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Monday, December 12, 2005

Ecstacy Song

I've seen you swimming
and I want to fake it

but it was a reflection
and I know I can make it

we are all just visitors
nice to be here twice

I'm teasin'
the kick is pleasin'
but administer to the lack lustre
coz my brain buster

is shining from beyond
a dazzling moonlit pond

its the answer to a question
"how can I dance forever?"

written 1997

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Intro/For me/For you

INTRO

Conduct the dropout phase print
A style of two princes natch
Phone off the hook
A comedown precursor
This is about reality buddy
My cascade okay
Then slope the pimp roll
Stroll control be bold

FOR ME

When your finger is on hold
There are forces at work
And you'll never grow old
Fine child in a prism you'll glance
Crumble torture house blues
Emotions are strong before the bomb
Cheesy grins after a hugged embrace

FOR YOU

Magnetic ecstacy at the headstrong portal
Crisp lager and shouts
A resounding denial of worth
Bass clatter drum melody 3D fade out
A drizzle sun rainbow wind calm
Is of the factor
The warmth between olders and youngers

written 1997

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In the sequence of time and motion

In the sequence of time and motion
a stone is cast
And crevasse cracks a benign field form rips
Rent across and an eyelash back
Elephantine memory of the protein valve
The thorax squeaks cheery waves to a man
And moon dust thrives when the door knocks come
Grinning faces and a wide spectacle slips the tag
Collapse ashes Oh to stack more on
A nerve quake and quivering bleached bones
Remembering reveries Tree stump forever
Do or die the cry of my psychic whiplash
Enigma speech and I'm thrilled to wake weary

Voodoo trench coat cats tail wander
Tree branch owl on a back flight prey hunt megamission
The bones of mice in its shit
Television mist breakdown
Tulips from...
A spoon full of.....
Brown girl in the.

Tra la la la la

written 1997

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hello dere

Hallo Joseph Tonmore,
I trust ye are keepin' well,
with yr goode womane beside ye at all thymes.
I frankenly be incensed by the mardy myrhhh.
And be driven almost to blindnesse in whipping the
stonybridge milestone.
Thanking numerous incandescent heavenly bodies
that predicaments are not further seriousnessed for all
of usses and our otherses.
May paths ways crossed by sunshine ingottes be.
Adieu dear frende and tille we have sightinges bold and berry.
Quickening thyme does not allowe the pleasures of ages,
thoughe crackes of light and the glow of splendour can
be sighted and pursued wherever they are ablest.
Beste be to yrs and yr neighbours.
James Kinge.

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Sunday, December 11, 2005

give me back my money

So you work silly hours for silly money do you?

Something in digital arts tech print management marketing
fashion finance

Well, I don't believe in superfluous unneccessary jobs like that.

I think it is obscene that this city gives money to these purposeless timewasting nothing jobs.

And a lot of you bastards drink to excess.
I know, I've met you.
You are uncomfortable deep inside,
why are you being paid so well and working so hard for something
completely ephemeral and pointless.
You will pass the south american cleaners in the office corridor.
You will take the cappuccino from the guy who smiles and is
always friendly in that cool little coffee bar. He's been there since 4 in the morning and he hates you, but you wouldn't know it.
This city is a joke, its a tower of champagne glasses,
all the booze is drunk and only the piss trickles down to be cleaned up by those below.
But hey, you're doing a trendy job in a fucking hard working
hard playing environ, its such a BUZZ.

Keep rambling on, keep the tone of your voice high energy
positive and deeply insensitive.
Cut off from accepting the disordered world your choice of career is engendering and the society your actions help to justify, you
waddle around, with your bunch of pissed up cunt mates.
You don't even read anything intelligent anymore, no time.
Don't think about things that might get you down.
Keep it happy, keep saying your happy, this is like when I was
younger, this is how it was always gonna be, yeah it's all good
It's all good.

Fallen , you've fallen, everyones fallen.
For the stanaic trickster , the merry prankster,
the laughing dancing skeleton,
the hip bones connected to the thigh bone.

Eat up, it's another lunchtime,

yummy yummy yummy I got love in my tummy

But your shoulders are hunched,
the diving trip, aren't those colourful fish wonderful.
Diving and skiing, little worlds away from
facing it, facing it all the uncomfortable truth.
You are a slave and a master.
You help to complete and perpetuate the chain.
MASTER AND SERVANT
It is all around us.
NOT LOVE, ACTUALLY

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Sunday, December 04, 2005

Snowy Farr

Happy Brithday Mum

If there was one number for each of your years,
there'd be fifty.
Stay away from the rocking chair and you'll be fine.
Love Matt.

(mum died aged 57)

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Saturday, December 03, 2005

Gener's Lament

Gene’s Lament

Transcript of the end of a Ween gig
Ft. Lauderdale
7/17/00

……..after Poopship…..

Gener:
I’m gonna lick your pussy tonight, ohh-aaaahhhhaa
Oooooooo – Oooooooo – Oooooooo – yeaaaah
Dean: “Got something to say Gener?”
Oooooo – OOOooooo…….
Claude: “Talking ‘bout the Poopship, talking ‘bout the Poopship”
Gene: Destroyer
Poopy poopy dooo
Poopship
Ooooooo – Ooooooo – Ooooooo – yeah yeah yeaaaaah
Claude: Riiiiiiiide on the Poopship
Gener: Smoke some crack, and lick a some pussy tonight
Tonight I’m gonna smoke a little crack, and I’m gonna eat a little
pussy tonight
Give it to me
I want to eat some pussyyyyyyy
Ooooo – ooooo – oooooo
Girl, you know, I appreciate you commin out to the Ween show. And I
like the fact that you’re into Ween.
Yeah, maybe I wrote that song, Baby Bitch. But you know, I wrote it
for you.

Listen, I’ve been on tour for a long time. I’ve been on tour for a
long, long, long, long time. And tonight, I think I’d like to take
your panties down, go home for a little while, you know what I’m
saying? After I smoke a little crack…..

Can you guys give it to me?

Oooooo- oooooo – yeah

You know, ‘cause for Gener, it’s very tough being on the road
sometimes. I’m a very complicated man

Claude: Complicated baby (sung in falsetto)

Sometimes I get so strung up in my own thing, I don’t know where I am
any more. And it sucks.

You know I’m a Pisces. I was born on St. Patrick’s Day. And you know,
sometimes that’s hard, being a Jew, ‘cause that’s what I am. I go to
the Irish bar and I don’t got nothin’. They fuckin’ kick me out.

Claude: You can’t get no loooove

You can’t get no lovin. But sometimes, somehow, I get some love. I
get some love somehow. I don’t know where it comes from. Maybe from
God above. Thank God for the woman who loves me…….I love you to. You
see ‘cause the woman is a very special thing. She feels beyond the
realm of dreams. She feels, she feels things than no man can
understand.

Don’t you be booing my ass, you bitch!

I know, I know it’s a pain in the ass. Believe me, nobody knows better
than I.

Give me some!

Ooooooo – ooooo – yeaaaaaah

Fuck that.

But when I’m in Ft. Lauderdale, I see all these fine people, all these
beautiful people, and I love each and every one of you. You know
‘cause sometimes it’s hard being Gene Ween. It is. It’s tough.
‘Cause, I just wanted, I just wanted to go back home, you know?

But I realized that I’ve got a job to do.

Claude: Man’s got work to do, man’s got work to do

Hey Mick, give me that fuckin’ Jack Daniels. Yeah. And I want to play
for you. And you know, I’s a professional.

Give me one more, give me one more

Claude: Brother wants to testify, brother wants to testify to the
people

Oooooo – ooooo

And you know when I see you fuckin’ people, it makes it all worth
while, ‘cause I’m just a man, I’m just a man, and I love you so much.
Thank you. I love you so much.

When I go back to the tour bus tonight and smoke a little more crack,
I’m gonna think about you people. And I’m gonna think about how good
you were to me tonight. Hanging out with me.

Give me a little somethin’

Oooooo-oooooo-yeaaaaahaaaa

It’s not easy, it’s not easy being green. And I am green. And I love
you for that, I love you for that. Because I think you’re green too.
My brothers and my sisters, thank you.
Claude: I want to tell you ahhh yeah

I’m gonna let my friend Glen, Glen MeCeland, speak for me for a little
while. He smoked a lot of crack, but I think he’s coming down, I think
he’s alright.

Basically, what I’m tryin to say is that I just love you people so
much. Hey Glenn, give me a little somethin’. It’s a brand new day. A
brand new day.

Glenn: I feel the full moon

The sun is risin’. The sun is risin’ up. The sun is RISIN’ UP!

Give it to me! Give something to the people.

Ooooooo – Ooooooo – oooooooo

This man’s got the love. If one man’s got the love, it’s Glenn.

Now Glenn just smoked a lot of crack.

Claude: I want to give it to my brother Geneeeer, yeaaaaaaaahhhhhhaaa

Glenn: He’s got the feelin’ Papa Gene, that was beautiful. I know
you were tryin. I know you feeling it. You’re wonderful

Claude: Brother Gene was testifying.

Glenn: Everybody Gene Ween tonight , Gene Ween. Gene Ween on lead
vocals. Gene Ween. Testifying for you all night long tonight. Pouring
his heart and soul into the show just Ft. Lauderdale. Dean Ween, after
seeing the Perfect Storm with me, we had a tear in our eye after the
move, and we managed to pull the show off. And it’s a beautiful thing
everybody. We love you.

Gene: Thank you guys tonight. We’re out of here. We’re gonna go
party back stage. Thank you.

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