Lyrical cycle by R.U. Sirius with a number of videos and songs attached
Imagine 2.0 (2015)
Unrecorded
Imagine there’s a song everybody sings and no one means
Imagine they sing it in Times Square every New Years Eve
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Mama But Weer All in Chapel Perilous Now (2017)
Has your S M I Two L E turned into a scowl?
Does weaponized idiocracy have you throwing in the towel?
Could anybody in this pinched surveiled nation write another Howl?
I said mama but we’re all in Chapel Perilous now
Are the students at your college acting like Maoists?
Have you seen weird apparitions like neonazi Taoists?
Does it seem perfectly normal that the President’s a crazy clown?
I said mama but we’re all in Chapel Perilous now
Did you read RAW and not get the joke
Are you gorging on conspiracies until you choke
r.u. even more dogmatic after taking a toke
How we wish Bob was here to make everybody Pope
Is Operation Mindfuck now with Gog and Magog
And some witless little nerd boy who loves Pepe the Frog
If nothing is true and anything is allowed
I said mama but we’re all in Chapel Perilous now
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Merry Tweekster World Mutation Day/Sufi Sales (1987)
recorded by Merry Tweeksters (pre-MONDO Vanilli) Listen to Merry Tweekster World Mutation Day/Sufi Sales
It’s still a few days away
And the kiddies all look so gray
But they’ll be getting a bit of a spin-out
When they see the hippie trip-o-world flip out
On the frontiers of my neocortex
As I think bi-lobely and act globally
Who knows what glows Cher Noble
And who sees armageddon it on
But beyond the abyss we’re on vinegar and piss
As we leave Ronald Reagan and beyond
Merry Tweekster World Mutation Day
And it’s never gonna be the same
Merry Tweekster World Mutation Day
So let me introduce you to the one-and-only Sufi Sales
Merry Tweekster World Mutation Day
So let me introduce you to the one-and-only Sufi Sales
Merry Tweekster World Mutation Day
So let me introduce you to the one-and-only Sufi Sales
Merry Tweekster World Mutation Day
So let me introduce you to the one-and-only Sufi Sales
SUFI SALES
I’m Sufi Sales
Though no one seems to know it
I’m Sufi Sales
Though no one seems to care
And if it rains
I don’t believe I’ll go out
You’ll wait for me but I won’t make it there
Rolling along singing a song
And I don’t believe I’ll be for very long
Coming back home and sitting alone
And my Sadie comes in with an ice cream cone
Ice cream cone
Ice cream cone oh yeah
And it’s my day to be just this way
The loving I crave won’t make me a slave
I can lay down without a frown
Sufi Sales is back in town
(Watch out for laughter
Watch out for fun
Sufi Sales is back
Hun)
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On The Beam (1982/2016 remix)
Watch video by Phriendz. On The Beam by Party Dogs, Remix by Phriendz 2016
She’s so fine
On the beam
And she’s so high
On the beam
On the beam on the beam
All the time
In the world
Well if you try
You’re a lucky girl lucky girl
If you can feel it
You can dance forever
If you can deal with it
Live forever live forever
Everything
Will be ours
From the planet
To the stars to the stars
We’re getting on the beam
Things are just as they seem
Immortality in the age of the clever
Live forever live forever
On the beam
Live forever
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White Babbits (2017)
Watch video for White Babbits Music by Trevor Boink & Grace Schtick, Video by Satori D
based on White Rabbit by Grace Slick
One pill makes you smarter
And one pill makes you small
and the ones that mother gives you
ritalin or adderall
And your phallus Needs Viagra after all
and if you go fleecing babbits
cause the banks are gonna fall
tell ’em the hookah smoking anarchist
has got you by the balls
call alice — she’s totally appalled
White men on the radio
Get off on telling you who to hate
and your friend has joined the teabags
And your spending your weekends straight
And your phallus has a Cialis date
When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the fat cat’s are aging backwards
And your friends are filled with dread
Remember what the lab rat said
Freeze your head
Freeze your head
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I Wanna Be Your Radio 1992
recorded by MONDO Vanilli
Listen to I Wanna Be Your Radio
I wanna steal your radio
Sacrifice your fingers to an electric fence
I torture you in future tense staccato
And come back home and rest in bed all day
I’ve got techniques for ecstasy
Keeping them under the hat stand
Let’s whip ’em out
And see if anything fits on your head
I wanna steal your radio
Capture you on a hard disc drive
Save you and make a million copies
Give one to each of my friends
I inverted the very color of being
But you — you weren’t there
I wanna be your radio
Sire wire fire and inspire you (cyber cyber)
Flick the switch that renders you insane
Come back home and rest in bed all day (cyber cyber)
I wanted to be Salvador Dali
I wanted to be dead and unreasonable
Let’s grieve in concentric circles
To make the night release your brain
I wanna be your radio
Now I wanna be your radio
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I Politician (1982)
Recorded by Party Dogs Listen to I Politician
’Ive got a little think tank
I call it home
I ain’t too highly paid though
Just flesh and bone
I’ll put a little thingie out
On video cassette
And hope the Minister of Propaganda
Don’t get too upset
Still it all comes though
The United Matrix of America
Pagan rhythms out of Africa
Pagan shipments out of Kathmandu
From the Aztecs to the Ming
Genetic carnival on wings
We’ve got a little freak show
We call it “The Hunchback Squeaks”
And then I politician
I get on up and I speaks
“I got a lotta rage” he cries
“And lots of irony”
You’re baboons in a cage” he lies
“I’m going to set you free”
Still it all comes though
The United Matrix of America
Pagan rhythms out of Africa
Pagan shipments out of Kathmandu
From the Aztecs to the Ming
Genetic carnival on wings
Gotta get back to L.A. now
Got a media jones
Talking with the network boys
and taking out more loans
I get 3 minutes on NBC
Attack the ruling class
I’ve got 4 friends at NASA now
If I have to move my ass
Still it all comes though
The United Matrix of America
Pagan rhythms out of Africa
Pagan shipments out of Kathmandu
From the Aztecs to the Ming
Genetic carnival on wings
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Glad Handed (1982)
Recorded by Party Dogs, Listen to Glad Handed
Stand tall
Stand funky
Don’t worry
Be happy
Madly happy
Keep on rappin’
What me worry?
Glad handed
Stand tall
Stand funky
Don’t worry
Be happy
Have a ball
Stand funky
Don’t worry
Be happy
Madly happy
Keep on rappin’
What me worry?
Glad handed
Stand tall
Stand funky
Don’t worry
Be happy
You could be a Christ creator
Answer those things you find in the paper
Don’t be afraid to call that number
Don’t hesitate to fulfill that hunger
You could be a Christ creator
Don’t hesitate to fulfill that hunger
You would make a lovely dictator
A wizened rising hip little scene maker
Don’t be ashamed we need a hen house lover
Don’t be afraid to be our real cool comer
You would make a lovely dictator
Don’t be afraid to be our real cool comer
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Speed and Weed (2017)
recorded by R.U. Sirius & Phriendz,
watch video of Speed and Weed
How I wish I could still do speed and weed
Paranoid listening to Let it Bleed
Long letters to J.G. Ballard and Chuck Manson
Kidnapped my shadow and held it for ransom
How I wish I could still do speed and weed
Wide awake watching the cops retreat
Twin Peaks repeats with a bunch of crazy chicks
Midnight the Castro for some real alt dot kicks
How I wish I could still do speed and weed
Be so sharp when I have to go on TV
Head back home kick it with some china white
Growing older man — it just ain’t right
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Surfin’ Weatherman (2017) (w. apologies to the Beach Boys, The Rivieras and Bob Dylan)
You don’t need a weatherman to know we’re toast
Shit’s getting Biblical from coast to coast
I’m moving’ to Ohio where the chicks are groovy
Surfin’ with Mike Love we’re gonna make it a movie
And they’ll be surfing in Boston
And in the ruins of Pompei
Deep in the deserts of Kashmir
L.A. has gone cra-cra
They’ll all be grabbing their children
And all their property too
Tell everybody they’re surfing
And everything is cool
You don’t need a weatherman to know we’re toast
Everybodys freakin’ from coast to coast
Going’ back to California where the chicks are pissed
They’ll kneel before my virtue when I raise my fist
And they’ll be shooting deniers
And oil CEOs
And all Republican Senators
And every Fox News host
They’ll all be grabbing their children
And all their property too
Tell everybody they’re surfing
And everything is cool
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Brag (2015)
unrecorded
I walk 47 miles of barbed wire
I drink ayahuasca just to watch the news
I drank Jagger & Richards under the table
And late at night I dress like Betty Grable
Who do you want me to be?
Who do you want me to be?
Who do you want me to be?
I’m not too blind to see
My voodoo remote gets all 12 channels
I stuck with leather when Seattle did flannel
My boy named Sue is scary to you
And if you cry I’ll be flingin’ poo
Who do you want me to be?
Who do you want me to be?
Who do you want me to be?
I’m not too blind to see
I eat the living dead just for fun
I fucked Ted Nugent with his own gun
I midnight rambled with Joseph Campbell
His hero trip was a croc of shit
Who do you want me to be?
Who do you want me to be?
Who do you want me to be?
I’m not too blind to see
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Ginsberg (2016)
(workshopped) Watch video of Ginsberg (in progress)
I went to see ginsberg cause i heard he was coming through town
a man on a high horse – i loved him – he didn’t let we down
he told us what he could and he told us about his mother who died
he told his mournful story – we cried
we went to see ginsberg
we laughed and we cried
we went to see allen ginsberg
and we had a good time
i asked mister ginsberg
to walk a mile in my shoes
i asked him to dinnner
and he did refuse
ginsberg o ginsberg
ginsberg o ginsberg
ginsberg o Ginsberg
the soft white underbelly – the hands that glide unexpectedly – your wife in
china of your knowing – your wife in the china of your knowing – your
essence wife in the china of your hair – the hunger of a ginsberg to radiate
li’l ginsberg in the semen heart of december cock cold in new york city and
i’m wishing you had been dali instead – wishing you had been dali instead –
wishing you had been dali instead – like everything profane grew strange in your head
I saw the best mimes of my generation
Before being mimes just wasn’t too cool
I saw the sad clowns in deep desperation
In debtors prisons just for going to school
Punching A Nazi (2016)
Creosote Cowboy Video by Daddy Friday
Watch Punching A Nazi
Killing an arab
Punching a nazi
Albert Camus won’t
Bring back the Stasi
Kissing a baby
Pinching a lady
Oh Mr. Mansplain
You so crazy
Banning an Arab
Punching a nazi
Even Ayn Rand was
Never this bossy
Dating a Barbie
Making a killing
Those were the days
Oh wasn’t it thrilling
Killing an arab
Punching a Nazi
Laughing Transhumanist Politician
unrecorded (2016)
I just wanted to write songs
Fight pigs
And right wrongs
But I wound up paying bills
Taking pills
And chasing girls
I got technotopia by the balls
I give the finger when nature calls
I turned to Santa said pass ‘em out
He said look son there’s been a drought
But if I tour and promise heaven
Here on earth next 9/11
They’ll form in lines hither and yon
And they’ll be dead before I’m gone
I just wanted to drop out
Stay cool
Fuck around
But now I work in a store
Getting bored
And mopping floors
I got technotopia by the balls
I give the finger when nature calls
I turned to Zoltan said you’ll have to do
He said I’ll play this song with you
But if I write memetic bombs
Just until the singularity comes
They’ll form in lines hither and yon
And they’ll be dead before I’m gone.
I Hope You Didn’t Dose The Pudding (2016)
by Phriendz
Watch the video for I Hope You Didn’t Dose The Pudding
I asked my baby for her tantric thing
she tossed away the side of her face
she’s an elevated totally evil wigged-out angel
she shaked clear and showed me her glass spine
i asked my baby for a 5 dollar bill
she says she’s very very smart
she’s a masculine italian gangster movie
she wears those black satin gloves so groovy
i asked my baby to look beneath the sheets
she feels the breath of god caress her
she loves old wiseman in Beatle boots
she likes the thrill of the overdosed jester
i asked my baby why we jumped outta the womb
she wants a lie that’s more fulfilling
I smile gee whiz we’re roller-coaster baby-friends
I hope you didn’t dose dose dose the pudding
I hope you didn’t dose dose dose the pudding
I hope you didn’t dose dose dose the pudding
I hope you didn’t dose dose dose the pudding
Be My Valerie Solanas
by Creosote Cowboy
Listen to Be My Valerie Solanas
Offer her a lollipop
Offer her some gum
Offer her most anything
Don’t offer her my gun
Offer her de Beauvoir
Or offer her de Sade
Keep your shit together man
Fall to your knees and pray
If you’ll be my Valerie Solanas
I will be your Robespierre
Nothing can come between us
‘cept that thing underneath your hair
We have so much in common
Let’s get off on a tear
Bring it down Kill the clowns
We’re such a lovely pair
Offer her a role in porn
Offer her revolt
Offer her most anything
Offer her your scorn
Offer her some Tribe 8
Or offer her Genet
Keep your shit together man
Fall to your knees and pray
If you’ll be my Valerie Solanas
I will be your Robespierre
Nothing can come between us
‘cept that thing underneath your hair
We have so much in common
Let’s get off on a tear
Bring it down Kill the clowns
We’re such a lovely pair
See Also
For a far darker turn, check out White White 2 (contains some repetition from this collection)