An uneven batch — I feel caught between modes at this juncture in time, spinning my wheels before big LP100 and what I see as pre- and post- life (at least in terms of the DISCOG)...butt I'm getting a-head of myself: enter the WORMHOLE, friends. Some bangers, though, I suppose.
♫ TRACKLIST – 10 TRACKS (29:43)
1. Eat a Beagle 03:50
2. Spiders on the Loose 02:34
3. The Pinworm Trust 02:55
4. Music is My Weapon 02:57
5. Violence Island 02:25
6. Vaguely Pagan Horse Heads 03:04
7. The Turquoise Lemur 02:16
8. Where Do Lost Dogs Go? 02:03
9. Demon Ego Sanctity 04:17
10. Tort of the Effete 03:22
Music & Words by Vernon Howl ©
01 Eat a Beagle
I'm creating the sand
I'm breaking new waves
I can't help but be in awe
Of everything I've made
From the Wormhole of the Watusi
To the ill-informed of Illinois
Everybody eat a beagle!
Everybody get on board!
I wrote the book on me
And as you can plainly see
It’s a huge success
New York Times #1 bestseller
02 Spiders on the Loose
New money bleeds, old money hollers
I have no use for a dog on a collar
Spiders on the loose are infecting the trees
It's the only way they know how to be
I'm the one who decided
Eskimo should be a slur
But in you, it's predetermined
The order stuff occurs
It's not about being an asshole
It's not about being right or wrong
Begin at the beginning, bro
You don’t have to rewind
03 The Pinworm Trust
Y’all nixed my good idea about the jubilee
Instead cited the scripture said to rip my dick in half
You distracted me with simple magic things and spinning hypno-wheels
And these are but a few things that you can't take back
So in a world gone bust
We look to the pinworm trust
To guide us home and lead us on our way
He wouldn't offer an apology, for less I couldn't stand
Y’all got squids instead of guts stuck in your brains
And the possum that you played was an orchestra of the finest gray
Now watch me as I conquer all your land
04 Music is My Weapon
The first 90 minutes
Give or take a few
The film took a turn
Then took its toll on you
Bug on the lens
There's a bug on the lens
Glass on the floor
Cut up all my piggy friends
Music is my weapon
But cinema’s the end
Vision crushes sound
As we try to make amends
Step one, step two
Stepping all over you
And dude it's not cool
You know the rent is due
05 Violence Island
You root for colonizers
Who, in and of themselves
Can't be held responsible, for
The lot of an expired shelf
You jeer at movies designed
For, uninspired kids
You'd rather kiss a maggot than
Drink the blood the beast gives
On violence island I found
You, in spiritual anarchy
A native blinded your eyes with acid
Yet you claimed you could still see
06 Vaguely Pagan Horse Heads
All these vaguely Pagan horse Heads
Adjacent and on the take
We can see their little beady eyes
In the woods across the lake
My saving grace
Is a Japanese ape
But I do not know if monkey
I’m out of gas
And fading fast
The nozzle don’t seem to speak “pump me”
And such are the steaks
Meat carved from snakes
Different animals we haven’t killed yet
For meat or for death
For all these regrets
Fuel forever is the ultimate debt
07 The Turquoise Lemur
In the grove of God
Where the meat ain't weird
The Turquoise Lemur
Is the one you should fear
They coming for his flesh
They coming for your future regrets
They feed you what you need
The meat is fresh, boy, The meat is fresh
08 Where Do Lost Dogs Go?
Where do lost dogs go
You know I do not know
Maybe they all just die
The good lord eats their eyes
Unwilling sacrifice
So that our lives are nice
Where do lost dogs go
Don't ask me, I don't know
09 Demon Ego Sanctity
Demon ego sanctity
After you've taken all you can from thee?
How dare you ask “how are you”
Heaven is insanity - it’s true
You put the hurt on me I'll put a curse on you
I got a 22,000-liter bottle of the ripest hater juice
Fifteen dollars for an egg sauce mind
But I’m just not the criminal kind
It seems that I am so out of practice
Can’t handle these new casserole tactics
Got knocked down by an insignificant wave
Thought it'd be easy to get out of the way
10 Tort of the Effete
Bombs are going off
In blazing streaks of wonder
Til the only thing that's left
Is our sanity to ponder
We might look to one another to keep our thoughts to ourselves
But the tort of the effete is something bigger than regret
So you turn to a friend
and say bombs are going off
He'll think you're metaphoric
As his brain begins to rot
I do know something like that
Though it's never been more clear
The reactionary plan and plot
Crimes out of pure fear
They have no sense of magic
Has it ever been inside?
They only build glass houses
Then complain when they can't hide
So we say we're nothing like that
We’re inscrutable, correct
It's not a burden, just a lie
The tort of the effete
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