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Continuing Story

THE 129th LP: 29 TRACKS BY THE PIZZA PUPPIES


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


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