Attack of the Snortin’ Honker© 1977 nosebleed music BMI

There was a giant pigHe was really mastodontHe was all covered in dewHe had a sticky coat

His coat was all matted up with suet and bacon grease

There was another motherShe was fuzzy like a squirrelShe had a silver coat and shiningShe must have been his little girl

The big one had black tusksLike Zal Nikor Zundorum’s hornsWe ran around the back yardTryin’ uh catch the little un

The Pappy lowered his hornsAnd made as if to charge at usWe picked up a big rock about as big as a stoveI mean uh…about…really fuckin’ big anyway {It was about THIS big!Meaningless noise and frantic coughing, sneezing etc.} And held it up he ran headfirst right inter it} x2

Cut off his head with OrcbiterTwo hacks an off it comeIt look like a sliced hot dogIt look like a sliced hot dogIt look like a sliced hot dogThe neck stump dat isDah neck stump dat isDah neck stump dat isDah head roll away-Yeah...Yeah...Yeah…

Kelon tried to slice off a legBut the sword bounced off the boneHe tried to cut it off at the elbowAnd the Orc slayin’ blade did moanWhoah whoah whoahWhoah whoah whoahWhoah whoah whoah… Hweiapt!

Hero of Tha’ Beach© June 1974 Oool Fjolkunnigr

Whoah down on the beach she was(Come an show me COWABUNGA)That liddle lady an her girlfriends a hangin’ aroun’(Come an show me COWABUNGA)She had a Big Mac in her little beach sac(Come an show me COWABUNGA)She was in a bikini an her hair hung down(Come an show me COWABUNGA)

She smiled at me when she noticed my armsAnd wriggled a bit revealing her charmsShe asked my name an I tol’ her what it wasShe asked my name an I tol’ her what it wasTol’ her what it was, Tol’ her what it wasWooo-ooo-ooo-ooo

I’m the hero of tha’ beach, I’m th’ hero of tha’ be-be-beach(You’re the hero of the bö-bö beach)(Hero of the bö-bö beep beep beach)

Oogarooga hun Glun Oogarooga hun Glun Gabunga gabunga Cowabunga OOO girl

Come on down to mah little grass shedAn’ I’ll let you sleep in mah coconut bedYou smell like sugar cane an’ your lips are so redBlif Nottzi Goin’ outa my head

She smiled at me an’ she said come on!An wriggled her hips an I was really goneShe tol’ me my name an this is what it wasShe to-o-o-l’ me ma name an this is what it wasWhoo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo

You’re the hero of the beach (that’s right)I’m the hero of the bö-bö beep-beep-beach Oh Yeah!You’re the hero of the beach (that’s right)I’m the hero of the bö-bö beep-beep-beach Oh Yeah! ………fade

Dweeb style surfer guy Narration: (with random tape modulated pitch drops and munchkinization)

Hey chickHey girl ya wanna come over hereAn’ ride on my surf boardHey hey ya you Baby ya wanna I sayYa wanna come over an’ squeeze my musclesAn’ go out on my surf boardWell go on, on tha big wavesCowabunga? Ya it’s my name

You like to go surfing girl?Hey why don’t you tell yer girlfriend over there she can come too?

Uh got many other girlfriends?Ah how many come down for the season?You say a charter flight from Toronto?Ah that’s cool dig dig…

Hey why don’t you bring them all an come visit me at my place tonite…You know over in those palm trees?Tha hut that says CowabungaW’ell have a nice big fire an’ roast some weeniesYa ya ya you can bring your surf board tooYa gonna be(have) a good time!

Then after you can take turns havin’ me fool around wid yezYa we’ll have a ball alrightAny one seen my surf board?Hey girls come on! Where did you hide it?We gonna have a good time… gbdnlnk

Dawn of Bindôg 1974, Smithers, BC.

Flies a buzzin’ squirmin’ twirlin’Beasts a bellerin’ (arhgahgraarrrgghklsbhfnxhri)Timosgi raises his great ox hornBlowin’ the world noteA sonorrin’ low…

Sol; Zouggle’s brother blazin’ brightThe water droplets a hoverin’Yggdrasil droopin’ leafy boughs

Long the berserks crouched awaitThe giant beetles, crawlin’ thither (click)Down through their lizard-like appendagedLong-drawn iced buzzers (bzzzt)A chitterin’ go…

Bows a twangin’ down the GüggenburghHiisi and Rushlight, a peerin’ throughThe shadowed leaves…

Instrumental break with narration:

“I know an ash tree named Yggdrasil Sparkling showers are shed on its leaves that drip dewInto a pool below by Urd’s well it waves evergreen

Stands over that still poolWhence now there comeFate MaidensFirst Űrd, Skuld second: scorer of runesThen Vèrdandi, third of the NornsThe laws that determine the lives of menThey fixed forever and their fates sealed”

Hilden Street archin’ from north to south acrossThe night skyMogul dreamin’ futduuk sparkleTimosgi a wavin’ flailin’ wrists

Fimbletrëb, the EntlandA bristlin’ with lifeThe ‘Ol tree fathersA yawnin and a’ yearnin’ (yawn)

Choads Have Wheels© June 1975 Oool Fjolkunnigr

Rollin’ down past Wooler Rd. Wooler on the 401Fiddlin’ with the foot rest and feelin’ sickI say it’s so much funMy throats inflamed with a serious case of ‘Ottava Express’An old VIAU asks me where we areI said I couldn’t care less

Chorus: Take a ride on a Colonial choadI think the transmission’s gonna explodeOh Take a ride on a Colonial choadI think the transmission’s gonna explodeScrew this crap I think I’m gonna snapI say, “Choads have wheels”

There ain’t no-one except deformees and turkeysRidin’ on the choadsGot a fossilized driver with a kink in his neckAn a complexion like a toadSome old bat with a screamin’ brat sits there rollin’ her buttsA wino staggers to the can but doesn’t make itAnd his pukes out his gutsScrew this crap I think I’m gonna snapI say, “Choads have wheels”

Bridge:What a high class clienteleThere’s a guy in the back seat (just passed out from the smell)No bumwad… Boy that’s neatDroplets all over the seatHad to suspend myself about an inch above the rim We lurch around a bend and I almost took a swim

Rollin’ down past Carlton Place I’m a gettin’ beatA Radio-Cameranese babbles how his light meter’sJammed from the heatThe driver drops the clutch and the choad almostShudders to a stopHe grates the gears and pops the choad into first gearWe take off with a hop

Unpleasant old Nazi woman Rap:I asked zat man if zis vas OttavaHe said yes so I said he said NO…I got in ze taxi and I vould not close ze doorHe said CLOSE IT!So I said NO… (Back to chorus and fade)

Destroy the World© June 1976 Oool Fjolkunnigr

Destroy the world oh ohDestroy the world Yes we canDestroy the world oh ohBring on the end of society

You can take your fuckin’ jobYou fat pretentious blobAND YOU CAN STUFF IT UP YOUR ASSYou think you’re bloody hotBut I know that your notYOU’RE A STUFFED SHIRT FULL OF SHIT

You can all suck on my knobI don’t want your bloody jobYOU CAN FUCK UP SOMEONE ELSEYou’re a bunch of fuckin’ titsWithout a scrap of bloody witsYOUR ALL LOSERS EVERY ONE

Destroy the world oh ohBring on the end of the governmentDestroy the world oh ohBring on the end of society

You’re a bunch of stupid pricksSuckin’ on yer bosses’ dicksYOUR ALL FAILURES EVERY ONEWorkin’ at yer bloody gigsLike a bunch of fuckin’ pigsYOUR ALL MORONS EVERY ONEWhen I want some fuckin’ breadI’ll come kick you in the headDON’T YOU CALL ME A PARASITEIf you think I am a leechYou can suck on my peachCAUSE I’M LOOKING FOR A FIGHT

Destroy the world oh ohBring on the end of the governmentDestroy the world oh ohBring on the end of society

We Wasted a Lot of Time© June 1976 Oool Fjolkunnigr

I should have known that your gonna waste my time (yes)But you know I never realized (Oh no)There were many times when I thought to myself (Yes)Dat you’d never get dah knack (Oh no)_________________________________________________________Chorus: We wasted a lot of time In the basement…

If I had to do it again I wouldn’t do it the same againI’d think it over more and thenI wouldn’t do it again, again

Background vocal:

We…Wasted… a Lot of Time in the basement

We wasted a lot of time… ah ahhhhhh!Practicing… for hours and days and Months and weeks (In the basement) For hours and days and Spending time… FOOLING AROUND_____________________________________________________________

I always knew that you could learn to play it right (No)But I thought that you could learn to (Oh No)I should have guessed that it was all a waste of time (No)But I thought that it was possible (Oh No)

(Back to Chorus)

Gamooned Ray #2© June 1976 Oool Fjolkunnigr

Out from the dark in sunshineGamooned ray gamooned rayIn striped boots of puffy green nylonGamooned ray gamooned ray

Ray filigree—potato prints Leotard appendagesInto the midnight tit twitcheriesScream free money free money

Stone terrors stalk beside their human counterpartsGamooned ray you helpless foolsGamooned ray today

In from outside: inside outUpside gamooned for ray filigreeGamooned ray Gamooned ray

Iceberg gamoonBlack fly rayRay, ray gamooned in lightGamoonen, gamoonen Moonin’ in gamooned ray

Ah kwill ah kwillTurrun tearin’ Turrun-toe* Ah kwill ah kwillRay of gamoonDray, dray, drayIps, ips, ipsGtiggi, gtiggi, gtiggi

In striped gloves of clingy polyesterGamooned ray gamooned rayOut from the light in darknessGamooned ray Gamooned rayGamooned ray you helpless foolsGamooned ray today etc.

* Toronto, Ed.

Toads Jammin’ In the Lamplight Gutters© Dec 76 Oool Fjolkunnigr

Sump pump guitars clickin’ down in the produce dump runsSpinnin’ round in circles, wavin’ their suction cupToes in the starlightWater drippin’ ‘round their holes and their black eyes bulgin’Warty little harps, a squeakin’ out notesIn the holed up dredge muck

Hop hip hop hip… ruh-did ruhhn Hop hip hop hip… Brick-ada-brick-ada-kik-kik x4

What dey play…..is never wrongAll dere notes…..is always onDey know how…..to play dat songEvery nite…..out on tha’ lawn

Every nite…..out on tha’ lawn What dey play…..is never wrong x2

Spûddsz

Them potato peoples are lookin’ at youDere eyes is jes’ a poppin’ outDere skin all a shrivelled

They got split growth marks all inside} x2

You better hide your faceCause days gonna stare you through to the boneOnce they latches onto yerDey ain’t nebber gonna stop a starin’

Day’s so cruel dey hates all of human kindCause it was us who did them in so long agoWe is the ones who cook em upWe is the one dat bake em upWe roast em in dere jackets Ahhh… (We roast em)

And den well we ah jest a pop em in our mouzze} x2

Dey gonna fight backDem Spûddsz is gonna sharpen up dere tentaclesDem ol earth apples gonna mush dere way alongDey gonna tear you to pieces

You better watch out for dem taters yeahYou better watch out for dem old spudsYou better watch out for dem taters yeahYou better look out or your name is mud

Cause in dere eyes your jus French fries} x3You might as well be a potato Leo-Kotke

Yellow Cars ‘N’ Mars

I’m sufferin’ alone since she went awayShe drove out of my life in a yellow carI remember all the times dat she used to drive me bananasBut now I’m sufferin’ all aloneDon’t know where in blazes I will go

I done screwed up my life and she shot offGone away down south to Rio in a limoI should a squared my life away till she bobbed back upBut she left me holdin’ cucumbers in a Loblaws bagHow could she draw herself out from me?Like an elastic threadSo far and yet she’ll never come home I know

She’s wearin’ her blue and white negligeeAnd she’s gonna stay away all day (all day)Oh darlin’ why cain’t you come on home?I’m sufferin’, cryin’ here… lyin’ here all aloneLyin’ here like a sack of potato’s with a sproutin’ eyesClose on up to onions but day’s sliced an makes me cry’sOhh ohhh Ha ga ha ga haa Owww OhIn jail I’m sposed to meet my baby in AtlantaBut they threw me in the slamma in AlabamaLurkin’ back behind my bars I may as well be on MarsWith my baby drivin’ off to Rio in that yellow BentleyDrivin’ off down to Rio in them yella carsMay as well be on Mars

Yella cars an a slicked-back muskrat dudeGreen carnation ‘n’ a white flock vertical line suitPurple shades and gold nugget teethShiny glintin’ outa a pink lipped tombstone smileSapphire ice cube silver cufflinksTight sleeved disco button down jackit

Pointy pencil shoes and a custom polished M 1He took my baby away to RioYellow cars I may as well be on MarsHer Spanish red pout made her look like a troutAn that dude got her hangin’ off his flyWhy, why? I moan in my dusty cubicleI ain’t never gonna see that woman againI never gonna take her back home To my Philadelphia race track basement flatShe ain’t never gonna see my possum faced landladyShe’ll never taste the true feelin’ of freedomIn her fickle mouth

End of ElfheimOool and Zal Nikor Zundorum 1974

Over road rangers spurred bloodless by MogûlOdinn’s priests lead toward far reaching ZoûggleZûgil swiim watchers Zûgil swizzum eatersPoppin’ blood eye lost Fig-newts an’ stompkins too

Far reaching flaying anthropoidsSlimed slinking dragon’s tailsFrozen armies in the MudbogFrom A-God-land to Surtur’s Dales

Grey breath slimed out their poresFlyin’ mice and screamin’ club mossTree roots trailin’ Barked ‘n’ gropingHiisi whispers deep his fearsThe Elf child listens, cocks her ears(Rushlight listens cocks her ears)

Flying dinosaurs/ into the NitelandBerserk wolverines/ howl in the tree topsFiery giant toads/ hop out of fissuresGiant Centipedes/ armoured with silver Chain Mail…

Arr-gaär-g-grïmm/ snarlin’ remnant ofSqueakin’ wolverine/ hoards a’ bitin’ throatsAn a tearin’ limbs/ berserk fury aCrouchin’ pouched beneath scream-/in’ tortured aldersGiant sluggs and Beezle bugz

Howling cries sunder Everlasting MogûlValhalla shames the present into the pastZouggle swiim beware Zouggle svism hiddethPoppin’ Blood Eyes gone Cookies an dough balls too

Honeybee

Wild and free with her live bait earthlingShattered my nerves with a marinated herringHoneybee won’t ya give me a hearingLet me tell ya straight that’s the thing that I bin fearing

Her toast is too roughHer roast is too toughAah-she won’t cry enoughCause she won’t try enough

Why don’t she light the curley-q’s?Why don’t she light the curley-q’s?Why don’t she sing-a-song sing along?Why don’t she sing-a-song sing along?Why won’t she make a perli-q?Why won’t she make a perli-q?That don’t she bring along ding alongThat don’t she bring along ding along

Oh her eyes are too tightThey’re poppin’ out a her headShe’d better spin that threadBefore the gingham’s fled

Just look little girlAt the beans around your headYou’d better operate the lever‘Fore they catch you playin’ dead

Cause them flyin’ hornets are sendin’ buzz into your mindThey’re gonna ambulate the cortexLeave the rest room leave it blind

Leave the rest of you behindLeave the best of you behindLeave the rest of your behindLeave the best of your behind

Have You Seen Any Ruler or a Racer Go By Here Bubbix?(Have You Seeeen Any Racer Or An ‘Eruler Go By Here? Jff/?)

Hag iron elm-Huldie streamin’ from pourin’ brown an’ purple subterfuge, Jerusalem artichokes thinkinin’ hungry thoughts: All about an’ includin’ their stinkin’ Ol pappy an’ his hairy genitalia, droopin’ out of his eyebrow-like cavities with pungent thyroid-squelching properties. Drain pipe massage: clear black earring besmirchings Electrified stereo haemorrhoid tissue, greenish… drooping Festoons: drapery-like upon the greenish ahhh… I don’t smoke an’ I din’t Smell-Speel-Speeeeel there. I’m doing it. I laughed an’ went like that an’ it made a butterfly Hearing. Holding Theremin-gaiters, I’ll try an’ make it into something quite nice. Hey that’s what’s I said! --Toad-green kangaroos with their ink-black faces… Sea green pyjama-top people Twin star blades a crawlin’… Crawlin’ cross the open seas. Spewin’ toads an’ vipers outa their mouths, Said she can’t live with her mammy no more Cause her breath stunk too bad. An’ she wouldn’t let her daddy stick his finger in her twat (She screamin’ like Dagvweem in “ala ‘Ol sock”)“I got a ‘hairy-Larry’ for you, “he told her, “kiddo”. She giggled an’ gargled some gargoyle guts an’ went fishin’ for gallinules down by tha’ sewage dump, Tree toads snagged on her line… Blood-red hippos crawlin’ beneath the pits (arm) Her stupid ‘Ol pappy whackin’ his bappy Lurked an’ grunted he must be Jack happy She twiddled her thumb an’ jiggled her bum An’ out came the cum

Dem Trees Is Got Der Eye on You

The trees is watchin’ everything that you doThey’re just waitin’ for a chance so’s they kin get through to youAll the animals is dyin’ it’s a cryin’ shameOhh good ole’ mothah earth’ll never be duh sameAll the trees is bein’ murdered Whooah…whoahMan should love his brothers in the sea an’ sky an’ plain

Whoah, Live on the earth an’ treat it jus like your skinOh come on everybody I know your gonna feel it goin’ inWhhaoa ho hoah

Maybe just maybe things can changeJust think about itIsn’t there-something-that you could doIf you really want toYou’ll think of something you can doTo heal the wounds we’ve given

Tha trees don’t like a lot of things that we doAll the fishes in the ocean wishes they could tell us tooWe bin careless for too long ya know I heard it on tha newsIf we don’t clean up our act we are da ones dats gonna loseAll day seas is bein’ murderedWhooah…whoahMan should love his brothers in the sea an’ sky an’ plain

Iug-Meorm

Animal snouts in furry hayWet nose poking fire in dayMoonlight simmers glimmers roundBlack chunk of heavy shadow ground

Dank lunk of breathing earthLiving elf breath skin of trees

Please star-freckled shrew womanHole of sweating earth for her

Young ‘uns tickling down in their nestSqueaks like ice ‘n’ nice for miceEnds of worms in snug warm tunnelDance like fairies in their funnel

Shhhhhhhhhh---belowIug MeormShhhhhhhhhh---belowIug Meorm

Fly on umber wingsBear to teeth flung badgerThread plucked pea greenSea green flea bean

Three brained grebeWith bottled nervesMind force thrown inParallel swerves

Tootie Frootie

Grab an orangeHold on to a grapeYou gotta shake-shake shakePin a pineapple pearStick a pome over there

Drupe drupe drupe in a raspberry drupeletStrawberry fly gooseberry pieTraggle snaggle an’ snaggle a bananaChokecherry pomegranate lemon meringuePersimmons personally, kiwi delightsGreat fruits are grapefruitsYou ole prickly pearLove those papayas an’ mangoes the bestYer a golden delicious a juicy red MacA sty apple pie an’ a blackberry snack

Yer cherries need poppin’Yer honey dew melon can be put to the testYer limes’ lines are smellin’Yer peanuts need shellin’But yer pear-apple poppersPop yer plums inside out

Bar-B-Q’ing in Tha Back Yard

Napkin greasies, ketchup’s bubblin’ on the pitOl’ pterodactyl juicin’ on the spitTyrannosaurus eggs over easySpit pillow air mattressesColossus rumblin’ forward sprayin’ phlegmZoûggle’s eyes glowin’ bright red

Chorus: Suuna tearin’ Hum-a-zoo growlingsZoûggle’s tendrils scratch the bozosBar-b-Q’ing in tha back yard x5Oh so damn hot oh so damn hotZoûggle spot Zoûggle’s hot

Bar-B-Q’ing in the old sump pump dumpHot dog mobile tunin’ his SazarinkiBanana bar-b-Q’ing dinkussesSingein’ the napkin greasiesAs Mr. Electric come downstairsPolishin’ his chrome fingersHummin’ A bullfrog beat

(Back to Chorus)

Mr. Electric plugs in to electric eyeHot Dog Mobile calls in Fly EyeHey lets Bar-B-QElectric BananaElectric BananaElectric T-Nort’s Birthday Taxi

(Repeat Chorus and fade)

Black Ice N’ Melted Rice

As tall as a tree sproutin’ edgeless rimmed wingsCloud pilin’ tearin’ limb from limbA walkin’ earth-squeezin’ …terrors n’ thumpsThe sky roiled round and a giant glove obscured the horizonCracklin’ spheres of ball lightnin’Near a coyote howlin’ out on the twisted plainVacuum pipeline wind whistled o’er the stumpy meadowBendin’ swish reeds and launchin’ fluff from cattail spikes n’ catkinsBlack ice n’ melted rice …Black ice n’ melted rice

The man in the moon whipped off his tattered ragsAnd beamed a lunatic grinBut the skeleton shadow flowed over the ground and tangledWhistlin’ down into the cracked mud map of the dehydratedPencil dust riverbed …Black ice n’ melted rice

Men had howled to the wet dark god for a shake of his liquid locksBut he’d bin lopin’ through reed-thatched jungle halls and Squirmin’ up the sides of boulder-scrambled bones-of-the-earth (Black ice)Now he’d cocked his ear toward the cracked parched voice of the plain As she wept dry tears an’ shuddered n’ coughed (Melted rice)

He came tearin’ in from the east that nightAnd all of creation bowed to his headlong plungeBlack ice n’ melted rice …Black ice n’ melted rice

And now he was here with a twist of his wristThe sky’s black beanbags burst at the seamsThe plain spirit laughed as she sponged up the floodAnd the storm god spun his hammerThe sky’s junk yard rumbled and the ground lit upLike a Nikon Hot-Shoe cup

Urcholich (Miss Universe 1999)

Black shadow substance flew in from the eastHairs and pointy spider-bristle handholdsCorrugated vertical umbra-stripesDilated shifting patternsOn its sleep encased membranesTendons of dark philosopher’s-stone-dissolventSplayed from head like patch,Incubating universal solvent tears

13 fingered hands pulled inside-out stocking snagsAnd a shoulder dripped icily down intoThe bubble gum stretchiness of Her elastic bodyCantilevered cubes stacked in gravity foiling arrangements

One blue eye stuck with an amber irisAnd an aardvark shaped pupil slash slitMouth like a rip in a blanketDark witch weave tattered round the edgeWhere fangs should beScreen nostrils expand and contractTasting the sunrise sodden atmosphereROAGG men call itWizard’s slaveSpun fear in tangled minds of wieldersPatterner in dark designsSpinner of fear Norn of decayWeaver of fright Soul of the nightShadow embodimentController of malign elementalsROAGG the black

Harold the Fly-totin’ Paper-napkin Trailer

Frying pan in the oven, like a hairy pyjama toadstoolInch long, aphid-legged apple cider tooth enamelSquared up and rode along, galavantin’ fearlesslyApril-green leaf foldin’ flatulationsDesigned a hummingbird child’s boudoir

One apple spoke, lantern eyes n’ a cubic cheekboneTrapezoidal reflections yawn fervently, slanted forwardLurching horizontal eye membrane debaucheries

Skeleton ear HaroldShiny lobed pointiesHairs grown outside-in from th’ inside-outFrom the inside t’ th’ out n’ backA lurchin’ ever forward n’ back t’ th’ sideAn’ out the bottom n’ foldin’ in on the top

Along the back o’ the finger-ribbed cageJungle sweat-hog Pete an’ his snotty old granddadSweepin’ up the rejected, dejected outcastsFrom the foliage-strewn racetrack of theirChess board suits, n’ atomic energy inscribed cufflinks

Hair Raising Son of the Tauraggs

South to the nether depths of Îpzwi’s soul-stealersShamed filled denizens of the black marshesPin prick pine needle fastnessesLoaded with melancholy debris of a thousand torturesBlood seeping round chrome finger nailsA sly salamander smile played about his mouth slitTauraggs good for nothing black goat sonDressed in blue corduroyWith a hat made of cedar shingle sliversWoven haphazardly into a fragmented fabricBlack hole eyes with little amber lightsFlickering meaningless secret informationHiding from the Cairn raisersFleeing Tôlindor’s Monstrous artkojolaHairs raised dustily down the nape of his turtleneck Icy blue nostrils flared at the sight of his makerOut to the greyOut from the waterInto the fireInside the end of all matter

Teak xylophones tinkled inside the waves of his troublesAll around him the din of hard blue rubber malletsPatterns of stereo backward acceleration

Rise son of the Tauraggs!Creep forth from your cobwebbed coffinPry termite riddled lid from yourSleeping place of a thousand yearsStumble thou now into the radiation-drenched wildernessOver glowing boulders and into a blue crypt

Green moon on the riseTen galaxies utterly destroyedContaminate the universe

Ten trillion solar systemsOne hundred and seventy-six billion civilized racesAll destroyed at the flick of a switchThe choice is yours mongrel freak:Do not hesitate in your decision!

The mandolins whisper Greek DancesFresh from the tree-line dwellings of the mountain folkThey sing of forty-five degree plastic slidesAll to be rendered into dust At the twinkling of an eye

Gelatine D-Zerta

Red fluff floatin’ downA cellophane stream Like an ever widening breach in a wallCries out in voice of steelIn feel, in reel, impale

Daisies lift their tainted headsO’er knives and scarlet lakes of bloodAn octopus squirms, his rusty cast-iron bodyFlower engines tear Down the walls of a German bassoon case, Streaking rays of purpleAnd ‘Ren-light’ drops shimmering throughA cut glass pewter reflectionGlistens, listens like an old toadChide me or choad meI don’t care if I never do no sink brushes!

Gliding over a concrete and Plexiglas windscreen Erecting a screen of molten lava over a black coal pitPenetrating waves of toe-tongued thought wavesRaisin’ their wings in a peaceful salute to theCelestial Celestronic Cosmic Ray Expansion Device*

A small brass pin fits into a dnurled sprocketBrain tots glimmer in the rain likeA shiny new pair O’ nail-clippers in goldGoggles appear on the sceneRevelling in obscene exotic dance formationTendrils hiss through the air like whip tip lipsSlicing and paring their way over gastronomicGadolinskii Goggles boggles mind behind find rindIn kind a kind aligned in bindings

* CCCRED, Ed.

Grey-Knob’s Dance

Kaelfern men down the hollow blackness roaredElf held hold of forest Agog-blightKaelfern men down the hollow blackness roaredElf held hold of forest Agog-blightNight Elk rides given throncen ElfheilmDown Kumu Kunu’s golden halls n’ dearth in earth inDead men’s Howes

Branches asunder azure pools/thought in beardedKegs of mead brewed deep in mossy cellarsPaper leafs of rosewood bark cryin’ out in notesThe dwarves laugh merrily pound theirQuiet n’ loud wood songs

Songs of Earth n’ Sky n’ DaleAll riggin’ ringin’ loud n’ clearEchoes boles of mighty EntsRumble loudly thrumming near

Martian Ice Caps

I’ll sneak in the space ship with my little buddiesWe’ll reduce our stature to the size of ratsWe kin hitch a ride on the Surface Sampler Housing If we have to shrink some more we’ll turn into gnats

My baby and her girlfriends live up beneath the ice capLatch onto yer buddies and we’ll have a good timeShe’s a Martian mamma and her chicks are real winnersHustle up their snatches an’ you’ll have a good time

You got a face uh like Mick Jagger‘Cept it’s all covered in bubblesBaby you ain’t got my kinda lipsDarlin’ you just ain’t my bag of chips

Your polar ice caps may containWater but you just don’t never rain I’d like to stand upon yer rocksI’d even let you sniff my sox(You can even smell my fetid armpits)

Your polar ice caps may containLife but I know it’s all a gameOur Earth is really just the sameYou can’t fool me I know yer all insane

The relationship of the layered units to the polar caps is not understoodNeither is the origin of the dune fields the searchlight features that transectMajor topographical features without a change in direction are also a puzzleWe don’t know whether the polar region is presently experiencing a depositional or erosional cycle. We cannot exclude the possibility that the evolution of the polar region is now controlled by a climactic regime quite distinct from those that have existed previously. If we are fortunate enough to recover higher resolution imagery after the space craft passes the solar occultation period of superior conjunction, we may obtain insights into some of these TANTALIZING problems.

Norwegian SummerWords and music © Oool Fjölkunnìgr 1976

Walking up to the top of a mountainWith my gum-boots on my feetStompin’ on the humps of mushStriding o’er the slopes of peat

Rumbling troll’s tauntings roll out of the mountain cavesChasms and crevices yawn in the dragon’s spineNorwegian Summer Norwegian Summer

Looking down into the dalesMaintains marching out to seaMy young wife at my side in pigtailsFjords are beckoning to me

River elves’ laughter pours out of the valley’s greenFrost giants crack the ice up on the cloud girt FjellsNorwegian Summer Norwegian Summer

Rhythm shift to Stompin’ mode

With my pack upon my backMy horns arch from my battle helmMy iron rune-sword at my sideMy mead flask to my hauberk tied

The clouds are piled like wizard’s dreamsUpon the crags and hel-spawned peaksThe misty gates to Odinn’s landFlung wide across the shifting sand

Norwegian Summer Norwegian SummerNorwegian Summer Norwegian Summer

Ragnarøk By Zalnikkor-Jörgen-Oöol 1977

Below Muspell’s shadowed beamsThe Aesir rode forth upon Odinn’s dreamsElves and dwarves battle hymns chantin’ Gleamin’ blades, runes inscribed

War harnesses shimmerin’ n’ rattlin’Mogul wanin’ pale neath Rainbow Bridge

Trolls n’ Orcs marchin’ acrossBlood fallin’ like crystalline starsCreatures spewin’ from tunnels of DayclarAs the war horns thunder onRagnarøk- Ragnarøk

Fetid belchin’ gasses spewin’From Elfhielm’s…Elfhielm’s sporesThe land torn…torn apartTôlindor hewin’…hewin’ pathsRagnarøk- Ragnarøk

Monsters n’ devil men heraldin’ swift deathBattle axes oozin’ n’ brains pourin’ outOöol lord of Enchanters blazin’ n’ dazzlin’Spell to the foes of Odinn; father of godsFrost n’ ice twinklin’ from the eye of YmirMighty arms wieldin’ the gleamin’ ice axeTrolls fallin’ to the ground

Elfheilm was burnin’The land was Bucklin’N’ the Kidz were appearin’ N’ the Kidz were appearin’

Seems Like a Long to Come Just To End Up Here

It seems like a long way to comeJust to end up hereSuch along way to comeJust to end up here

The snowflakes sift across my faceAn’ I take a deep breath just in caseThe snowstorm doesn’t stop before I die

I met a woman…she was a ladyShe brought me luck an a bottle of yellow honey wineAn’ tol’ me she was mine all mine she gave a signGave me a sign…A sign that she’d be waitin’ for meJust as soon as I was through

I’m lyin’ here soon I might be deadWith the memory of her face etched into my headAn’ the snow bank’s gettin’ warmer all the time

I won that game with a wild cardWith the luck she brought it wasn’t hardAnd I stumbled up the steps a feelin’ fine

Well I opened up the doorAn’ I found her in her roomShe was lyin’ naked on her bedBut she had met her doomSomeone had shot her in the headBut I didn’t know who it was becauseI had just met her that very nightI knew that runnin’ wasn’t right

It seems like a long way to comeJust to end up hereSuch along way to comeJust to end up here

I ran until my legs gave wayI was frozen and it seemed like the only wayWas to write my story down as best I canWell they’ll find me frozen-This is itWith the pen she gave me on my mittAn’ this crumpled up piece of paper in my handSeems Like a Long to Come Just To End Up Here x100

In Under the Thick Silky Carrot TreeBy T. Nort and Oöol

Ti Maki the second just strainin’ in his jiggersCan’t think about nothin’ cuz E don’t know nothin’All the time shoutin’ sez you, the lil’ nigger‘S got trouble with his family; they know ‘bout sufferin’ Youz all’s all was makin’ fun a him ‘Bout his soul food, ‘bout his possum hocks ‘bout grits n’ jowls tooBut don’t say nothin’ cuz he don’t know nothin’

Maybe if he can learn how to dance like a liddle fagCuz it’s a hard livin’ live down n’ out on the streetBein’ spit at by all dat you meetPickin’ bits o beer bottles out of your feetAnd not sayin’ nothin’ cuz you don’t know nothin’

Chorus: Poe lil’ Maki Poe lil’ Maki II If only d’ deacon could reach out ta you In under the thick carrot tree Fergive all yer sinnin’ Fergive all yer livin’

Poe lil’ Maki II

Watchin’ them rich-y’s with their mint JulepsPickin’ his nose with the bulbs of TulipsAlways hafta lookin’ over his shouldersThe whites of his eyes a spies a cigarette holders

Am too damn ornery n’ too damn closeN’ too damn sad n’ too damn madN’ too damn damn n’ too damn bad D’ baddest cat D’ saddest clown D’ downest pair a lips dis side a town

Too damn Maki II, too damn Blackie Maki IITeeth like pearls, skin like pooLil’ tar baby Maki II

Stumpkin’s Pappy’s Goose Broilin’ Pan

Old a squeakin’ leather boots jerkin’ threadsIn a squeakin’ springs N’ mattress bedsA good time in tha’ alleyA pile o’ fun in yer back yardYer pumpkin patch is growin’ wild

Jes step out in yer back yardInto a world of wild lifeOn the edge of tha’ creekYou’ll find yer heaven Each tiny twig has a pile o’ whoppers to tellEach curlin’ worm builds his house in tha’ logs

Ooo Rah De Rah De Roh BohOoo Rah De Rah De Roh BohA Rinji, Rinji RojoAhhl be yer back yard hobo

I’ll rummage through yer pots n’ pansN’ try n’ find some ole rugBut all I’m findin’ neath dah cansIs cutlery and goose boilin’ pans

Dancing In the January Apple Orchard

Hoops dangled lazilyOver three striped tidbitsOld fire forged doo-in’zzsTeeter tottered alongA protruding ledgeThe black be-spectacledVelvet draped doctor in a boatBegan lazily creamingSleigh belled idiot reindeerSly fish*like slashed banana squirmy smilesDangled n’ dance tip tailed swerviesAcross a puffy Orange faceTapering endless streams of terrible nerveless coughsEnvelope sealing entrepreneursSlithered hopelessly downSewing machine needle tunnelsVertical line paringPaint stripper quart canScrewdrivers bevel inCannibalistic frenziesDiabolic entities raise taciturn composuresToward a singularly grey stoneworkAncient crumbly wallsAnd shadowed lintelsCrowd insect life to oblivious repetition

Touchdown of the Needle Ships

A black ice cloud of shattered Mogul dustDrifted in slow from the rim of the FyntopSky drift particles seethed in dustThe needle sharp pencils of the star ships of the Planet Yr

The colonisers veered to the right of the pulsarDrawn in by a merciless K-ray tractorFrom out of the Nebula OZBO appearedHis translucent wings beat swift stroke through the voidEyes a red and encrusted with venomViolet fire spewed from out of his lipsTri-forked tongue darted out for a gauze bug

Spoke the Helm to the Envoy:He winked in replyAnd led the star fleetThrough a maze of black holesAnd into an uncharted region of greyThat throbbed and pulsed with a sickening roarAnd made them puke

From behind a white AsteroidBozo made his entranceWindow pane nose glistened wet and a-sniffSkin grafted forehead bunched up in six wrinklesHis eyes starred ahead an’ ‘is tail stood out stiffDirectin’ the Kidz with a green full of dimples

Dat blifnottsi birdclown led on to a PlanetThat hung in the cosmos from 9 hidden threadsThe ships swung down and landed on plainsThe Fur Qu’dur desert flew of in a cloud of Zazu Time(A cloud of Zazu Time)Green and white eye-nose droppin’s n’ lipstick holders Flew greasy round the fins of the Mother ship

Fleshoid conspirators and rhombohedronal passengersPiled out pitterin’ onto the dismal plainCecil and gaz and their immortal pals n’ enemiesSpread out in all direction toward the horizons all 4The new Planet to occupy and adapt to the new environsTo infest the Earth ball with their whelp and Mae Wests OZBO and Bozo hovered up aboveFlutterin’ majestically on ratty skin pinionsBwa ha ha’d and Ah, ah Ahaha’ed Their broken healed teeth smiled row on rowLike tombstones and highway curve disaster railingsWarty chins and scaly jawbones and veiny foreheadsOff into the eternal nite of the pale grey skyThey erratically zoomed in zigzag formationStaggered like uffo’ed and careened helter-skelterThat pair of pussy pfleggommy fluked nitwitsWise beyond reckoning the envoys of gods

Dr X Meets Dwartf the Reckless

The air shook in its boots when the Doctor came forthFrom his archival lair in the dingy grey hallsHair stood on end and challenged the smogHis breathing tubes twitched and his fingers tensed

A discovery of a magnitude far beyond reckoningHad slipped through his paws but an hour beforeHis eyes whirl pooled neath thought furrowed browThe tall Doctor strode and paced and pondered

Doctor X hunched his shouldersHis high khaki shouldersAnd menaced the breath of a single flyDoctor X had slipped, he’d lost concentrationJust long enough to let that secret fly by

But Dwartf the reckless was hot on the heelsOf that mysterious clue to the nature of gassesHis eyes had not shifted from the path of the secretThat was more than a secret for its nature none knewHe shuffled his polka dot scarf thru his nose hairsAnd fearlessly dived in the bubbling vatHis eyes glued slantwise and narrowed in slitsHe stalked tha gas analysis through a labyrinthine mazeThrough conduits of brass and retorts of puss

He stalked tha gas truth fearlesslyThe doctor watched and waitedDwartf caught the slimy little devil and held itThe tall figure of Doctor XStooped down and smeared it on chromium pincersDwartf strode forth they shook hands smilingAnd strode on down to the patent officeRipped off they were for their discoveryThey tear their hair in agonyThe secret remains hidden in government vaultsReserved for an ace up sleeve of the lepersThe ultimate cure the industrial dilution

Tear drop dancing Butterfly Well I sure ain’t got too many ice capsBut truth o the matter is my own onionBut people just don’t see in their greedI can say all I can but I can’tAll I can say ain’t all that you can’tBut I reckon my onion is if you ain’t

Fine kinda shinin star kindledBusting explosions smooth the oily sheenOn a five dollar sewing machine needleDeedle, deedleBulitotuminous cathartic caterpillars crawlin’Petal tipped stamen root bramblesLichen rock sparkle stem hairs and sepal petiolesNeedle drenched sun stick resin and conesSquirrel tails flickin’ in the shadeNeath blade unmadeAn’ trade hair and splayed air

Flyin’ ducktail stoops takin’ fire in handLand and green fungus persimmon pair-o-micii*Wing shone brood cone n’ glimmer flayed in slenderLined rhyme tail red file n’ Lyle n’ rile All standing stringent ale cakes all soaked like iron wasp

Five golden bird beaks spit like curled tailsWhile fathoms down their razor teeth impaleBubble dance neath hangin’ willow wand flies buzzin’Heated air all shot with lazy waves and flyin’ scent N’ fly insect

Hrimalf’s Enchanted Slumber

About klem the flying buzzardBeak twitchin’Flyin’ through scattered motesTree twigs moss encrusted

Fresh spider webs netted highAbove the Bear God’s denHe emerges stretches his clawsLumbers down to the streamside

Paws dig deep down/into sparklingCascades/shimmerin’ trout in mouthFish flies a flutterin’Dead leaves

Sparklin’ granite all red and blackJewels peerin’ out o’ the deeps

Waves of shadow from the swayin’ branchesÖlgrim strides forth but newly bornHis silver skin a gleaminIüg Meörm starred nose a twitchin’

Peers out from under brackenFern fronds tinkle lightly

Hands spread the hanging vinesDark clots of dark umber shadowDriftin’ ‘bout the boles of ashRowan beech and elm

Tower high above the forest floorToo long the forest sleepsIn Hrimalf’s enchanted slumberPENBZIM FWDB

Iötunn Tale

Many armed beast ridin’ out of purple sage landsTowering elephantine o’er miniscule hawk folkBeaks n’ pinioned wings aloft o’er the shadowed realmNrampz the eight-armed son of Vrozz

Vvlaask’s long lost giant spawnSwelterin’ neath the Magma hot torrentsOf boilin’ oil a rainin’ down Of boilin’ boil a roilin’ roun’

Ha craned his scaly neck to peerThrough cave dark shimmer-sheetIpzwi, Crabwing’s half brotherFraught with howlin’ despairA-neath the granite feldspar cliffsThat tower ‘bove the slopesHis deep and hidden lair atopThe Ymir’s bones a piled in chaos

Nrampz a scowled his dismal maskA leerin’ down uponIpzwi hawk the feathered huggin’ cousin laughed From hind toothless pecker

Large in stature Nrampz put claw toRune sword scabbard at his sideHis dragon spine armour a rattleHe assumed his stance for battle

Ipzwi snapped his screechin’ beakAnd fluffed his ruffled feathersHis tail-feathers erected stoodHis claws a sharpenin’ on the rocks

The son of Vvlaask charged a-foamHis slaverin’ beak a droolThe berserk frenzy howled through veinsHis sword arm thundered goreCousin of Odinn’s memory soaredAloft from perch on cragDropped gleamin’ shards on Nrampz’s formOf grizzled fur and scalesNrampz scowled fiercely n’ spewed a spittleRoaring through the towering clouds

I’ll Be Your King Bee Bay Bee

Beeswax and honeycombsShinin’ in the drone’s body glisteningsPearly antennae knobsBob in the waxen tunnels deep in the hive ho

Buzz ‘L’ dee dee bzzZoom deedle deedle zah

Think I’ll go an apin’Think I’ll go a shakin’Tickle some bees in mah ApiaryHard at work dey makin’Honey z-zoomBee bread buzzin’Hexagon jelly drippin’ off a my belly

Won’t cha bee my queen bee honeyI don’t make a lot of moneyCome to my hiveI’ll make you bee aliveIn my king bee hiveWe can make some money

Buzz ‘L’ dee dee bzzZoom deedle deedle zah

Think I like your faceWhy don’t cha come back to my place?Tickle some bees in my ApiaryWe’ll try hard an’ make some honey zzz-ooomBee bread buzzin’Hexagon jelly drippin’ off a my belly

Meorm of Iug-Meorm

Bugle bred bylmic trymesFizzle glimp bur tenurSrazzome nil ef tur bymtil sevripIug Meorm pin tible sret

Bzbzoglim-rdGzgzoglim-bdThe kitties laugh in sprite madnessDance on the grey moundsDance on in gay boundsMoon grey stillnessShowers roundFalls on ancient hallowed groundSings on waves of rippled thoughtDrifts through edge of sparking grottEddies of forceAnd swirls of courseEddies of courseAnd curls of source

Wind Tröll-Hungra

Fried fresh Elfheilm chatterGiants drain great brass gobletsLiving in rock caves the Hrimgèrdr Power of the mountainIce hoar frost gleam like blades of swordGrinding at the world mill

Whirlwind bride of huntsman rides through silent hostHroësvèlgr Eagle pinioned sits in heavenFar at Heaven’s furthest reachHeaves his mighty pinions in blasts of wind eternal

Far as a falcon flies a summer-long dayWhen stands fair wind under both his wingsKlō-sihi, his great claws clouds

Iötunn screams in terrible furyPeasant folk pour flour in the air to still his wrathThree times did the north-wind steal the man’s mealOle poppin blood eye, he not going to put up with dat!

Fifty sacks of flour drenched in giant sweatHang from tall rafters over the great hall in theNaganthrölpoop wastes far to the northWhere dwell hideous wights and stone trollsCast in myriad shapes ad formsBoars and ice bears seals and white-wolves prowlIn the frozen tundra crawling in frigid life

Diabolic beings raise a whirlwindCant ancient runes, throw small black rocksOn sheets of ice and read the patterns formedMen in heavy furs and hides with stone axesHanging from their sidesRough features, wrinkled leathern skinsStubble, grey upon their chinsPerched upon their domed backsLeathern flasks and fins and tack

Attack of the Little Green Warriors

The sprouts have comeThe sprouts have come to stayThey’ve occupied our plates(Those little green warriors) They’re holding death at bay

They fight the poison wastesWith Enzyme powered infantryChlorophyll tipped spears to pokeTo penetrate each cellThose ruthless little warriorsHave come to make us well

Punk Rock Breatharian In Sudbury

Gonna detoxify my body gonna purify my soulAfter drinkin’ all this wheatgrass I’ll be youngInstead of oldGot my bags of sprouts a growin’ in their spot above the sinkGot my buckwheat lettuce sproutin … Ooops I think they need a drink

And I know in my mind that living food clarify my brainSo’s that I can be real healthy I mean any fool can readIf we all eat sprouts and grasses we can get our Colons cleanAnd survive on Just Fruit!

Gonna rejuvenate my blood stream gonna clarify my brainAll the crap that I put in will have to make it out againI may feel like I am dying but I know it’s just the timeFor a crisis and an enema to wash away some slimeGonna be a Punk Rock Breatharian in SudburyI’m hopin’ all this wheatgrass juice will work for meGonna be a Punk Rock Breatharian in SudburyMaybe all this chlorophyll will get to me

Gonna throw away my pots and pans jest heave em out the doorWith my sprouts an’ greens an’ juicer I won’t need em anymore Gonna depollute my cells be squeaky clean in every wayNo more grains or dairy products I’ll be mucousless someday

Gotta clear away the mucous rinse away the slimeEliminate the fifteen pounds of rotten filth from my intestineRaw Food Raw Food etc

Zorm’s Birthday Masquerade

Fly in a spoolPotato sewing machine gill thread hopperA razor blade Bwana A razor blade Bwana

Root beer gill artichoke beastieOld Zorm tiptoed …Tip-tired up dah stairwellOrporto Orzz howled in throttled mercenary painLike the back of Idiot Bucks Dwee screens Dweee screens A razor blade bwana

Log log log in zaOven oven oven in zaStove stove stove log in za

Ol shoelace squeals shutTight lipped old horse mouthFallin like volcanic ashBlow-out the front tire

A Moto-master fan sashMidas muffler shocksAll dressed in spotty camouflageFor Zormie’s masquerade

Taabnif Eglrìr Skòfnunga Sögur—Gog Iglogri ForestShinin flat iron block footed sweart peopleLaughing spread their feathered pinionsEagles soarin’ swoop, mice catchin’Talons clutchin’ feed em goodDeep dark rock tunnels neath the oaks

Dwarves mine shinin jewels and metalsTrolls march tendrils wavin in the windScale scrapin’ in their leathery hidesEyes shine brightly out from spiny browsBony ridges arch down their backsTusks gleam polished silver tippedSpear points barbed in vicious hooks

Cartilage plates their shoulder strapsIron rivets Head embossedShields of obsidian Carved in reliefScenes of battle Ogre’s heroesHill giants Boulder throwin’

Aesir’s swords raised Trolls to slayFrost Giants Ice clubs beatin’Frowning sons of Surt screaming clayGiant beetle steeds Click chatter by

Wings chitter noisilyFoul smellsReekin’ slug sewn byrnies snails in sweatThe Dwarf Enchanters invoke AndvariIron-Wood Hag oft times height Svertrikgrimm

All the hosts of nifel-helValhall’s warriors clad in mailDragon scales and shinin glimmerWierded blades and laughing elves

Deathless victory Bound for Iglogri FjellsThe fields of Scromiric wavingFerns and rushes flying reptilesBeast and cringing toadsRabbits hoppin antelope and unicornsGalloping over the heart of the meadowland (Meadland)Scromiric land of field trolls

Yddril’s Dog Dah labds and Labssis twirlin’ in dah Squeeze bag jigs“Don’t hide yours Elf “dah dust and fetid Bloom TreesMackie’s in the cratered swimbin’ poolLiles of tha Valley back in de’ uh lane

Festerin’ ooze neath the black fortressOut of tha sea eaze slime crept forthWaltzin’ Troll Chicklets fire goblet mud dog whackers

Am nozzt Am nozzt Yddril’s dog Yddril’s dog Dah labds and Labssis explodin’ in merciless merriment“I’ll smash you wid me adze” Blood spots n’ brain crumbsGryphons on knees split heads spewin crust muffinsPoppies n’ pus spill on the highway to nowhere

Jazz drains their strapped on wrinklesThe blood bath stirrers in acolyte’s ragsA bunch of sticky tendrils tied up in an ol’ sockWhile the engine runs off in silence

Am Nozzt Am Nozzt Yddril’s dog Yddril’s dogFenrir’s waistcoat hair and bloodYddril’s dog Yddril’s dogPork pie meat blobs puss cream ice milkshake

After the Fimblewinter

Enlarged tonsil diaphragm BreathingsTerror struck by Odinn’s battle visageTen journeys to the great Svithiod Were made in the days beforeThe vanes and Aeses made war on each other

The ice swept down crushing swamps and lifeFimblewinter draweth nighReckoning of the planet’s luxuriant growthThe great northern paradise buried inA mile thick blanket of ice

Poppin blood eyes flee from Ymir’s cold Jotunn breathGolden cities stand amid the jungleTowers bite skywardProudly awaiting the onslaught of the crushing glacier

The Fish Men

The fish men had come to see themselves as an endless pile of sardine cans unlike their ancestors the Ceratocasorns they had realized the folly of war. For thousands of years they had refrained from any form of battle and had destroyed all weapons, but three thousand years past. Their rivals the SHRO-Gah, still carried on their affairs in a more barbarous fashion But had of course smaller brains (about half the size of a pea) the attitude they held towards their superiors was one of total awe and superstitious fear.

Leaf designs reveal an endless array of serrations and spill off into understanding of alien forces and dementia. Ring-like in a strange sort of fashion they laughingly josh and chatter amongst themselves.

Terrible to behold was the beastTerrible to behold were the few faces seen in the pouring rainLight had ceased to filter, Cascade like through the panes

Chicken in the Hen House (medley)… Oöol Fjolkunnigr, 1979

Fox on tha’ loose an’Chickens are a Goosin’Chicken lickin’ scratchin’ peckin’Colonel’s on tha’ way

Kitty gizzard dinnerTractor in dah fieldPigeon on dah lightnin’ rodBaby in dah well

Chorus: Ah chicken in dah henhouse x5 Pahk Pk pk Pahk Pk pk Pkah*-k-Doodde Doo Pahk Pk pk Pahk Pk pk Pkah*-Any cock-L-Doo

Pahk Pk pk Pahk Pk pk Pkah*-k-Doodde Doo Pahk Pk pk Pahk Pk pk Pkah*-Any cock-L-Doo

Hay straw in dah farmer’s teethPigs a sloppin’ mud Cows a chewin’ cudOl Joe Green in dah out house

Chickens on dah loose x2Dat seedy Ol canker from Quagmire Lagoup

Give Ol Maw a bunt in the cuntWing Ol Dad a hoof in tha’ titBilly Sue a covered in cow pooLookin’ jes like dem blackies doo

Bird Balls

Like motes of phosphorescent specks they groupAround in circles spiral to the centreAcetylene carbon drifting on wind currents Small birds, large birds: their mind is oneAn ant-bee-locust drive unites their flocksThe flow to centre primal atomsAll chirping honking quacking hummingThe feathered race’s species mixTo magnetically hoard in swarming balls

Bird balls: great black pulsating bird ballsAs seen from down hereThey crawl like an ant colonyAs seen from down hereA buzzin’ hive swarm Large prehistoric ostrich-like necksAnd leathery wings which scrape and rattle on wrensWarblers, thrushes, chickens n’ crowsFestooned in a ball in the night blue sky

Bird balls shout with a million voicesBird balls scream with a million throatsBird balls roar from a million beaksThe valley echoes a million squawks

Bird balls explodes in atom-kraft forceHurls pelicans pigeons head over heelsBig bang bird ball pops in squealsTheir feathers fall to blot out the sun

And so it goes on, on and on The birds regroup the balls explodeAn ever endless storm of bodiesTurn round the clock deep blots of time

Skeleton Hall 12/06/90 Thailand

Skeleton hall, Skeleton hallClink, scrape, rattle, chinkSkeleton hall, Skeleton hall4 A.M. ding-dong dog callChantin' puppies, yowlin' pussiesFloor keeps shakin, bacteria bakin'Sick 'farangs' ever wakin'Coughin' fever, sweatin' pantin'Hari Krishna weirdo chantin'

Neath hangin' netsIn Skeleton hallLets all crawlAnd crouch in a ballIn skeleton hall

Skeleton hallNailed up on the wallThe skeletons may fallIn Skeleton hall3 of 'dem up an the wallFree of 'demTheir clattering call; I sleep, calm as a dollIn the skeleton hall