RegularJoan

ehilà in rete si trova solo il testo di bug powder dust,tutti gli altri non danno segni di vita!!!

Who's that man in the windowpane/Got somethin' on his tongue and it's startin' to stain/Sho' nuff equip so wop n'get down/Step up on my ladder and you'll get beat down/Hash bar style so I'm singin' day glow/Wakin' up the dead like Serpent and the Rainbow/Jeff Spicoli roll me another hay/The Fish that Saved Pittsburgh with Dr. J/
Shockin'your ass like a faulty vibrator/Hear me now, but you'll probably get the vibe later
Who knows where the wicked wind blows/Que sera sera just leave it alone/Great Space Coaster toast up the town ?????/Makin' midgets with my man Dr. Shrinker/Pass the hookah, throw down the pillows/Cloth on the ceiling, blow rings that billow/Kick off the shoes and relax your feet
Now roll up your sleeves for this lyrical treat/(Refrain 2x)/[I think it's time for you boys to share my last taste of the true black meat; the flesh of the giant, aquatic, Brazilian centipede.]

Bug powder dust an' mugwump jism
And the wild boys runnin' 'round Interzone trippin'/Letter to control about the Big Brother Try like hard to not blow my cover/Never been a fake and I'm never phony/I got more flavour than the packet in macaroni/Rock drippin' from my every vowel/I've got the soul of the sixties like Ginsberg's Howl/Shootin' mad ball and I'm always jukin'/Take you to the hole and I'm surely hoopin'/Top of the pops like the Lulu's show/I'll take a walk on Abbey Road with my shoes unsoled/I got a splinter though, damn, you know man it hurt/I got a Vegemite sandwich/from Men at Work/I keep minds in line, but time sublimes,/So when you search you find something like a gold mine/A psychadelic meanderings in the poem/I got a patter, patter anyplace that I roam/Waiting for the sun on a Spanish caravan/Solar eclipse and I'm feeling like starin' man/(Refrain 2x)

I always hit the apple when I'm going to shoot/So you can call /me William Tell or Agent Cooper to boot/Mr. Mojo Risin' on the case again/So tell your mother and your sister and your sister's friends/Like an exterminator running low on dust/I'm bug powder itchin' and it can't be trussed/Interzone trippin' and I'm off to Annexia/I gotta get a typewriter that's sexier/My name is Justin and that's all that's it/And I'll be spittin' rhymes wicked like it ain't for this shit/Houses of the Holy like Jimmy Page/But the song remains the same so I'm stuck in a rage/Just like Jane when she's going to Spain/I think I'm going away tomorrow, just a fool in the rain/Light up the candles and bless the room
I'm paranoid, snow blind, just a black meat fool/

[I think it's time to discuss your philosophy of drug use as it relates to artistic endeavors]

Check it, yo!I always hit the tape with the rough road styles/You heard the psychdelic and ya came from miles/Keep my rhymes thick like a Guinness brew/So you could call me black and tan when I'm a wreckin' a crew/I'm like Bill Lee writing when he's in Tangiers/And now I'm on a soul safari with my Beatnik peers/Analog reel and a little distortion/Smokin' on somethin' s'you could say I'm scorchin'/I never been the type to brag but beware/I'll make a man burn his draft card like it was Hair/Send ya up the river like you lookin' for Kurtz/I got the mugwump jism up in every verse

finalmente qualcuno che ascolta qualcosa di diverso! bravo!
io li ho scoperti acquistando the dirtchamber sessions vol. 1 di liam howlett, il meno cerebroleso fra quei tre dementi che si chiamano prodigy.
caspita, sto disco spacca!!
come spacca anche "leftism"!

grazie.
secondo me la fascinazione per il vate non ha una scaturigine o una fine in un punto preciso. sai che c'è, lì. è questa,credo,la passione per cave.
che poi uno se ne accorga in maniera violenta mentre ascolta "from her to eternity"
è tutta un'altra storia. sicuramente da farci una tesi di laurea!

e poi e poi e poi "the mercy seat" è più spettacolare qui che su tender pray. mille volte più cave style, oh yeah! (stripper,please scar me)
I hear stories from the chamber
How Christ was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
Died upon the cross
And might I say it seems so fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade

(Solipsismo sonoro a grande richiesta)
I am the captain of my pain
Tis the bit, the bridle,
The trashing cane
The stirrup, the harness
The whipping mane
The pickled eye
The shrinking brain
O brother, buy me one more drink
I'll explain the nature of my pain
Yes, let me tell you once again
I am the captain of my pain

Ehi,dopo l'inizio della fase new age della nostra sopraffina (!),avresti potuto chiamare in tuo soccorso chessò, Al Jourgensen,John Garcia o Maynard dei Tool,insomma una di queste tre adorabili bestie:allora si che avril sarebbe finita a tagliare panini dolci da mcdonalds.