Opus 51 Fugue Trilogy In A [Take Me To The Tree]
Time elapsing in the sounds
Of ethereal planes melting down
Life is but a jelly roll
Come in one side and pay no toll
Happiness is once past lived
It's all in the mind of a sun burst sieve
Yurtle swimming in his tank
With Erich Kessling's account in the bank
Yurtle swimming in his tank
With Erich Kessling's account in the bank
Life is just a wiffy you see
Singing in the fugue trilogy
Quasonic fortress in the past
All boiling down into gas
Beatlemania, God is dead
Satan is one in my head
Radio stations spinning sounds
Upside down and all around
If you simply stop and see
You will find Bon Jovi and me
Come with me and we will be
Free in an endless boring cavity
I will love your mind to love me
We shall be a tree, yes a tree
Come with me, to the end of the sea
To life and glee, in the tree
Time will be the essence of God
In a three star carrot fish filet of cod
Boognish will make himself clear to me
Outside the window in a tree, yes a tree
Porno slut garbage, God is me
In the existential existence of my pee-pee
I fear not the steel and the bass
It's only my laminated love hating face
Come with me, to the end of the see
To life and glee, in the tree
Mommy, Mommy mommy, Mommy
Mommy, Mommy mommy, Mommy
Love me, love me love me, love me
Mommy, Mommy mommy, Mommy
Bertha gets the mushy mushy
Bertha gets the mushy mushy
Bertha gets the mushy mushy
Bertha gets the mushy mushy
Bertha gets the mushy mushy
Bertha gets the mushy mushy
Bertha gets the mushy mushy
Mommy, Mommy mommy, Mommy
Love me, love me love me, love me
Mommy, Mommy mommy, Mommy
Kill me, kill me kill me, kill me
Bertha gets the mushy mushy
Bertha gets the mushy mushy
Bertha gets the mushy mushy
Bertha gets the mushy mushy
Bertha gets the mushy mushy
Bertha gets the mushy mushy
Bertha gets the mushy mushy
Bertha gets the mushy mushy
Mommy, Mommy mommy, Mommy
Love me, love me love me, love me
Kill me, kill me kill me, kill me
The black cat yawns, opens her jaws
Stretches her legs, and shows her claws
Then she gets up and stands on four
Long stiff legs and yawns some more
She shows her sharp teeth
She stretches her lip
Her slice of a tongue turns up at the tip
Lifting herself on her delicate toes
She arches her back as high as it goes
She lets herself down with particular care
And pads away with her tail in the air
Whisky, frisky, hippity hop
Up he goes to the tree top
Whirly, twirly, round and round
Down he scampers to the ground
Furly, curly, what a tail
Tall as a feather, broad as a sail
Where's his supper? In the shell
Snappity, crackity, out it fell
Screaming
It's very late about, um
It's very late early in the morning
Good morning, good morning yep
The Mrs slack EP was pretty fucking funny