"MULTI-MOUTH RUNNER" LYRICS

Boom-Ticka-Tocka

Boom Ticka-Ticka-Tocka Ticka-Tocka
Boom Ticka-Ticka-Tocka

She's like a child out of time
I deal red cards without a rhyme
Her tongue hears and my ears sink
My mouth walks and her feet drink

He was raised by a pack of spiders
Learned to bite from an alig(ih)ter
Tombstone-talker like a Skiddleedee
Holy Roller-skater rollin on the holy 3

She was feelin all shook up
Deconstructively productive with a cut-up cup
6 arms swingin at the sound of a bell
A 6-shooter slingin at show and tell

I said "Huh."
You say "Huh?"
I said "Huh."

She stole blood from a digital flea
I feel like an obsolete robotic key
Her shoulders bend and my knees shrug
My arms see and her eyes hug

He’s an acrobat of space and time
Made of rats and sugar with a drop of line
Sowing blankets of words from birds
And cutting peoples bines into thirsty-thirds

I remember the minute they met
Symmetrically similar without a dept
Oddly enough there future’s great
Predetermined touchers of the hand of fate

I said “Oh.”
You say “Oh?”
I said “Oh.”
I said “Oh!”
You say “Oh.”
I said “Oh.”

Words & Aliens On The Deck

It’s about time that I called myself out and kicked my sister in the mouth
I broke your tooth but I was late to school I thought that I was strong
Dad lifted me off the ground with his words!

Well it’s getting late and the streetlights are on
Now you’re in the window and dad is gone
I make you a bowl of lucky charms and I hug your neck
I slept in your bed when there were aliens on the deck!

Mr. Skir

Late at night
Lie in my bed
Close my eyes
Footsteps to me
A ghost chokes me
“Owe.”

Four Piece Suit

Uncle Jonny’s the best person in the world

Mind Games

Why did I fail last night?
Cut my brain on some broken glass
Sorry I’ve been gone here
Tryin my best to be right
(Sigh)

Mind games

The Saga of The Abandoned Hair

“Clip!”
“Rip!”
“Buzz!”
Where does that hair go?

College beards cut for careers and old man’s ear hair taken arms “Watch out!”
Baby ladies leg hair, bikini lines, armpits, “Revenge!”
Joke malestache for a weekend, little nose hairs all join forces
Hippie hair, Indie bangs, all abandoned for a new ideology “GO!”

And there they stood
Weapon in hand, tears in their eye
Their little hair-hearts hurt by rejection
Eternal rage, revolution, super bravery, super hair, lots of metals
Fire from the sky!

And in the end a little wind came and blew them into the see
And after all they’re just little hairs, tiny ones, smally small

The Hot Winkler Pt. 1

Narrator: Off upon the distance, he stood with an ill-favored look.
Todd: “Quick Biscuit-Wrist! Retrieve the Gurgle-Bean before it’s too late!!”
Biscuit-Wrist: “Now now Chizzle Nipple, we must wait for the signal from Old Man Crumple-Hump.”
Todd: “No! There’s no time! Scamseed is here!”

(Footsteps)
Todd: “Well, well, well – If it isn’t Scamseed! The Gurgle-Bean is ours!!”
Scamseed: “Our world is growing in deed, in much deed. I come with a message from Chimpan B and care not of beanish matters. We must combine forces to defeat…THE HOT WINKLER! His Winklerness grows hotter and hotter as the bugles paw.”
Todd: “Right! Ha ha ha! The raddish-satchle cannot be pulled. Tell 1 - A Chimpan B to C me 3D!
Scamseed: “As you wish Todd, but your powerplay will not work here! Shark-Socks!! To Grim Grove!!”

(In Grim Gove after Scamseed informs Chimpan B of Todd’s response)
“You’ve done well Scamseed. Let him go. For The Glass Cat knows our thoughts and even those of Murry Shrivlestien – The Great Creator.
Watch Jannlee and Citrus Smith…Flop Chocolate! The words are cluster-snuggled?! Good nor bad shall fail. Purpose will avail.

Oh Ordained Epistemology

Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-money

I stole $40 from my dad and played Street Fighter at Pizza Hut all day

Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-funny

I laugh about it now but I could have turned into a cereal killer if I didn’t get caught the next day

Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bunny

My friend had one. It was soft but I thought it was a pretty lame pet

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-honey

I never liked tea. Thought it tasted like dirty water until I discovered sweet this.

1 do
“6”
What 1 don’t 1nt 2
“7”
3,4,5 Stix
“Heaven”
In my mind 7
“School”
All God’s children go to 11
“3”
And steal candy after school
“Fool!”
Forgetting about the 3
“Free?”
2, running fool
“Huh?”
Times up still free.

(Audience)
“I don’t get it.”

Tonya Baker

Tonya Baker, don’t you know that I love you?
Tonya Baker, wont’ you marry me?
Oh I don’t really know what else to say
Except I can’t going on loving you this way

Tommy Baker, won’t you tell your sister I love her!?
Tommy Baker, Oh please don’t act like that!
Oh please don’t hold me back
I feel like my heart will jump out and attack you

OOOOOH Tonya Baker!!
Oh pretty pretty pretty-please! I’m on my knees!
Tonya Baker! Oh you know I cant live without you!
Oh I don’t really know what else to say
Except I can’t going on loving you this way

Puppy B

Oh purple bee sleeping in a tree, Puppy B teach me history
Drunken hide-a-key please die outside
Polka dotted flea, Cool-Aid, Neesha 3, Hardly knuckle free
Captain Barnabee-joneserson-1

Fast Hearing

Narrator: “High Vehicles for thought and food for the soul
Connection in sound please assume your role
Melting mediums of life, beloved art, beloved wife
Tell us another way”

I started drawing circles by each other
1 circle started and ended with another
Oh eye-pulling parts, take us along
From 1 story to the next

A dangerous shape cuts a manger
A wordless 1 dies for a stranger
Animals and sleep, shifting patterns beneath
Where does the story go?

A tone of a voice, a character sings
Instruments hug and instruments fling
A quilt of sound dances or tears through our hearts
While back-of-brain thoughts wait for a return to the start

A hobby-horse trots sometimes and flies the rest
Bending rhymes make due with their new guests
Meanings betrayed when copied copies decayed
And branch dancing seemed so fun

I am a monster. I am a saint
Peal off my body and see my faint colors of paint
A yellow neck, 1 green hand, grey tongues
Light blue torso stand and 2 pink lungs

Salvation through flesh obsolete wisdom whines
Or run from what’s human and lose your mind
Believing ears can hear God talking at night
Mud made from spit into eyes for sight

Hot hands hold onto things they loves
Hot hands fumble, set flame to doves
Dialog to book then murderous pictures with looks
How does the story go?

Wait, where’s the start? Gentile to Jew
Climb down from the branches where the mustard seeds grew
Children of the promise live in love
With circumcised hearts cut from above

My Dad drew it together with unseen strings
A mother kills a child where darker shades sing
Melodies repeat where broken lines meet
And so the story goes

My name is Beast Bait Boy. Hear me get eaten!

One night I was walking through the forest without a light and a plate full of delicious food
I was on my way to my studio Spiderville when I heard a growling beast sound 6ft. to my right

“Growl”
“Oh crap, that wasn’t a deer! Oh no…”
(crickets crick in the background)

I made it back inside
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
I didn’t even look back, it was too dark anyway
Now I record this songs and it’s dark out and it’s late and...wait a second.
What was that sound?!

(Beast snarls, breaks door down, runs into studio and attacks me)
(Attack Scene)
(Inside my head sound)
(Attack scene from my point of view)
(Slow motion scene)
(Adventure Battle Scene)

Narrator:
“Convenient trip”
“Leg grab”
“Crushed on all sides”
“Hard pressed”
(Me thinking too much)
(Eaten by Jaws…and the ghost from Pac-Man)
(My death sound)

Day of Jubalee

Remind me of Jesus today
Before my mind slips and stays
Into places that fill me with broken-glass-blood
Killin me nicely with a smile on my face
Losin my center with chocolate on my teeth
Dirty bellies make me sick

What was that love that I knew?
From my me it almost flew
My dear friends if you know help me out
Because it gets grey in my eyes and my hands

I believe in God today
Creative things are here to stay
Funny thoughts and healthy food and exorcize feel better
Evil things, forgiveness, like a day of jubalee

There’s nothing like hope so I hope it stays close cause I’m feelin like trying something new

Coffee & Wine

Oh we put on punchin gloves – the devil pulled a gun
Marry had a little lamb and “I AM” said, “It’s done.”
Oh Galileo-me Fah-soh-lah-tee and measure my soul
Bleeding books on human hooks and snakes with poles

(Circus announcer)
“Step right up everybody and watch the walking snake!”
(Audience oooohs, aaaaahs, and laughs)
“There we go everybody! Walk it down to the talking lamb!!”
(Audience boooos and bickers)

Narrator:
“OooooOH! Rotting flesh of his! He doesn’t’ feel quite right. Coffee and wine inside his heart. So put out your cup. And fill it right up!”

Oh Pop-Rocks the radio rock-a-bye your bubble-gum-baby-zoo
Apostolically Warholic and Billy Gramcracker too
Building poetries like bumblebees and parabowling showing holes
Captain Hook burnt The Book but sailed the 7 Dead Sea Scrolls.

Oh shattered mind of mine
Like a giant Sour Patch Kid
Unnutritiously good and off to the highest bid

Narrator:
Oh blessed child of God
Full of sweet paraclete
Hold your holes high
Surely we shouldn’t lie!

Oh broken hearted hands
There’s no reason to be scared
With angels in my bones and demons in my hair

Narrator:
Oh blessed child of God
Full of sweet paraclete
Fold your inside out if loves what we’re about