1. |
Shrimpimp
03:00
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All dressed up in LEDs
Tell me, what do you want to be
When you grow up?
(glow up!)
GROW UP!
You could be a shrimpimp at a prawnshop
With your pump boots and your flattop
With your broombox and your ragtop
You got soapscum rocking in a headlock
While the Tantric Tarantulas
Be Nibbling at the Nebulas,
The Nipples of the Nephilim,
You know that I grew up with them?
Eh?
You know that I grew up with them?
You know that I grew up?
If I should throw ^UP^ my dreams
I'd come vDOWNv with the Flew
And with my feet upon the ground
learned things I never knew
things I never do
Or you could be a Lobster Mobster with a krill grill.
"Put your money where your mouth is with your ill will."
I've got a grill full of krill, skrilla and dough.
"You're worth your weight in gold in the Glasgow flow."
Skrilla by the pound, doe by the pence,
Pensively impounding every goddamn ounce of sense!
"You swore you'd never swear again!"
Well, that's the way it goes my friend.
If I should throw ^UP^ my dreams
I'd come vDOWNv with the Flew
And with my feet upon the ground
Learned things I never knew
Things I never do
(All right, hang in there
I’ve got this other verse too
real focken tongue-twister this one
hang in there)
Roller derby topsy-turvy roller-coaster ride
hocus-pocus hokey pokey Buddha-pesticide:
The rhyme dictates the reason; the meter rules the tide.
"How do I decide what is hiding in my mind?"
Mariachi marionettes, caffeine and cigarettes,
Rorschach cave-art in foam around the rim.
"If you're drowning in your cup, then you better learn to swim."
That's why I prefer drinking beer to drinking gin.
Foam around the rim.
Foam around the rim.
You know that I grew up with them?
You know that I grew up?
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2. |
The Lemur King
01:38
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3. |
Monkey Business
05:50
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We came down from the trees
and we moved under the sea
sea monkey see monkey do.
With the serpent on his arm
and the apple with its charm
sea monkey, sea monkey dew
Oh, let’s go within
let’s contemplate our origins
Oh, let’s go without
who knows what we could find up in the clouds
There is a place inside us all
where sin is still original
a place where we ReVerse the fall
(it means we verse it differently)
We place the apple on the tree
like backwards played pornography
where coming is going
and knaming is knowing
a tale retold eternally
we rewrite our own history.
We came down from the trees
and we moved under the sea
sea monkey see monkey do.
With the serpent on his arm
and the apple with its charm
sea monkey see monkey do
Oh, oh what a day
I hope another comes along,
oh, let us pray.
Oh, oh what a night
I’ve never known one quite like this,
oh no, not quite.
Oh, oh what a day
I hope another comes along
without delay.
Oh, oh what a year
let’s close the book on this one now as another one draws near
Oh, oh what a song
Let’s write another one just like this
But not as long
sea monkey see monkey do
sea monkey sea monkey dew
(Monkey dew!)
sea monkey see monkey do
(Monkey dew!)
sea monkey sea monkey dew
And at the end of a long evolutionary day the monkey lays down in the field and stares up at the moon through the trees; the earth’s enlightened child, magnetizing the monkey with its lunar lullabies, urging it to follow its example—to leave the earth, it says:
“Rise, enlightened child
I left the cradle long ago,”
raining down its golden smiles.
“On and on, off we go!”
Monkey, shed your skin
as without, so within
moving on into space
the finish line, the human race.
On and on, to the stars
on and on, it’s cold up there
So far out, will we find
the body will be kept in mind?
So far out, will we find
the body will be kept in mind?
So far out, will we find
the body will be kept in mind?
So far out, will we find
the body will be kept in mind?
Full moon, stuck up in a tree
out on a limb, eternally
tree of life, geometree
set yourself from matter free
So far out, will we find
the body will be kept in mind?
So far out, will we find
the body will be kept in mind?
So far out, will we find
the body will be kept in mind?
So far out,
the body will be kept in mind
So far out,
the body will be kept in mind
The body will be kept in mind
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4. |
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Laptop of the morning to you
have a look at your Liquid Crystal Display (LCD)
and see what the future has in store for us today.
Unseen beyond the screen, there resides our ancestry
Our forefathers, our grandchildren
I strive to strike through the screen
to reach the other side
I seek the philosopher's stone
a rock technology by which to finalize infinity
The ultimate goal of all technology: to transcend space and time
and I take that to mean... communication with the dead
and preferably in rhyme
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5. |
Petrified
05:27
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Bruce Lee played Ping-Pong with nunchucks
I put a leash on my pet rocks
whatcha laughin' about? That's my labradorite!
It's alright you can pet, don't be petrified
He's as good as they get
he's all bark and no bite
barking all through the day
barking all through the night
Don't be petrified
The rocks (the rocks)
The rocks (the rocks)
They're sexual deities
Stone-faced royalty, entwined
Don't be petrified
The rocks (the rocks)
The rocks (the rocks)
They contact the Pleiades,
Leave all mortal soil behind
Don't be petrified
Earth defiance
Sky alliance
Dumb-as-a-rock
Rock-it-science!
Don't be petrified
Yes that's right
this labradorite
has trapped the northern lights inside
How do you like this warm welcoming reception?
Of sunlight touching rocks with fossilized perception
It’s made all of these wonderful arrangements
to store your memories in so that you don't estrange them
and if you choose to rearrange them, rearrange them
take them with you, if you promise to replace them
Yes that's right
this labradorite
has trapped the northern lights inside
Don't be petrified
Don't be pet terrified
Don't be petrified
Don't be pet terrified
The Celts had a thing called the InterKnot
it tied all things together like connect-the-dots
and Stonehenge was the router
but we all forgot how to dial up to the stars and the dead below
because the modem was too old and the connect too slow
yeah, the InterKnot.
I'm Leprekanye West.
I've got a pot of bling.
It's off the chain and in the chest
a golden heart with interest
so take these seedy words
and you better damn ingest!
And don't think I'm jesting, fool
I've got a vested interest.
I'll give you back a thousandfold whatever you invest.
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6. |
Silent Sirens
05:39
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Row, row, row…
Sailing past the silent sirens
I request of them a song
Cause you know my ship’s been (w)reckless
For unfathomably long.
Should you choose to raise the dead
Be sure to raise them well
Or they might grow up
To become a living hell.
Tie me to the mast!
Plug my ears with beeswax!
Pray we’ll safely sail past!
As we brace the rowdy rapids and row.
With my craft as my raft,
We brace the rowdy rapids
With my craft as my raft,
We brace the rowdy rapids
With my craft as my raft,
We brace the rowdy rapids
and row…
Trouble up ahead
Trouble underneath
White crests and the depths
Sirens singing us to sleep.
A flash of light reveals a sight
Sailors fear to see:
A field of masts with ragged sails
rising from the reef.
A little known fact about the sirens is that their deathly serenade was not charged with malignant intent. The sirens themselves had a curse rested upon them—the curse of eternal life, and of possessing a voice so beautiful that if any man would hear it, they would bear the weight of the ultimate rock song. But were a man to pass by unscathed, not only will he have heard that song and overcome death’s calling, he would also have lifted the curse of immortality from them, allowing the sirens to perish peacefully…
With my craft as my raft,
We brace the rowdy rapids
With my craft as my raft,
We brace the rowdy rapids
With my craft as my raft,
We brace the rowdy rapids
and row…
Weary of the water
star-bored and bored with land
keep up your stoic rowing patterns
So I may understand
this song of death that’s sung to me
with mantic empathy
could hypnotize or paralyze
For all eternity
or tie willful mortal men
to the mast of their self-mastery.
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7. |
Creature Preacher
03:52
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(I'm in the prime of my life!)
All these crippled concrete creatures
are my cronies and my teachers
I’m a creature preacher
Speak the language of the street.
Where the sidewalk ends the other side begins
So take a walk with me, I’ll help you understand
No harm in harmony
We’ll keep you safe from harm
We won’t set off the purple burglar alarm.
And all the pachyderms in packs carry Pakistani flags.
An alpaca packing heat is shooting glances at their feet.
As he spits with disdain it forms a Mandelbrot stain
On the bright hot sand of strange and foreign land.
All these crippled concrete creatures
are my cronies and my teachers
I’m a creature preacher
Speak the language of the street.
All these painstaking stain-stalkers cleaning up this mess
Of chain-smoking skinwalkers’ metamorphosis.
This landscape is shedding skin to decorate the outside from within.
Like cave art on concrete, no street art can compete
it’s truly off the wall, completely overhauls the human mind.
Too street-smart for wall art, this city has a stone heart
But there’s a way to get inside:
Make windows of this concrete wall
See through it like a crystal ball.
In the city everything is made up of concrete and stone
Where do I fit in? I’m made of flesh, blood, and bone.
Outline my thoughts in chalk, I watch the sidewalk like a hawk.
This psychic teleprompter beneath my feet, as I shuffle to the beat.
All these crippled concrete creatures
are my cronies and my teachers
I’m a creature preacher
Speak the language of the street.
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8. |
Eclipse (Halfway)
05:12
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Halfway, halfway,
I’ve waited all day,
halfway, hurray!
How are we to endure this light so obscure?
How are we to resist if this darkness shall persist?
Everybody’s got the eclipse on their lips
On the tip of their tongue, it won’t be long
It won’t belong
It won’t be long
It won’t belong to anyone.
Halfway, halfway,
I’ve waited all day,
halfway, hurray!
Oh, all the pleasures we’ve denied
For our devotions throughout time
How brightly they outshine
The hidden reaches of the mind
Halfway, halfway,
I’ve waited all day,
halfway, hurray!
The tension between night and day
Eclipsing what we have to say
The symmetry of life and death
A cemetery of the breath
Our eyes orbit the obituary
A eulogy, unspoken text
Reflections of the planetary
Revolving round a void.
The nearest graveyard is a bookshelf
We pay our respects to ourselves
Revived in spirit by the voice
We raise the signal from the noise
Shhh… we raise the signal from the noise
Shhh… we raise the signal from the noise
Shhh… we raise the signal from the noise
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9. |
Tragic Magic
05:05
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We’ve all fallen victim to this tragic magic
cursed by the misspelling of this magic spell
but now that our tongues are tied together
There’s no way in hell that we can kiss and tell.
I’ve absorbed your karma, baby,
you’ve absorbed my cosmic seed.
We’ll reap what we have sown and maybe
we’ll follow one another’s lead in times of need, indeed.
I’ll strike a match to light your shadow
or would you rather take a shot in the dark?
Let’s not get tangled up in conversation.
Who knows what kind of trouble that could spark…
We gotta keep ‘em guessing, baby,
we gotta keep ‘em on the edge.
We’ll teach ‘em all a lesson, maybe.
But silence can be equally dangerous, for us.
You say it was never really your decision.
You claim that you never had a choice.
It’s just a fated cosmic coalition,
and in effect you lost your voice.
We’ve all fallen victim to this tragic magic
cursed by the misspelling of this magic spell
but now that our tongues are tied together
There’s no way in hell that we can kiss and tell.
Oh well.
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10. |
Necromancy 101
03:09
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Carry my casket like a boombox on your shoulder
Carry my casket like a boombox on your –What?!
Carry my casket like a boombox on your shoulder
Carry my casket, then you drop it like it’s hot.
From a stone age to a rock epoch
plug into the earth, you get culture shocked
this lyrical satirical alchemical comedy
historical hysterical botanical harmony ((harmony))
You seek a plant to get you stoned
Bear with it, child, you’re not alone
Turn up the base
Turn up the soil
raise the dead, heavy as a boulder
and Carry my casket like a boombox on your shoulder
Carry my casket like a boombox on your shoulder
Carry my casket like a boombox on your –What?!
Carry my casket like a boombox on your shoulder
Carry my casket, then you drop it like it’s hot.
I took a hit of GPS
got lost within the endlessness
gave up the compass in my chest
and oriented to the west
Taoists are always in The Way
they have no need to navigate
and gypsies don’t need GPS
they’re at home inside the emptiness.
He’s a bardo bard in a vardo cart
muthafockas like that got a lotto heart
every beat is a gamble and a fateful art.
(Rien va plus)
place your bets
(inside of you)
no regrets
life has a lotta little rules, just like roulettes
Could it be I finally went viral?
Just swirling round in spirals…
Bloom now, flower child,
and do as thou wilt
shake off the shame
and strange the guilt.
Transcendent of sameness
the shamans are shameless
shame on you/shaman you
all else remains nameless.
And I could get into diatribe
about a tribal diet
but you can’t deny it
you just gotta try it
if you don’t do it that way
you might end up dying…
but we all end up dying, don’t we?
we all end up dying… so…
Carry my casket like a boombox on your shoulder
Carry my casket like a boombox on your –What?!
Carry my casket like a boombox on your shoulder
Carry my casket, then you drop it like it’s hot.
And due to some ill-fated rumor
his spiritual growth had been mistaken for a tumor
he heard laughter from hereafter
with his sixth sense of humor.
And in a vision he was shown
this growth to be the stone
he’d sought so hard to find
for(e)telling the end of time.
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12. |
Spirit Machine
02:05
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The means are getting meaner
It ain’t easy being green
When you’re caught in between
human and machine.
You are my life-support, he said.
Interface to formlessness.
Nothing comes between us.
The serpents in my dreams
guard the realms of the unseen.
Nothing comes between me and my machine.
Nothing comes between the realms of the unseen.
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13. |
Genius
04:57
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Lunatic,
heretic,
contradictory,
self-indulgent,
necromantic endeavor.
“You’re listening to radio VOID. We’re here on your doorstep, ringing the doorbell, didgeridoing dubstep. Ready to dance in the disco lights of the law, here’s Void Denizen.”
Tuck and tumble took the lead over rock and roll
The tax attorney’s taxidermied head upon the wall
His trophy shelves, treasured selves, déja voodoo dolls
You shake your head, double-take, you thought you’d seen it all.
You’ve heard it all many times, but this time its for real.
Oh say it isn’t so! Say it isn’t true!
Nothing’s actually happening, but it could happen to you (who?) (yoo-hoo)
Low down dirty genius
Stole the divine fire
could turn it into anything but couldn’t find a buyer.
Low down dirty genius
Stole the divine fire
inhaled it up like oxygen and couldn’t get much higher.
Low down dirty genius
Stole the divine fire
he used up all its resources and never once got tired.
I sleep in window-sills, fetus style, curled up like a fern,
Unfurling in morning light
I stretch my limbs like wings in flight
sing Icarus icaros, wax poetic, cons and prose,
A fanfare of feathers.
They slowly crash and burn.
Disperse what we’ve gathered,
This phoenix ashen urn.
I’m a word player from the astral projects.
I’m a world prayer for them loveless rejects.
All my trains of thought are on track,
I’m making up my mind.
My style is polyphrenic, diverse as the divine.
I’ve got a range of imagination, raging many stories high.
Knock knock, it’s a poltergeist, it nearly had me paralyzed.
(don’t be petrified!)
There’s a signal in the noise
There’s a shape within the voice
The mind is made up, evermore
As if there never was a choice.
I don’t fear a man who’ll kill me, who will put me in the grave,
But I fear a man who’s overcome and made of death a slave.
(Yes, it’s so far out!)
Low down dirty genius
Stole the divine fire
could turn it into anything but couldn’t find a buyer.
Low down dirty genius
Stole the divine fire
inhaled it up like oxygen and couldn’t get much higher.
Low down dirty genius
Stole the divine fire
he used up all its resources and never once got tired.
He hired a new gun
Then he fired it for fun.
Little bullet children, sent flying on the run
Hungry for blood, sons of a gun.
And through these bullet hol(e)y men in death they were made One.
Pumped full of lead, they turned it into gold.
Insides filled with insights that could be bought and sold.
I’m not a gangster, I’m a gang-star
I’ve got a star gang constellation.
We ain’t got no flashy gang signs,
just real communication.
We know sign language for sea-creatures,
And if you wonder why
It’s cause that’s where we came from,
But we’re reaching for the sky!
Lunatic,
heretic,
contradictory,
self-indulgent,
necromantic endeavor.
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14. |
Last Words
02:03
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Void Denizen Los Angeles, California
Void Denizen is an alter egomaniacal exploration of self through other, of cultural vs cosmic identity, and an effort to raise the dead. It is the brainchild of The Ungoogleable Michaelangelo.
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