-- The Conversation
I sent it through the wire
I sent it through the wire
It's gonna go
It's goona go
It's time will be dilated
So slow can't be cogitated
It doesn't know
It doesn't know

Do not answer calls ‘til I'm there
Don't pick up your receiver

Hello, you still connected?
Or d'you do as directed?
Don’t signal yes
Or signal no
You might not know you’ve waited
For this message seems like ages
In case that’s so
The triggers “Bonobo”

I can’t stress enough the stakes
You must all precautions take – to guard
We no more can afford mistakes
Preparational chores should keep you awake – at night

Announcement starts for the record
Time stamp: two eighty nine twenty second
Key decode
Blue Three Mode
C-R-C
One-one-oh
And here it goes
As follows:


-- Daredevil
Running past me as if persued
By the devil himself and his cronies too
Burning bright from the jet fuel
His thumbs up to the crowd he drew
I first noticed him 'cause of the fumes
Curdling the taste of my deep fried moon-pie
A lady fainted seeing the tableau
Later turned out just the flu

Something struck a chord in the way that his jaw was framed
In the glare, oh oh
Like the chemicaly fuel mixed in the beaker of my brain
I was snared, oh oh
To grow to be that immortal my mission became plain
Desire, oh oh
Oh oh.  oh oh oh

Tumbling off of a speed bike
Dodging bullets catlike
Bombs blow up rings that I jump through
Man eating shark strapped to my underoos
I'll be a double zero-oh-oh

Every show of his I would see
His bus jumps, his car flips, his bravery,
One show he was submersed in whiskey
For a week of death defying
Even his month enduring enui
I was glued to the TV
One thing certainly clear is he
Will make the pages of history

Years later I saw him at a signing at a store
Just a man, oh oh
The papers suggested he was at best mediocre
Just a sham, oh oh
But they never smelled his hair burn untill their eyes watered
Superhuman, oh oh
Oh oh.  oh oh oh


-- Ghostbusters
Five AM call, put on gear drenched in last night’s slime,
Reminder to self, find the right song, gets them to roam at better times,

Gonna bust all the ghosts I see
Gouling up this here big city
Gonna bust them all simply for be-ing

Gonna lock them up ‘n lose the key
Jailing them elec-tronically
One more wee nibble out of the twinkie

Sure there’s no trial, but they knew what they risk when from death they arise,
Their life sentence means, until... blah blah starting from when my beam fries,

Gonna plunge my hand in their chests
Pull it out and show them the mess 
That was their heart just so as to distress

Even if it don’t chill their souls
Thinking of it helps me down this pole
And grind out ‘nother late night spiritless patrol

Why did I, even sign,
 Up in the first place
No one ever, thanks me they just,
 Go ‘bout their days, never look my way,

I don’t care if it’s my great great aunt
I don’t care if to it they dance and chant
Gonna draw the line that crossing it they can’t

I don’t care if it is a hoaxed act,
And it ain’t post living like the contract
It’ll spend eternity in my containment shack


-- Leprechaun 4-In Space
  Don’t you know the Lep’4 came here for a show tonight
They said “The Space” (is the) only place that captures their sound right

Boy they go, they really go-o
But then they’ll go and end it all.  Their last call.
No more tunes at any hall.

  Can you imagine someplace that’s not heard of leprechauns
Somewhere they’re foreign to the thoughts of all the local John’s

How’d they act?  How would they be?
Without leprechaun mystery?

Ec-Aps-In-Dash
Four-Nua-Cher-Pel X2

  Leprechauns are only beast whose being’s reason’s known
Get dudes in space is what the scientists’ studies have shown

Pop one in.  Zamo, Presto!  Then you go-o-o.

Ec-Aps-In-Dash
Four-Nua-Cher-Pel X2

  We should have held out for another decade or two.
When the technology for lep to space conversion bloomed.
As it was testing space-ing was their “extict-i-poo”

‘though still’s the case, Unicor-orns, 4 Travel Space



-- Robot Ninja
The one time I didn't see a warning there
Just so happened to be like looking in a mirror

The second that I saw it spewing bolts and nuts
I knew immediately the game's secrets

They took my life's story and used it for an NPC
The rusted mechanical man falling apart and spitting electricity

So what am I to do?
How robot man sue?

Seems that my only recourse is vengeance by my own hands
Unleash my fury on those theiving game designers with my special ninja brand

Master teach me, what I need
your inscrutible lessons, I will heed
From your teachings, my enemies bleed
For ten long years, I'll've studied

I creep towards in (the) darkness of a moonless night
The clanking of my loose gears gives away the fight


-- The Hitchhiker
D'your momma say you, could be, goin' to Tennessee, with me.
I bet you she would, disagree, with our guarentee, to be, fare free.

But if you want to
We could alter our route
Hop on some modern canoe
And journey to who...knows where

Twenty years flew, by at least, enjoy all the drinks? And feasts? And deceased?

But if you want to
Again bid all adieu
I would join up with you
And rocket ship out of view.

But seems my thumb is, too wrinkly, to hook me a seat, so I open door and treat, some other niks-beat (beatniks).


-- Rabid
Aaaahhh--I Got Rabid Wisdom!
You got rabid, too!
You got rabid wisdom,
(so) Take a moment or two.



-- Delicatessen
Have these, noodles always
Tasted bland, or did my sense
Of pasta, accuity
Get injured in, that accident

Every day, I've got to eat a meal
And though it's not, like clubbing baby seals
I know that every pound I add of fat
Comes from chewing up, chunks of my own habitat

Pastrami, killed a cow
Wishing he, was behind the plow
Tons of truckers, cart it around,
Some meat packers, spice it up and down

Thousands of times, I've eaten here
I think I like, the atmosphere
I feel I've been, glued to the table
on top of eating, spiked consumables

Give me seconds,
Like I've not eaten,
I'll lengthen my run,
To burn off more portions

Imagine, my chagrin
when I'd found, what I'd eaten
twenty five, tons swallowed
give or take, a few truckloads

in all of those, kilograms
who's to know, if in slipped a human
pasta's fine, but can be bland
And never's crunchy, as a dash of hand

I've said enough
I'm not yet to the gills stuffed
Talking makes my stomach jealous
And atrophies my esophagus


-- Bride Of Killer Nerd
Twenty years ago she may have
Twirled her fingers in the guts of history
Gambled her future on a spaz
Who though seemed like a dud
He commanded seas of blood, to run hey hey

She was the first to admit she knew
What kind of soul that strolled behind those thick framed specs
Even before his intent debuted
He'd misused a protractor
Cranking out the prime factors, of animation hey hey

The sun turned cold, and, on the other side stars failed
The day slash night the tragedy began
When the geek some say possessed by the man with a pitchfork and tail
A martial dark artist, blood spraying from around his fists, unstopped by gun hey hey

And where was she in all this mayhem
Wasn't there some way that she could have intervened? 
Some say we more than should just condemn
Perhaps she had a role, do her fists fit cadavers' holes?  She claimed none hey hey

So sing along well sing along sing along
Poindexter's bride supplies tonight's refrain
"Whether's jock or joke the crowd to which you belong
May the record breaking feat, of his bone breaking orthopedic shoed feet, 
never be outdone hey hey.



-- A) Made us
Question: when our mommies and pops needed more hands to dig trenches,
what did they do? Answer: they just made us? oh.

When we hid under covers fearing what seemed to be so monstrous,
Why did we leave the bed?  Our stomachs made us go!

Not me, I'll never do, 
I'm never going to
There's no chance I'm telling you

We asked the rats why did they dance in front of cats with pasts so vicious
"They made us!" 'They' being the toxoplasma virus

Just 'cause the past said so,
That doesn't mean you know,
I'm an individual. - So shove off Joe

Everything burns a hole in my soul.
Wee-dee-dee-dee-dee
Got to spend it 'for I go.  You know, what I mean?
Living still, vacuum forming my role
Wee-dee-dee-dee-dee
Makes nooks and crannies that just won't, smooth to ease.

Why'd the killers have to be so cruel and chop them into pieces
No one knows. Their claim: Our DNA made us! No?

When the eighties taught us that we all should pitty the foo' suckas,
We responded, "I dare say Mr. T made us so."

Well, I pitty you more
Your argument's a bore
DNA ain't all answers. So once again

Patterns tell me where I need go forward
Wee-dee-dee-dee-dee
Add a zag to the contour. You know, what I mean?
True, my life could be optimized more
Wee-dee-dee-dee-dee
But I can live with repeating others failures



-- The Juror
Calling jur-, ror number three
Step on forward so we can see

What sorry 'scuse they seemed to've swapped for what they used to call a peer. yeah
What kind of so called man they've sent a postcard as a summons to appear. yeah

Where's the bailiff? check out this troll
This guy's transparent. (can) see his very soul.

If I wasn't in a court(room) I swear I wouldn't even deem to give (you) the courtesty of looking you directly in the face.  yeah
You're such a dirty scoundrel (we) couldn't even use you to replace the thing we wipe mud off of shoes when entering into this place. yeah

But sir, you surely must. see
That I'm just a product, of the very same society.

Calling jurror number -mmmm-....





-- Crawl Space
She told me not to think.
Cut the tether let your mind drift away from sync
I began to question coming to this clinic
Take my chances with some internet fix of the week

That’s when they crawled
The first time they crawled
I could hear them all
Each step of their crawls

I couldn’t name their way in
But I could say the month it must have been
Still clear when the doc checked my hemoglobin
But before I had that strange rash all over my skin

Suffer I their crawls
Inside me they crawl
They introduced them all
To me with their crawls

I’ve talked to those with expertise
The guess is they’re an alien strain of fleas
(I) Can’t tell if it’s their tunnels or colonies
That makes confusion (a) symptom of (this) disease

But how do they crawl?
I thought hands and knees “make crawl”
Ain’t it just walking by the “not tall”?
But the tests they show they crawl.

(important mumbling)


-- The Black Hole
I’ve eaten norm’ly
  Though pounding bran and prunes
For the last three weeks
  More’s more likely true
Though nothing’s come out me
  When hanging in the loo
A medical anomaly
  He claims gives credence to

I’ve got a black hole
  Chillin’ in my tum tum tubes
This ain’t metaphor(for) my soul
  Sucking up my bod’s refuse
I swear it’s actual
  
  Last night was more proof
  Wait wait, listen to the truth
While sleeping the air scat
  The pressure dropped real low
Though I’ve got no proof of that
(Else, where’d the air all go?)

Some ask ‘bout my weight
  How d’you lift that gut?
I assume cause it should accumlate
  By eating those donuts
But it’s been a level rate
  Covered in nougat
Mass conservation law’s mistake?
  Or you’re a total nut!

Just swallow these new meds.
  Or perhaps the mass is lost through Hawking radiation?
Go to your cell and rest your head
  That would explain last night’s stellar animation...



-- The Great Race
I have been searching on the horizon
 for them for hours now
 ain't seen nothing but the dirt and clouds

I know I can't be more than three K out
 but even at full steam
 for thirty days at least that means
 
I wonder if I should just quit
 The year of free food, free drink, free air, forfeit.
 
But I dig deeper down in my willpower
 Primate brain turn off
 Repitilian drive, my being devour.

Every milimeter I claw
 And every gear tooth, inter-, locking, my awe.



-- PSI (Low View)

Looks a bit like a turkey temp test
Button pops out lets me know the air's compressed
Here's to the day that I'm done with my quest
Put my feet up finally get to rest

"Take a trip along the Nile,
the time away with be worthwhile."
 Would they still recommend, their advice again?
If only I had stayed at home,
I wouldn't need this pressurized dome
 I'd not need anything...

Now I dig deeper in the earth's crust
Bumper sticker reading "China or bust"
Striving for the thick air's what I must
Otherwise my innards will likely combust

Way down here I don't see much
Even the worms have long since lost touch
 Everything I knew, has long been out of view
Two or three strata below the dirt
I see molten rocks lacking names from experts
 Sanity overdue

Atmospheric pressure: thirty three oh PSI
Atmospheric pressure: thirty three oh one PSI
Atmospheric pressure: thirty three oh one zero five
thirty three point oh one oh five three two five

Plenty of time to rethink plans
Spot mistakes in how I began
 Though I've no chance to - stop for a redo
Had I dug through ocean floor
Could have started one K atmospheres more
 Yeah, oh well.  Later for me.

Feels like the walls are changing color
Could be true or I'm just (a) bad recaller
The drilling bit's steadily getting duller
To whom it may concern I'm a ROTFL-er




-- Traffic
Driving through these
Raining dark streets
Everything I know, the cubic reach 'round me
Noise I can see
Strives to deafen me, but can't hear their trying

I bask in reds reds and greens
My cohabitants machines
This daily sore my species gangrene

I imagine street lights
Futuristic robots
Studying our rites

Smiling down upon me
Artificial thumbs up
Encouraging

Calling beckoning
Mass honking flowing
A liquid like glass, never really moving
Windsheild fogging
World is obscuring, totally fine with me

And I do not want real
This environment of steel
My brain's on auto, I want mobile

But your brilliance lights up
Interior spaces
whites out the backup

Your infrared sight
bores through fog and metal
A sympathy termite

I give you the wheel
Benevolent guidance
Take me home