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Lee Ferris would like to acknowledge David Bowie for his inspiration with The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars And Norman Dubie for the influence of poetic structure with The Spirit Tablets of Goa Lake
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Inner-mind Gem Mine The Memory Holder: There are things you just don't know Many places where you are afraid to go But let me take you to the far-out place With sapphire eyes and a pure blue face The StarFlower: The color is vital blood red The fresh lives being led Lollygag Brutus: Do you want to go to the desert of the squawking crow? Then we will have to fly the ship pretty low Zebbe Whitsen: Have I spoken of the inner-mind gems? Do you wish to seek them? Did you ever think you might be them? Zebba Whitsen: I will take a roast beef on pumpernickel Hold the mayo and the pickles We all know how some minds can be fickle Zebba Whitsen Lollygag Brutus: I have knickknacks Where my mind does lack A hack-a-sack (all alone) His name is Zebba Whitsen Some say he is at his wit's end Do not accuse his hair of having split ends ('cause it don't) Zebba Whitsen: Yeah, we stopped The Memory Holder Before he could lock us in the mind-control hole He would have left us dazed, dumb and out in the twilight cold Now all we have to do is get back home The StarFlower: A task that will not be easy Gee, I hope your stomach is not feeling queasy You'll have to meet the liquor-tuned Biibyl Midribel In the joint called Slice o' Greasy" Zebba Whitsen: If it must be done Do it we must...and have lunch Lollygag Brutus, go fetch the purified water From the Venusian elephant's trunk Sally Astronomicle: O scotch-guarding scooters Catapult from canyon cannons on Jupiter When we ride to Quadrant U we better test the subterranean sub-woofers Interstellar Fellar Zebba Whitsen: I see something beautiful It rests in your eyes Sally Astronomicle: We are all made of triangles Moving through silver skies Open the door to the shingled cellar I guess you are an interstellar fellar” Lollygag Brutus: I wish you two would continue This engaging conversation Some other time For now we must Meet the one We have been trying so hard to find... Biibyl Midribel Parsven Undertoad: Biibyl Midribel is an old acquaintance of mine I cheated him out of his bounty many a time He has always held it against me, but I will not hide His nose is crooked His face looks funny He likes to eat eggs that are runny Argh! Me matey He is a space pirate with a ship named Sadie And he tries to woo all the ladies I do not like him very much I equate him to a fester of pus He is always blabbing about pointless stuff The Wondermaker Vestaisiax: Jumping rats Ate my can't On senses to enhance The StarFlower: If you look into the sky Notice The wondermaker The Other Side of the Galaxy Zebba Whitsen: Yeah, you know You just cannot let go O everyone is going pro Professor Obrioutte: When you start to shiver and shake Just remember that you are not an invertebrate And don't let anyone tell you that them's the breaks Zebba Whitsen: I'm going to jump across the Gajhgut Hills I will find something more than real It looks like an alligator is licking its chops And I will look for you On the other side of the galaxy I'll look for you, I'll look for you On the other side of the galaxy Keeping It All Together Sally Astronomicle: I feel freezing My mind is easing On to the picnic table That sits spits teething Zebba Whitsen: Winds of fire World of flaming brains Keeping it all together Keeping it slightly sane Wenduvian Women: A figure of a man Conjectured in his shadow Dogs are waterlogged In the straight and (bone) marrow Space Leopards: Say, we will return Let the chorus wheel burn All chameleon thoughts, we will discern When Sunlight Through the Window Came Zebba Whitsen: When sunlight through the window came Pouring through like the Persian armies Crowding Drought and Harmony In the Drying Season The Oligantigalle Prose Militia had already Extended itself to the Cod Regallas” Cosmic Collapse Biibyl Midribel: There are rumors… Of the StarFlower's origins And how he forged twilight into flame Marring an inexplicable stain Strange Western After-life Dream Zebba Whitsen: Come around and join the celebration We will slow dance To eternity's sweet melodies And then the swift fiddler Will join the banjo player And bluegrass will emanate from the concert hall Come around and join the celebration This is a glimpse into A strange Western after-life dream Grab your partner Dose-e-doe Let loose your joy and forget your woes There is a herd of mythic cattle And their hooves were made of pure gold They are said to graze in vast fields O to find them searching on the living plains in vain Yet here in the dream Here in the dream… Tabal Sforen Parsven Undertoad: I have a big belt-buckle W/a mural of skeletal steers Let us be spirited cowpokes in this ghost town Six shooters And I think I have Caught my spurs in the sagebrush Phosphorous bandits in bandanas Rickety steel wagons w/so much gold They ride right through them I want your silver coins in my saddlebags Wenduvian Women: But we don't want to fight the bad men! Lollygag Brutus: They came herding into town Paint the buildings lime-green reverse There is desperation in the pleas of the townsfolk Wagons of silver shot to pieces In the saloon they all have a shot of whiskey Except for Tabal Sforen, who lingers in a corner They see gallows and flames reflected in his eyes Sally Astronomicle: He is a phantom in rhinestone duds He goes dancing through space For the red-blooming buds Where the Shrill Beckons Tabal Sforen: I see a dark silhouette at the frame of the door An etching of a cowboy hat Smiles back from Gorgolo's Saloon window You can see them Yes, they are singing You can see them all still drinking Where restless spirits go When they cannot sleep And you know, cowboys are always the last to leave On the space range You can go insane If you do not take in the beauty On the space range Your life they will claim For the bounty hunt is their duty Where the shrill beckons Well, I reckon Life goes by in milliseconds Marble Planet Space Leopards: We are on a planet Haunted by an array of overcast spirits We have come for the statue of Dia de los Muertos This statue we will take I hope our gravity boots do not shake For then the statue will drop and break Then our greedy hearts would ache We are on a planet made wholly of marble |
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