1. |
Big Screen Boboli
01:01
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Ophunji's Theme
01:12
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Ophunji’s ideology has messed with Scambot’s liberty! How dare he! How dare he!
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3. |
Hallmark
04:44
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What did you see?
Can you remember?
Fever gripped your baby head.
Can you recall a stately procession of dinosaurs, cats, God’s seahorse, your favorite ball?
What did you think when the dinosaurs joined forces and staged a little passion play at the foot of your bed?
Shake off the sweat which gathered in your slippers when fever gripped your baby head.
Baby baby set my soul on fire, look at me
You and brother do not have to worry ‘bout a thing
I’ll bring the kandy korn that rights the wrong existence
That less elegant reality which don’t make nobody sing
These will be our clothes for walking ‘round in the night air. If life’s a joke, it’s very very good.
But if you were to make starbursts in the air...
Bless the little children.
Flow, you should.
Flowers, flowers – try again!
In London’s towers cry again.
So on you go, forgetting all your passwords.
I ran so fast, you ran so far.
Let’s run away, let’s fly to Spain, let’s eat a clam,
let’s buy a car.
I ran so fast, you ran so far.
This is no last hurrah.
We ran so fast, we’ve come so far.
Make your world of string and paper,
send it past the rooftops.
Dance into it, not glance into it.
Boldly advance into it.
Leave your footprints in the sound of windchimes.
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4. |
Chee
04:43
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5. |
Tomorrow
01:57
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T o M o R rrrr OWWWW!
Planets collide and I will preside
T o M o R rrrr OWWWW!
I decorate the walls where your consciousness resides
T o M o R rrrr OWWWW!
How do I make you feel this (and why do I want to?)
T o M o R rrrr OWWWW!
(a twist of my portable polyhedral dial and)
Yes, I will try harder
Yes, I will allow this to come through Now I must work smarter
Look, I see myself!
I’m 16.2 feet in front of myself
I see my face, I see my arm –
it’s doing that wiggly wiggly beckoning-finger thingy at me
I’ll heed my call, O
T o M o R rrrr OWWWW!
T o M o R rrrr OWWWW!
(a tweak of my mechanized equinoctial dial and)
Eagles dive from a cloud and Eagles biting the crowd and All heads bust out bleeding!
Bleeding! Bleeding!
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6. |
Cat Bran Sammich, Pt. 1
03:10
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Listening to vinyl
Eating an apple
Walking in circles
If I get ambitious I’ll work on the dishes
Walking from room to room
Cat Bran Sammich
There you go again
Refusing to believe in my death and rebirth by cat
Refusing to believe that I flew from my bed in the cold eye of a deep blue twilight...fell screaming in the valley of cats.
Taken to pieces, bit by bit, by thousands of claws and cat teeth.
Their whiskers tickle my skin as it tears, and I lay there in thousands of pieces in the sleeping bellies of cats and they dream there, wonderful dreams about the portions of me they had had.
Their dream balloons floating in the sky above them. Their dream balloons bump into each other and fuse and I am reconstructed whole from their dreaming and I fly fleeing from their foul, howling mews.
Cat Bran Sammich.
There you go again.
Refusing to believe that you’re not entitled to an opinion.
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7. |
You Named Me
02:48
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8. |
Cat Bran Sammich, Pt. 2
02:09
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...most marvelous lie our culture has handed down!
An opinion must be earned! But no one has time or inclination – it’s too seductive and American to semi-absorb one distorted factoid related by a cripplingly biased observer and presume that you know all there is to know, and thus armed with your ignorant, malformed, and sacred opinion, pound on your computer and spread your virus instantly, spanning hemispheres in the blink of an eye, where it can join forces with the countless other chunks of bullshit putrefying like undigested pieces of me in a cat.
(Nice to think that all the pieces of me could fuse into truth. But I wouldn’t bet the farm on that.
Cat Bran Sammich, there you go again.
Cat Bran Sammich, there you go again.
Campground Sammy, there you go again.
Refusing to believe in my death and rebirth by cat.)
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9. |
Saturate
02:36
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Scambot: I fall. Everyday, I fall. And I’m tall. Tall as a sprawled, mauled...
Kootch: Let all that poison leak out of you. It murders you on your feet. You don’t need darkness and doubt in you.
Scambot: I have this thought, friend. I need a blunt pen...
1- Get more ambitious and less pretentious.
2- Stop doing crack.
3- Free your mind and breathe ten times.
Oh. Make your dreams manifest, oh. Oh. Oh.
Let’s run to the water; I have a thought too!
Let’s go to the water; that’s where we’re brought to!
If that’s where we should go, well I’d go!
We don’t we just go! Oh!
We will saturate the world with with with with with with
We will saturate the world with with with with with with
AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME
AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME
Scambot: Oh! I’m struck with horrible doubt!
Kootch: Whaddya know – I am too!
Scambot and Kootch: We know just what we should do! Let’s go into this bar!
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10. |
M
00:51
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11. |
Cold Hands
02:49
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Cold hands
Cold hands
I knew a girl with cold hands
She was rich
She made hay in the Bahamas
Five weeks stoned on a throne of chrome
She learned little from the llamas
But she was foursquare, elastique, rampant...blist’rin’... stone fantastique.
Cold hands
Cold hands
Cold hands
I knew a girl with gold hands
Stole my soul
Rode us down the river
Demons gnawin’ at all our bones
But one thing makes the devil shiver
‘Cause she was foursquare, elastique, rampant...blist’rin’... stone fantastique.
A smiling older couple claps on 1 and 3 during the instrumental section. It is very sweet actually.
Cold hands
Cold hands
I knew a girl with cold hands
Now she’s mist
Vapor’d way into the ether
France or Finland, I don’t know
Shoulda knowed a toad like me would never keep her
But she was hardcore...big fun...way deep...snake tongue... foursquare...elastique...rampant...blist’rin’...
Stone fantastique.
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13. |
Foam
01:41
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14. |
The Brink
00:53
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15. |
Life's Too Small
06:43
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Inclement hobo
Statewide hobo
Untrammeled hobo
In stars: din-din
Then, orange rowboat
Planetwide din.
Outlandish hobo!
Pin, pin.
Sins of childhood
Sins of faith
As of piled wood
As waif is wraith
Frozen hobo
On a whim
Death planet logo
I spy big pins
Can’t go no higher
Don’t have no hope
Intrepid whiner
Got no rope
This fluckin’ hobo
This fluckin’ kid
I speak of childhood!
What you did!
Oh, oh
Planet logo
No, no, no, no, no
Stone’s throw from no-go
Aii! Aii!
Who let you try nuts?
You’ll never know.
Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho.
A key question in the study of human consciousness is whether its structure is unitary or distributed, ie., whether it has local serial or distributed parallel access to the contents of the working memory.
Are we conscious of one thing at a time, with attentional scanning over the contents of the stream of consciousness, or are we able to monitor a broad range of neural signals simultaneously?
Demons dangling squarely from a tree.
Wombat but-a-yearning to be free.
Facial tics inflaming entropy.
Bricolage and opals on the floor.
Iridescent panthers maiming four.
Fantasy fish, ticks forevermore...
Life is too small to hold them all.
Burning, flucking falling to the ground.
Rats who gathered, vibing to the sound of burning, flucking falling to the ground.
Pismo Beach, a raft, a windy day
Cosmo came and cars were blown away
Infants, screaming, laughed as if to say:
Life is too small to hold them all.
Sticks from trees that fall in gutter mud.
Cooking shows with vats retaining blood then bursting with a gratifying thud.
I, ‘midst crows and peacocks, sipping wine
You, effective hobo, strength’ning spine
Flapping, flucking, foot and foot entwine Life is too small to hold them all.
I and I entwined. I and I entwined. I and I entwined.
I and I entwined. I and I entwined. I and I entwined.
Life is too small.
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16. |
Behind the Door
04:19
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Behind the door
Behind the door
Ahhhh ahhh ahhh
Ahhh ahhhhh ahhhh’ahh Ahhh’hh ahh’hhh ahh
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17. |
Gita
12:10
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18. |
DaDunDa
04:29
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La doh da DaDun deDa
La doh da DaDun de Da...
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Mike Keneally San Diego, California
Mike Keneally has been a lot of things in his 35 year career: stunt guitarist/keyboardist, singer/songwriter, orchestral
composer, producer, music director, painter, and more. After getting his start in Frank Zappa’s legendary 1988 big band, Keneally released his first solo album hat. in 1992. Since then he has released dozens more and is working on a new double album.
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