Songs

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.

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

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!

he said she heard

available on amazon iTunes

(b. tilford)

he said she heard
she said he heard she heard he said crazy for her goin out of my head
she heard he said she said he heard not even in the same world
she thought he played she drove he rode soulmates none more for the road
she wrote he read they both witnessed the perfect fit perfectly explode
she tried it on just to wait and see, naturally, entropy
in one coaster-rollin ride they learned
It only takes a minute to break eternity
it only takes a minute

somehow he knew someday they’d make really great acquaintances
she made sure they could endure her promises not to promise anything
they tried it on just to wait and see, naturally, entropy
in one coaster-rollin ride they learned
it only takes a minute to break eternity
it only takes a minute

so if you’re wonderin – how’s it end
well I don’t know, said I don’t know

the mount

available on amazon iTunes

(J. Elizalde, G. Gurrieri, M. Serrano. absurd literal translation/adaption: db, his cheap moves, J. Campbell)

Opening to mount the mount
the glutted eye is at our reach
Previously white is now red
A glutted eye to reach the mount (harto ojo! harto ojo!)

Poor man,
tell me where
Stop – next
descend

A glutted eye interior
Crystal reflects exaltation
The glutted eye is now a scene
Rudely displays all your struggle (harto ojo! harto ojo!)

Poor man,
tell me where
Hide the fire
stop – next – descend (hasta el final)

Flowers bloom abundantly,
Dismal time in dismal places,
Well versed reality
The Seesaw maniac is full of beauty (harto ojo! harto ojo!)

Poor man,
tell me where
Hide the fire
stop – until the end (para luego descender hasta el final)

Pobre hombre
Dime donde
Escondes ese fuego
Para luego descender hasta el final

the original tune:

Think about it

available on amazon iTunes

(his cheap moves, lyrics: BBC)

Brown shoed fortuitous frame
Cool breeze on a sunny day
Absolutely friggin tumescent
Juxtaposed antidepressant, some say

Angelic strawberry cafe
Cheese steak and curry souffle
She said let it sit and fester
in sweaty polyester, ok?

Beach inclusive with the water and sand
Perfect cartwheel with immaculate hands
Treacherous trees impressing
Sure to get undressing, today

We need more questions
Way too many answers

Rhythm fluffy with a beautiful stroll
Melody with no chance for parole
Walking with a ramwong
for the chance to climb with King Kong, huzzah!

We need more questions
Way too many answers

Genetic denim and some alien love
Beaker reading through a kick and a shove
Everything cuatro veces
excellent and effervescent, hurray!

We need more questions
Way too many answers

Pesto

(J. Campbell)

Living upon the notion that the every day’s a flim-flam
To the man who believes in due hate unto his fellow man
He could’ve been happy, but he chose to be not
Now he’s giving, giving what he hasn’t got

Walking on his path he doesn’t seem to be misled
He thinks his inward thoughts are out of place within his judging head
Stepping to the motion of self manifesting evil beats
He only speaks of God when his ego needs boosting

He takes his checkbook and writes unto the charity
Man doesn’t that feel great!
But peace starts right here, man and there’s no time to waste
The man’s a megalomaniac and he’s going down.

Sitting on his throne empty promises run wild
From his lips he sinks ships calling all but him a little child
“Go buy the book!”, with an order and a frown
While children do his work tending basil in the ground

Hungry people? Yeah, and ten are throwing seed
And one by one by one they are disappearing
At night we lick our wounds and pray for a meal
as Madam Wong soothes Evil Man’s primal feelings

Time passes, or so the story goes, and mutiny gets planted in the ground
Harvest time comes quickly, and we all share pesto
Evil Man and Madam Wong come out from the castle to shake their fingers
Saying there’s no cash at all,
and there’s no peace of mind at all to take home. No No.
You are hungry (please bring food) and all alone
“Won’t you praise me?”, cried the Evil Man
And in awe of the beast, was poor Madam Wong

Everybody tired of the motions of the Evil Man
and the lass who followed who couldn’t take her own hand
Courage uplifted! and puffed our chests out.
as Evil Man cried we all had given up!

Global peace? No, but just in you
promising something when your promise was untrue
Working all that time, I look at what I got
No food in my freezer, but for you a bag of rot!

Madam Wong, you should run back home!