I will slur. And heel. And hem. And haw. I will eat a monkey paw. . When you call me up and command me. To come over to your house. For sex and tea biscuits.
Back in elementary school. Fourth grade, I think it was. I had this friend, Ethan. During lunch hour. We used to go to eighth street. For pizza and jelly donuts.
Jesus Was Way Cool. King Missile _Mystical Shit_ Shimmy Disc. . Jesus was way cool. Everybody liked Jesus. Everybody wanted to hang out with him. Anything he wanted to do, he did.
I want to be different, like everybody else I want to be like. I want to be just like all the different people. I have no further interest in being the same.
If Only. by John S Hall and Dogbowl. King Missile (Dog Fly Religion) _They_. Shimmy Disc Europe SDE 9023/CD 1990. . If only x 4. If only x 4. . If only we could turn our heads into melons.
Why don't you write me. Call me on the phone. Say Western Union. You can find me home. . I say, I'm sorry. I said, I'm sorry. . You know I bled you. Led you on a lie.
I'm open, you can enter me. You can exit me, you never have to ask. I'm open, open my head. Cut open my head, take the lid off my head. Empty out my head.
I Wish I had a story to tell. I Wish I knew the story of the cardboard man,. Or the Talking filmcanister, Or the Spoon that Moved. I Wish I knew the one about the wise guru.
In order to remember your dreams,. You must think of them as if they were little kittens.. When you wake up in the morning,. Before you get out of bed,.
When I drive through the great northwest. The snowcaps on the mountain tops. A pack of wolves surrounds my truck. And my fingertips are so cold. All this beauty and all those wolves.
The Heavy Holy Man sits on the hill,. Holding hard wooden ball.. Hears mysteries of the universe unfolding but blocks it all out.. He has one eye pointed toward the sky,.
It's so beautiful here. The swallows are swinging and swaying. Sweetly tweeting in the fruit trees. Sparrows hip-hop into my hands. And somehow I hold them and gently pet their wings.
He needed more time. He needed more space. He needed more money. He needed more friends. He needed more music. He needed more food. He needed more drugs.
I don't know why. I'm always inclined. To end on a happy note. Though the point may be mute. like a ten year old boy. With his throat. And his dreams.
In this happy sing-song hell hole. In this torture house of glee. In this perfect playpen prison. There's so much to do and see. . On this euthanasia morning.
Hey hey, look at me. Hey hey, I'm Phillip glass. Hey, look at me over here. Hey hey hey, Einstein. Hey, get off the beach. Hey Einstein, hey hey look.
Posted By: Font (Font). Date: Wed Feb 27 01:12:27 1991. Title: Gary And Melissa. Gary and Melissa. John S Hall/Dave Rick. from the King Missile album _Mystical Shit_ on Shimmy Disc.
Frightened and Freezing. Everyone is so cold. Every time I touch something. My fingers get burned. Icy hot-scary world. . Somebody is Howling. Nobody is hearing.
I can't relate to people. Who rush to catch the train. So much strain. For such a momentary gain. . Why not just once. Try to live a day. In a leisurely way.