ZONE TRIPPER
SOMETIMES I FEEL DOOMLORD OR SPACE DESERT
EITHER WAY WE’RE ON MY SHIP
WE ROCK THE OCEAN PSYCHEDELIC ONE-WAY TRIP A MAGIK CARPET PILOT….
RIDE MY SONIC WAVEFORMS
DIGGIN’ SOME LOWDOWN FREQUENCIES SELF-AFFLICTED BASSLINE JUNKIE SILENCE OFFERS
INSULTS NOISE ATTACKS WITH NECCESITY LOUDNESS IS SO CALM TO MAXIMUM VOLUME
YIELDS MAXIMUM RESULTS….
THERE IS ALWAYS TIME N’ER TO
WORRY GOT TO KEEP IT FOOLISH IF YOU ARE CHASING THEN YOU CANNOT KEEP UP DON’T
JUST SAY IT DO IT
The Cutup
Heavy low-down bass line frequencies, Desert doom-lord ship,
cutting through psychedelic space ocean, silence always yields a one-way
fuckin’ pirate….
A junkie pilot digging the ride, noise attacks my zone,
chasing sonic waveforms offering loudness which yields maximum results….
It is never foolish to feel calm necessity,in order to keep
myself, I insult worry,either way, just keep on it….
The Original
Some hectic leisure
It’s electric treasure,
With narcotic pressure,
Nerves explode to erupt with pleasure
Rainbow space, LSD coloured nebula,
Always partake,
Never say never,
You cannot predict,
Heavy cosmic weather.
Version1:
And cut:Heavily-spaced explosion.
All with-in, hectic cosmic weather.
Some leisurely prediction and always rainbow-coloured LSD25,
Eclectic pleasure in other peoples leisure.
Some say-thee electric eclectic nebula.
Never, never cannot measure-erupt!
Nervous breakdown treasure….
Version 2:
I-always take a heavy measure of narcotics.
LSD pressure, it erupt in electric cosmic rainbow coloured
azure.
Nerves explode, nebulizing predictions…
Ion’s, the weather you partake.
T’is omega pleasure with narcotic pressure,
Never cannot say with never.
I-infinite space….
My friend Tom Walsh sent me some short poems so I created some cutups from them in the manner of Bowie,Burroughs and Gysin-Enjoy!x
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