During the (on-going) run of EP-Series #6 releases, I have(HAD) been sneaking a single song with lyrics onto the mostly instrumental/experimental EPs: a single track existing concurrently as a part of another story, a "Continuing Story" if you will. But the story ran itz courz over 28 EPs (almost 2 months, real-time). So here are these tracks properly collected on an LP + one final 'BONUS' closing track. Here is the... Continuing Story. (umm, no longer continuing, itz over) ~ lyrics WAY below ;)
♫ TRACKLIST – 29 TRACKS (46:04)
1. Jetlagged Swine 03:39
2. The Geometry of Lisa 02:49
3. Is Israel Real? 01:24
4. Low-T Festivities 02:06
5.Gloryhole Gabagool 01:36
6. Zero is the Way Home 02:00
7. Intricate Stain Technology 01:15
8. Ambiance Banker (Birthright Song) 01:23
9. Ballbusting Mississippi 02:06
10. How They See Their Eyes 00:37
11. Amen Minnows (I Am Small) 00:43
12. The Classy Pervert 00:47
13. Mr. Golf 01:24
14. The Keto Diet Riots 00:50
15. Invalid Trinkets 01:02
16. River That Behaves Like an Ocean 01:05
17. Failure to Zigzag 02:44
18. I Am Music (Music is Me) 01:12
19. A Prism for the B-Team 02:23
20. My Pet Car 01:32
21. Slack-Jawed Factoid 00:38
22. Love Lobotomy 00:34
23. Speed Up Every Movie 01:57
24. The LinkedIn Kitten Killers 01:32
25. Weep Not, Esmeralda 00:40
26. All About That Blood 01:48
27. Mind Drift Movie Drip 01:18
28. Funny Honey 01:08
29. Song 29: The Death of Mesmer 03:16
Mesmer took the hand of his chipmunk son
Led him out of the darkness towards the brunch of fun
He was very scared as little c-munks tend to be
But Mesmer prophesied that he was He
The jetlagged swine with their bellies intact
Tried to separate myth from fact
But as usual they got the whole thing wrong
Pigs go home to sleep so deep inside the eternal song
/
C-munk ain’t no punk
He won’t take no for an answer
He’s sprained a million ankles
Playing b-ball on the mean streets of Denver
Is he a god or is he a demon
Wouldn’t you like to know?
The geometry of Lisa
Some have said it was his sister
What did it all add up to in the end
But a stack of crooked numbers?
/
Mesmer fathered Lisa on a stormy afternoon
She was born an idiot, she didn’t have a clue
C-munk barged in with a rocket launcher on her thirteen birthday sobbing like a fool
He was jealous or confused, jealous or confused
He said, “Is Israel real?”
/
I am scared of these low-T festivities
My father was born in Ireland
But you know I’m not an iron man
I am not a legless sheephound
I was dreaming of what Mesmer could be
Before Mesmer become me
For there’s no surge pricing in heaven
So don’t double down, Marie
/
Mesmer only eats champagne stew
Get that gloryhole gabagool straight outta his face
Lisa and Irish Mary and C-munk in baby carriage
Cry out that the whole earth wants a famine
Mesmer was fed pigs as a boy
Feral hog pork in the bacon dome
The other white meat, the other white meat
People chanted from just beyond the boundary
/
Zero is the way home
Mesmer infects the trajectory
/
I.T.S. is my new religion
C-Munk tells Martha in the rain
Don’t let your dad dictate your bag
She tells him as they board the plane
Who put all these pigs in cages?
Why for what for when?
Intricate Stain Technology be damned
Our fathers better go scram scram scram
/
Mesmer was born in the brain of a frog
He was a bacteria au gratin
Italian by namesake only
His birthright was forgotten
/
Xx
Lisa spent her time
On a cruiseliner that was sinking
She transferred her consciousness
To a house fly, but
You wouldn’t call it a house fly
Because they were on a gigantic ship
Ballbusting Mississippi
Like a drunk on a river boat
Eating salamander stew
And wearing stolen fur coats
Mesmer took you by the hand
So far away from here
You said you owed him everything
But no one was there to hear
/
Xx
When you looked into the mirror
Jim said don’t cry
You can never explain to a blind man
How they see their eyes
/
Xx
Jim might have been
But Mesmer’s left foot
If he hadn’t been got caught a’ dangling
From the bait on a hook
Amen, minnows, amen
This is what you say
I am small but I am brave
I’m gonna get my own way
/
Xx
C-Munk and Martha divulged
A dirty secret, oh so bold
They combined to be
The classy pervet that you see
/
All hail, Mr. Golf!
He will save us from our faults
We will ride the cart to heaven
Where every sand trap’s filled with candy
He was a good man
He was the best
He definitely wasn’t
Mesmer in disguise
I know that their voices
Sounded quite alike
But trust me, Mesmer
Wasn’t Mr. Golf
/
Even the instrumentals
Have something to say
I am honestly not tricking you
Into paying attention’
Mesmer taught me
This is true
He was thorough
I was blue
Mesmer bought me
Protein candy
At the keto diet riots
Life was dandy… then
/
Invalid trinkets
Sparkle and gleam
Touch them if you dare, monsieur (mis-yer)
It doesn’t matter to me (BUT)
If you find yourself
Soon without a hand
You can’t a wash a stub in Lisa’s river, man
And expand something grand (LIKE)
A new hand!
To sprout outta ya
Mesmer might, but he’s the light
His plate is really filled up
/
Come on and set sail
You’ve got to have patience
There’s no room for your pain here
No hands for ovation
You’re not out at sea
This isn’t a lake in motion
You’re on a river
That behaves like an ocean
/
In another life ole Mesmer
Captain of a ship boat right
In shark-infested waters
Twas the middle of the night
Charged with a very serious crime
Failure to zigzag they said
Fast-forward a hundred years later
And we’ve got sequel fatigue instead
/
I am music, music is me
The c-munk rallying cry you see
Is as totally dumb as it is
100 and ten percent faulty
/
A prism for the B-team
Oh what Lisa presented to me
It seemed like a mirage
But that’s just cuz it was free
In this day and age, old chap
There’s not much quite like that
You could live till age 120
And never see something so phat
A prism for the B-team
Got me using 90s slang
And so now I must apologize
To Lisa and the fam
/
My pet car at the laundry
Turning metal to fur
Mesmerizied by Mike and Jim
And the Matts of holy word
Spoken in and out of key
Like Fruity Pebbles cereal
Peck your eyes out, Mesmer orders
A simple soldier, a seagull
/
Tell me everything
No need to be scared
My child, my world
You are not the demon bear
I got it all wrong
Every slack-jawed factoid
Hanging by a thread
The dead are unemployed
/
Lisa gave c-munk a shot in the head
C-munk kissed Mesmer, now a Matt is dead
A love lobotomy for the unwashed masses
All heil Mr. Golf the dad of sassy bastards
/
C-munk just needed it to end
Cuz he could never remember the beginning
Where it goes, not where it came from
It can really feel a lot like reading
So speed up every movie
Just like Mesmer was a boy
He gave birth to Lisa
In a speed run of sex toys
He smelt the shit of Jean-Luc
And hastened his resolve
But he slept through all of chemistry
He couldn’t parse the last dissolve
/
Kissing Kevin Evans
In the mist or in the rain
While The LinkedIn Kitten Killers
Remain at large in the harangue
So you can filibuster
Or you can suck Dust-Off™ till you die
You can huff and puff and scream and shout
And you can call that getting by
But I steadfast and steady, Eddie
Like Kevin Evans in his prime
Mesmer said that a man like that
Is incredibly hard to find
/
Weep Not, Esmeralda
You wouldn’t want Mesmer to see
Like we needed another
Character to clutter all of these
Songs of something or other
I call it the continuing story
And I am me and you shall see
That my name has already been revealed
/
I am all about that blood
That blood, that blood
NO PLASMA
Met my anti-technology sisterwife
At the lab down on Sunset Street
She handed me a switchblade with an engraving
I read it and it said, YOU’RE A CREEP
Turns out the switchblade was really a bomb
And that was the end of me
I called out Mesmer’s name as my lifeforce drained
Like daddy copping down the family tree
/
You can go to the cinema
Buy your popcorn and a Coke
Munch on your snacks, I got your back
Get a grip, man, take a sip
C-munk’s dead, they exploded his head
But the mission we can’t quit
I’m all about the ousted louse
I’m talking mind drift movie drip
/
Funny honey, my third wife
Esmeralda Evans-Smythe
I WAS peeved, geez louise
That she kept the president’s name
/
