differentiate
Between the yellow love you give and the white sex I take
I just want to fertilize you
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
The cracks finally appear
Release cholesterol tears
The flooded cyst drains itself of pus
The lonely stomach chills unless it’s drunk
So as she drives she’ll close her eyes
Feel it warming up inside
edisni eht morf gnittoR
evol dna raef fo taeh eht yb detabucni-revO
detalugaoc s’fles ehT
Egg…
Oh an egg comes out of a chicken
Oh a chicken comes out of an egg
There’s no place like home…
Do you remember
We called you puppy?
Now you’re one of us
We call you family
Family…
Treading underfoot and stinking ass
Hold the door aside and let her pass
Glaucoma
Reflections of a bloated lie
A life stored in your cloudy eye
Now it’s time to say goodbye
Stubb a Dub will never die
Chase a tail that isn’t there
It’s time to wipe your butt
Sliding down butt hill
Dahg Rastubfari – do you know
That you’re a fucking dog?
If you can hear me, then throw up
Give me a sign
And I’ll throw a stick, bring it back
Roll over and die
You taught me a lesson – thanks mom!
Do you understand me
Do you think about me when you’re peeing?
Do you really think you’re gonna grow
Into a human being?
This dog has seen better days
You’re gonna die
How does it feel, Stubb?
Eat & sleep
Fulfill your only roll
Let your problems seep
Out of your hole
Cataract
Do you remember
We called you family?
Now you’re underground
We call you memory
Memory…
Gone.
Impotence
Boomerang
I’ll stab you
Clumps of hair
In the sink
Who’s hiding
Things from me?
You knew all along, goddammit
But you wouldn’t tell me
Well, look at you now
It’s not funny, my ass is on fire
Paraplegic, inhuman liar
Carve a smile
On your face
Everything’s great
Suffocate
It’s beyond my control…I’m coming!
Boo
Redundant
Boring
Okay, all you pus-sucking motherfuckers out there
It’s time to win a chance to butt-bang
Your daughter’s tight virgin cherry ass to caller #666
The urge is too much to take
All I can think about is playing with myself
It’s time to masturbate
I’ve got my Hustler and I don’t need nothin’ else
Ginger…Ginger
My hand gets tired and my dick gets sore
But the girls of porn want more
So I flip throught the pages one more time
And I just let the jism fly
Yeah yeah yeah
A quarter for a peep show
A private booth or talking to a naked whore
XXX video
976 and I can whack it on the phone
Nobody’s home, I’m alone
The devil in Miss Jones
Nobody’s home, I’m alone
Aja & John Holmes
We got gushin’ gonads, tingling tushes
Hairy balls and hairy bushes
S & M, whips and chains
Pregnant ladies with menstrual pains
We got hand jobs and nipple tweaks
Finger bangs and slappin’ cheeks
We got rape, necro & both ways
And lots of hung studs for all you gays
We got incest & bestiality too
We got Sade & the sweetest taboo
We got girls who’ll eat your pee and poo
And guys who’d love to fuck your shoe
There’s she-males, lezbos, & shaved beav
And D-cup mamas with so much cleave
Senior citizens who love to watch
And sniff those skid marks from your crotch – yeah!
Ain’t got no woman next to me
I just got this magazine
And what’s on the TV screen
But that’s okay with me
I was trained to fuck you baby…
Clenched emotions
‘Round my ween
Feel my heart beat
Off and your head in
I feel strongly about violence
Love is a fist
There’s no effort
To what’s in
Open faced
Knuckle sandwich
I feel strongly about violence
Love is a fist
fistloveisafistloveisafistloveisafistloveis…
Nobler than Oedipus
Clairvoyant and toothless
Foreplay with no friends
Premature until the end
I’ve got a secret
Babbling senseless
No one will ever know
Kids can be so cruel
Smash the feeling
Suckle the sugar breast
Too happy – a jerk beyond a smile
An asphyxiophile
I’m the Humper; stop hitting me
Walking the plank, swallowing dirt
Johnny – just skin and juice and hair
A hero unaware
Tied in a knot beneath giggling
My own two hands tickling me
Innocent friction
Boys and girls are stealing my oxygen
Sex? There’s no such thing
All that’s left is laughing, choking, laughing
Playing solitaire
A rope and mommy’s underwear
Hanging on, letting go
Dangling to and fro
NOOO
It can’t happen here
Floating away
Tingling
Fluid seeping
Family weeping
It feels so good
So bad
But please
Don’t tease me
DISCO VOLANTE
Everyone I Went To High School With is Dead
Another summer rolls by
And I can’t help but feel pain
All those familiar faces
Come back to haunt me again
Whether I hated their guts
Or hardly knew them at all
I always felt far away
Beside them there in the halls
My yearbook keeps me informed
My yearbook keeps me in line
Its an obituary
Gives me a concept of time
We’ve graduated and grown
From a real world once our own
Yet we have proven them wrong
By dropping off all along
To chi chi koa kohg
To chi chi koa kohg
Mehnimm mehnimm
Manna mayou
Mehnimm Mehnimm
Manau
Manna mayou
Manaaauugh…
OoooooOOOooooOOOoooooo…
Wayaye a aye aye AY aye Ay aye aye a a
Wayaye a aye aye AY aye Eh ay a aye
Mehnimm mehnimm
Manna mayou
Mehnimm Mehnimm
Manau
Manna mayou
Manaaauugh…
OoooooOOOooooOOOoooooo…
Wh wht wh wh wh
Whi wh wht wh h
Hh ho ha ha hooh
Tpatda toomph
mm.h.m.mao.h.u.m
To chi chi koa kohg
To chi chi koa kohg
Carry Stress in the Jaw (Sleep Part II)
Powder grinding mouthful
Pull the day from the nocturn
Sonmiloquist is the nightmare’s song
“In the multiplied objects of the external world I had no thoughts
but for the teeth…and of Bernice I more seriously believed that all her
teeth were thoughts…the white and ghastly spectrum of the teeth…
meditations were never pleasureable…the phantasma of the teeth
maintained its terrible ascendency…” (Poe)
Lock into bitten dreams perfectionist
break like a childs mouth
Quiet
Don’t tell anybody
Don’t let ’em know
There’s a secret
I know the secret song now
They wouldn’t tell me
But somehow I found out
Yeah
Goddammit, I’m pissed off
I didn’t get to play on it at all
No way
They kicked me out of the band
Desert Search for Techno Allah
All but the truth – forget
And from this union cup
We will drink wine tonight
Qiyamat qiyamat a tawil’
Qiyamat qiyamat insan al kamel
Haqiqat itself is drunk
So drinks the Hidden Imam
Pride of the peacock angel
Under the feather veils
Dark tresses under the black light
Cattiva come adesso, non sono stato mai.
Ti faro male in posti nessuno potra mai vedere…nessuno!
Posti che ti faranna male per il resto della tua vita!
“Perche?”
“Ma perche?”
“Ma sempre, sempre cosi…”
“Guarda eh… Ma, ma voglio dire che…che”
“Io non sono una persona che…”
“Basta! basta…basta, hai capito!”
“Ti prego!”
Sai che puoi fidarti solo di me, non ti crederanno mai.
Escolta, escolta, escolta mi bene, occhio!
I denti non possano dire niente, senza la lingua,
perche la tua lingua e’ mia, mia, MIA!
My mom is better than
Your mom and your dad too
She knows nutrition well
That’s why I’m trim & lean
Because she cooks
She cleans
She lies…she says
I’m handsome
Once dad hit me so hard
Mom felt it on her cheek
Because she cooks
She cleans
She lies…she says
I am handsome (that’s right)
My mom
Is better than
Your mom and your dad too
She’s there when she needs to be there
That’s why I’m here today
Because she cooks
She cleans
She lies…she says…
You fuckin’ lied to me
I awake covered in snot
Dreamt I swallowed my teeth
And tried to cough them up
Pulmonate gastropod
Oh, for insomnia!
Render me proficient
If not at least useful
ghfuah blal he chaduduh chee hugh weh chee keh xooo hee hoh
ooooooo cikeetah xoo xeh
eooh le hugx yerheggkkk
ryzl ou hueau
pppddtdptdtt pppddtdptdtt
ue ue fhay goouuhf o lltt chteee
huucgcgudoo wuad!
chugaouh!
Poodah paytahy poodah paytahy poodah poodah paytahy paytahy paytahy poodah
poodah
fea dugh toog fax
fea dugh toog fax
farrag
geesh
zssu
guum
bom
Beez gbazgen mauz gaysh
bal gonskunn geez woazch
ma meesken loas gouase
geez gonskunn boz mosquiez
heh tzt oly huht
ma meeshka mow skwoz
owm ftt lguf hahg
foo oo oo oo
puooo bieczkaireeaux
rrrd t ch kee bbst seay tssm klt aaaaox
skadulehmedomgaswesh
goaduleh skeecs schoadulen mosqelaszz
beez gac goasgun
monsquaz
zoo ma mah manut mamoyugh
xi maa hea doo dauy dohdoyugh
tszeettaa ba doa bau koyugh
ma magh max maynot nolnoyugh
szi deah daddoobaught byugh
xi daa tdey gkao gho gkoyughfouuuuuuu
soan schwedea dn zewa tdieap
soan schwedea dn zewa tdieap
dtoyeum dtoyeum dmdipdihdeaudaht zdwitihdihttumptditutiua
soan schwedea dn zcwa tdieap
soan schwedea dn zcwa tdieap
bboawogh c wha fftyk onsk oooeeh oooeeh yeefm loolt msten
ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo
feydea tdn fa
feydea tdn fa gaugh
gzcc gmn ooo
ma meeshka mow skowz
ma meeshka mow skowz
soan schwedea dn skatdieap
soan schwedea dn skatdieap
sktoyeum sktoyeum sktoyeum dmdipdihdeaudaht zdwitihdihttumptditutiua
soan schwedea dn skatdieap
soan schwedea dn skatdieap goodeadogit goodeadogit glddehgoot
fea dugh toog fax
fea dugh toog fax
farrag
vaah
yoo
ee
hrrea kcun bahg bumpt
Happy to be backstrokin’
(do dat do dat do dat dat do dat…)
Fartin’, pissin’, and strokin’ my fucking dick
Ornithorhynchus anatinus – platypus
Sleeping geology
On the isolated shore
For millions of years
Experimental continent
On purpose or accident?
Mysterious evolving
Problem solving
A vaudeville? A nation including one superior creation
A vertebra? Inverted…quite unheard of…
Orphan in a family
And a sole survivor
He’s a living fossil
Reptillian? Mammalian
He’s a bird-beaked, beaver-butt Australian
Amphibious? Paradox wearing plaid socks
Furry beetle? A bugbear, and a palezoologist’s nightmare
Symmetrical physique of disbelief
The platypus has the brain of a dolphin
and can be seen driving a forklift in his habitat of kelp
He is the larva of the flatworm
and has the ability to regenerate after injury
No relation to the flounder.
Someone shipped him to the blokes
Who said he was a hoax
So they cut him to pieces, wrote a thesis
A cranium of deceit, he’s prone to lie and cheat;
It’s no wonder — a blunder from down under
Duckbill, watermole, duckmole!
Barnacle
They’re shining searchlights in the sky
‘Cause there’s a new God in the sign
It says their map is not their terrier work
And then I broke my telescope
But that’s the nature of the game
And you have to play
Bring back the pain of a god that’s never blue
You’re in control of the whole damned universe
Bring back the shame and the bright lights on a few
It keeps me coming back to you
The deaths were faked, the laughs were cries
But ressurrections are doing fine
You got me walking into suicide
And I’ll be there right by your side
In reproduction at your merry go bye bye
Here to paradise they go
Brighter made is their woe
As above, so below
We reached for an outside point of view
But its out of touch with me and you
I feel I’m walking into suicide
But you’ll be right there by my side
To beam my message into space as I die
Bring back the shame of the many for the few
Get on your knees and I’ll be coming back to you
Bring back the pain of an inverse world for two
It keeps me coming back to you
CALIFORNIA
Save me
The heavens have opened
The storm is over
So let’s start the parade…
Raindrops
Will turn to laughter
Forever after
In your technicolor heartbeat
And they say
That it helps you forget everything…
Sweet charity
You drink your poison from a cup of gold
Your gift keeps on giving and giving
Perfect photographs
Of Everest days
And postcard nights
Tearing through the paper walls of time
With sunset eyes
Telethons, Grand Canyon hearts
You numb your mind
With gloves of white and turpentine
Even the bombs and scarecrows will sing!
Sweet charity
Save me
The heavens have opened
And I’m alone
Sweet charity
Save me
The heavens have opened
I’m coming home
Sweet charity
Save me
The asylums have opened
I’m coming home
Sweet charity
I’m home free…
None Of Them Knew They Were Robots
Mendel’s machines replicate in the night
In the black iron prison of St. Augustine’s light
He’s paying the bills and they’re doing him proud
They can float their burnt offerings on assembler clouds
With omega point in the sight
The new Franklins fly their kites
And the post modern empire is ended tonight
From history
The flood of counterfeits released
The black cloud
Reductionism and the beast
Automatons gather all the pieces
So the world may be increased
In simulation jubilation
For the deceased…
Spray-on clothes and diamond jaws
Wrinkles smoothed by nanoclaws
With my machines I can dispatch you
From this world without a trace
Our nostalgia ghosts are ready to take your place
Content-shifting shopping malls
Gasoline trees and walk-through walls
None of them knew…
I feel the grey goo boiling my blood
As I watch the dead rise up out of the earth
Try to hide from the lies as they all come true
Deus absconditus
Deus nullus deus nisi deus
I feel the grey goo boiling my blood
As the fenris wolf slowly bites through his chain
Try to hide the myth as it becomes a man
None of them knew they were robots
Buying an X or an O
In state craft tic tac toe
Cats game for Joe Blow
Post industrial bliss
A binary hug or kiss
Can be wrung from utility mist
They stole the great arcanum
The secret fire
Moloch found his gold
For the new empire
Once again
The necrophage becomes saint
Lindy hop around the truth
Jump back wolf pack attack
Slap back white shark attack
Swingin’ up there in the noose
Jump back wolf pack attack
Slap back white shark attack
Phased array diffraction nets
From full-wall paint-on TV sets
Migratory home sublets
And time shared diamond fiber sets
Recombinant logos keys
Bitic Qabalistic trees
I feel the grey goo boiling my blood
As leviathan and his bugs freeze the sea
Try to save the world by immolating myself
From history
The flood of counterfeits released
The black cloud
The resurrection of the deceased
Automatons gather all the pieces
So the world may be increased
In simulation jubilation
For the builders
Of the body of the beast
Before you advertise
All the fame is implied
With no fortune unseen
Sell the rights
To your blight
Time-machine
While I’m dulled by excess
And a cynic at best
My art imitates crime
Paid for by
The allies
So invest
Now I’m finding truth is a ruin
Nauseous end that nobody is pursuing
Staring into glassy eyes
Mesmerized
There’s a vintage thirst returning
But I’m sheltered by my channel-surfing
Every famine virtual
Retrovertigo
A tribute to false memories
With conviction
Cheap imitation
Is it fashion or disease?
Post-ironic
Remains a mouth to feed
Sell the rights
To your blight
And you’ll eat
See the vintage robot wearied
Then awakened by revision theories
Every famine virtual
Retrovertigo
Inside of me today
There is no one
Only asteroids and empty space
A waste
…They’re looking through the windows at me…
Get me out of this air-conditioned nightmare
Rots your brain just like a catchy tune
You will hate life more than life hates you
Happiness is your illness in an air-conditioned nightmare
…Burn all your mementos of me…
Walkin’ on air
Up from the wheelchair
I’ll find the suicide
That I deserve
Walkin’ on sand
Forgotten where I am
But it’s so comfortable
Here in the sun…
I only see rainbows
Now that the bandages are gone
Through my window, there
From the skyscrapers
Down to the submarines
Birds and fairies
Sanctuaries
Atop the rolling hills of hell
These words are sledgehammers
Of truth
That pound the iron heart
Of sin
Bloody smiling
Vandalizing
My wet dream is drying up…
Where’s my rainbow?
Where’s my halo?
There’s my halo!
He who hears in the vast silence
He who wafts on the red wind
“In extremis”
He who leaps across the precipice
He who steals pearls from the ashes
“Ride si sapis”
‘Ave atque vale’
I shall rise again
Bardo of the flesh
So feast on me
All my bones are laughing
As you’re dancing on my grave
‘Ave atque vale’
Hush me, touch me
Perfume, the wind and the leaves
Hush me, touch me
The burns, the holes in the sheets
I’m hoping the smoke
Hides the shame I’ve got on my face
Cognac and broken glass
All these years I’ve been your ashtray
Not today
I found a pink cigarette
On the bed the day that you left
And how can I forget that your lips were there
Your kiss goes everywhere, touches everything But me
Hush me, touch me
Champagne, your hair in the breeze
Hush me, touch me
Lipstick, a slap on my cheek
Your eyes cried at last
Told me everything I was afraid to ask
Now I’m dressed in white
And you’ve burned me for the last time
This ain’t the last tine
You’ll find a note and you’ll see my silhouette…
There’s just 5 hours left until you find me dead
There’s just 4 hours left until you find me dead
There’s just 3 hours left until you find me dead
There’s just 2 hours left until you find me dead
There’s 1 more hour and then you will find me dead
There’s just…………………
Golem II: The Bionic Vapour Boy
Golem II: the self-perfecting
Lie-rejecting
Human mind correcting
Totem of the living
Self-organized, wrought from the clay
Our king by night, our slave by the day
Giga-giga-gilgamesh
What do you know?
Watch the human life show
OK let’s go
O my double
He can pop your bubble
That means trouble
Stronger than a lion
Golem II: the bionic paper boy
Self-perfecting
World-inspecting
Lie-detecting
Our instructions
His induction
Big production
Golem II: the bionic puppet boy
Giga-gilgamesh
Gigagigagigagiga
Beast of burden
Spirit lifting
Master of shape-shifting
Seamless drifting
Shining spotlight
Screaming mobs and stage fright
You get it right
Building a new zion
Golem II: the bionic vapour boy
War-directing
Mind-inspecting
Man-correcting
Our instructions
His induction
Big production
Golem II: the bionic vapour boy
In fiber optic illusion
The flickering eyes
By flourescent lights
Supplicate before machines,
Self-reflecting
The legend of modernity:
The phosphenes explode
God’s eternal strobe
Through the holy filament,
Graven image
You’re not human
You’re a miracle
A preacher with an animal’s face
In your sexy
Neon smokescreen
Lie the supersalesmen of vanity
Even your shadow worships you
In your jungle solitude
With the orgies of the sacrament
And the seal of flagellants
God saves those who save their skin
From the bondage that we’re in
I’m elated
I could cut you
And remove the sheath of your ignorance
Bless the eunuch
And the Skoptsi
Will you hurt me now and make a million?
Say cheese, baby
We all love you
But it’s a cheap world and you don’t exist…
Slit the fabric of the right now
Spread your legs and wear the crown
Tell me how long, lord, how long?
Till I get my beauty sleep?
Now the hourglass is empty
The moment of my de-sexing
Cut it
Cut it
Cut this cancer from my soul
Now that I’ve made it…
I’m finally naked…
Your lips say one thing
But the drugs say another
How can I massage
This inter-galactic ulcer?
Goodbye sober day
Hello milky way…
Pin my ear to the wisdom post
Hang me up and drain me dry
Mend my shipwrecked spirit
Lift the veil from my eyes
Goodbye sober day
The years grew wings and flew away
Ghosts of the past become barbarians
Of the future…
And I still pity you
Because what you said was true
Goodbye sober day
Hello milky way…
May your sun be blown out like a candle
May your sea burn like tar
May your sky be rolled up like a scroll
May your blue moon drip with blood
What would they say
If you went up in smoke?
If I dug you up
And made soup of your bones?
Goodbye sober day