kent paulette derfla art@derfla.tv
ben myers is a dork
because he doesn’t like the polyphonic spree
and he thinks it’s funny to touch my paintings!
1/17/05 3:08pm
if i sing song
then you sing song
transcontinental railway
horse manure only
crack baby for breakfast
noon, and there’s no one tossing filthy beanbags
(censored)
this ain’t my personality you see
it’s time to darken my eyes
and dissect respect in my song
Kabam!
Carnivàle gave me dreams of grandeur
is he there dieing because of me
murder’s in my hands
i am capable of animal
i am animal
escape or hunt
a drive I buried with my dreams
the passageway is locked from the inside
a scandal of new hopes
fresh off the rack; rotten
Count Custard of Kilimanjaro
grip superior
faint aware
inscription
description
dissection
foreplay, afterwards, gullible
rat seeking former
france of applegate (apollonia)
on the floor
show no mercy
crawling is for sissies
log cabin ride shoe
(jews dance)
a jew’s discretion
perpendicular to a car wreck
so goes the story of fangle maid
asking price anal
(revolving whore)
sacrifice your metal chocolate (you)
Siegfried and Roy
gangrene cancer lust
respect and expect light
practice on a napkin
so far there’s no revolution
transcribing this moment
time dictates
tandy, doesn’t anybody move
low-fi, high excel
dandruff spank
car bomb touch me silly
the execution’s lost bible
serenade the rockaplasty
a kill for a behind the scenes
be quiet,
there is an escape pad (patch, path)
you can’t live in this reality like a fool (tool)
fun is totally made up
happy is when you can’t see your blood
the olympics are held
no one holds me
a holy Christ
and a curse for pepper
these aren’t my words
there’s nothing I can steal
the patter of amon
is a sky for sure
gently swept
I sweep for you
lacking a fine line
truth resistance
busy bee cut the flag
pride, nation, screw job
scenario, chop the rice in half
Zaire
counting on a melon of fresh bread
sickly, give it a sponge bath
kiteways, shallow maze
prefix enunciation
a squabble, redefine
one day there will be a great bridge
to separate
all that knows no bounds
splice, take my clothes off
why do you look at me golden eyed
funny how love can be
give it to me straight
is their length in numbers
splash, i just had a vision
the likely purpose of this meeting
is to break bread
can you pretend glorious
the ball hovers
recalculate that total misunderstanding
over there by the weasel in red
how do you figure nothing comes from that!
little poppins hay
divided into three capitularies (capillaries)
kind sir, leave the beans
mutineer – damn strange
nobody believes me
I am essentially the new death nazi
how can words do anything
unless you’re prepared to cry wolf
fanfare, hard worker, low pay
more of the same
in the likely event of catastrophe
no one pull out their guns
part of me wants to denounce you, oh foolish one
usually we take no prisoners
jealous fish,
jealous jam
Nein!
how many eggs are in a dozen?
velcro what f**k
a simile
a travesty
go f**k yourself
wow!
you look good in those clothes
but Santa Maria
(voice recoding of fantasy)
nasty man
tell the soup how to spill
land mow your yard (yarn)
feel the presence that doesn’t exist
and you’ll go far
candle, light my candle
a priest never lied
judge of a napkin
soil the earth
arachnophobia grows on trees
sidestep bitch suicide
a whole camel’s full
scientology, what a nightmare
roaming on an oceanless ocean
I forgot a camera
the looming doom
on no
say it ain’t so
darling there ain’t no hope for us
we ship wrecked and I cant’ see
a star bit me and no one knows where to go
filter nonsense
strange relation
upside down I’ll never go back again
halos never did anyone any good
label for the fire
hasn’t everyone crossed the bridge
I reflect
there is no bridge
I suggest
I have no wings
I succumb
where are we (and sit beneath this tree)
oligarchy
sand tastes of whiskey
missing parts A and B
last place for finishers
dare is a four letter word
but a mouse can trick anyone
ostracized by your peers
Q-bert crackdown
lighting bolt made of squirrel
back pay for the masses
forgive me if I don’t shoot you in the foot
but I think there is no spiderman
is there?
after this we’ll take you in for trespassing
blindly foreseeing the future
a snack crispier than the sun
loads of kissing
by noon there will be no lingering squares
(that was) a strange couple of minutes there
before we talked about
snake infested zoos
likely candidate for termination
suspecting gets (you) a rabies shot
no denial allowed
how strong in the first hand on your clock
a list filmmaker
border line f**ked
don’t give me that jingle about hell’s gate
(some people are f**king idiots)
creek bed
don’t blow your cover
extraordinaire
race the goat
I quite frankly can’t believe my eyes
go to his right flank (and f**k him)
and see to it that there’s nothing left alive
a bunch of us think that you should turn yourself in
how many people spin their own way
“do you?”
look me in the eyes
falsely accused
came, saw, conquered
belly up in boredom
ski coup sedan
a faint remembrance
scarlet letter?
jazz is for the paced (paste)
license to travel
high classed gullible
there is only one story i can tell
blind man two toss
aiming for lipo (lizard)
I imprint it on this world
no sense in revealing the truth
truckers can’t sing like winnie the pooh
vapor karaoke
simmer, listing, game face
almost there
scribble like a clown
hide your face from the goblin
behind every triangle is a circle
frozen cottage
a moss grown famous
lost perishable goods section (good)
a point to be made in chalk
I intercamed this paper
the cyclopes has two eyes
agree with me
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Amon Tobin
out, from out where
permutation (track 9)
4:55(6)pm