Lyrics

Blackhole

new ol’ tune

The starlight sparkled at the moment
when navigation found the hole
Computer displayed all the findings
right upon the ship’s console

They stalled in deep space at the moment
half a million miles away
“Calculate event horizon!”
Engineers heard captain say

Calculations flashed
developing their path to take
then at once upon the cockpit
did appear their path in space

Then the captain gave the order
and the crew prepared their fate
generating their protection
with synthetic gravity

Now the ship with its protection
that also served as its engine
pulled the spacecraft to the blackhole
Crew silently strapped in

As their path led them closer
the warp in time started to show
it affected the good captain
and his consciousness’ hold

“Mother, please aprove of me!”, captain let out the cry
“I may not be Jesus Christ but I’m alright!
We must all be inside as the outside moves so fast!”
His inner time was blending his future with his past

Observed from a telescope they’d calculated wrong.
Spacecraft was shown frozen but they were alright.
Never came to be crushed as Hawking had foretold
They made through unnoticed through the treacherous blackhole.

My pet vulture

(J. Campbell)

I have a vulture for a pet and he lives on a telephone pole
You can see him in the sky above me
Soaring on those sexy warm thermals

I never ever feed him directly. [No no no]
It cleans up after me [yo yo yo]
Sometimes I start to feel nervous [so so so]
my vulture’s getting hungry

Aloft and soaring
hardly flapping their wings
Never joining to sing
They’ve got no syrinx

Cathartes aura is a carrion crow
unrelated to the world of old
It looks the same, but only because
convergent evolution, or so I’m told

I never ever feed them directly. [No no no]
They clean up after me [yo yo yo]
Sometimes I start to feel guilty [so so so]
because they’re populating

Now I’m old and aging
He circles right above me
and as I drift into sleep
I hear him hissing

I awaken to light
as my dinner guest flies away.

City rat

(J. Campbell)

I’m a city rat. I need cheese.
I make my house out of
Popsicle sticks and old magazines
But what I really really need
is you to let me be – with Thee indeed

Wooden wall warped and wet
Walk on wire it wiggles while I walk\
Welp at the whittled wire saying,
“Wow. Whittled AND wet!!” – ZOT!
It brings me to a higher place up above
See you standing there
through a whole near the stove.

Marry me. Feed me and care for me.
Put me in a cage in your house

Garbagehands

(his cheap moves, J. Campbell)

Granddad was the ladies man
The attache who grandma canned
North American family trends
Resonated sadly on Rio’s sands

Uncle with prosthetic leg
A taxi made his metal peg
He bragged about the time up his nose and down the hatch
And now he pushes daisies after licking his pain patch

Garbagehands

Big brother lived a dichotomy
A right wing wacko with a leftist personality
Walked a walk and talked a talk
AM lines poisoned FM thoughts

Little brother wore a leash
Mother taught him to be a beast
Trust was only used in jest
and he just got out of juvi for stealing cigarettes

Garbagehands

Mother sauced away the tears
Until the sauce provided tears
Then she traded sauce for pills
Then she mixed the sauce and pills

Daddy thought she was the best
Daughter was royal princess
Now he roots through the garbage
To check results of the pregnancy test

Garbagehands

love energy

(b. tilford)

i am creator of how i feel
my thoughts are what makes it real
to me coz we are the wheel
of infinite love energy

we are creators of what we feel
we cause whether it rocks or reels coz
our thoughts are the heart and soul
of infinite love energy

we don’t have to know what we’re doing
to do what we do
it’s easy to believe the wind is driving you
best to wake up again and realize
that it’s you and i driving the wind

we climb to the tip of the universe and
we find we’re back where we started first
in no time we talk without words and
sing with our soul

species

(b. tilford)

now there’s a species, down on that planet
they’re evolving yeah they could get it
it’s worth a thought, and what a system
so let’s give em, give em plenty, of love

it’s a classroom, it’s a playground
it’s the very most serious game
a theme park, of mass proportion
where we give em, give em plenty, of love

let’s just let em go, coz we already know
they’re gonna figure it out but it’s fun to watch how
let’s give em all the love, see of they take it
sometimes they will, sometimes they fake it

they make all the time, and soon they’ll find
they’re in a, universe, of love
already in a, universe of love

watch em bicker, and hurt each other
just like children on the playground
watch em win, and want more power
tho we give em, give em plenty, of love

as they absorb it, they’ll learn and love it
into a star of a brand new color
once they see, they’re all together
all their lights, lights all shining, as one

human nature, human behavior, that’s the way it goes
now they’re a species, just reachin, reachin out for love

Happy

(J. Campbell)

Into the past
Was there time and space
where everything observable is true?
Singularity expanded and here we are.
How do you do?

Awareness from nothing?
I’m suspicious,
as matter makes up your body forever.
And here we meet, so very sweet.
Quick, let’s hold hands and remember….

Deep inside you are happy.

Into the present time and space
We’ve got prescriptions for you.
Dopamine and serotonin
are comfort and happiness too.
Dendrites are curious matters.
Neurotransmitters invoking depression.
We ALL need chemistry
to experience pleasure.

Deep inside you are happy.

Come down from the clouds

available on amazon iTunes

(J. Campbell)

I see you in the waves you are a mermaid in the sea
Your body evaporates then the cool starts condensing
You form a new cloud, you float in the sky
then you sprout wings, angelically
But I need you here
Come down from the clouds and dance with me

I hear you in the trees when the wind is whistling
The falling of the leaves when you finally fell asleep
You woke up in bliss, alive, in love
You wore your wings, angelically
But I need you here
Come down from the clouds and dance with me.

You floated out to space where the starts are sparkling
You floated past the moon and did not say a thing
You made up for faith, karma, and love
You earned your wings, angelically
But I need you here
Come down from the clouds and dance with me

Samsquanch

(J. Campbell, Blain Morris, Black Sabbath)

One day we was out in them woods of West Melbourne
West Melbourne!
One day we was out in them woods of West Melbourne
West Melbourne!
I say Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Tom and I had took a lunch and his book of poetry
Brought it out to the massive hammock off Hibiscus and Dairy
We snuck on in hopping a fence of San Paolo Apartments
And lit a light and pulled a draw and read their in our stench
about Purple Monsters, Mayo Queens, and random Robbelings
That’s when Tom stood up to take that lunch time massive pee

and he turned and looked and I wouldn’t believe what he saw
if I hadn’t seen it myself!

What is this that stands before me?
Figure in black that points at me!
Turn round quick and start to run!
Find out I’m the chosen one!

Oh no it’s SAMSQUANCH!!!!

(*tip of the hat to TPB)

Egghead salad

available on amazon iTunes

(J. Campbell)

Birth of the knack with a tacked paper plaque
I was going for something that required a back track
about face, to the garden of thought space
and to my dismay, came at relative quick pace
“Move!”, was the general attitude
You can’t go for broke
until you find the interlude
“Why?”, asked the man on the wall
As we all watch him fall

Boom bang bounce and a shudder
The man arouse from the ground in a stutter
of the one word that came from beyond – it was peace
And his face grew long
because back on the wall were all his diseases
right next to his double-barrel Jesus
He was taking a long pause
Trying to figure whose fault it was – he was busy!

Humpty Dumpty once sat on the wall
Sitting on the wall, shaking his fist
The kings horses all around him
The men on the horses pretend to protect him
Mustering up, they brought some change from their pockets
The men on the horses pulled their swords from their sockets
and looked at the small man, taking their blades in their good hands
they scrambled the man to a pale shade of yellow
The wall caught the most of the freshly whisked fellow
And the men just giggled
as the shell still wiggled – he was dead

Beginning his break out bouncing from his shell
Looking for heaven while screaming like hell
He took it upon himself to see a tunnel
and slipped through it like water in a funnel
Bright lights blinded him at the end
smooth voices around of his long dead friends
asking why the hell did he sit on that wall
He set himself up to take on the fall that went

Boom bang bounce and a shudder
The man, still standing there all in a stutter
of the one word that came from beyond – it was peace
And his face grew long
because back on the wall were all his diseases
right next to his double-barrel Jesus
He was taking a long pause
Trying to figure whose fault it was – he was busy!