“Kick Off Yer Pajamas”
There was actually one time when I was possessed for a year
So you were drinking Budweisers all through the night
I drank Gin Beams
That was like another shipment for your monsters
Laughing at my petrified parts
They pick off their pricks and they throw them like darts
Help, my ribcage has been opened
And this cut has been analytically designed
A great offer to fly your ears to a place
Where they will hear
Pure sounds
Give the kNot to the spiderface
And Sirens will answer the chirps of the Frogs
We all knew he had it coming, anyway
Well at least it wasn’t the frog who croaked
At least the mop didn’t kick the bucket
To pay my respects I kicked a field goal
To that old procession in the sky
Christ The Lord raised his hands: “It’s Good!”
Just then, Saint Peter blew the whistle
Whistleblowers are not whistling
They’re only blowing
A blow job doesn’t really involve a whole lot of blowing
A snow job doesn’t fall after a heavy snowing
If your child turns from gray to red while suffering from asthma
He may be a cop
If he fails to shed her skin every seven weeks
Change her plasma
If she circles three times like a lying dog
Give him a diorama
Of mud and sticks
And monks, for kicks
And kick off your pajamas!
And get up out of bed
To smack the smile off the face of yet another beautiful blue morning sky
I want an apple of that bite
At licking I deliver the spite
Of the decade now ending
Adjacent to many new kinds of spanking mental patients
October 12, 2024 at 5:48 PM
“Shiatsu Lambada”
She’s tattooed
She’s taut, too She ought to
Shiatsu
He’s bad dude
He’s taught to
He oughta
Lambada
Do-eee- Ooh-eee-Ooh-eee
Dot Dot
Dot Dot
Dot Dot
Chaw!
Do-eee- Ooh-eee-Ooh-eee
Dot Dot
Dot Dot
Dot Dot
Terrifying fractals
Fly like pterodactyls
In the skies of Maxwell
Time to pop your Paxil
Do-eee- Ooh-eee-Ooh-eee
Dot Dot
Chaw!
Dot Dot
Chaw!
Dot Dot
She’s tattooed
She’s taut, too
She ought to
She ought Sue
He’s bad dude
He’s taught to
He oughta
Lom bah ah ah duh
Do-eee- Ooh-eee-Ooh-ooh
doot oot
oot doot
Oot oot
Do-eee- Ooh-eee-Ooh-eee
Oot oot
Doot doot
Ooh doot
Terrifying fractals
Fly like pterodactyls
In the skies of Maxwell
Time to pop your Paxil
Do-eee- Ooh-eee-Ooh-eee
Doot doot
Chaw!
Doot doot
Doot doot
Do-eee- Ooh-eee-Ooh-eee
Doot doot
Chaw!
Doot doot
Doot doot
My aortic arteries
Fart on your ovaries
Sure, I like your brethren
Just don’t expect chilled wren
Do-eee- Ooh-eee-Ooh-ooh
Doot doot
Chaw!
Doot doot
Doot doot
Do-eee- Ooh-eee-Ooh-eee
Doot doot
Chaw!
Doot doot
Doot doot
She awwwwwwwt twoo-Oooh-Oooh
She aught to
Shiatsu
Chaw!
She’s tattooed
She’s taut, too
She ought to
She ought Sue
He’s bad dude
He’s taught to
He oughta
Lom bah ah ah duh
Do-eee- Ooh-eee-Ooh-ooh
doot oot
oot doot
Oot oot
Do-eee- Ooh-eee-Ooh-eee
Oot oot
Doot doot
Ooh doot
Terrifying fractals
Fly like pterodactyls
In the skies of Maxwell
Time to pop your Paxil
Do-eee- Ooh-eee-Ooh-eee
Doot doot
Chaw!
Doot doot
Doot doot
Do-eee- Ooh-eee-Ooh-eee
Doot doot
Chaw!
Doot doot
Doot doot
My aortic arteries
Fart on your ovaries
Sure, I like your brethren
Just don’t expect chilled wren
Do-eee- Ooh-eee-Ooh-ooh
Doot doot
Chaw!
Doot doot
Doot doot
Do-eee- Ooh-eee-Ooh-eee
Doot doot
Chaw!
Doot doot
Doot doot
She awwwwwwwt twoo-Oooh-Oooh
She aught to
Shiatsu
Chaw!
June 1, 2025 at 12:48 AM
“Death Rattle”
Death Rattle (Pure Sounds Tuba Rattlesnake version)
Driving, angular, melodic punk featuring a crooning, yet playful, singer, rattle snake, Kraut Rock drumming, tuba plays rhythm
I hear you calling
I heard you calling
I herd your cattle
Heard their death rattle
You hear me laughing
You heard my battle
Batten the hatches
Flatten the hatchlings
You pulled my nose ring
While I was snoring
Your pulley’s rope broke
Soon as it sensed smoke
Your pulled pork neck tie
Perfect to hang by
We hang, we hang out
Scurvy for sauerkraut
Scurvy for sauerkraut
Scurvy for sauerkraut
Scurvy for sauerkraut
Scurvy for sauerkraut
Nervy no no doubt
Nervous on purpose
Dolphin: What porpoise?
Flipper was famous
Like Famous Amos
Chalk-lit chip cookies
With fried potatoes
Impotent NATO
I hear you calling
I heard you calling
I herd your cattle
Heard their death rattle
You heard me laughing
You heard my cattle
Caterwaul kittens
Mice wearing mittens
You pulled my nose ring
While we were nosediving
Your pulley’s rope broke
We’re done alive een
Your pulled pork neck tie
Perfect to hang by
We hang, we hang out
Scurvy for sauerkraut
Scurvy for sauerkraut
Scurvy for sauerkraut
Scurvy for sauerkraut
Scurvy for sauerkraut
May 30, 2025 at 5:17 AM
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Driving, angular, melodic punk featuring a crooning, yet playful, singer, Calliope Samples
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Pure Sounds
By
Genome Alley
A sultry
Southern belle
in a sensuous
Summer smock
Offers a
plastic Shark Chalice
- brimming with blood –
and I’m consumed
by Her
Cavalier.
The glove compartment lays open
upon my lap, panting
Russian science friction
into the
damp heaviness.
Beyond the Elysian fields
A pup places
his pissy paws
Upon my panting lap
I’m told that
He eats
pens and panties
And peeps
into Alternate Dimensions of denim.
See you soon pup!
Now we revolve,
Sipping
Gin ‘n eggs
And improvising
high
coups.
She waves a red fan
Clearing the smoke-filled air for
Act Two,
which shall unravel
Calliope-slow…
Mirror grotesques
and iron railings
will be unveiled
Ordered forcefully from the depths of dizzy Disney
memories.
We’ll return to the Mississippi
Where the full
orange
Moon
- with cloud-shrouded mystery –
Shall command
of us, forcefully:
Look at Me! See!
Through technicolored ‘splosions
Swirling
war-story glories
Beneath the stars
Above bumbling barges
Behold me! Be reborn!
Behind us,
A child will howl:
“This is the best Fourth of July ever!”
Above the brass whoops,
Vibrating animal hides, and
Frightened car alarms,
heat.
like
rises
Her laughter
Her eyes a pale blue
waterline
rippled with hints of semi aquatic
Wildness
Through us,
Screaming golden pillars of
White-hot light
Rise
from Earthen
roots
Up
to kiss her
Lunar boots.
Shadow of the hornless beast
Babble on,
Bobble-Head
Corpus Christi
Pez dispenser
Mary hath casteth thee
from Flowering Hands,
mellifluously
A malevolent miracle
Beneath the flood lights
Beaming upon
another Holy
facade.
She told me
I would dream
Of desperate-for-love
cake Baby
kings
Yet it’s Seven a.m.
In New Orleans
and
Life is but a Dream
that mustn’t
Fall
to
Sleep
May 30, 2025 at 5:03 AM
“Arguing With Memes”
Have ya ever tried
partakin in
a nuanced debate
with me
Before
belatedly
comin to see
You were simply
arguing
with my memes?
I must confess, my friend,
to growin wary
of expressin
my
beliefs
I’d rather just go online
and find a fine
and pithy line
Juxtaposed against some image
summin up what’s on
my mind
Have ya ever tried
buzzin by
the hive mind of the powers
that be?
Before
belatedly
coming to see
You’re just a dog
barking up
the wrong tree?
I must confess to understandin that
this tree’s bark
bites much worse
than me
I’d rather just take the scraps
that fall down from the laps
Of faceless patrons at the table
able to make spam
of maps
Have ya ever tried
partakin in
a nuanced debate
with me
Before
belatedly
coming to see
You were only
arguing
with my memes?
May 28, 2025 at 2:56 PM
Song #6: Dysfunctshire
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
June 7, 2025 at 4:40 AM
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