“Dysfunctshire”
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experimental, dark ambient, gothic
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May 23, 2025 at 2:39 PMv4.5123
Dum
Da Dum Da Dum
Da Dum Da Dum Dum Dum Dum
Every cookbook In the world Is here cooking
They ascended
And started their brew-ew-ew
While you
Werrr rent looking
They were all over there
Cookin’ for you
Another freak show birthed
In the name of formality
Over dysfunctional
Fammm uh lees
Disco insanity
I can’t believe that
I killed him
Granted he took a bulldozer
And started to doze
Before breaking
And smash sheeen!
The neighborhood’s toes
Diss Funk Shia!
Diss Funk Shia!
We’re calling out our dreams
Please answer our calling
Good Lady
And send your blessings
To me
Dum
Da Dut Da Dum
Da Dut Da Dum Dum
Dum Dum
Every footprint in the world Is here kicking
They descended to the land of
No Shoo-oo-oos
While you
Werrr rent looking
They were all over there
Kickin’ cow poo-oo
Another creep show birthed
In the name of cryptography
Over dysfunctional
Fammm uh lees
Disco insanity
I can’t believe that I killed him
Granted he took a bulldozer
And started to doze
Before breaking
And smash sheeen!
The neighborhood’s toes
Diss Funk Shia!
Diss Funk Shia!
We’re calling out our dreams
Please answer our calling
Good Lady
And send your blessings
To me
Musical Prompt:
“High-pitched Madman ominously singing/reciting lyrics, Drone, Crackle of a Vinyl Record, Pipe Organ minor keys, emotional storytelling”
Summary of Prompt:
experimental, dark ambient, gothic
Background:
This song was written as an a cappella piece when I was in my early 20s, during a Mean Manic Episode. The first SUNO version of “Dysfunctia” (when can be thought of as a Goddess of Dysfunction, but was re-named Dysfunctshire because my Lady Linda thought that was the word she heard when sung by the Persona that would come to be called “William Marlons” because of it’s similar vocal tone to The Great Kiwi Marlon Williams, who played a Dude covering Roy Orbison on An Awards Show in the Lady Gaga/Bradley Cooper version of A Star is Born) was performed by a Persona I created from it’s performance of “Dysfunctia” Aw heck, lemme put it right here…
oops, this was actually a later song “performed” by William Marlons, but it’s interesting because it basically regurgitated “Dysfunctshire” at the beginning In Sound but the lyrics were just a little… off. But then after doing this weird shit the lyrics to Today’s Active Shooter showed up…
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Demented Lo-Fi four-track cassette-recorded acapella barbershop quartet featuring drunken, tone deaf-yet soulful singingAdd a Caption
March 17, 2025 at 9:16 PMv47
A gay renegade mass shooting crisis actor made the NRA into his wealthy benefactor lofted Walmart grenades right into Meredith Baxter, Bernie Sanders, and Ann Landers while they gorged on Colonel Sanders In a very special Lifetime Film of The Weak Adjudicated by a juiced up Judge Judy The jury featured John Holmes as well as Ron Jeremy It was the most hung jury anyone had ever seen! And at the scene of the Shoe Store Shooting A group of chalk outlines were snorting smack through pipelines They were white so everything will be fine… That Black Lives Matter Brand tar heroine will getcha every time Now the minimum wage you’ll wanna wager Is that the savior we’re all waiting for’s a young woman in labor Who will surely give birth to a new antichrist soon as we’ve done our pure worst at Rolling the dice, and Trolling the Vice president Riding shotgun with the buck he’d somehow shot in the face There was no one to blame Were he possessed with better aim He’d have driven through the facade of the Clinton’s pizza place Where Mario and Luigi sling slices of pie and fine young ass In the basest of debasements Where a crawl space is adjacent to where Jeffrey Epstein was once head of the class And the finale of the Shoe Store Shooting featured tarred and feathered trannies doing lots and lots of looting They were white, so everyone will be fine… We know Blackwater only shoots at black folks when they loot And the minimum wage you’ll wanna wager With the savior that we’re waiting for: A Jungian in labor Is that she’ll birth a new nation of nude socialists, proffering crude appropriations of Black Power Fists And are you gonna even barely dare me not to foresee graphic art and gaseous farts from shepherded fairies? Yeah there’s a reason that we all like to Hope Whether it’s Ray Guns or Rock Bombers Laborers gotta cope got a Coke? got a Koch, brother? got a coping mechanism? caught groping anachronisms? This is a song of labor day absurdity We don’t Wear White after We’ve survived Wounded knee I don’t confess to the mess of manifest destiny You don’t profess to second guess the sin of slavery This is a dong of saber-laid subservience This is a dull machete come for piñata spaghetti This is an old america and a new mexico Acid tablets on the sandstone tongues of Calicoes This is a song of latter day saints and former night sinners This is a dear john letter from our addled babysitters Standing on Standing rock Beneath a flaccid flag That leaks red white and blue sewage All of the time This is the dawning of our swan song water opera This is the sobbing of the tortured cop who shot ya He’s knows he’s just an armed minion of the ruling class Indentured servitude serves more money and more morass This is a song of sighs lent to loose id ditties I’m standing next to you as you lie next to me Loose lips just might sink ships in this port of call All boats that labor daily abide such sordid gall One And All
“Every tokebook
in the woah’d
is here, Coo Coo
They descendoo
Their storytale pooooooooooooo”
IMa.Gi.BAND 
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