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I saw evil cupcakes spitting frisbees
With gunshots in their heads
I told this to my little missy
Back to bed is what she said
Different night, stronger visions
Now I’m floating in the skies
I saw this owl, upside-down
With cheerful yellow eyes
He asked me where I came from
I told him I was dead
But when the fella hid his rum
I became mad instead
I said what kinda fucking owl are you
Who speaks but does not share?!
In college dude you were so cool
And now you barely care!
Now this caught the owl waaay off-guard
He trembled, puked and cried
With his beak he displayed a card
Oh so sorry that he’d lied
Well I was sad I’d made him sad
Embarrassed as could be
But how will this card make us glad?
That’s when he grinned at me
Why, my friend, this card’s for weed!
Enough to smoke us silly
And so we rolled with utmost speed
And burned away that philly
Well our dispute it melted right away
But so did everything else
I awoke with not a word to say
I can’t convey the way I felt
Pumpkin-flavored watermelon-shaped penis,
Is really yum-yum, bigger than Venus
And rather interesting to look at.
But I didn't buy the one I saw today
Too much processing and pesticide spray
That's not the way a pumpkin-flavored watermelon-shaped penis should be!
Tasting like pee instead of like tea
…and pumpkin. Mmm I want some right now!
To eat 'til I'm gaaay or fat as a cow
I bet you want some too.
So tell ya what, I’ll find a real good one…
And we’ll share it.
Rhythms… patterned to perfection
Clockwise dancing, forever erection
Psychedelic magic for me and for you
The past isn’t present, so today is brand new
I feel it
We discovered it deep in the churning of things
New gold for the making of digital kings
New styles, new blood in new fucking veins
Laughing and screaming with childbirth pains
I feel it
My hair’s flowing longer than ever before
Fast as it’s wild, spacey and more
New York fuels my engine, it powers my drawl
To wake up the world with the shrill of my call
I feel it
It was way unexpected falling out of the loop
But I’m alive so it’s grandeur, resurrected from poop
Watch me call upon my taxi for the flight past unknown
To the sound of planet rock, the screech of just one tone
‘Cause the fanblades sound the music
Inviting me to stay
And I’m in a mood to choose it
On this fine LA day
On magnum stroke you went for broke, never caring why
You did not wear you did not tear, perfect in my eye
Merging love of book and stone with that of wild flame
Messy with your sandwiches, anything but tame
Chains enslaved our sweating skulls, we all got circled down
To a place where there’s no famine, no need to work or frown
Blank on every front besides that dormant inner light
Which shines on without mercy, through each and every night
It went above! It went below! I chased it through the halls
It held me to the hunt so bad I couldn’t help but fall
It drew me with its mystery, force I could not grasp
Real or not, it matters not. I’ll never break my task.
You were on my arm in pieces, you’d lost the will to sing
I knew that very instant you meant me when you said him
We’ll find a subtle landslide for the making of our war
The music marks our targets, it can sense a rotten core
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