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Spaced-out Daydream Drive-in Lollygag Brutus: The gingerbread man is Going to meet his baker I've got a fast draw W/the sugar shaker The StarFlower: You've got to know The limits of your mind So you don't just fall behind The Memory Holder: They're at the Spaced-out Daydream drive-in Where the picture screen Is silver-motion strivin' Zebba Whitsen: Sally, do you Want some Milk Yums and Martian squid? The main premise Of the film we're going to watch Is to learn how to live and to forgive The Opulent Plutonian (Mortal Theatre) Mikhel: Do you wish to hold A warm, pulsating setting In your tender palms? W/the eyes of divinity Casting down their woeful gazes On the still-breath calm They have arsenals at their disposal It feels sometimes Like they're examining us on specimen slides Have they already reached you? Reached your weakness? Will you admit them into your Theatre of mortal imbalance? I found a ticket stub on strange soil It read: Admit won A Man Unknown to the Metal Globe Zebba Whitsen: Who has the cowbell? Do you have the address Of where the tree fell? Pray tell Dip your bone soup Out with a ladle-compass I will eat those words Brooms, give me your dooms I've got your tune Tighten your pants And off you go prance I am going To paddle out On the temporal lake And make Piranhas school in A direction of distinct strobes Follow me To the shores Of pineapple grapple With me and a dilettante Rhododendron of the Shopping Mall Cosmos Zebba Whitsen: I've got a million things in mind To keep my head off the floor But none of them reminds me of you Saw your picture in a newspaper Drew a mustache on your face If you could only see it And there was this clown Who didn't want to frown But I could tell how much his Shoes we're hurting his feet” Lollygag Brutus: "We are approaching The Rhododendron of the Shopping Mall Cosmos And we'll have a field day Photosynthesizing our merchandise” The StarFlower: A planet catacomb Made up of many hedgerows Turns the dust of day into the hush of night Gravity Has Lost its Pull Parsven Undertoad: For the plural lapel To pull the card house builders Temple out from under The shrugged rugs I might kiss the ring On your royal highness's hand And offer a blessing of courtesy And gifts of laurel wreaths Let me bring you the photograph book The Memory Holder: No, that won't be necessary Parsven Undertoad: Oh, but I must insist That you not resist This opportunity To rekindle your Affections with The fragrant territory That you Discovered In your youthful days Zebba Whitsen: Let's cause the get together on the Old sergeant's garment shoeshine Chloroformed hangers Scraped on a memory's surface Amidst centennial lovers Why would you not believe? Elks will represent men in court Why would you not believe? Walking down the street In shadowy defiance Is not Socially acceptable Why would you not believe? Gravity has lost Its pull Portrait Soup and a Soda Zebba Whitsen: I'm groggy in portrait soup Good to the first drop I wade in it like it's a pool A pool full of mules Drudging through the mud Oh, no I think I've Got a slight touch Of trepidation I may not know it But I've got two rows Of front teeth Corroded w/spontaneity Tih, tah Tih, teh Wha, chaw Whan, yaw I hope you don't take off your shoes In Japanese mourning markers Stones that moan And I groan On a soft drink That expunges all lack of reason It's yummy! Nobody There Zebba Whitsen: A rooster crowing Half-past midnight A knock at the door You look, But there's nobody there I want to know The video plea What were the captive's final words? Before his voice melted Distorted Lost like great ships Throughout the Bermuda Triangle Trapped in the Celluloid Tapestry Lollygag Brutus: You shot the- Oh my- In the foot His gravity boots Almost lost their way I exile the recipient from ardor There's an institution Of flowing, flowing Ball bearings hang from his knees A leaf that has Flaky wings aloof Horseshoe-crab dragonflies There's a Hawaiian shirt pastoral A jalopy is hopping On its left front tire Trapped in the Celluloid Tapestry Wires run through Circuits of termites Screws in a bench Are not profane Tell me you are not scared of quadrilaterals I hope the speaking Is from medieval dragons Leaves are wings On Romans are roamin' Opinionated persimmons limit Their attitudes by judging Others around them Space-lady, Be Mine Tonight Zebba Whitsen: Tell me who you are Tell me where you've been Will we ever meet again? Let me hold you 'til we're close You act like I'm a ghost You met at Venus's haunted coast We'll dance across the glass river Of love taking flight Space-lady, be mine tonight The Solar Winds of Change The Memory Holder: I sent you out here To do as I please Now is the time For you to release Our mind-controlling disease Release it on their unsuspecting minds Release it now For now Is the proper time Parsven Undertoad: To be sure I would do it if I only knew That you didn't have it in For me, too |
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