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Put the bass in the middle of my head, please.
Small dog, small dog.
(cough)
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Aye-Aye Monster
06:15
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(Lyrics inspired by a letter from Henry, a letter both hysterical and tragic, a letter which would have been nice to reproduce in the artwork here but we have been advised otherwise. Strenuously.
"The Aye-Aye is a very ugly lemur that is bad luck. Bad luck. The Malagasy kill it on sight" - ANON)
Aye-Aye Monster
Nourished by primeval slime
Plotting out sins, Maimboo grins
and wreaks havoc through recorded time
Marina sings in the village of kings
His music bring magic to many
While in the wings, Maimboo thinks "things
that he sings will bring many a penny"
In another strange land we find Jethro, a man
who has money and evil ambition
The Aye-Aye seduces and quickly deduces
the path to Marina's perdition
Aye-Aye Monster
With moneyman deep in its pocket
Steals Marina's magic
and conceals it where none may unlock it
Marina cries to the merciless skies
as the evil ones carry their mission
The moneyman yawns, and crushes the pawn
who does deeds not of his own volition
Marina begs them, they capture his legs
That he cannot return to his home
He threatens to shout, they capture his mouth
That their evil shall never be known
Aye-Aye Monster
Bring pain without warning or cause
Lays with the moneyman
Marina impaled on its claws
(A brief dissertation regarding American litigiousness:)
I would be more than glad to tell the story the way it really is
But jackals would soon emerge and feast on my poor pathetic head
It's so very nice to know in Modern America that you
must never unveil the truth about the injustices under the bed
where industry's borne and bred
Without risking wrath from a gaggle of blood-starved men
Who's strip you of all that you are 'fore you count to ten
And so I must sing you this tale as a metaphoric stew
Because if you knew all the facts they might come for you
Aye-Aye Monster
Nourished by primeval slime
Pray for the day it no longer wreaks havoc through time
NY TODY TSY MISY
NY ATAO NO MIVERINA
NY TODY TSY MISY
NY ATAO NO MIVERINA
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3. |
Haiku Andy
00:30
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Scottie dogs are great
They run and play and chew things
They know what is good
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4. |
Island of Lost Luggage
04:42
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5. |
Nests
01:57
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Career Politicians
07:54
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Tie me to the mainmast
I’ll hang until the dawn
I couldn’t feel more strongly
It’s time for moving on
Proper ways of doing things
Improper ways of not
I can feel my heart break
As I watch potential rot
Pardon the short notice
But one heeds the heart at cost
I couldn’t face the morning
If I let these thoughts be lost
So tie me to the mainmast now
I’ll hang until the dawn
We sail without direction
The rudder long since gone
A very special episode
Tonight we wave goodbye
I heard there’ll be a spin-off
So dry that reddened eye
Tie me to the mini-van
It’s time to hit the road
I feel my spirit changing now
A goodbye kiss for toad
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7. |
Haiku Henry
00:43
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A wet fox
Coughs at midnight
Surrounded by fireflies
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8. |
Ennui (Prelude)
01:30
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Ennui
Ennui
It’s not a maitre’ d
It nails me to the bed and makes me wish that I was free
Ennui
Ennui
A steel jaw trappin’ me
Don Van Vliet could come to call, I couldn’t twitch a knee
Take my head to the market (make it eat a Scooter Pie)
Take my head to the market (make it eat a Scooter Pie)
Take my penis to the bus stop (throw it under the wheel under the wheel under the wheel)
Take my head to the market (make it eat a Scooter Pie)
Ennui
Ennui
Relentless rabid bee
Call me pathetic prat, I’ve not the strength to disagree
Ennui
Ennui
Breakfast time is 3:00
A piece of cheese, some Fritos and a can of beer or three
Take my head to the market (make it eat a Scooter Pie)
Take my head to the market (make it eat a Scooter Pie)
Take my penis to the bus stop (throw it under the wheel under the wheel under the wheel)
Take my head to the market (make it eat a Scooter Pie)
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Warm Papaya
03:58
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Shoko
00:44
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You seem to take no joy in the game
Why do you play?
Why do you play
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Waiting on Williams
08:24
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13. |
Hai Kuneally
00:40
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Pops loves them white boots
One time in Mississippi
You don't wanna know
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14. |
Hot Cakes or Abbatoir?
02:39
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I can't catch a fucking break tonight
I can't do a damn thing right
Were I to try to slice my wrist
Chances are I'd slip and miss
Here's my wee poetic sonnet:
Fuck the world and all upon it
Tell me know my debt is paid
Let me feel the swinging blade
Sir Director, please say cut
And halt act one of your film noir
Have the stagehands strike the set
Act two, scene one: Abbatoir
I demanded justice for a long time
How fucking insane is that?
Justice is for the rich, the lucky, the well-placed.
Justice is for the guilty, the vicious, the violent.
Justice is for the pervert, the corporate, the ruthless.
Justice is for the white, the male, the celebrated.
Justice is for the asshole, the mafia, the damned.
Hot cakes
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15. |
A Plethora of Piñatas
01:04
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16. |
Assembly Language
04:31
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You seem to take no joy in the game
Why do you play?
Why do you play? Are you a fool?
Do you put a gun to your head?
Bringing you pain. Nothing but pain.
Why do you play the game?
The game. Why be insane?
Why?
Manipulation, this is the game.
Leaving your tracks on anybody's good name
Calculate your darkest maneuver
Game the game the game the game.
Assemble, conquer, leaving your stain.
Calculate your latest maneuver
Search and destroy anybody's good name
Game the game the game.
All that can be said
Is that if you must ask
You couldn't possibly know
Yes I am a fool
And it will be my death
You couldn't possibly know
How I love it, I love it.
Manipulation, this is the game.
Leaving your tracks on anybody's good name
Calculate your darkest maneuver
Game the game the game the game.
Assemble, conquer, leaving your stain.
Calculate your darkest maneuver
Search and destroy anybody's good name
Game the game the game.
Manipulation, this is the game.
Can't you see that you are the loser?
Will we learn that we are the same?
Game the game the game.
Manipulation, this is the game.
Leaving your tracks on anybody's good name
Calculate your darkest maneuver
Game the game the game the game.
Assemble, conquer, leaving your stain.
Can't you see that you are the loser?
Will we learn that we are the same?
Game the game the game.
You seem to take no joy in the game
Why do you play?
Why do you play? Are you a fool?
Do you put a gun to your head?
(You couldn't possibly know
How I love it.
You couldn't possibly know
How I love it, I love it.)
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17. |
Sirenita the Greek
02:31
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Implore me, Sirenita!
Bestow upon me the jewel of your smile!
Wave your silken hand above my head,
and make it be years ago, 3000 miles!
Explore me, Sirenita!
Expound upon the myst’ry of your hips!
Prance unbidden to the pantry, love,
and fetch the low-fat chips!
Teach me a lesson, Sirenita!
Bind my wrists with endangered pelts!
Call my friends and tell them about last night!
Raise welts!
Discard me, Sirenita!
Unload my husk in the gutter with haste!
Make it be years ago, 3000 miles,
when teacher beat holy fuck out of me for sniffing paste!
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18. |
Baby Blues
07:04
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Bop-uh ba baaah
Uhrup bo vo bow bo
Ohhpa boww
Bop-uh ba baaah
Uhrup bo vo bow bo
Ohhpa boww
et cetera
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19. |
Prince Poem
00:41
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Grunts to the left of us
Grunts to the right of us
120 feet of people shifting and making mistakes together
Beneath we can hear and feel
The primal beat of its massive engines
We're sailing on an upcurrent
Making mistakes on the way
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20. |
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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.
Learn more at keneally.com
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