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Laughing At Maya
Journey of Sound (lyrics: DJ Mindtrip)
Welcome to a journey of sound and grooves for your mind
Ysabel’s Fetish
Some girls like salami, and some girls go for Spam I once knew a vegan chick with cucumber in hand But Ysabel likes bratwurst (yes she does!) Ysabel likes bratwurst (yes she does!)
I once knew a girl who had a PhD (Pretty Huge Device?) She opened up a butcher shop and then she said to me: Ysabel likes bratwurst (yes she does!) Ysabel likes bratwurst (yes she does!)
She once ran for mayor, to win that honored seat Her constituents were surely shocked at what she did meat! Cuz Ysabel likes bratwurst (yes she does!) Ysabel, she likes bratwurst (yes she does!) Ysabel digs bratwurst (yes she does!) Ysabel likes bratwurst (yes she does!)
(And kielbasa too!)
Regina and the Organic Helicopter
Regina kept staring at the Delta of Venus There was one tiny dot in the corner Just about the point where her eye couldn’t make out And it seemed to her that it was crawling slowly across the deltoid muscle Further creating a near-perfect imbalance Destroying whatever rapport she once had with the black-lace curtains
“Excuse me while the bed creaks a little here” She said somewhat absent-mindedly Taking my loose change and putting it on the nightstand
Reaching for the Rosetta Stone she kept in her left breast pocket She began to translate every gesture I had made to her that night Into some arcane language of her own invention Spitting it back at me like some deranged warrior priestess
Opening her mouth all the way open So her top jaw was exactly parallel with her bottom jaw And all of her teeth were pointing towards the sky Some kind of hideous unhinging of the head
She began to emit a wail that sounded like a banshee had found snakes in her hair Just then an angry swarm of bees emerged from a tiny hole just beneath her left nostril Right where she used to stash her cigarettes back in high school
Under the Sign of the Lamprey Eel She began to peel the toaster back from the strudel on which it had once resided Curling arrogantly around the remnants of yesterday’s dream Persuaded by the children of Achilles to seek forth on some new vision-quest
Gone are the days of the Prophets and Seers Gone are the days of the Oracles of Artemis and Athena Your Baals are smashed, and your Ashera poles are burnt cinders Fortunado’s cape has fallen to the ground And the mask of Zorro lies somewhere under the seven seas
Cuz Superman and Green Lantern ain’t go nothin’ on me, babe I’m the Spider that bit Peter Parker, and the bat in Bruce Wayne’s belfry And the Kryptonite hiding beneath Clark Kent’s bed With slathering, vicious jaws
Point out the farthest star in the night sky, and I’ll take you there Point out the darkest dream and I will send it out on wings like hurricanes Point out your own worst fear and let it be annihilated on the pyre of your own raging glory
“Disaster Biscuits!” she exclaimed, running to and fro Like some maddened chicken Pouring on the dinner gravy
She basked in the glory that only she knew The glory that resided in the harmony of peas and corn Butter and biscuits
Underneath the left front corner of her house Enshrined like an eyelid sty Lay the greatest embalmment in the history of humankind The bones of Behemoth, the very monster itself! And the carcass of Leviathan, arisen from the depths To find its final resting place In the cellar of some suburban housewife’s gruesome collection
Oh, many men had trophies (Such as her husband) But none, none had trophies like this: Human heads adorned her walls Arms and legs lacquered and nailed to plaques Piles of whitened skulls Half-rotted, maggot-eaten carcasses Hung from hooks all about the gruesome room As a grim testimony to the others she’d invited before you
Luckily there was no change in her coin-operated zapgun unit Allowing you to make your timely escape in your eco-friendly, biofuel-powered organic helicopter
Satan Ate My Biscuits
Satan ate my biscuits When I first saw your face He laughed and munched hysterically It was quite a fall from grace!
Satan ate my biscuits When I first looked in your eyes His minions slavered slavishly As they divvied up the prize!
Satan ate my biscuits When I first brought you home Now I am and old man But I’ll never be alone!
Satan ate my biscuits (Satan did it! Satan did it!)
Concerto for Didgeridoo
You think you know the past? The past is just probability Like the future And we cling to our slowly-roving now Like a lamprey attached to some blind Leviathan
Compare cherished memories with dear old friends Funny how gospel truth is never the same way twice And if what we agree on seems all the more probable Well, there’s a reason for that
Some can do this in reverse (Or un-reverse, for time’s illusion) These we call the Seers These we call the Oracles of God
Just think the possibilities if we could master probabilities! We’d be lottery winners and never beginners
But at this time in Non-Time (Time being constant) It’s simply not probable your probability perception Could filter the fragments of Future Mathematics
All, but be grateful to Non-Time For you are a Now And it’s probable, Now, that you might be Here...
Welcome To My Mind (lyrics: DJ Mindtrip)
Welcome to my world Welcome inside my mind I don’t have no one to tell you what’s goin’ on So welcome to my inner being
I want you to free your mind Free your soul I want you to come on a journey with me Come on a journey with us
It’s really nice, get a little more drunk Alcohol is not the solution, but it helps the situation Come into my mind A vision for my thoughts
Tell me what you want Baby I wanna know who you are
I may be able to get you to Being very bubbly I don’t know I ran out of merchandise, I wanna get you there
We can fly Higher than high We can do things that nobody would think of
Welcome to my mind Welcome to my thoughts Alcohol isn’t the solution, but it helps the situation Welcome to my mind Welcome to my mind
Hey, c’mon baby I want to… I want to do things to you That nobody else had done to you
I want to get you drunk And laugh at you While your friends pick you up off the ground
Welcome to my mind It’s a mighty twisted mind |