Picture Of Nectar

Aboard a craft bereft of oar
I rowed upstream to find lenore
Abducted by a bandit or
A king from some forgotten war

And mindful of his larval craze
The rhinotropic micro-gaze
Ignored it and to my amazement
Rode to paris in twelve days

This is the work of the guelah papyrus
Stranded for a moment on the ocean of osyrus
Absorbing all she can for every member of her clan
Expanding exponentially like some recursive virus


She take me on, i never fail
To ride on the redundant rail
'cause when i know she's switched a track
There's always one to take me back

And through the bedroom door intrude
A fretful frown and spoil the mood
'cause though i never really stand that tall
She tilt my frame, she watch me fall

[guelah (the fly)]

So maybe i could be a fly
And feed arachnid as i die
And view the ritual from within
The silken tunnel that they spin

And through the bedroom door intrude
A fretful frown and spoil the mood
'cause though i never really stand that tall
She tilt my frame, she watch me fall

Written by dizzy gillespie and gil fuller

Crab in my shoemouth
Crab in my shoemouth
Crab in my shoemouth
Crab in my, crab in my, crab in my shoemouth

Crab in my shoemouth
Crab in my shoemouth
Crab in my shoemouth
Crab in my, crab in my, crab in my shoemouth

[many years after the overthrow of wilson, a rebel soldier crouching
High on a hilltop above the war torn forests of gamehendge spots a
Group of loyalists approaching from their lakeside encampment below.

His trusty llama stands beside him, loaded down with a canvas pack
That holds two large bazooka type guns to the animal's sides. near the
Man sits a cache of blastoplast, each capable of destroying the entire
Hillside in an instant...]

Sunrise over the turquoise mountains
Messenger birds in sight
They came up through the valley
Both sides at a time
Through the cold steady rain
Raid!
I bend down
Poke a double decker on a llama
Taboot
Llama, taboot taboot
Trigger a blastoplast, ramshackle laker recedes
I start to run
It was the loudest thing i'd ever heard
And i knew my time had come
To enter the delta

Leave it on press [2x]
Depress, depress
Llama, taboot taboot
Leave it on press
Depress, depress
Llama, taboot taboot

Llama, taboot taboot
Llama, taboot taboot
Taboot taboot
Taboot taboot
Taboot

Your time is near, the mission's clear
It's later than we think
Before you slip into the night
You'll want something to drink
Steal away before the dawn, and
Bring us back good news
But if you've tread in primal soup
Please wipe it from your shoes

Just then a porthole pirate
Scourged the evening with his cry
And sanctuary bugs deprived
The monkey of its thigh
A dust arose and clogged my nose
Before i could blink twice
Despite the stuff that bubbled up
I gave some last advice:

The flesh from satan's dogs
Will make the rudiments of gruel

Deduct the carrots from your pay
You worthless swampy fool

Exploding then through fields and fen
And swimming in the mire
The septic maiden's gargoyle tooth
Demented me with fire
I drifted where the current chose
Afloat upon my back
And if perchance a newt slimed by
I'd stuff it in my sack

Soon i felt a bubble form, somewhere below my skin
But with handy spine of hedgehog
I removed the force within
Suzie then removed her mask
And caused a mighty stir
The angry mob responded
Taking turns at grabbing her

The foggy cavern's musty grime
Appeared within my palm
I snatched rick's fork to scrape it off
With deadly icy calm

[(original lyrics - from 4.22.90)
The brothel wife then grabbed a knife
And slashed me on the tongue
I turned the blade back on the bitch
And dropped her in the dung]

The crowd meanwhile had taken sue
And used her like a rag
To mop the slime from where the slug
Had slithered with the bag

In summing up, the moral seems
A little bit obscure...

Give the director a serpent deflector
A mudrat detector, a ribbon reflector
A cushion convector, a pitcher of nectar *
A virile dissector,a hormone collector

* or "a penile erector" (4.22.90, 10.31.90), or "a picture of nectar"

Whatever you do take care of your shoes

You won't steal my poor heart again
You won't steal my poor heart again
You won't steal my tape recorder
I'll call the lord and he'll put you in the pen
You won't steal that thing again

I didn't even know your name or what was your game
But stealin' things has sure brought you to fame
I wanna know if you stole mine
It was one of a kind and i'm sayin' if you're to blame
Your life will never be the same

I can't track you anymore
Detective work has sure become a bore
So tell me what you did with it
And stop this shit, give up yourself
Before they come knockin' at your door

You won't steal my poor heart again
You won't steal my poor heart again
When i feel the blade of that cupid sword
I'll call the lord and he'll put you in the pen
You won't steal that thing again
You won't steal my poor heart again

I'm pulling the pavement from under my nails
I brush past a garden, dependent on whales
The sloping companion i cast down the ash
Yanked on my tunic and dangled my stash

Zipping through the forest with the curdling fleas
To grow with them spindles, the mutant i seize
I capture the dread beast who falls to his knees
And cries to his cohorts, asleep in the trees

Smegma, dogmatagram, fishmarket stew
Police in a corner, gunnin' for you
Appletoast, bedheated, furblanket rat
Laugh when they shoot you, say
"please don't do that"

Control for smilers can't be bought
The solar garlic starts to rot
Was it for this my life i sought?
Maybe so and maybe not (maybe so and maybe not) [4x]
Was it for this my life i sought? (maybe so and maybe not)
Control for smilers can't be bought (maybe so and maybe not)
The solar garlic starts to rot (maybe so and maybe not)
Was it for this my life i sought? (maybe so and maybe not) [4x]

Won't you step into the freezer
Won't you step into the freezer
Won't you step into the freezer
Won't you step into the freezer

Come stumble my mirth beaten worker
I'm jezmund the family berzerker
I'm bought for the price of a flagon of rice
The wind buffs the cabin
You speak of your life
Or more willingly locust the lurker

Confuse what you can of the ending
And revise your despise so impending
'cause i soak on the wrath
That you didn't quite mask
I'm getting it clearly through alternate paths
Or mixed in with the signal you're sending

But who can unlearn all the facts that i've learned
As i sat in their chairs and my synapses burned
And the torture of chalk dust collects on my tongue
Thoughts follow my vision and dance in the sun
All my vasoconstrictors they come slowly undone
Can't i live while i'm young?

But no peace for jezmund tonight
I plug the distress tube up tight
And watch what i say as it flutters away
And all this emotion is kept harmless at bay
Not to educate somebody's fright