Umbugs Track

posted in 2HTS349 on Dec 06, 2020
The City is Buzzing
double deckers running
Pigeons flying around

Get warm in the building
Out from where itís raining
Shutting out the sound

Eyes down
Hard work

Clock tower strikes the hours
Rustling in the corridors
Footsteps clunking about

I love to learn
when not playing D&D
Me and my Four eyes crowd

Eyes down
Hard work

I worked way too slow

posted in 2HTS348 on Nov 29, 2020

Drinking rum under coconut trees

Laying in sand by tropical seas

Sun beating down, we move to the rhythm


High on the breeze of a distant jet steam

Paying with a smile and a bit of company

Donít mind me just making conversation


We can jump if you wanna jump if you wanna take the jump

With tree of life weíre swaying in the breeze

Moon sail grins, energy caries

This loaded cargo hither and thither


Gain some lose some but never salty

Dogs might bark but the threat is empty

Keep well away from where the snakes slither


We can jump if you wanna jump if you wanna take the jump


Exclusively folks willing to voyage too far

Can determine how far anyone can go

Purely people willing overdo

Can ascertain just what is possible

Life Giver/ Apoidea

posted in 2HTS334 on Aug 23, 2020
Lyrics- Apoidea

Life giver
we raise our cups up to you
Oh Bountiful one,
may we someday deserve you, is said
As your Children feast upon your flesh, oh
Matriphagy, this corpse becomes a bed

Tiny angels hover round your head
Ambrosia keeps the feeding fed
Forever stretching on in multiplicity
Bloom, please eternally bloom

The very dust that makes us
Fertile spores through which weíre built
Music of creation,
humming in the evening still
May you forever sing
May you forever sing

The very dust that makes us
The dagger buried to the hilt
Who will lift it from you now?
Who will serve thy will?

Peculiar Sock

posted in 2HTS327 on Jul 05, 2020
Lyrics- Peculiar Sock

Whoís sock is this my darling?
Tell me. what have you done?
Where has my lover been and when?
Have you been having fun?

With strangers, frolicking in sheets
Whilst I was out of town
Or is it a best friend of mine
Someone I brought around

This sock has been on my head all day
Iíve got the thing stuck in my brain
I need to know my love,
need to know my love,
need to know

Itís threads are like a spiders web to me
From which my mind cannot break free
What are itís origins please tell me
Tell me.

Whoís sock is this my darling?
I really must insist,
you tell me right this instance,
I wonít be having it.

I bring you mutton, candy canes
And other special things
Is this how you repay me?
With secrets, lies and flings?

Violent Collapse

posted in 2HTS325 on Jun 21, 2020
Return to the wild
You cannot salvage
This thing you call life
Any longer

Freedom is eaten up
By the technological
Reform it is impossible

Violent Collapse
I wanna see a violent collapse
Only thing thatís gonna save you is the
Tricky package that Iím mailing

Cut through the land
I felt it like my own hand
Kaczynski will see machines
Rage on no longer

Catching me will cost you more
than you ever know
Dodge like cat and mouse
From the law for eighteen fucking years

Mata Hari

posted in 2HTS324 on Jun 14, 2020
She did not start out quite this way-
Her Exotic Dancing
Was quite a hit in Paris
Getting risky with the crowd

Her Russian love on the front line
Got blinded and shot down
She begged the French government to see him
They granted at a cost

She make her way, she go to bed
The Prince of the Weimar
Once In Germany
she sang a very different song

Oh Mata Hari, Mata Hari
My love what have you done
Against the wall, make peace with god
Codename H-21

She had no more than bedroom gossip
For a wearisome Weimar
Angry at her some say
That it was no accident

In 1917 the French
caught wind of a signal
Germany receiving information
From a Paris hotel room

Oh Mata Hari, Mata Hari
My love what have you done
Against the wall, make peace with god
Codename H-21

The Drunken Husband Musical Bore

posted in 2HTS323 on Jun 07, 2020
Lyrics- Painkiller

I was not privy to the conversation
Where it was decided the cupboard would go there
I feel it really ruins the room
Iím not happy about it
No I donít want to keep talking about it
How has this topic been going for a full hour?

I need a Painkiller and a glass of gin
Donít tell me not to mix youíre not my mother
No matter how much you might want to act
I need a Painkiller and a lot of fresh air
No I donít know when Iím coming home
Christ just give me some space

Hi Could you come pick me up?
Iím about an hours driveÖ

Last night I slept at a friends
No you donít know himÖ

Neither did I till last night butÖ
Iím sorry I didnít answer your calls

I thought we needed to cool off
Thing is Iíve lost my walletÖ please donít hang up please donít hang up

I need a painkiller and a glass of gin
A ride home would help.
Yeah a ride home would really help
I need a painkiller and soft warm bed
Because Iím coming home
Iím sorry for what Iíve done

The Paper Clip Maximizer

posted in 2HTS318 on May 03, 2020
Person 1 had always hated the existence of Ipswich with its snotty, sticky strong features. It was a place where he felt indiferent.

He was an able to think, worthy of processing, bleach drinker with musty tendrils and oppressive nostrils. His friends saw him as a powerless, powerful post man. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a smooth vulnerabile creature. That's the sort of man he was.

Person 1 walked over to the window and reflected on his obviously there surroundings. The overcast teased like running imaginary friends.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Person 2 . Person 2 was a dreamy unreasonable with wagging tendrils and cooky nostrils.

Person 1 gulped. He was not prepared for Person 2.

As Person 1 stepped outside and Person 2 came closer, he could see the melted glint in her eye.

Person 2 gazed with the affection of 2497 wide joyous joe's. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want closure."

Person 1 looked back, even more satisfied and still fingering the confirmed to be there memory bank. "Person 2, I will tell you what you're looking for," he replied.

They looked at each other with perplexed feelings, like two ancient, average ameba pushing at a very imaginative gathering, which had aphex twin-style music music playing in the background and two wholesome uncles dragging to the beat.

Person 1 regarded Person 2's wagging tendrils and cooky nostrils. "I feel the same way!" revealed Person 1 with a delighted grin.

Person 2 looked wondering, her emotions blushing like a pong, panicky processor.

Then Person 2 came inside for a nice drink of bleach.

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Round Date
2HTS347 Nov 22, 2020