Songs

Someone’s floating

available on amazon iTunes

(Heinous Bienfäng & his cheap moves)

Someone’s floating in my stream of consciousness
Every night I hear their screams and splashes of distress
Our lives are joined perpetually in periods of unrest
I scream, I scrawl, I bake the wall

If I had half a mind,
I’d take it out and play with it

Someone’s floating in my stream of consciousness
Last night I took a girl on a date and what did she profess
To not know my identity, I said “you wanna guess”?
She screamed, she fled, I dropped my head

If I had my thirty bucks,
I’d go down to the hardware store
And I’d get the largest power sander
And I’d make my brain smoooo-ooo-ooth
(like an egg)

Someone’s floating in my stream of consciousness
Last night I got the final dot of an SOS
A terrible thought has split my skull and now I must confess
I want to do a cannonball in someone’s consciousness

Spacebar (UKO)

(His Cheap Moves, J. Campbell)

Chalmun’s Cantina
A wretched hive of villany and scum
reminds me of Sidi Driss in Matmata, South Tunisia

Ponda Baba Leave me alone!
I came for the Modal Nodes

Mos Eisley just ain’t for me
This space bar has to go

Don’t hassle me anymore
Down at the UKO

My friend does not like you
I don’t like you either

Figrin D’an plays lead
Fiending out on glitterstim spice
It’s harvest time and Han is back from
Millennium Kessel Run

Glitterstim has finally seen the light
Figrin D’an – That Kloo horn is hot!

Ponda Baba, I will slit your throat!

mycelium

(J. Campbell, b. tilford)

i rock for the zeolite stilbite, i’m post volcanic like rhyolite
i rock igneous sedimentary all the way from olivene to serpentine
i rock for the wind and the water, turning into pebbles at the bottom
i rock for the plains and the mountains; the forces of erosion!

i’m a roller for the skates and coasters, rollin up, away, back, on, in, and over
i roll for the tootsies and the -ing stones
don’t forget the dinner rolls
risin in 160 species 25 billion cells in a gram of yeasties
saccaromyces cerevisiae, mycillium

wall to wall, square, circle or oblong
we used to wear em glad that didn’t last long
fashionable functionality, traditional, contemporary
could be made of wool, silk or cotton just to walk all over it often
puttin quality in the density
let’s cut a rug

defining the division of the species, all the way with the X or the Y we’re
reproducing or attempting not to be with intense velocity
taking it home with the chromosones
introducing DNA to the moans and groans
about to explode!

*formerly known as “Sex & rugs and rock ‘n’ roll”

it will come back

(b. tilford)

we sit starin, not even carin if we find, there’s nothin to do
later on if we still can’t find it, then babe, we’ll do that too

we make some love and set it free, it will come back to me
it will come back to you, just what we thought it would do

we don’t count the days, we see forever in each one as they go by
you’ re the rainbow of spices in the seasons of my life

all the money’s gone, too bad that love won’t pay the rent, they both come so fast
all we have is each other and all we want is what we have

we make some love and set it free, it will come back to me
it will come back to you, just what we thought it would do
just what we thought it would do, it will come back to you

Ceviche

(db, J. Campbell)

Flowing wind
on salty bay
water is warm today

Upon lime trees
our clothes do hang
While we wash our cuts away

The Island smolders close to the impact
of our former plane

La la la la la*

Coconuts feed our face
found a fishing net today

Quenching thirst
sweet water rain
Found our suitcase

At sunset I found the matches
we made a fire place

Fishing net
Ocean breaks
sip the coconut awake
Picking limes at midday
Catching fish to soak away
Clean fillets and marinate till
Galactic stars shine through

Ceviche for you!

It rains every day
but the fires are easy to make
Fish come by the net full
In no hurry to pass this away
An accidental paradise
we never signal planes

(*tip of the hat to Bersuit Vergarabat)

Hey you

(J. Campbell, b. tilford)

tag and title not included
void where prohibited by law
not valid in all state
may cause anti-disestablishmentarianism

warning! warning! warning!
this song’s got a disclaimer
we’re gonna talk about you
maybe talk ’bout you mama
so suck it up and take it

but this song’s not about that
this song’s about this!

going, going, gone!

{tip of the hat to P.E.)

Cheeseburger cheeseburger

(J. Campbell)

Cheeseburger cheeseburger
washed down with corn syrup
Made up for the masses
In factories of doom

E. coli in Cookies
and beefy beef patties
Salmonella in dairy
and peanutty treats

Illegal fence jumpers
are doing the dirty
work of the committee
and the chairman is pleased

They are illegal
and they’ll go to jail
So they keep their mouths shut
to keep family

One for the money
and two for the power
and three for the party
it’s going to be fun
The plates are all filled
for the men of the hour
So raise up your glasses in awe
Three cheers for the leaders
who allow this to happen
Monsanto employees in charge
The plates are all filled
for the men of the hour
So raise up your glasses in awe

Send the beef to boarding school
where they wade in fecal matter
gorging on a ton of corn
till the meat marbles

Party on the killing floor
everyone is wanting more
eviscerating bovines
smashing in their skulls

Send the beef to finishing school
E. coli goes everywhere
Where they wade for weeks in poo
E. coli goes everywhere
When they tear their intestines
E. coli goes everywhere
When you chew the uncooked food
E. coli goes ev-ery-where

spec

(b. tilford)

i feel like a spec like a drop of water
floating in a stream down on a river
rollin to the sea up thru the clouds
right off the earth and on my way out

to be a universe together, span the distance
stick together, make the rhythm

since it’s always in the timing
a sense of time is always
in motion cleverly winding up away

i feel just like a spec…
is it just a matter of time and space
keeps us all in this place
walking thru a human race always

i feel like a spec like a drop of water
floating in the stream down on a river
rollin to the sea up and thru the clouds
right off the earth and on my way out

now i feel like a spec like a universe
floating in the heavens on the outskirts
of infinity knowing all the while
that it started just a spark on the map of my mind

sparks together
span the distance
sparks together
make the rhythm


KavaSutra

God didn’t do it

available on amazon iTunes

(b. tilford)

God didn’t do it – didn’t make wars cars planes and killing in god’s name
God didn’t do it – there’s lots of will for free no refunds no exchange
love’s left lying around in the strangest faces
sometimes it blows in just like the wind through your hair
but sometimes nowhere does it say anywhere
that everything or even anything has to be fair

God didn’t do it – didn’t make the car check the time and get us to get in it
God didn’t do it – write a big black book for our perfect day hour minute
he doesn’t control everything although sometimes it seems
we all make payments to fate though our will is always free

God did the wind and the water mind and the matter God did

God didn’t do it – make wars cars planes or killing in God’s name
there’s lots of will for free no refunds no exchange
here’s your share of fear and hate and blues and blame
but at least and after all it’s not like we did these things
what if you and me did these things
what if it’s just you and me?

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bug in my car

available on amazon iTunes

(b. tilford)

you are the bug in my car
you try to fly out through the rear window
you bang your head on the glass
can’t get out the way you came in

i’d probably crash in a panic reaching back to try and crush you smash you squash you splash you on the glass and the fact is i own your life span and it was just reduced to a mile and a half

you are the bug in my car
you try to fly out through the rear window
you bang your head on the glass
can’t get out the way you came in
you want to fly to the front
you’d like to sting me on the back of my head
i keep my window rolled down
wind coming in keeps you trapped on the rear dash

where you’re banging your head on the window again and again
you should just chill out
maybe later you can save yourself if you have any brains left

when i drove by you took a wrong turn for the rest of your life you’re stuck inside and you cannot recognize my thickly veiled concern to set you free ’cause i know you’ll just return

you are the bug in my car
you try to fly out through the rear window
you bang your head on the glass
can’t get out the way you came in
you are the bug in my car
too bad you shoulda chose a cadillac
you found my dashboard graveyard
if you could get out you wouldn’t even know where
you are the bug in my car you are the bug in my car
why are you the bug in my car?

don’t feel too bad.  i’m just a guy in car with a bug driving back and forth
it’s just the grace of god that keeps me from flying straight into a windshield called earth

(*tip of the hat to SOAD)