Why don’t they tell you on the package
You have to sift thru all the wreckage
Today we dine
On the dross that Mephistopheles chucked in his car
They kill wild horses
on the hoof , or when they’re chasing a truck
they kill wild horses
and if they had a choice they’d lay an egg like a duck
Ol Mephistopheles had troubles of his own
when his cat ran out on him he totally froze
Guns ablaze, he came out swingin doubling in size
every 15 minutes, like yeast on the rise
Rock a bye baby on the tree top
When the beats start the baby will rock
Rock rock rock
Soul of the part your souls on the hop
Me on the bottom and you on the top
A hippy hippy shake prompting legs akimbo
Nobody can win you’re frigid or you’re a bimbo
Lou says “Take your baby out on the street and by the morning she’s another hit and run”
Now that’s some poetry right there but I couldn’t do that because my baby’s second to none
Baby’s on fire, time to put the cat out, my baby takes the minute train
She works from none to five each day and then she takes it back again
Rock my baby in the bosom of Abraham, knife out ready to dispatch his child
Rock this baby in the garden of Eden
Snake-bellied shapeshifter lighting fires in the wild
Demo by the Higgsmen
A View to die for
Its a place without a name
On an unnamed island somewhere
in the Mediteran….
…nian, Key Largo
or another obscure offshore port
Not made famous by Sophial Loren
Or Lady Gaga
It drives you gaga
when evil villains plot your demise
with a crew that is cruel and bejeweled,
with plans to kill you….
For… a view to die for
featherweight bodyguards die off like flames
Take the best, leave the rest
Pure evil is all that remains
But with a view to die for
Look at my jizzle -
What a man without tackle can do with a speckle and a dazzle in his eye
a bleary-eyed suit with a cock-eyed view
September the eightth brings a straightened view
Seamlessly aimlessly riding out the storm
Killing the ceiling-drag rat as she crawls and lays her eggs
across and about walls, studs and nogs
visceral slayings of the vicious few
Achoo, sneezing like wizened thieves
firing on all cylinders, beating their hearts out
fighting for dear life, killing as she lays her eggs
mandibles clattering by the fence
MANDIBLES CLATTERING RIGHT BY THE FENCE
Exfoliation with a loofah
How hard can it be
Don’t like cricket, don’t much fancy Betchadupa
Scratching at the seams like a buck-eyed dream
From gay Paree she came
Loaded up fully with a 10-inch loofah
Booked out till xmas with her high-price dreams
Scrathing the surface and ripping the seams
Pushin too hard can leave a sever welt
Welterweights scrap over which is worse
Paying more taxes and a shrinking wallet
Or the cold death of the universe
Scraping skin like ajax on steel
Scouring, not harsh scratching that will leave you limp
A positive imprint, a possible match
Looky here, loofah breeder is quite a catch!
I just want to drink in yr pretty eyes
Lick the pupil and taste the iris
Don’t want to deaden yr pretty eyes
But if they’re dead already, o, Osiris
Now Billy-Ray and Miley had a real thing
But she found out ’bout Billy and Hannah
You come here again without exact change
I’ll kick your ass to Indiana
All across the state line
City limits too
Fighting back tears like a soldier of love
All the while questioning who is who
Fire and ice in your pretty eyes
Tell me where the passion burns
Freezer burns from yr pretty pretty eyes
The table has turned, the butter has turned
Rancid as a rampant Rumpole of the Bailey
Robust in every way but one
Smiley-house gizzards make a lot of sense
When you’re piling the blows on a chum
Demo by the Higgs Boson Precursors
Taita girls – Tight as a gnat
You can’t no tighter than that
Taita girls walk on a tight tight rope
And Nobody knows where the old rope goes
On another planet, on another plantation
Hangin on the bridge near Taita station
Nobody knows what a tight-as show
Taita girls do every week or so
T.A.I.T.A. G. I. R. L. S.
Push me becos I’m close to the edge
Heartbreakers with acute angina
Who could think of anything finer?
Old mr so and so
repeats his story from years ago
Of how a taita lass
commandeered his ass
And the blood-diamond flow
Continued from below
Taita girls stem the flow
A cutoff valve – bandaid just for show
Heartbreakers with acute angina
Who could think of anything finer?
By the rivers of Palestine
Where we used to bathe
Theres nothing like old england here
Except the fields of graves.
God save our noble king, go save his knob
Place it in this shallow basket to show to the hob-nobs
Crap in, Crap out the granola queen
Extinguish her before she breeds
Kentucky Blue grass beckons like “Squeaky” Fromme
Its so good to touch the blue grass of home
Grass as green as Sean “P. Diddy” Colmes
Oh sister let the good times roll
Sealed in the foment
Roughly impaled in the heat of the moment
Vaguely reminiscent of Henry Winkler
He was the first “Fonz”, like our first rodent
I remember the day the music died
Entertaining was once so straightforward
6 spoons on the left of me , a half dozen on right
Big Bopper gargling through the window beer-wall, “Well, that’s alright!”
either you harden up or you ‘harden up’…
you don’t have to take his shit,
break out do the voodo judo like you used to ,
no-one aint gonna give a shit!
Muscles , like a six pack of elephant beer
biceps like tennis balls tremblin in fear
that the crusher the coughin russian
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Steve McCabe with the seed
for the need of robitussin
will take you on for the whiff of a song
and that song is the plaintive tale of…
Violence, movies, sex on tv
old fashioned values don’t strike a key
harum scarum matter of fact
you can’t do that under the warsaw pact!
shifting scoria in a wheelbarrow now thats
hard as living angels can bear
fillin up a pail with a litre of oil
thats soul-killin, soul-killin yeah yeah yeah!
instant recall – like your mother said, you’re right up to your knees in dreck!
makin it with teletubbies like you’re the new broom in the room, hairy as shrek around the neck
try a little tenderness and a little less shoeshine it leaves a skidmark when you leave
inflicting paralysis on ejection is not my m.o. but if you bring it on yourself i can’t help than mister
please mister please will you save that ass for me , not once not twice but as many times as it takes to make it
powdery like a milk – pool in a a high flung wind as compared to the gnarly cess pool it is right now even the cretins and huns were howling how do you carry that thing about, its a weapon of mass destruction. saddam and gadaffi invoked the geneva convention!
the mlk gang took a mass collection, i don’t care i was paid up front in full
you’d be a fool if you think its over already its only just begun keep your eyes clear of wool,
those silver sixpences you saved will keep you well out of danger, bein a bush ranger makes you no stranger to danger
keep the bush fires burning with anxiety, fight fires not fire the internal , infernal heat of your majesty!
mlk’s alright by me, whatever suits your style
i got mine he got his both of us use the same turnstyle
to hoop the hoop and hop over and ream the philly’s coach with an iron baton and pound his nose into a wheaten mass, but i digress
cobblestone filters always hide the faded tears
the drippy side effects of yellowing beers
pleading , sometimes suerceceding such surlplus anger
what would it cost to be trained up as a bush ranger?
please mr qadaffi or whatever yer name is
salut, allah akhbar , the wind is strong in this one
tailpipe ballooning like a lead beret
goodbye, good luck see you out on the field some day!
