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ziVic peers into a wine stain.
from the sqare pool cd of 10.26.06
from the sqare pool cd of 10.26.06
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Lyrics
The countless millions
Draining out in the riotous vast culture
Abolition and gerrymandering of the ballot
Can’t find any group to grow
Out back in the garage of labels
Town superintendent languishes out of touch with the constituents
‘About- face heredity here
accused of dropping eggs like old benedict Arnold did
Is this a scourge plea?
Is this the frantic age to be noticed?
Is this the freedom march?
For bandied about closet hosts?
Outrigged to the hilt again and behaviorless
Joined together at the hip like a strange homonculous
Out of bounds like a player’s clanging hip
Joined together again as the buttress is
I don’t know exactly where east meets west
Somewhere in England I guess
Longitude zero (excuse me, longitude zero)
Dairy rattles and long forgotten men come crying home like jelly rolls
Tarred & feathered and in their favorite car
Besieged by the line being towed in favor of thinking on their feet
Last time seen gaining ground but sacrificing themselves for bare necessity
How many popes has the queen been through in this the 21st century?
How many popes, how many?
How many popes how many?
How many popes how many?
Flirty dirty blonde that’s my muse
Here the t.v. stops working when it rains
Counting millions in the frozen room with no view
Debonnaire and coiffed just the same
Absolution creamery and baggage like rats with shoes
Symptoms are caused by the useless games
Chow down on all the earthly news
Which is just about all the news there really is, if you haven’t noticed
Not that something good like god couldn’t finally appear to the kooks who’d
claim they saw it,
Or that someone more interesting would finally make themselves known
And if that did happen what would they do anyway?
Show us to the door, and laugh when we couldn’t open it?
That seems to be pretty much as it is!
Kool and the gang never come!
Don’t fight any battles over that sham and cover up
For feeling suicidal and wanting to blow up.
Fear for the father
Fear not the tar
Fear for the gun law that makes potential killers of us all
Fear for the freak with the pistol in his pants
That’s where all these guys keep ‘em you know.
Tarred and feathered in their favorite car
Besieged by the line being towed in favor of thinking on their feet
Last seen gaining ground but sacrificing themselves for bare necessity
Pause for some music
How many popes has the queen of England been through in this century, and
the last one?
How many popes, ya know?
How many popes has the queen been through?
How many popes, ya know?
(pause for music again)
Draining out in the riotous vast culture
Abolition and gerrymandering of the ballot
Can’t find any group to grow
Out back in the garage of labels
Town superintendent languishes out of touch with the constituents
‘About- face heredity here
accused of dropping eggs like old benedict Arnold did
Is this a scourge plea?
Is this the frantic age to be noticed?
Is this the freedom march?
For bandied about closet hosts?
Outrigged to the hilt again and behaviorless
Joined together at the hip like a strange homonculous
Out of bounds like a player’s clanging hip
Joined together again as the buttress is
I don’t know exactly where east meets west
Somewhere in England I guess
Longitude zero (excuse me, longitude zero)
Dairy rattles and long forgotten men come crying home like jelly rolls
Tarred & feathered and in their favorite car
Besieged by the line being towed in favor of thinking on their feet
Last time seen gaining ground but sacrificing themselves for bare necessity
How many popes has the queen been through in this the 21st century?
How many popes, how many?
How many popes how many?
How many popes how many?
Flirty dirty blonde that’s my muse
Here the t.v. stops working when it rains
Counting millions in the frozen room with no view
Debonnaire and coiffed just the same
Absolution creamery and baggage like rats with shoes
Symptoms are caused by the useless games
Chow down on all the earthly news
Which is just about all the news there really is, if you haven’t noticed
Not that something good like god couldn’t finally appear to the kooks who’d
claim they saw it,
Or that someone more interesting would finally make themselves known
And if that did happen what would they do anyway?
Show us to the door, and laugh when we couldn’t open it?
That seems to be pretty much as it is!
Kool and the gang never come!
Don’t fight any battles over that sham and cover up
For feeling suicidal and wanting to blow up.
Fear for the father
Fear not the tar
Fear for the gun law that makes potential killers of us all
Fear for the freak with the pistol in his pants
That’s where all these guys keep ‘em you know.
Tarred and feathered in their favorite car
Besieged by the line being towed in favor of thinking on their feet
Last seen gaining ground but sacrificing themselves for bare necessity
Pause for some music
How many popes has the queen of England been through in this century, and
the last one?
How many popes, ya know?
How many popes has the queen been through?
How many popes, ya know?
(pause for music again)
has the word 'homunculus'. I haven't heard that word since I last watched 'The Bride of Frankenstein". Speaking of which, my father took his sisters to see that movie when it was released. They lived in Jersey City, NJ, where 'Kool and the Gang' and 'Mungo' were created some thirty years later.
It's fun to play connect the dots after creating the dots.
I'll listen again when I'm not taking medicine. ;)