PICNIC TIME
Come on come on, we're havin a picnic
Come on, come on, you don't need no ticket
Come on, come on, it's marshy's picnic
Come on, come on, no time to nit pick.
Picnic, Picnic, just you and I and the purple sky,
Picnic, Picnic, eat with me baby, forget our trials
Picnic, Picnic, must we ever leave this hillside
Picnic, Picnic, spreading ten thousand smiles
Marshy, masrhy, get the fuck out of bed
Marshy, marshy, its not a drill, use your head
Marshy, masrshy, put a Mallow in your sack
Marshy, masrcy, don't swallow, mind the crap
Dr, Dr, look, Police in Helicopter
Dr, Dr, look, the Web's off the hook
Dr, Dr, I think the Governments Crazy
Dr, Dr, I think I'll fly through the book
Dr, Dr, please prescribe me, don't bribe me
Marshy marshy, I think an alien's inside me.
GLOCAL YOKEL LOCAL
Listen fuckers, this is word to your mum,
Banging the drum, sucking my thumb, breathing hard
Breathing, hard, thinking of a fascist state, in every back yard,
Nightmare history, death and dying,
Banker fraud abroad, always abroad, never at home
Not yet, don't fret the board room meetings are in progress.
Local yokel glocal
Yokel Glocal Local
Glocal Local Glocal
We're all gone Lobal
Coalition fascists shd/ be under lock and key
Art, crafts, poetry and design are the tools to anarchy
Liberty and freedom of expression and 'freedom' from their
'Freedom'
That has no freedom at all, at all.
Controlled freedom, like a dog on a lead, or a cat in a box
With a poison gas pellet.
Local yokel glocal
Yokel Glocal Local
Glocal Local Glocal
We're all gone Lobal
The resistance of the people defines the Government
Will it. Will it. will it.
Define the ideology
Dwell, sit, dwell sit
Globalism can be a good thing
on a good thing, a good mighty good thing
Corporate Globalism can be a bad thing
A super mighty bad thing, a bad bad thing.
Local yokel glocal
Yokel Glocal Local
Glocal Local Glocal
We're all gone Lobal
Local yokel glocal baby
Local yokel Glocal honey
Local yokel Glocal romance,
Local yokel Glocal people
Local yokel Glocal dance
Local yokel glocal
Yokel Glocal Local
Glocal Local Glocal
We're all gone Lobal
Think Global act local
Think Glocal
Act local think Global
Think Lobel
Shrink Glue Ball,
Thank Low cow.
MARSHMELLOW DOWN
Marshmallow, marshmallow
Marshmallow, mashmallow
From a Martian base in your Kitchen
We travel to mallow thy name
We sit like a Cubicle sybling monk
And melt minds when we spit out the flame
We ride in a candyman caravan
Floating along a toffee terrain
With a truffle liquoire and a bag of manure
The journey leads far down to Spain.
WHERE DO THEY GO?
Where do they go?
When you,
Where do they show?
when you
Where do they flow
When you THINK OF THEM.
Thoughts, oh, thoughts,
Where do they go when
We think of them,
I think that you stink of them
Where do they go?
When I
Where do they Show
When I
Where do they flow
When I
THINK OF THEM.
Thoughts, oh, thoughts,
Where do they go when
We think of them,
I think that you stink of them
Thoughts, oh thoughts,
Spilling out from my shorts
Thoughts of sports
Spilling out from the courts
Thoughts of naughts
Rolling out of the Forts.
Where do they go?
When you,
Where do they show?
when you
Where do they flow
When you THINK OF THEM.
HATCH A THOUGHT.
Hatch a spore, match a draw scratch and gnaw at the floor,
stand up and spit wood, spit leaf and spit keef.
Turn over a new cliche',
touche' tooth ache can make the stake turn hard in the mouth,
Don't fake
a month of bad breath catches the weekly take.,
the daily squeeze and quest for cheese and dairy lights,
Catch a thought, hatch a sport
Its Zero history, back to naught.
all and nothing for something, anything and everything gone 'monk'.
Things in motion, potion in things, fresh bee-stings, songs a lonely child sings,
weekend flings and tings, swimming holes and freshwater springs,
upward fountain and spilt rainbow arches,
gift to the eye with peaches from Iris, and a 'H' to make Irish,
Osiris Oh Char us.
Catch a thought, hatch a sport
Its Zero history, back to naught.
O'Irish blue spill over the algae, white algebra of men,
burnt bras and burnt toast, butter and breasts,
Butter the breasts
Biggles' and Snoopy, shopping for death culture coupons,
palms dry without coconut oil, picnic all over town, get down
on, and on and over the hill with the yellow rays and orange glow
'Terry's' choco-wrapping invades the beach head, oil barrels roll,
oil barons running on ice to Antarctica, penguins in bondage,
Catch a thought, hatch a sport
Its Zero history, back to naught.
Seals sleek heads in cages, while writing these pages,
cities swing in plant pots, chocolates, carrots
soil dries hard around the edges, knife voice cuts the cake,
Wake and bake, its marshy's picnic
cherry and fruit salad makes new headway to the breach,
first shots are fired and its fritters, scallops and blue cheese away.
Catch a thought, hatch a sport
Its Zero history, back to naught.
HAMSTER JAM
Hamsterjam, Hamster Man, Hamster Stan, gangster man
Ham Steak Jam, for Prankster Flann, and Damsta Jam
and Hamster-Jam make Ganja Ham
Jam, hamsters, Ham, and Ganja
Slam, gangsters, spam and Ginger
Welcome to the Dam-age
Holding back a torrent of Ham,
Greetings Dr. Flann, is that fresh Ham in your Jam?
"Ham! Ham!... I'll have you know its prime Hamster, man!"
Hamster, Hamster, are you out of your wig?
"Ham's not from hamster's dude, Ham comes from Pig'
Jam, hamsters, Ham, and Ganja
Slam, gangsters, spam and Ginger
If Pig Jam makes you squeal
Hamster Jam on your next meal may
Make your feel dam sick as a pig, you dig?
Jam, hamsters, Ham, and Ganja
Slam, gangsters, spam and Ginger
MEAT SAUCE:
meat sauce, meat sauce,
Slurry of a nation in a hurry, it ain't funny
meat sauce, meat sauce,
Dirty rotten shit, dip it slurp it swill it, spit.
meat sauce, meat sauce,
with a carbohydro-hippo spice, drink a pint, hey that ain't nice.
meat sauce, meat sauce, meat sauce.
THE DOOBIE CUBICLE SYBLINGS
Step,
Step into my cubicle
hey sweet baby, take of your shirt, honey
you can loose the shoes and loose the tights,
The panties and the skirt sugar, sweet!
Hello, hello dear, my names Doctor Marshmallow,
The DOOBIE Cubicle Syblings
The DOOBIE Cubicle Syblings
The DOOBIE Cubicle Syblings
I know it’s a little cold, baby ruth
Sorry, my new instrument must warm up.
Your breathing very well, let me see,
Ah, yes, you have healthy lungs,
The DOOBIE Cubicle Syblings
The DOOBIE Cubicle Syblings
The DOOBIE Cubicle Syblings
Just relax dear, sit back stick out your tongue,
Yes, ah, uh huh, oh, yes, just one marshmallow,
There we go honey, close your eyes now,
And... Swallow, think of candy now, and
Dr. Marshmallow
The DOOBIE Cubicle Syblings
The DOOBIE Cubicle Syblings
The DOOBIE Cubicle Syblings
Welcome to my kiosk dear, but hush we must be quick,
Yes, we’re doctors, and lovers too.
Travelled here from Europa in a milk-chocolate helicopter,
Powered with golden syrup. Listen honey,
Listen, close your eyes, I have a story ,
A mellow bath for you. Relax.
The DOOBIE Cubicle Syblings
The DOOBIE Cubicle Syblings
The DOOBIE Cubicle Syblings
DR. SQUEAL GOOD, DR.
A marsh dosage box of meme juju served static
A beat box of electric spores.
Mellow temporarily, loud shock cell-smash and warped edge,
cubicle syrup and candy up the walls. Sound splatter.
Marshmallow claws to the valve amp through swamp under full moon
'taste this noun honey-pie’ and now follow me to the Marsh room.
DR. SQUEAL GOOD, DR.
Sugar coated mints and faces glow mellow, camera flash,
study of alien war box noise, step into the cubicle. Step out.
Increase dosage outside the noise box.
"Dr please prescribe me Marshmallow.
Marshy Picinic, we all eat for free, be mellow
Marshy Picnic tripping ball's on LSD playing cello
DR. SQUEAL GOOD, DR.
Coffee store shaft to the spongy echo-box.
So stay mellow as a Dr. get whipped-up daily in sativa gelatine,
step into the cubicle room of Marshy Taste Dr. Escher cakes
and the dutch health spore system, Sewn into the lives of a musical cookie jar.
Step into the slagroom, the candy box kiosk, where drugs and alien-dreamtime are
served up in a Dr. Mallow booth. A head-set in each booth, a fire in the room-jelly.
DR. SQUEAL GOOD, DR.
Monopoly on Culture, more syrup, stuck, even swords move slow,
walls jammed, the flow stopped. Dr. Candyman eats a government
treaty while taking a bath in his Shed.
DR. SQUEAL GOOD, DR.
What new cookie of government? wave goodbye to money walls,
what you know ain’t so. Cheese & Chives, woe, step into the kiosk,
look at our wide confectionary, lick the walls in the cubicle,
but, government next door sells hemp-fuel logic.
DR. SQUEAL GOOD, DR.
Dr. dosage and the shaft-monk box, sweet drugs in schools (syrup cafe syrup cake)
rank of cookie? government turkey and slurry like cubicle gelatine experiment,
music like spores, chemical workings with bonds to break government.
Drugs don’t mix. Cheese confectionary meets spam canning factory,
who knows the dosage Dr?
DR. SQUEAL GOOD, DR.
Game set and spores, Cell growth, slow to share out of the box,
music and shared value (camera corn beer and shaft)
sponge cakes are coming. Women sewing with Hemp-fibre,
Dr Marshmallow in fondal parks, Amsterdam Office of hugs and squeezing.
Oi, oi, Huygens glow of spores, snort these LSD spores mate,
woe be shaft you up Chi-oops. Hemp-fibre, what, News, who’s, what?
Coffee, news, TV, news, what, coffee, TV, what, news, when, tobacco?
DR. SQUEAL GOOD, DR.
But, which whipped Shed, Shed, Monroe Crow,
coffee syrup and syrup Monroe prompt owe cookie box, slow,
a cause&effect study in alien sword in shouler, money Booth,
Cell, box, grow box, grow.
A rank • is fro, call whipped library Culture row, with Joe,
whipped syrup rank Cheese Marshmallow slagroom,
1609 sativa prompt for rank, prompt for beer. Value, tonight?
DR. SQUEAL GOOD, DR.
This cubicle contains freedom, and the outside too.
Pro-set monopoly confection Judo, gods and Escher,
the sugar coat of government arms, prompt the spores to fall,
shaft of church down black-hole avenue, to shift of government,
shaft shift, shaft shift. Great Spinoza box-zone of taste flow,
honey dripping hemp-fuel and the alien dosage from
opium government UK.
DR. SQUEAL GOOD, DR.
News room booth locked. Safety in Judo, spores and fire,
outside the JFK Cubicle Howard Hunt counts chickens.
Those alien drugs from New York work Dr, what coffeeshop on sixth avenue?
The shed next-door to mallow cafe
Put a Marshmallow in your ear.
Put a marshmallow in your ear.
Put a tear in your beer, eat this dear.
Composed and Decomposed by Steve 'fly agaric' 23.
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