DISCOGRAPHY






THIS COMPOSITION

01 Toilet Seat Thief
02 South Sentinel Island
03 Magnetic Personality
04 Black Lines Matter
05 Carrots
06 Mesmerizing Molten Metal
07 Confession Of A Clock Maker
08 Honey Wagon Spindle
09 American Pharaoh
10 Hat In The Ring
11 Forget To Remember
12 The Eye Thread

Album #18  lp 2015
All lyrics written by Rathke

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TOILET SEAT THIEF
A Mysterious thief preying
Within the halls and wings
Government complex occurring
Removing taps from fixturing
German Watergate burglarizing
Strip bathrooms of all things
To make impossible for using
Throughout the whole building
Sanitary systems are grossly impaired
There is no other way around it
No bureaucratic jargon to be declared
No one or two can we ever permit
It appears the crook is elusive
Break & entering intrusive
Stealing bathroom parts abusive
Making holding it in conducive
Secure protocol broke illusive
Hideaway as a reclusive
Whereabouts unknown inconclusive
You heard it here first as an exclusive
Where the perpetrator motive starts
Is there a shrine of bathroom parts?
Psychological evaluation imparts
Maybe they have a bad case of the farts
The Intelligence Service in Berlin
Is rocked by crime once again
Toilet seats stolen on a whim
Another score for the burglar win
Satisfied with a smirk & grin
Lapse of security within
Patience has since grown thin
An odd way to commit a sin

SOUTH SENTINEL ISLAND
Everyone knows what goes on
Within the northern island
The indigenous make me yawn
The true mystery lies in the south
Not a word from anyone's mouth
Except that there is no drought
Explorers step foot upon it's shores
To see a structure without doors
It barely has any floors
1600 meters long, 950 meters wide
160 hectares small, not much space for a ride
A large chorus of corals, surrounding it's shores
So hot that sweat leaks, out from your pores
Who guards and keeps watch of this land
For once the lighthouse took command
It remains the sentinel unmanned
With no inhabitants on the sand
Only one hint of civilization
With no national association
And lacking tribal affiliation
There's not the violence of the north
No spears or arrows will spring forth
Only coconut crabs show their worth
On the island there are tall trees
A tidal swamp in the center to see
Other creatures here but no humanity
Perhaps a tribe once lived here
If so, it's not all that clear
One can visit without fear
India lays claim to this land
With all it's trees, coral and sand
But, no law or order is in demand

MAGNETIC PERSONALITY
I've amassed a small collection
Of magnets to enjoy
A few are black and some silver
And their use I will employ
I struggle to find the words
To express the forces involved
They repel and attract
Diametrically evolved
Don't get them too close to your device
Or cell phone or computer with a hard drive
They will erase what data are stored
And leave you with only a circuit board
Shapes - wide and varied I see
Sizes - all encompassing
Strength - Some strong some weak
Magnets - Full of Personality
I have some flimsy magnets
That stick on my fridge's door
Then there's neodymium
The rare earth not to ignore
I struggle to pull apart
two magnets stuck in place
It's quite an exercise
You can see the tension on my face
Be careful with magnets that are strong
Skin pinched between them does not belong
Don't swallow magnets, it sure could hurt
You could attract metal things to your shirt

BLACK LINES MATTER
Pull out a sheet of pure white paper
Some inked utensils but not a scraper
Lets involve ourselves in this caper
Alone the sheet holds no real meaning
A blank slate that cannot be demeaning
Until pen to pad begins intervening
Take the darkest ink that you can find
It's not a color but a state of mind
Put the pen on to the sheet
Draw a line so straight and neat
Witness ourselves a slow and steady hand
As you draw out that distinct band
All the way across it shall land
Before it is all said and done
You've drawn more adding to the sum
Some parallel others not in the run
White ink on white canvas not so distinct
Black on black no contrast is linked
In the difference we shall gather
Because black lines - black lines matter
We protest for lack of white sheets
Or black pens to draw lets line the streets
Our hands out for pens as we gather
Because black lines - black lines matter

CARROTS
I pack my lunch most every day now
What's inside I assemble somehow
A colorful mix of orange and green
Lets focus on the veggie scene
On the orange one I mean
Lets focus on the carrot
Lets focus on the carrot
Put it on a necklace you could wear it
It helps your eyes to eat it
With your eyes you'll see it
Born as a root in the ground
The crisp texture is all around
Carrots are tasty and really good
Eat them at the beach or in the hood
Let's focus on the color
It's caused by Beta-carotene
with lesser of alpha & gamma seen
Thrown in zeaxanthin & lutein
And now on to the nutrition mix
It has a little vitamin B6
It's packed with vitamin A
It also has some vitamin K

MESMERIZING MOLTEN METAL
I have what seems broken, misshapen
Lacking in the ways that are fine
With a pinch of flux and fuel amounts unspoken
We light the flame of destiny in our minds
In my hands I hold something forged
Something poured of fine purity
From the fires heated to 2000 degrees
As it cools and the flame subsides
The shape solidifies under the cool sky
As to the why, well we have our own creation
Behold the shape shifting under flame
We hold the tempered result without shame
Gather the material in every form
Because a new shape shall be born
From wire, rings, beads, scraps or rounds
The fire forges new life abounds
The glow of the metal molten
Is mesmerizing to me
The sound of the torch has spoken
as the ladle pours new reality
The mold is put into position
To accept the form that it shall be
The art and science of the poured kind
The lines and air pockets boggle the mind
Heat dissipates creating a beautiful design
A bath of cooled water speeds the cooling time
In my hands I hold something forged
Something poured of fine purity
We raise the bar of what we are
To witness the outcome of our making
We hold it high in the sky for all to see
As to the why, for our own satisfaction

CONFESSION OF A CLOCK MAKER
Witness a smart student in science class
He brings in an "invention" that is quite crass
Knowing the outcome that this could be
Seeking to capitalize on media frenzy
Ahmed
And your clock
Time to go
In handcuffs
What to expect
Nothing less
Take your clock
And confess
With all the undue sympathy
For what common sense can clearly see
Should we suspect conspiracy
Because the narrative won't work on me
In a hyper sensitive society
From this glut we must break free
Reflexive reaction from power players
The president, media and heavy hitters
Invitations and lavish offers and gifts
For this persecuted soul coming in shifts

HONEY WAGON SPINDLE
There's a thick piece of steel
That once belonged on the farm
It's a solid cylinder to feel
If dropped it would cause harm
They are hard to come by
On a machine that is steered
As an axle to make poop fly
But none gets in Jay's beard
In a remote field two miles away
3300 gallons of liquid fecal spray
The honey wagon spreads manure all day
5000 pounds it doth weigh
Until the spindle snaps and goes boom
For error and mistakes there is no room
Without that part the job is doomed
No operator error so don't judge so soon
A new part had to be machined
As one could not be found in stock
The broken one taken out and cleaned
Replace it as a race against the clock
That axle that caused annoying pain
Ended up in my grubby hands
The inconvenient loss is my gain
As this subject of song stands
A super heavy piece of steel
Has benefited me greatly
But when it broke sorry I feel
I know that day was crappy

AMERICAN PHARAOH
Rising up with oratorical stature
Organizing the community
Shaped from the mind of Davis
Communist Party USA
Activated from Alinsky
12 rules to destroy the way
The straight & narrow is a no show
Liberty stifled by the afterglow
The People so low, let them go
Double Crowned American Pharaoh
Suffocation of the rights of man
By choking with bureaucracy
Targeted opposition attack
Disregarding transparency
Avoiding all investigations
Slither past all discrepancy
No crisis gone to waste for agenda
Tightening the grip of twisted morality
Division of what was once united
Blinded now by rabid ideology
Transparent in apparent motivation
Subjugate the bleeding hearted masses
To target his marked opposition
Separate us into his own classes
From messiah to Pharaoh
The people jaded once again
Will they fall for the next in line?
Or will they yearn to be free?

HAT IN THE RING
I have given much thought
To running for office
I am not really distraught
To the ever growing list
Of candidates on one side
And these nuts on the other
Shall I seek it or hide?
The presidential front runner
Legal requirements I meet
To be able to fill that seat
Should I file with the FEC?
Or just hang with the elite
After consulting with my staff
For a few seconds and a laugh ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
I shall not seek nor accept nor run
But, I will put my hat in the ring for fun fun fun fun
Will my hat fit inside the ring
If my campaign gains no steam?

FORGET TO REMEMBER
As your ears fill with the sound
Of the timbre of rhythm abound
A prediction shall be made
That some synapses will have strayed
In this age - of saturation
All the rage - quick infatuation
Fleeting gone - Interest passing
Another dawn - lapses surpassing
Every melody and lyric in this composition you hear will be gone
From your mind it shall soon disappear, it won't be long
There's no memorable hook to draw you in
No audience connection, I just can't win
The others around will keep you more than a day
This one will just fade away
You shall soon forget to remember
From January To December
The notes and words disappear
From your brain tuned out all clear
You shall remember to forget
On this idea I place a bet
If by some chance you disagree
I'll remind you to forget, you'll see

THE EYE THREAD
Welcome to the rhyming thread
It's better than a guitar shred
It's better than a garden shed
It's better than a feather bed
Even though I could say much worse
But I just do not like to curse
I do not have much time for swearing
It is not clever big or daring
So if you feel the need to swear
Get on your knees and say a prayer
Cause afterwards you will feel blessed
And feel the need to get undressed
Censorbots, they've taken over
To them I say, Lemme bend over
I stand corrected, yes I do
Don't forget to flush
If you go number 2
Thank you for posting and not being lame
We love this crazy rhyming game
In a thread entitled the Eye
It reminds me of Poe, the writer guy
I take lots of vitamin C
And sometimes herbal tea
And garlic tablets too
To help me fight the flu
And some trivia for you
Hitler married a female Jew
That last thing he did in his life
Was to make a Jew his wife
It was proven by DNA
Then he blew himself away
I stand corrected, yes I do
Don't forget to flush
If you go number 2
I cannot stand shopping in stores
So online it is, I can't ask for more
Today is my day off, oh yay
But tomorrow it is back to the hay
So now i better finish posting
Then get back to marshmallows toasting
I'm not serious, I'm just joking
I just need to get the coffee smoking


GYROSCOPE

01 Sternutation
02 Pious Propaganda
03 Quantitative Queasing 3.0
04 50 Shades Of Gray
05 Gyroscopic Precession
06 Lashing Out
07 Event Registry
08 Rainbathing
09 Save Your Breath
10 The Mirror Meets The Eye
11 Felt Tipped Tonsils
12 Centered Strike
13 No Perfume (For The Pig) - BONUS TRACK
Album #17  lp 2012
All lyrics written by Rathke

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STERNUTATION
A powerful expulsion of air and mucus
Launched erratically from your face
Like personalities they do vary
Some subdued, some all over the place
At you force
Forced from you
Bring on the pepper, or bright sunlight
Inducing the reaction, Gesundheit
Semi-autonomous and convulsive
It can't be repeated on the fly
A sprayed array of various agents
The experience, we cannot hide
Thrust from the oral and nasal cavity
Trigeminal triggered blast we see
As with tradition, may God bless thee
May it not annoy or be an allergy

PIOUS PROPAGANDA
What you read or hear or see
A picture painted with an agenda
Pursue them with stones thrown
From their glass hacienda
Steamrolling for ratings scorching
Sensationalize
No matter the effect of the wake
They twist and bend and lie
Make and break and fake the figures
Carefully shaped words in headlines
Incite and bate, influence the masses
Perception shifting in these times
Partake of
The sacrament of Distortion
Bowing to the vow
The public feeds off discontent
Worshiping before the slanted alter
As it leans hard to the left
And with religious fervor
Deploy propaganda at its best.
Sift through the noise of spin
Dissipate the dense smoke
And break apart the mirrors
Your vision becomes clearer

QUANTITATIVE QUEASING 3.0
Bond rating downgraded
Prices are inflated
Dollar value deflated
Crisis understated
It’s about quantity not quality
To ease the credit crunch
Correct the error of Dodd/Frank
Fiscal sanity is out to lunch
The presses keep rolling
Reserve notes printing
The press downplaying
Common sense degrading
Mortgage backed securities
Bought to keep interest rates low
Decreasing purchasing power
Queasy feeling 3.0
Anti- nausea medication needed
For the actions of the Fed
The dollar spirals downward
Our economy sick in bed

50 SHADES OF GRAY
In a world where there is nothing
But Black and White
We must know there's something
In between
No, I'm not philosophizing
About relative and absolute
To the color spectrum I'm referring
Levels of desaturate
There are many tints, levels or grades
Too many to count as interest fades
But to peak your interest I will say
There are at least 50 50 50 shades of gray
The lack of colors black and white
Like the day, like the night
Dusk and dawn provide the gray
There's nothing more that I can say.
In a world where are colors
All over the place
We know they're in our dollars
Mostly green and black
And no, I'm not a scholar
Concerning hue mixtures
And to this I don't refer
About salacious servitude
In a world where there is light
And shadows to see
We must acknowledge our sight
And the shades of gray we see
We must remain forthright
And keep the shading clean
The colors fade in the night
But our senses remain keen

GYROSCOPIC PRECESSION
Distribution of force, along the axis applied
Spinning phenomenon, witnessed with such pride
So much joy to observe, a revolution of a different kind
Rapid rotation, in angular momentum we find
Torque induced precession
Defying gravity for all of us to see
Physics evident in an equation
Wonder the gyroscope through motion we hope
Gyroscopic precession
On its axis it remains on a different plane
That spinning motion connected to a wheel hub
Has induced inventions, in a competitive drub
A marvel to reveal, properties to behold
That spinning motion, it just never gets old

LASHING OUT
There is a war right in front of our eyes
A competition so evident and clear
We may not see it or realize
But, I've witnessed it in the mirror
A brave battle to protect and guard
To win the hearts and minds of your eyes
One stops dripping sweat and the other small shards
From invading the region where sight supplies
Blink Blink Blink Blink
Raise your brow to defend the wink
Think and don't make a big stink
Shorten the hairs and make them shrink
I thought at one time they were at peace
Until I noticed an over reaching in my brow
One hair extends beyond where the others cease
It’s ready to mobilize in lashing out
And so it is known that aggression stands
And resultant from the same DNA
But, it can be stopped with my hands
By plucking the assailant away
But within months the hair grows back
Advancing forward to gain territory
To threaten the lash on its track
To create follicle havoc and misery
One of these days the lash will lash back
And brow beat the offending eye brow
A full scale invasion a furry attack
Losing control if it is allowed
A lesson learned is to keep them trimmed
Don't let any of the strands go rogue
Cut them down keep them close and slim
It doesn’t matter if the style is en vogue

EVENT REGISTRY
Donations alone will not suffice
Harvest from events in your life
Celebrate that special milestone
Campaign war chest overgrown
Solicitations to the bone
To assure I'm not overthrown
You really should give from the soul
Stay away from that gravy bowl
Help me meet my financial goal
Stay away from that gravy bowl
Muscle up and dish it out
My cause is what it's all about
Don't let your wedding or special day
Or any event get in the way
It's time for you to be my servant
Have your guests give to me
Never mind my self serving
As you build your event registry
Show your support for my cause
Your friends give to me without pause
This is all about my reelection
I just can't handle any rejection
A lasting gift with repercussion
Further erosion of the constitution
So, put your name up on the list
Tell your friends, they'll get the gist
In power I strive to exist
Your registry I do insist

RAIN BATHING
When it rains At a steady rate
Raising high the water table
The worms below Rise from the ground
To gather with all their friends around
Vacation time The earthworms
Collecting wetness on a rainy day
They commune On my driveway
Basking in the dampened tar
It's raining It's pouring
The earthworms continue boring
It's cloudy They're gaudy
Up on my driveway being rowdy
The suns out A surface drought
They will shrivel up with no doubt
No chance for them to escape
Solar heat causes them to bake
They're rubbery forms in bad shape
Up from the pavement their bodies I scrape

SAVE YOUR BREATH
Don't assume the air we breathe
Will be here for eternity
vacusucking calamity
You must preserve
Keep the wind in
All the oxygen
Plants and creatures with different features
Absorb and breathe we must sheathe
If ventilation fades
Save your breath in a mason jar
Oxygen, dioxide carbon
All are gone could be drawn
If ventilation fades
Save your breath in a mason jar
You may not get much use out of it
As we exhale carbon dioxide
But our houseplants, they will love us
If we save our breath far and wide
If you see a giant upright
Floating high in the sky
Air in your jar won't be deprived

THE MIRROR MEETS THE EYE
Take a deep look in the mirror
Please tell me what you see
I realize it's a clichéd question
But there is a deeper meaning
There are many types of mirrors
Parabolic, two way, rear view
Convex, dental and atomic
Just to name a few
They all reflect light projected
And provide clichés for a song
The image bounced back is reversed
But nothing else is wrong
Please don't break the mirror
It's not about 7 years bad luck
The shards of glass that remain
I'm afraid you might get cut
There are many types of mirrors
With uses far and wide
From telescopes to lasers
They can also be used to hide
The reflections come from metal
Aluminum, silver or tin
Their purpose is well established
In our vanity we all win

FELT TIPPED TONSILS
Hello is it me that you are looking for
I went inside your tummy when you fell to the floor
Apparently you used me as a probing device
To interrogate your tonsils once or twice
Hey Tonsils! The pen is mightier than gastric juices
Hey Tonsils! My felt tip tickles the stomach lining
Hey Tonsils! I won't be able to reach you now
Hey Tonsils! In 25 years I'll say hello
So what do I do here for such a long time?
For I cannot write and I cannot rhyme
Oh, I have an idea. But, I have to wait
When I arrive, I'll make my maker look great
Mark my words, this marker will
Write them plain, the ink will spill
After surgical extraction I am plucked out
I see the light of day and I could write, not shout.
The doctor grips me and all are gathered for the show
He scribbles on a piece of paper the word "hello"

CENTERED STRIKE
From out of your pocket bring forth the change
Notice the design and how it's arranged
The rim is shot on the edge of the chopping block
For those I'd trade for others at a rate of exchange
It should be a crime that dies are misaligned
I want a centered strike. Centered is what I like
It should be a sin that the rims are finned
I want a centered strike. Centered is what I like
In this modern age of technology
Why are we behind the times? How can this be?
The Mints around the world, they know
How to strike it on the mark even metal flow
Even in the third world, their money comes out fine
They see the coins design, they know how to align
The standards we seek are not that difficult
Even when you are stamping coinage in bulk
And to think that some of these bring a high value
Being struck off center and grossly askew
The rim is shot on the edge of the chopping block
I wouldn't want these even though there are so few.
Give me one with an even strike
I'll take that coin day or night

NO PERFUME (For The Pig)
For what hath arrived in the mail
It's packaged with great care
With items intended for two
The enamoration was for who
Peel back the bubble wrap
Layers of it, in fact
Items placed, all intact
Visual and nasal sensor
An aroma not an odor
Fragrance on mail order
Is the essence on all things?
Or just those meant for me?
Just have to sniff and see?
Everything looked so fine
Including the wooden swine
But was the scent on mine?
What's assigned at the time, the pig is not mine
There's no perfume for the pig
It's time to dance the jig
All else is doused, except the house
No shovel needed to dig
There's no perfume for the pig
All is right in this time
Your reward is buttermilk
The state of union is fine


A SPACE ODDITY


1 Submarine Dream
2 A Space Oddity
3 Albino Representation
4 Witnessing Monetary Infliction
5 Like A Swine Tuned Instrument
6 Legstrong's Tomb
7 Decks In The City
8 Contrail Conspiracy
9 Soiled Sleeve
10 Eroded Chisel Plow
11 Solemate - BONUS TRACK

Album #16  lp 2010
All lyrics written by Rathke

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SUBMARINE DREAM
At Navy ports around the globe
Submerged in silence some glow
A beacon is sent they come alive
Breaking ranks deeper they dive
No Submarine to be found
Gone to the deep way down
Military personnel flabbergasted
Did sabotage cause them to be blasted?
Human control of subs good while it lasted
They meet at sea
In my submarine dream
Like a school of fish they meet
In the Pacific as one huge fleet
No Submarine to be found
Gone to the deep way down
They launch all of their firepower
Torpedoes, bombs, and nuclear disaster
They laugh and sing as they pollute the water

A SPACE ODDITY
Isn't it strange how peculiar space can be
An average of 4 atoms per square inch we see
Then you compare that to the space in which you live
It's a bit more dense on earth, kind of like my head
I am aware of my space oddity
The gap between molecules is keen to me
The metals I own have their own density
The arrangement of things I clearly see
I am aware of my space oddity
The gap between molecules is keen to me
I may have clutter and it may be strange
I know you all think that I am totally deranged
At least I use what you all do too
Space is occupied by all which is nothing new
With all that space in our living quarters we find
We can stack various objects up really really high
And in deep outer space we can float ourselves around
But gravity will prevail here on the ground

ALBINO REPRESENTATION
Let’s bring some color to this election
Or lack there of
Witch doctors elect to snatch them
Body parts sold for luck
For years they have been victims
Targeted throughout the land
Persecuted for pigmentation
It was time to take a stand
History was made in Tanzania
With the election of Bar'wani
A victory for all albinos
In parliament will he succeed?
No more black magic potion
Using pale skinned devotion
Barbaric practice shall die
The legislature now has a white
Let’s bring some colored representation
Or lack there of
Working to aid in their protection
Albinos rise above
For years they have been victims
Targeted throughout the land
Persecuted for pigmentation
It was time to take a stand
History was made in Tanzania
With the election of Bar'wani
A victory for all albinos
In parliament he will succeed

WITNESSING MONETARY INFLICTION
Reserve notes injected into the system
The dollar begins its spiral down
Politicians begin their inquisition
Executor begins to prop its crown
Artificial stabilization
Money held back from dissemination
So Fed pumps more into circulation
The end result hyper inflation
We witness a monetary infliction
Precious Metal will be the new currency
The bear wreaks havoc markets bleeding
Food stockpiled and investment misery
Our nation’s economic power depleting

LIKE A SWINE TUNED INSTRUMENT
An array of hogs was gathered for the amusement of the king
Lined up by tonal resonation they were about to feel a sting
It would be just a butt prick just enough for a squeal
The complex apparatus makeshift keyboard made ideal
Instrument of melodic dissonance attempts to create harmony
Swine lined up in deliberation under motivation of mud and feed
This inception of reinvention is like Congress feeding on a bribe
Piglosi and bloated Barney Dirty Harry in a bureaucratic Pigsty
Even at the butt prick of special interest the pigs still preach their lies
Policies that erode our freedom wallow in their amusement, why?
No deficit of deceit increase the debt of common sense
Invention of a vile public catastrophe pork barrel spending style

LEGSTRONG'S TOMB
A fall season of population
Of companions fill the land
You can hear them in the corn
Since there is none, not in the sand
Hopping around we found one
Robust, stout and fun
We aptly name him Legstrong
Others of his kind don't compare
We built him a nice home
We put grass in for him to eat
But, he had no hair for us to comb
We thrilled him with sliding down a slide
We threw him into his highest flight
We held him and didn't understand why
His color was changing as if he was to die
We buried him in an unmarked vault
His exoskeleton all that will not rot
We had no clue what led to his doom
So our friend lies in Legstrong's tomb

DECKS IN THE CITY
Have you ever seen decks in the city?
Like in a dense urbanized zone
Don't see them hanging from tall buildings
A wooden deck they will never own
Patios, terraces, balconies, overhangs
But, they are not the same
If I owned myself a skyscraper
I'd attach pressure treated wooden decks
People could have family functions
Barbecues throughout the complex
There needs to be some decks in the city
Places where we can congregate
Right now, it's too elite and stuffy
A nice and open deck would be great

CONTRAIL CONSPIRACY
Was it a missile launch or was it just a game?
No one seems to know or won't tell us the same
The contrail seems to be rising as if launched from below
The pentagon is hush hush no one seems to know
No threat to national security, no cause for alarm
NORAD assures to us there will be no harm
Case closed so they tell us it must be a jet plane
Flying straight towards us the trail seems to wane
Just days later discovered analysis correct mistake
Turns out from Honolulu came flight 808

SOILED SLEEVE
I knew this kid in third grade
Who was a bit odd
Even more strange than me
With artistic skills to nod
He always wore a coat inside
A bit of a social outcast
His upbringing peculiar
He stood out with contrast
That's not his heart on his sleeve
No, it's snot
Saving the Earth before it was hip
Tissues he forgot
Nasal mucus he sported well
Lined up on his sleeve
It shaped his character as
A future member of the RCP
Never mind that he called in threats
At the high school he did attend
Even though he said I'd be cursed
He signed that I was his friend
He soiled his coat with boogers
He spoiled his mind with ease
Avoiding sanitary measures
He saved a couple of trees

ERODED CHISEL PLOW

Bolted tight sharpened tempered steel
Stabs deep churning soil all around From whence it came upon a boulder
It would drive it from the ground
Chisel plow section grind on Years of friction erode
Like Jay's beard to a razor Dirt is stronger than steel
Pop a wheelie stuck on a biggie
Bolt on tight ready for a fight Seldom seen down in New Orleans
Chisel plow not near Koil's cow


THE RISING COST OF METAL


1 NROL 21 Eighty Sixed
2 Green Thumb Dementia
3 The Assault Of The Clock
4 Gabbylove
5 Taint Worth It
6 McNamera Trifecta
7 A Penny For Your Thoughts
8 Puntificating
9 Carbonic Doomsday
10 Buy One Free (Get The Other Half Off)
11 Say Watanayo Say
12 Guarded Bearing
Album #15  lp 2008
All lyrics written by Rathke

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NROL 21 EIGHTY SIXED
In low orbit we strike defective satellite
Must die in flight this night
NROL 21/USA-193
Launched into the atmosphere
To remotely sense what we want to see
Crippled upon orbit, poor thing was a no go
And gravity is far reaching
It was descending ever so slow
With a thousand pounds of unused hydrazine fuel
And a payload of sensitive technology
We've got ourselves an expensive and dangerous mule
And the perfect target to display our accuracy
A missile defense cruiser fired a modified SM-3
Aimed directly at the fuel container
Vaporized and blown to smithereens
A bullet striking a bullet Algorithms employed
Reagan's dream is it realized?
SDI with which not to be toyed

GREEN THUMB DEMENTIA
I hate it when I survey my lawn, and this weed is encroaching everything
The irritating plant destroying my driveway, to its roots my fingers cling
And though with every effort, and every spray I can muster
This dang weed infests my lawn and life in barbaric cluster
How can I kill the lawn weed?
How can I make the grass bleed?
At war I am with Digitaria
Striking at its core green thumb dementia
It spreads like a disease
But that crass grass will not latch
It knows no boundaries
It's finally met its match
Let the seed's death begin This is a war I will win
I will fight and take this battle to a new level as yet seen
I will implement a multiple stage chemical war machine
Pre-emergent herbicides seems to be the key
I will infest and dig them up and plant non invasive grass seed

THE ASSAULT OF THE CLOCK
At the home of James Monroe, setting on the mantle, across from their bed in their homestead
Lies a clock dating to a time, a time long since past, but once inspired a rhyme, ticking in my head
Hickory Tickory Dock Something’s in the clock Wreaking havoc in the gears Embracing all our fears
Tickory Trickery Clocked Something’s in the clock Wreaking havoc in the gears Embracing all our fears
The mouses ran down the pendulum, scuttle butting along, They make their mark on history
Mr. President working at his desk, ever mindful and aware of time, little mices, the hands are changing
Oh happy joy joy, let the alarms ring The master here of the house can sing
For even though the mice have messed up time He can set all his pieces to an atomic clock hyperfine
Oh wait no more joy, no synchronization, nineteenth century limitations
A cesium standard for temporal accuracy was not invented, the mice achieve victory

GABBYLOVE
I remember the first time
you crawled into our lives
You made your love known
from the moment you arrived
Now, I was smitten from the gettin,
but Doug was mesmerized
Your tips and offers were
very much greatly prized
All the things you posted
are seared in our heads
Even though a different name
is signed to every thread
You are our digital goddess
that we speak of
Not just any ole spambot
but our Gabbylove
I remember when you told us
to vote this site #1
Reading your words
was really a lot of fun
You signed one of them as Maurice
and the other Tammy Lee
I knew right then and there
how cradsome this would be

TAINT WORTH IT
In a town where mostly animals roam There’s a sheriff who has found himself a home
And some gold was delivered from the stage His deputy dog and him was to keep it safe
If there’s any kind of signal or noise The sheriff will come pumping lead in those boys
So, the deputy stands guard of all the gold The two crooks think they have this one sold
From the moment they walk in Hazards, pain and laugher do begin
They tried so hard to take their fill Instead they were left running up the hill
Every effort they made results in hurt Covering their mouth, up the way they skirt
They bottle it up, and even switch heads They burp and are tickled and tongues stretched
Only after being blown up time after time They turned themselves in for their crime
All that effort to be quiet and sleek He couldn’t hear, battery has been dead a week

McNAMERA TRIFECTA
I know of this man with a strange middle name
Appointed, he took a stand
He served as secretary of defense
Under Kennedy’s and Johnson’s cabinets
In 61 he established the Strike Command
He took a strong anti-communist stand
How many people have you seen
With a name that is really quite keen?
It’s such a neat name to pronounce
I say it all the time around the house
McNamara, McNamara, McNamara
Then there’s this basketball guy
I think he played for Syracuse, you see
I don’t know much about his life
Other than his name was Gerry with a G
I know of this other man I think I know his real name
Broadcasting, he’s in demand
He is serving as a disc jockey
On the radio his voice is carried
A virtual mayor, a title to savor
A subject with whom to curry favor

A PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS

The costs of some metals are rising high
Pure copper pennies are hard to come by
The cost to mint them is more than they’re worth
New coin collectors are now coming to birth
Flip a penny listen for
That distinctive ring you have scored
Look at the date before 83
Pure copper is golden in your penny
A one cent coin for thoughts in your mind
Melting some of them would be a crime
According to a mandate from the US Mint
Just as we can’t deface bills the BEP Prints
The official word for penny is a cent
The smallest unit of measure of money spent
Because of their metal they are valued more
People want them now more than before

PUNTIFICATING
Does anyone have some corn on the Ty Cobb?
What inspired a neat freak to be a slob
Can I take a ride in Dave’s Mustang?
Does Wolfgang or Jack have black fangs?
Don’t mind me, I need berating
I am just puntificating
As cheesy as all this sounds
The Swiss Parmesan clowns
I know I’m dull but my knife is sharp
I tinker with my Islamic Jew’s Harp
A random act and obscure reference
Not many get it, but that’s my preference
Don’t mind me, I need berating
I am just puntificating
The coffee cup I carry, it’s like my drug
I walk down the street, hoping not to be mugged
Don’t mind me, I need berating
I am just puntificating
The UFOs I’ve seen, I can’t recognize
Carter’s mayonnaise, is supersized
I have a taste for food on a pallet
I hammer out the details with a mallet
Corny cob as I am, please don’t harp
I’m trying my best to be sharp

CARBONIC DOOMSDAY
Climactic suicide is Gorgasmic
In Congress he testifies, apocalyptic
The evil right winged machine
No Kyoto Treaty
Tomorrow we won’t see
Environmental catastrophe
He preaches we are near the end
If we don’t conserve and bend
The CFC light bulb in his head
Says his credibility is dead
Blatant hypocrisy
At his home in Tennessee
Massive use of energy
Carbon foot print increase
He blames corporate greed
Carbon offsets go green
He profits from his creed
Junk science and misdeeds

BUY ONE FREE (Get The Other Half Off)
Imagine if you gazed upon
All the signs in the store say free
I did that one time at the Valley Mall
No (Koil) not the one in New Orleans
I know it’s crazy yeah
The notion is quite absurd
But, wouldn’t it be cool
If without strings we saw that word
Buy one Free, get the other half off
Four for nothing, no need to scoff
No money needed, for these giveaways
Signs say free all over the place
Seventy five percent off
Of a fixed pro-bono price
Imagining discounts so wide
If it were true it would be nice

SAY WATANAYO SAY
What I am soon to proclaim
Will make little sense by any name
Show your buckers in Buckanistan
Lets assess this red brand
My boots are knee high in sludge
Sometimes I need a little nudge
Will you flick my nose with a rubber hose?
Will you aim your dart at my heart?
Say Watanayo Say
Say Watanayo Koidelay

GUARDED BEARINGS
On a frantic search for metallic objects all
Of legend and folklore like a no neck cannon ball
Then all at once again three of them pull through
Koil with a hook and chain that Jay just had to use
It’s good to have guarded friends that live on a farm
When they come bearing metal it adds great charm
The guards protect the serrated sectioned blade
The bearings facilitate movement implementing aid
Various pieces found from two different places
Heavy, unique some are round, one with historic traces
Jay provides the guards, Dallas the pick and bearings
A cellanoid and objects hard, no access to gold fillings
I am grateful for metallic objects all
This time I really scored a three for one beckoned call


FRIENDLY AGRARIAN TOWER


01 Magnetic Guessing
02 What Lies Inside
03 Pencil Eraser Aftertaste
04 Beacon of Connectivity
05 Preexisting Condition
06 Avian Honor
07 BeauroRATS
08 The Fight For Height
09 Weapon Of Honey Production
10 Towering Icon


Album #14  lp 2005
All lyrics written by Rathke

MAGNETIC GUESSING
Booming economy
Coming to the valley
What draws the people here?
A hint is in the 'ears'
New stores and shopping
More clean and less mopping
Golf course and politicking
Colleges and other schooling
Is it something in the air?
Is it your dairy air?
Is it Sally in New Orleans?
Or is it the refried beans?
It is none mentioned before
Yet it rises way high
Like a magnet but so much more
This enigma draws mankind
Is it the politicians?
Is it the statisticians?
Can't be the beauticians
Or the gas stations
I thought it could be
Some new ice cream
A snuff ring or bee sting
Could it be nothing?
Was it Dallas and his shoulder?
Was it that it's getting colder?
Was it something on Main Street?
A Bar & Grill or my feet?

WHAT LIES INSIDE
Now we entertain the scenario that we have a huge building
But we really don't know what lies inside this big thing
I'm sure it's got something to do with processing chicken feed
I'm sure the interior if hallowed out would be a sight to see
What would you put in that empty space?
What would you put inside?
If we had this empty space we would first fill it with air
We could use it as an echo chamber with lots of flair
I wonder how much candy it would take to fill it up
The volume of apple cider in there would really be a lot
I wonder how long Jay's beard would have to grow
In order for his whiskers to fill the space we know

PENCIL ERASER AFTERTASTE
I've had an interesting experience
There was an odd taste in my mouth
My palate was some how stimulated
And only at a certain location
The taste of a pencil eraser
Location seems to be the answer
My theory is based on proximity
Of where the tower is relatively
If you draw a line
From point A to point B
The savoriness is defined
At least it is to me
This notion has been tested twice
I know it really should be more
But I can't help but take notice
That the tallest feed
mill might be involved
If you stop to really think about it
Why would I have such an aftertaste?
There's nothing I eat that would cause it
So, it's got to be that huge tower

BEACON OF CONNECTIVITY
I know the tower is used
mainly for agrarian purposes
But it just seems like it could be
used for so much more
Contemplate the possibilities of
connectivity, open the door
We could have ourselves
a nice television antenna
It might even serve as an anchor
for cellular or satellite
The netcasts, podcasts, or even tapecasts
would be such a great delight
A beacon of light and hope,
well maybe scratch the latter
It might even help your food
digest, does it really matter
We must take advantage
of the structure’s height
We must show the entire world
our technologic might
If you were on top of the building
and cupped your ear
You would be amazed
at just what you would hear
You might hear the digital sound of a broadband file transfer
You might be able to listen to
someone gnawing on a wafer

PREEXISTING CONDITION
Imagine if this tower had existed years ago
If it were around during our early wars as a nation
Think of the strategic possibilities in tow
The turning point of battles would be an inspiration
It would be a virtual fortress
Of concrete and rebar
British cannons would have little effect
On the reinforced structure
Its height would provide advantage
Providing a turning point in war
If this granary was around in 1813
I doubt it would be of an agricultural sort
I could see a General Andrew Jackson gleam
At the possibility of a great military fort
Then The Friendly City would be known for more
More than just a new store surge
It may even have had a different name
It could have been called Towerburg 

AVIAN HONOR
Chickens and turkeys don't realize
The quality of nutrition in their lives
Little do they know of the process involved
Where their feed is made central to it all
A building was erected in their honor and memory
It serves a practical purpose and tall for all to see
Don't we all wish we had a building
Built to serve our insatiable needs
I guess we have some, though not as tall
I guess we are stuck with the Valley Mall
Give it up for poultry
They have the highest crown
Give it up for turkeys
On top they can look down
Give it up for chickens
Their lives spent at our feet
Give it up for the hens
What they have is neat
Corn is transported up from the ground
Elevated it's mixed all around
It's then converted into feed
Dispersed to the birds that are in need

BEAURORATS
In my head I suspect a conspiracy
An infestation of rats I do see
In three distinct groups they congregate
Belly’s full from all the feed they ate
We must take them all out
Shoot them dead
One by one without a doubt
Crush their head
Between Cowboy, the cats, and me
It’s a fact
We will kill them all before they flee
Those BeauroRATS
I sense they want more
than just this feed
The mother load that
lies in the Friendly City
They want tot infiltrate the tallest tower
We’ll put a stop to that with .177 caliber
With dead on accuracy just aim to the right
We’ll shoot then dead and win this fight
Their bodies bloodied will all pile up
A message to the others sent with any luck
Destroy the bunker rats, the dominate ones, take out the alpha male
Take aim, as they slip out, of their holes, among the grass entailed
Instill fear, around the Bobcat, down the alley, corpses in the pale

THE FIGHT FOR HEIGHT
Remember the silos from before
I can see them outside my door
They store the grain and maybe seed
But elevation is what we need
I see them rise, everywhere
But they just don't surge
Like the one in the 'Burg
All of the farmers in the land (egos abound)
Want the tallest silos in demand (all around)
When it is all said & done
There is only but one
They can try to make theirs high
But the grain elevator
Can't be denied

WEAPON OF HONEY PRODUCTION
Breeding bees for sinister deeds
Is there more to this than we see?
Armies are in their production
Of a substance used in corruption
Yeah we know it's just plain honey
But what you'll use it for ain't funny
I know how you operate
You have a 'legitimate' front
You sell your 'product' at local stores
But it is more that you want
I know what you have in mind
I can sense your jealousy
You have harbored some ill feelings
At the chicken feed industry
And just because one of them
Seems to share your family name
You want to lash out at them all
It's driving you crazy insane
So now you have tried to find
The perfect way to stop them all
Attack them at their highest point
And then head off to the mall
Your plan - take the honey - oozing
Spread it - on the granary - dripping
No way - will you getaway - with it
I am - calling you out - stop it

TOWERING ICON
If you look north of downtown
You will see the Friendly City's crown
It rises high into the sky
Its majesty cannot be denied
And it's got Old Glory flying on top
It's a site to see forget it you will not
And its sole purpose is that of feed
But oh how it is so very pristine
And it stands at 220 feet
It is made of reinforced concrete
There is nothing that will take its place
Anything less would be a disgrace
As it elevates the feed and grain
It processes in the sun and rain
Since we don't have tall buildings here
This structure is so very dear
Tower - pride stands up high
Beaming - architectural delight
Feed Mill - its purpose and role
Icon - some say it has a soul
Well I - wouldn't go that far


MEGLAND

1 Rat In A Spider Hole
2 P.T.O. Shaft
3 Bring The Hammer Down
4 Blubberbath
5 The Chewing Gum Heist
6 Megland *Miniature World*
7 Legman
8 The War Of The Flies
9 Dorothy’s Peculiarity
10 A Doll’s Life
11 Nation Building RIP


Album #13  lp 2004
All lyrics written by Rathke

RAT IN A SPIDER HOLE
Once the king of the Motherland
An empire has grown
He drained the Fertile Crescent
And called Kuwait his own
He rose to power in a Coup
Established the Ba’ath Regime
His dominion of self exultation
Instilled fear by the cruelest means (WMD)
The effigy of torture and murder
Is evident in every place
The funding of terrorists
To advance his own breed of hate
After the blatant defiance
Of the international community
One nation had the fortitude
To stand against his tyranny
In a snapshot in time so endless
The statue of his likeness
Is pulled down from its place
It’s head beaten about the face
Dragged through the streets of Baghdad
Smitten with shoes by all who had
The burning of the currency
Celebrations of the people free
Once a king in an ancient land
Surrounded by palaces so grand
Viewed from the Tigris, the Mole
(Was) Dug up like a rat in a spider hole

PTO SHAFT
The power of the metal shaft
Is evident in the fields
The tractor transfers its power
And revolutions yield
The working man's necessity
It makes the implements go
The energy in the metal shaft
As the tractor pulls in tow
Power - bring us more for sure
Take Off - Speed is the only cure
Heavy rounded metal
Power take off shaft
This solid piece of metal
Has the strength of many men
It's abilities in its actions
At a thousand RPM
The interest in this machinery
May seem a bit weird
But it's such a neat item
Kind of like Jay's beard

BRING THE HAMMER DOWN
The cop with a trigger happy finger
Justice is sure not to linger
Sledge is the one in demand
Laying down the law with a heavy hand
Bring the Hammer down
You can't
Bring the Hammer down
Trust him in bringing the hammer down
With gun he's not messing around
Those PC nuts can't stand his style
Sledge Hammer goes the extra mile

BLUBBERBATH
The sad tale of a dead whale
That beached up on the shore
Weighing more than 50 tons
Disposal would be quite a chore
In the name of scientific research
And morbid curiosity
University biologists in Taiwan
Schedule an autopsy
The animal's enormous size
Proved a challenge to the workers
It took three cranes to load the carcass
Unto the truck drawing onlookers
Because of natural decomposition
There was gaseous accumulation
And gathering in a small city street
The innards of the whale people would meet
A blubberbath for all and all
A blubberbath now doth call
A belly bursting with enthusiasm
The explosion left a deep cavern
Entrails and blood left for all to see
This messy event goes down in history

THE CHEWING GUM HEIST
In the capital of South Africa
The craving for chewing gum was strong
Of anything that could be taken
It was the Chappies they longed
They formulated their plan
Salivating from their glands
No regard for demise
As they pondered the prize
They gathered the masking tape
Making their way to the gate
They raided the warehouse inside
Armed to the tilt, they didn't hide
They caught the security guards
At the barrel of a gun
Used the tape to tie, blindfold, and gag
And took 21 pallets of chewing gum

MEGLAND - Miniature World
Born in a factory, shipped to store, enclosed in a small box
They were the craze of the day, action figures all the way, brand new and untouched
Packaged for all to see, hanging there in glory, communicating with the others
In their own little world, whole and fully complete, the scenery never changes
Will someone buy them?
Let their life truly begin
Now they are in gestation
The first one bought will surely win
The purchase is made, transaction complete
Leaving the old world a new one to meet
The drive to home is a bit bizarre
They are just anxious to have come this far
They breathe fresh air after birth
Unwrapped from their old earth
Enter now into Megland
Hello to your new homeland
From months of play they wear thin
The strap that holds their legs in
Their bodies show their wear and tear
From all of the abuse they wear

LEGMAN
The strap that holds their legs on
It breaks and their waist is gone
All they are is a pair of legs
And a small hook for a head
Unlike Lazy Joe
They bend in the knees
With all the kicks they know
In a candy coffin they sleep
What was once thought to be a disaster
Now seems like a happy life there after
Without the torso things are neat
After all they are lighter on their feet
Legman
As time goes on
Their joints loosen up
Their spirits are still strong
Their hooks still look up

THE WAR OF THE FLIES
In late spring or early summer
The annual invasion begins
As the maggots grow restless
The wings hatch from their skin
An imminent security breach
The airborne creature from within
The growing numbers accumulate
For a battle they seem to win
They penetrate the living quarters
From every access point they come
Their defiance of repeated warnings
The war machine will soon run
The war of the flies
We will fight until the end
The war battle cry
Massacre we will send
They gather at the front lines
Inside the walls of the garage
There they meet their timely death
With a swift swatting barrage
Their bodies litter the floor
From conventional warfare
The warning still not heeded
So the sticky traps will ensnare
At their level for all to see
The flies fall prey or leave
One by one they fall down
To their death on the ground

DOROTHY'S PECULIARITY
Dorothy - your so beautiful
With your yellow spots and white gloves
Dorothy - wearing you're summer hat
And nothing else and that's a fact
But Dorothy I've just gotta know
Where did your lower jaw go?
Dorothy - with you're sharp teeth
You're Australian accent is really neat
Dorothy - just 5 years old
Not extinct, but rather bold
When you eat you're roses how do you chew
Without a lower jaw, I'm really confused
Dorothy's teeth shine so bright
But there's something that's just not right
Peculiar as I've said all along
Her lower jaw seems to be gone

A DOLL'S LIFE
Once when we were boys
Violence we would deploy
To our sister's toys
Their dolls were left for dead
Cut the hair from their head|
This doll's life
Is under the knife
We would drive in the car
With the door open and ajar
We'd scrape their limbs on the tar
Rip them limb from limb
Let the torture begin
A doll's life is not clean
Once the wounds are seen
If their owners had a brother
Their demise is in order

NATION BUILDING RIP
I formed my own nation
Once in my backyard
I surveyed its boundaries
In the ages since kiyard
I established my structure
Freestanding and pristine
I founded a capital city
And harvested mint tea
Hey - I've got myself a country
Hey - with a constitution defined
Nation building provincial planning
The UPR's short life spanning
The UDAST's short life spanning
I was not the only one
Who built themselves sovereignty
I have this friend who
Discovered the UDAST
His landscape was vast and all
And was formed on a farm
It advanced in technology
But was no cause for alarm


THE ELEMENT OF SURPRISE

1 Bathroom Inscriptions
2 Maritime Lunacy
3 Arctic Jungle
4 The Silo
5 Rastafarce
6 The Leaning Pole Of Garber’s Crossing
7 Stereotype
8 Double H (HH)
9 Invasion Of The Snakehead
10 Element 112
11 Envision Reality
12 Riddle Of The Septadigits

Album #12  lp 2002
All lyrics written by Rathke

BATHROOM INSCRIPTIONS
Time tends to have an affect on things
Pictures fade and concrete cracks
But in a place where relief brings
There is a place where decay lacks
I've seen the writing on the walls
Etched by a knife or sharp object
Most are rude in bathroom stalls
But they last longer than you'd expect
Vandalism at a minute scale
Through the sands of time it prevails
A message written 20 years ago
Is as fresh as yesterday's prose
Engraved for eternity
For everyone to look and see
As juvenile as it seems
The thought captured at the scene
Dirty thoughts and dirty words
Etched on the wall yet never heard
Some are just plain absurd
As I read one more blurb
When there's a date inscribed in time
Like August 14th, 1979
The world can see just what was said
And what thoughts ran though their heads
The oldest ones they stick around
They bring a smile or a frown
On the throne with my pants down
Bathroom transcripts are abound

MARITIME LUNACY
In international waters
Between Australia and New Zealand
There were two Greenpeace protestors
One of them a legislature Australian
They were there to try and halt
Two armed cargo vessels
Packed with 650 pounds
Of plutonium and reactor fuel
The protestors chased the ship for several hours
Caught up to it, holding a sign, jumped in the water
The ship then made an emergency evasive maneuver
Which could have caused an ecological disaster
Now we have ourselves a case of maritime lunacy
All in the good name of the insane Greenpeace
After they jumped into the Tasman Sea
They could have been killed or maimed
The banner read 'nuclear free Pacific'
A near ecodisaster they weren't using their brains

ARCTIC JUNGLE
In the arctic jungle
It's cold and damp
I see ice sickles
Hanging from the steaming branch
The steaming branch is sweltering
in the humid sun
The thick dense growth cuddles
in the sticky mud
The temperatures so high so low
it makes them want to run
Cyprus trees in swampy land
Are frozen solid yet still stand
Polar bears in the hail forest
Found the river's water warm at best
Penguin Birds along the perma-steam
Find the heat unbearably keen
So here we are in the arctic jungle
A mass of heat and frozen bungle
The jungle animals are searching
for their fur coats
The freezing environment is not
limited to moats
The palm trees shiver and
the mosquitoes are taking notes
Steaming hot frozen cold
The mercury is getting old
Equator arctic ring
the circle of collision it doth bring
Slurred words from the burning freeze
Arctic heat brings you to your knees

THE SILO
Since we don't live in the city
Where the buildings scrape the sky
We are limited to surroundings
That don't quite reach as high
Restricted simply by ordinance
In our small and quaint town
Structures seem to lack vision
And are barely off the ground
Enter the silo
Reach to the sky
Alone or in pairs
Cannot be denied
Scattered throughout the landscape
So rural yet so pristine
The silos are projected upward
As they occupy the scene
Engrossed by their simple beauty
From our small and quaint town
These structures invoke power
As they rise up from the ground

RASTAFARCE 
The reign of the messenJah
Has ended before it's begun
Selassie the Ethiopian Emperor
Was just a devout Christian
If he was the Lion of Judah
Or Jah as some have said
He never kissed mary jane
And Jah as he was called is dead
Rastas say they fight injustice
Oppression and poverty
They demonize the other races
And claim Ethiopia for eternity
The poor black man's Watchtower Society
They claim the Messiah has appeared
They use the ganja to get themselves closer
To a god that has yet to be feared
Spiritual inhalation of the herb
Is the silliest thing I've ever heard
Don't need no weed
to get close to God (repeat)
You can take your dope
and stick it in your rear (repeat)
No herb is needed for the service of men
The King of kings is seated at the right hand
We have no desire for the cannabis
We have the One who died for all of us

THE LEANING POLE OF GARBER'S CROSSING
I saw a light pole
Just south of the burg
Close to the incident
With the stuff in the jug
This pole like the others
Was built recently
Since then, unlike the others
It has begun to lean
Over and not straight up
The light pole one cannot ignore
By the entrance to the super store
It's tilt is seen plain as day
Its stuck in a permanent sway
The tower of Pisa
May lean a little bit
But this pole at the crossing
Wins the race for quickest lean
Was it karst topography
That caused it's angle
Or was it bending over
To try to see what
Was lying on the road

STEREROTYPE
Looking at my keyboard
Looking at my screen
I never really noticed
The sounds of my typing
I see what I know to be
I type using the home row keys
I never thought to listen to
What is heard when I strike a key
I hear the sound of my fingers
As they press the buttons
On both sides of my head
I'm a stereophonic glutton

DOUBLE H (HH)
He does not take crap
From any, all, or none
He's Hardcore Hartman
He will not be outdone
He wears a belt or two
Three, or four, or five
In the Friendly City
He's the only one that's alive

INVASION OF THE SNAKEHEAD
Carnivorous creature of the sea feeding
On any fleshly thing land or sea breathing
The labyrinth predator can crawl on land
And like the piranha it will bite a man
The channiformes can stay
out of water for 3 days
They've invaded America
and have become plague
The snakeheads can grow
to be 3 feet long
In seven states found poisoning
the anabantids can't be wrong
Banned from the states like something
from a horror movie
In Asia they are bought
for soup and are tasty

ELEMENT 112
At the Institute for Heavy Ion Research
The synthesis of an element was undertaken
With a half-life of 280 microseconds
This isotope was identified in one atom
Ununbium
The most dense atom
An element of surprise
The heaviest metal arise
Created by nuclear fusion
By bombardment of lead atoms
With high energy zinc ions
The birth of Element 112

ENVISION REALITY
There's a reality that simply can't be seen
This Truth at one time appeared as human being
When you face the Truth, as you lie awake in bed
You hear a voice that's spoken and not said
Envision reality beyond this life
Focused on beauty bowing to The Light
And it is He who is the great I Am
That calls on all of us to take a stand
Life on this earth is but a grain of sand
Salvation and forgiveness is in demand
We take this life for granted
And we think of our dreams
Look beyond our comprehension
Only one path to the Heavenlies

RIDDLE OF THE SEPTADIGITS
The second glass of milk
In the second letter round
It turns out to be the one
That makes this very sound
The prefixed situation
A deuce sandwiched between
A pair of rotated infinite signs
That's the digital scheme


BABOON RISING - Self Titled

1. Dust In The Air
2. The Shadow
3. Chronothermal Epidermis
4. Biocyber Virus Infection
5. Love Was A Cracked Head Gasket
6. Preservation
7. Conceitful Glutton
8. The Rising Of The Baboon
9. Goose Quarters
10. Cutting Blade
11. Immobile Boxes
12. A Period Is A Period, Period.

Album #11 lp 2000

All lyrics written by Rathke

DUST IN THE AIR
What is in the air
Never seen anywhere
Particles of despair
Squint all you can
You'll never see them
Or a buried stem
What could these be?
Those items unseen
It baffles humanity
The mystery is in your inner mind
These particles revealed at this time
Thanks to the angle of the light
The dust in the air comes into sight
Now that you can see
The dust that you breathe
Floating in the breeze
It surely makes you think
That even when you blink
The dust is on the brink
Now look what you've done
Inhaled it in your lungs
At least it's not dung

THE SHADOW
Running from my shadow
More deep than shallow
I cannot get away
From it I cannot stray
I try so hard to run
And it's not just for fun
It stays right on my tail
As though it's prevailed
My shadow, I cannot hide
The sun shines down
Exposition of the dark mass
Is at my side
I draw my gun at my side
I take aim
I take a shot, it does no good
It still is there I should've known
about the law
The law of light
And when I see this shadow
Closing on me
I am aware that it is there
I'll let it be
So I know now is the only way
Turn off the light

CHRONOTHERMAL EPIDERMIS
The pain of a burn is agony
In those red areas that you see
Movement is so cumbersome
The skin is tight and it's no fun
No remedy relieves the pain
Potatoes or aloe drained
What would come would suffice
Sunburn's byproduct is so nice
After the itching comes the skin
Peeling it off in sheets so thin
When it peels it feels so free
Pattern of pores revealed to me
There is nothing like this epiderm
Epidermal peeling is hard to learn
If it's peeled real slow and in control
The size of the sheets will soon roll
It's plain to see it all
Skin in sheets not small
In a drawer they will keep
Epidural cells in dead sleep

BIOCYBER VIRUS INFECTION
Cybernetic infiltration
Invading the CPU
Viral infestation
Spreading as you compute
Trojan without hesitation
It worms its way inside of you
Endangerment to your files
The data string stretched for miles
The executable has erased it all
And now it has your mouse's ball
The virus spreads up your arm
You never thought you it would harm
You get the chills and wear a coat
And wake up with a sore throat
A new virus is detected almost every day
The best thing to do is to stay away
Check the Internet for the latest fix
Don't let the hackers get you with their tricks
Virus software not up to date
No chance to quarantine
Left an open IP address gate
Contaminate what was pristine
You forgot your vitamin C
So you are infected too

LOVE WAS A CRACKED HEAD GASKET
Years ago you became my nemesis
Now in matrimony we have an alliance
From a midsummer's nightmare to a sweet dream
In an ironic twist you are the best thing to me
You covered my meal, which was more than enough
It turned out to be more than five bucks
I then gave you that ring
And you gave your heart to me
Love was a cracked head gasket
Now we have all we have in one basket
Baby your love now does go far
And we both drive decent cars

PRESERVATION
Impecible revisits to history
doomed to repeat it's self
Atempts made to steal liberty
and redistribute wealth
The domino effect of fallen nations
is evident in tyranny
In a socialized system of  invasion
the state decides your need
We must protect our given rights
Spread the knowledge shed the light
We declare our independance
From federal intrusion and dependance
We live where freedom is strong
Even if our leaders act wrong
Our founding fathers set the stage
Bring this nation back page by page
We have a document of stated rights
For which many have died
During many wars we have fought
To keep the constitution alive
If the words are read as they are
The government is small
To protect the people from afar
With justice and freedom for all
Remember the signers and the risk they took
CONCEITFUL GLUTTON
Nothing could prepare you
For the food that you chew
No one man can digest
All the overstuffed mess
And this food you don't eat
It's a kind of conceit
Flowing out like a river
Enough for your liver
What is the obvious connection
Between conceit and a glutton?
It could be that they pop buttons
It's not like all gluttons are bad
Or conceited or fat or mad
Encompassed through yourself
Humility is shelved
Deviled eggs are your taste
Other foods you take haste
Never see other goals
Other than suit your role
Flowing out like a river
Not just by a sliver

THE RISING OF THE BABOON
Over all the years some things stay true
Fads they come and go, others they stay new
Time and time again hobbies never die
Though mediocre perseverance lies
All joking aside more are to come
Sloppiness is to blame that's what makes it fun
The epitome of nausea not likely to get known
Stripped of any dignity all that left at home
What should be embarrassing is embraced with joy
Rising up like a baboon in what makes no sense at all
Things all thrown together like a dumpster at the mall
It's not the most talented act at the show
It never would have even made it in the know
As bad as it is and as sick as it sounds
Time has a way of sticking around
Though this is the case of the rising baboon
There is more to this animal than you hear in a tune

GOOSE QUARTERS
A walk down the street in the heat
A goose in a noose that was loose
A toe on its foot dipped in soot
A bowl for its soul in control
Some straw for its nest you invest
Concave or just brave all the rave
I never knew where geese made their home
Every time I've seen them they have been in roam
I see them overhead in the shape of a 'V'
Or floating in a pond next to some maple tree
Watch the wings go flap, flap
Never see it nap, nap
A goose not a duck is in luck
A fowl and not a cow or a sow
Most are all white even at night
A bird that's absurd on bean curd
Where do they live in a lid?
Or no do they go to a show?

CUTTING BLADE
Here it is - in it's form - here it is again
It is a - a little piece - a piece of metal
Found on the - on the farm - just a bit rusty
It is sharp - so very sharp - sharp on the edges
Triangular - triangular - triangular in shape
I can't believe - believe how - how it got this way
The application made
For that cutting blade
Was for chopping hay
But not on rainy days
Now it's known - it is known - what the blade is for
No mystery - to be seen - just so plain to see
Triangular - is angular - and with a sharp edge
Serrated edge - dangerous edge - clears out the hay

IMMOBILE BOXES
Stacks of boxes lie in wait
To be moved before it's too late
Some are heavy and some are light
Some are fragile and some have might
Boxes don't move on their own
Get in a groove or get on the phone
They do not dance or sing songs
Have a romance or hop a long
Interaction must take place
To move these boxes before it's late
There they still sit awaiting time
Stacked to the roof in a line
There's been no effort to do the work
Until they're moved there they'll lurk

A PERIOD IS A PERIOD, PERIOD.
Why is a dot a period
Why oh why?
It's so small and insignificant
But brings closure to words
It organizes our written language
And yet it remains a tiny, small,
Finite, little, speck of a dot, period.


DECIMATION - The Best Of The Worst

1. Barney
2. Hematoma
3. My Dog Billy
4. Persecuted Season
5. Excursions At The Pond (1982)
6. Under The Gun
7. Corkbutt
8. Homescore
9. Impeach The Pair
10. The Jug Substance Incident
11. Kayasemamba

(three new songs)
12. Lethal Liddy
13. Stone Bore Gore
14. Scaventrash
Compilation Album lp 2000
All lyrics written by Rathke except "Barney", "Hematoma", and "Kayasemamba [2000]" written by Miller

BARNEY [1987][2000]
Barney-you fu you fu FFFF

HEMATOMA [1988][2000]
Hematoma-gonna drill holes in your head
Hematoma-bang your head till your dead
Catskans-they chase the away dog
Blood clots-Purkinje shift is smog
Saline-solution in your brain
Swelled up- your going insane
Amnesia-who am I? How scary
Freon-Involuntary harry carry
Sk8 safe to avoid a Hematoma

MY DOG BILLY [1989][2000]

This may sound silly, about my dog Billy
He's the coolest dog, even in the fog
I know what your thinkin'
this guy's been drinkin'
I can't seem to find him,
maybe he went for a swim
I hope that he comes again
Where did he go?
Where's my dog Billy?
Where did he go?
Where's my dog Billy?
Does anyone know?

PERSECUTED SEASON [1991]
They fight a useless battle
They insist to slander Christ
Compulsion of deception
Their eyes squint in the Light
To hare krishna or buddah
these words of insult are not said
It's to the Word of God and Jesus
Who raised up from the dead
Hatred without reason
Blind to the truth
Persecuted season
Ignorant in what they do
Persecution of the Church
With claims it lives on greed
An overkill of futile lies
Your money we do not need
Because we live for Christ
And the world we disown
Unbelievers hate us all
Our belief they don't condone
Separate yourselves from the world
And deny it's evil ways
Since you cannot defeat Christ
Join Him and be saved
Open your eyes to the truth

EXCURSIONS AT THE POND (1982) [1993]
In the fall of 1982 we took an excursion too
Down to the muddy pond we flow
Taking with us our makeshift canoe
It was actually a kiddy pool
A great craft for three young fools
Who didn't need some tools
Just some luck and Johnny's drool
And little did we all know
Big Don tried to spoil the show
Complained about our clothes and so
We had to let our fine ship go
Excursions at the pond 1982
There we were at the stormy sea
Our sunken ship was resurrected for the
children to see. Let me tell you a little
secret: Kiddie pools are not the most
desirable sailing vessels in the world, in
fact, they suck. At the 3 o'clock hour
our craft is tossing about so. But what are
we gonna do? Are we gonna swim to shore?
Impossible! Shore must be at least 10 to
15 feet away. All you can do is bear it,
lay back with you clothes covered in mud
Big Don complaining about it. What are you
gonna do? That's what I want to know. Who
do you think you are anyway, Johnny's drool?
A Las mates! Its over to the pond we sail
And you thought the Titanic was bad.

UNDER THE GUN [1995]
Under the gun, government control
Criminal minds, out on parol
Under the gun, life on the streets
The right to bear arms only for the cheats
The velvet glove with an iron fist
Pacifist illusion, a bullet just missed
Psychotic killer, coke, dope dealer
How could they take the blame for victims
Now the laws devoured the rights of civilians
To own a gun for all the right reasons
It is a shame that our freedom is under the gun

CORKBUTT [1997]
Undeniably true
What's happened to you
Made from the bark of a tree
Now it's attached to your butt
Instead of your knee
Instead of plastic surgery
Advances in medical science
Make it possible to be
Corkbutt, Corkbutt
Cosmetically corrupt
Gluteal implants
Make your body light
Attached under the
muscle real tight
New and impressive
Physiological design
Made from pure cork
Strapped to your behind

HOMESCORE [1997]
Run to the store
Pick up some paint
Slap it on my house
That's full of holes
I try to keep my place really clean
The mess in my room is seldom seen
But that's because I keep the door closed
My chair still rocks like a rubber hose
We mow the lawn
I dig through our garbage
We wake up at dawn
And kicking to cabbage
Home is where the trash is
This is where the snakes live
IMPEACH THE PAIR [1998]
Bring the articles to the floor
The rule of law must not go out the door
Obstruction of justice and perjury
Should overpass partisan bickering
In a gauge of self ambition
A fearless misleader falls to submission
Pleaing for a censure resolution
Forget the laws of constitution
Running with his tail between his legs
He leaves himself room to beg
Falling from his legacy
Remembered only for perjury
Impeachment, Resignation
Constitution or Constipation
The media misconstrues
A friend to the establishment
A poll driven threshing floor
A vote of conscience or duty

THE JUG SUBSTANCE INCIDENT [1999]

Driving on a busy street,
No one knows nor will see
What's become a tragedy,
The aftermath revealed to me
It's a substance split from a jug,
On route 42's busy hub
It's red in color with no suds,
Almost like a jello brand rug
It's left to lie on the road,
It should be dumped in a commode
And as I drive my car by,
I just ask my self oh why
And still the questions remain,
How did this plastic jug get slain
If it were alive would it feel pain,
A mystery no one can explain
On that Sunday afternoon,
As I drove home all too soon
Did others see what did loom
the perpetrator is the goon

KAYASEMAMBA [1989,1991][2000]

Kayasemamba is living in the jungle
Color of a coconut Kayasemamba
Kayasemamba smells like a dirty sock
She is ugly, I don't like her face
Kayasemamba, why don't you take a bath
Brush all the dirt off your grubby back

LETHAL LIDDY

He's good to go and ready to launch
At the left wing, the G-man taunts
I listen to Radio Free D.C.
Hosted by G. Gordon Liddy
John Popp pulls the levers and takes the fall
Cameron Gray just takes the girls and the calls
The equipment there gives 'em all a fuss
It's East German war surplus
Even though Mrs. Liddy owns all the guns
The mike is Gordon's weapon
that has the liberals on the run
If the Whitehouse monitors this program
All the more reasons
For Liddy to take a stand
He's the one that's in demand
The unstoppable G-man
He says what's on his mind
A conservative voice to cure the blind
He served time in the joint and got no slack
And made life miserable for some poor hack
Every time prison guards call on the show
He lets 'em all know where they can go
And if you're a product of the public schools
Hear his review of and comment on the news
You'll learn more on the show than on TV
And you can dial 1-800-GG-LIDDY

STONE BORE GORE
With a twinkle in his green thumb eye
Earth tone colors reflecting tie-dye
His "claim to fame" the Internet
No brains or smarts I see as of yet
All I see is a left wing environut
Who wants to see gas engines combust
I wonder how he'd be in the ring
Pork belly slammed music theme
I know it would be just a gimmick
But, so is his political career
Walk down the aisle as a liberal limerick
He'd be an earthly creature to fear
He could give a talk in monotone
On how he would crush The Rock
The crowd would simply not condone
In his mouth they'd place a sock
Stone Bore Gore
Show him the door
What's he here for
A liar to ignore
I could see him in a little pink dress
With a picture of slick Willie on his chest
He'd smoke a cigar as he executes a move
Praising the tax on tobacco in a silly groove
"There is no controlling legal authority"
Words on his shirts that you can't get for free
His ringside manager a poor Buddhist monk
His campaign finance is to get a large chunk

SCAVENTRASH
Sometimes you can find
Some interesting things in the trash
Me and a friend of mine
Found at John C.'s dumpster, shop glasses
A garbage heap can be kind
Though it may not be very clean
One man's trash may just be seen
As another man's treasure chest
Food found we never injest
I smell the waste, but I take haste
Mostly just trash, and never any cash
Yeah, its not something recommended for kids
Even adults should not lift the lid
But, once in a while if you sneak a peek
You just may see something really neat
Do you ever wonder why a dumpster is green
Just like grass it's always seen
Sometimes you'll see them colored brown
In almost everyone something cool is found
There was a time before I went home
I looked inside and found a cellular phone
It was broken of course and covered in drool
But, driving down the road I looked really cool
When you look at a trash can
You'll never see it the same again


THE POLITICS OF PUNGENCY

1. The Jug Substance Incident
2. Albino Cheese Puffs
3. The Politics Of Pungency
4. Carpet Bugs
5. Coagulated Jelly Beans
6. Helen, My Drummer's Illin'
7. Telephone Patient
8. Staple Remover
9. Tempurate
10. Verbal Thoughts
11. Worte Konnen Nicht Ausdrucklich


Album #10 lp 1999
All lyrics written by Rathke except "Helen, My Drummer's Illin'" written by Miller

THE JUG SUBSTANCE INCIDENT
Driving on a busy street, no one knows nor will see
What's become a tragedy, the aftermath revealed to me
It's a substance split from a jug, on route 42's busy hub
It's red in color with no suds, almost like a jello brand rug
It's left to lie on the road, it should be dumped in a commode
And as I drive my car by, I just ask my self oh why
And still the questions remain, how did this plastic jug get slain
If it were alive would it feel pain, a mystery no one can explain
On that Sunday afternoon, as I drove home all too soon
Did others see what did loom, the perpetrator is the goon

ALBINO CHEESE PUFFS
Do you remember when you got a package in the mail
You looked inside of the box noticing to your avail
There was white styrofoam in the shape of a cashew nut
In that era of packaging they were referred to as peanuts
Now they are different, filled with more air
Developed by some company, to which we don't care
All you can seem to do is squeeze them out of shape
You can't make them pop, that's what I hate
Peanuts were much better, they represent nutrition
Cheese puffs full of air, intelligence forbidden
Just maybe real soon, a revolt might incur
We'll rise to the occasion and demand our legislature
To bring back peanuts and take away this crap
They stuff into our shipments, we want our styro back
Notice the snack in the box, lighter than a bag of rocks
You ask just what is that stuff, they are albino cheese puffs

THE POLITICS OF PUNGENCY
One day while in DC, I saw the epitome
The bully pulpit in detail, driving down a paved trail
A nations leader who waved & grinned
who knows where that hand has been
A security buffer all around inspecting every inch of ground
Stealing from us our hard earned dough
and wasting it from head to toe
No matter how much power the politicians obtain
In scandals, news of the hour, our nation recovers from the pain
No matter how slick he can be
He won't legislate my rights from me
A disgrace to the office occupied
He bring new meaning to a lie
He'll leave a foul taste in history
The left wing shrouded in hypocrisy

CARPET BUGS
Living in a world beneath most peoples feet
In a forest of fibrous strands, microorganisms meet and greet
You hope its at a home that no one likes to clean
When you hear the vacuum hum,
you know that suction can be mean
Afraid of children who tend to spill their soda
It soaks down to our level, a sticky mess we'll never get over
Just like bacteria on your skin
We're the carpet's version, next of kin
Even though we're clean and tidy
We know that the vacuum cleaner is mighty
Belittled though we may be in every crevice you can't see
Nothing pleases us more than when you go out the door
And if you're gone for days, we'll multiply in a daze
A front for our liberty, chaos our dependency
So don't think about ways to kick us out
We are here to stay at least for another day
COAGULATED JELLY BEANS
I would like to engage in some monologue
About a substance I've never had
And as I am confident as an air traffic guy
I've never eaten this stuff, I'm so glad
It doesn't sound very appetizing at all
But then again, what coagulation does
So bring to me your laden taste buds
If it's good it'll start a buzz
I believe all the time I've contiplated
The molecular structure involved in this
Like the stuff I saw on route 42
Inside it makes me either sick or bliss

HELEN, MY DRUMMER'S ILLIN'
Grit teeth, back beat everyone knows
Sure shot, back slot there goes the phone
Helen, my drummer's illin'
Somewhere, I think I'm failin'
Can't seem, to get it chillin'
Mark's axe, is now a wailin'
See me, back here in town for the show
Watch me, stay clear, it's all going to blow
Get down, shake down along with the band
High speed, break down make your own stand
Kiyard karma, a quizzical man
Buddhist dharma, you understand

TELEPHONE PATIENT
I don't have all day to talk to a machine
The waiting on hold can make one mean
All I want to do is ask a question
But, I'm weaved through a tree of deception
I entered my numbers on the telephone dial
But, I'll be asked for them again in just a while
No matter which option on the menu I choose
I'll transferred out to some other stooge
I hold here on this line, I've been waiting a long time
My frustration seems to continue to mount
But, I don't want them to hear me pout
I'll be so happy to hear a human voice
My anger will leave and I'll rejoice
I twiddle my thumbs as I sit in the chair
The music on hold just sounds like air
They say it's supposed to soothe the soul
It just makes the blood inside me boil
Please pick up the phone,
I know there is someone home
When will they get to me,
I have a life can't you see

STAPLE REMOVER
I really hate when i do see
Those staple removers break on me
I should just use the claws of my kitty
When you look at them they seem nice
In all actuality they really are trife
In development they weren't put under the knife
It happens the same way every time
The piece of plastic on top is the crime
When it cracks around the rivets, that's not fine
They need to make an all steel staple remover
That would solve the problems of our day
When the plastic ones break, I feel like a loser
The more metal involved makes thing's okay

TEMPURATE
Sweat dripping off the brow
It feels so cold, I could crawl in a cow
People in extremes survive, I don't see how
The only ones happy I see are owls
The heat collects in my car
I'm sure glad I don't drive too far
It's so cold I can't open the jar
So frosty, it solidifies lard
Is there a place where the temp is normal
I think even there it goes out of whack
Environuts theorize the abnormal
As the ozone hole they say will crack
When it's cold outside, think about the heat
When it's sweltering, put something on your feet
Put your mind at ease and eat a piece of cheese
Nothing can relieve, so don't buckle your knees
Drink lots of water and don't forget to freeze

VERBAL THOUGHTS
Give, a little bit of steel, a little bit of wine, a little more time
Nudge, a testimony sworn, a prefabricated horn, a tape measure forlorn
Crawl, deep into the hole, there is a little mole, crawling up the pole
Rip, through your wrinkled hand, I'm making a demand, that I don't understand
The verb is used as a command, the line is drawn here in the sand
Shove, all the leaves behind, a watermelon rind, I just can't seem to find
Laugh, just a little more, sappy to the core, running out the door
Serve, you thrashing all about, cannot hide the clout, the horse you'll mount
Mull, over all your thoughts, verbs leave you distraught, watch out don't get caught

Worte Können Nicht Ausdrücklich (instrumental)


IN THE EYE OF RIPKILE

1. Inbred Cornbread
2. Unseen Utilities
3. Ripkile Evanderlou
4. Fruit Fly
5. Melted Into Shape
6. The Authority Of Sewage
7. Hammer Time
8. Face Lift
9. Impeach The Pair
10. Discordant Immunity
11. Koils Of The Steel Ball Unwind
12. Bum Toise


Album #9  lp 1998
All lyrics written by Rathke except "Face Lift" written by guest musician Aaron Heatwole

INBRED CORNBREAD
Catastrophe in the gene pool
It happened in the plains of Nebraska
The Asian Crisis cuts profit margins
Overproduction leaves little harvest
The maize grows old in the fields
In age they begin to yield
Kernels are rotting off the cob
Decadence in harmony cell walls are robbed
Minute particles swim in the damp soil
DNAcid mingles with the other ears
What will become is a horrid sight
Next years planting will bring the plight
70 foot tall stalk rock hard corn
This inbreeding must be brought down
Howitzers and laaz rockets make it torn
It falls with a thump to the ground
Riddled with heat and led
All we have is inbred cornbread

UNSEEN UTILITIES
Underneath the streets that you drive
Rest the Water and Sewer lines
Placed there by the locality
To provide service for you and me
Our tax dollars put to good use
Water on tap, jettison refuse
From wood and terra cotta
To ductile iron and PVC
Rigid standards a whole lotta
Circulation for the city
Megalugs and thrust blocks
Keep pressurized water on track
Cleanouts and manholes
Keep sewage out of cracks
They bury them deep into the ground
They throw 57 stone all around
Compacted cover keeps them from the cold
I hope they last until we're all old

RIPKILE EVANDERLOU
Underneath the chalk eraser
We can find the mutilator
Underneath the carpet sweeper
We can find the Oscillator
Channeling the residue
No one knows what to do
Channeling a guy named Lou
No one has any shampoo
Sitting up on number 9 cloud
Belittled blue sky shroud
Sitting thinking this is too loud
Belittled by what you've vowed
Stunning views of the wasteland
Fearing for what was in your hand
Stunning views of eyes in the sand
Fearing for what is now bland
Fluid fills all of the boundary
Nothing left of the foundry
Fluid fills your adversary
Nothing left of Frankenberry
Ripkile Evanderlou
Frankenberry left her shoe

FRUIT FLY
A little small fly
I think the call it a fruit fly
It's here by my side
That I cannot deny
It buzzes by so slow
It annoys me oh so
When you smack it goes go
It's just one small creature
But it's the main feature
I would have a ruler
If I were a teacher
And when I'm busy
It's flying around
Going into a frenzy
I want to knock it down
THERE it's dead!

MELTED INTO SHAPE
Heat put to death it's old shape
A ladle couldn't hold it down
It's poured into a strong steel frame
The crackle of the torches gas
Snaps like fire in the wind
Metal turned to lava
Red slow flowing syrup
As the heat increases A mercury rising
Silver in it's purest form Impending solidification
A dull grey mass, rigid and awkward
A hardened chunk of silver
Death to the old shape, life to the new
Ugly in it's rebirth to some
But beauty to the owner and craftier
A buffer has the power to polish and shine
Bring out the glow and luster of this object

THE AUTHORITY OF SEWAGE
Just south of Exit 240
The pungency is not to pretty
But, it's not as bad as you may think
Even amongst those who raise a stink
Yeah, it's an odor I don't mind to face
But, I wouldn't want to live downwind of the place
I realize they have the authority
To treat the waste from this valley
It's not as bad as stagnate water
To me, that really does bother
And when you step foot into that plant
You might see the sewage of your aunt
Some might think these things are contrary
But, it's a process that is quite necessary
We seem to take it for granted every day
What happens to the crap that we throw away
Sewage Stinks, throw it all away
HAMMER TIME
Grand, Sledge is the man
He puts crooks in the can
Run, When they see his gun
44 magnum
Friend, Gun his only friend
Bullets it will send
Women, Can't live with 'em
No feminism
His boss, Trunk wants him lost
Miranda rights off
Doreau, Goes with the show
Sidekick in the flow
In the age of Ellen Degenerate
The best show on the air
Ran from '86 to '88
His car, It will go far
It's a green Jabar
Hey there, 2 years on the air
It's just not fair
Coarse, With Sledge on the force
His gun is his recourse
O.J., Hammer on the case
You'd be put away
Impeach, If hammer had a seat
Or was the O.I.C.
Crime, Felons doin' time
His amigo his line
Of Defense

FACE LIFT
Hey! Walk in, glad not to see you
You! Got the keys, So help yourself
Hey! Break in, Your loss becomes mine
Understand the toll when I get you
Hey! Walk in, Glad not to need you
You! Got the keys, I'll be takin' those
Hey! Break in, Your soul, my fire
Understand the toll, Ha, Ha!
Heated lead bouncing around your face
Knowing your fate when you know I can
Rage! Rage! Soulless dancing
Yeah! Yeah! Believe it
Rage! Rage! Slay the deserving
Yeah! Yeah!

IMPEACH THE PAIR

Bring the articles to the floor
The rule of law must not go out the door
Obstruction of justice and perjury
Should overpass partisan bickering
In a gauge of self ambition
A fearless misleader falls to submission
Pleaing for a censure resolution
Forget the laws of constitution
Running with his tail between his legs
He leaves himself room to beg
Falling from his legacy
Remembered only for perjury
Impeachment, Resignation
Constitution or Constipation
The media misconstrues
A friend to the establishment
A poll driven threshing floor
A vote of conscience or duty

DISCORDANT IMMUNITY
Discordant Immunity
Delegant disunity
Immoral to the beat
Frustration in the sound
No rhyme or reason
Or pattern Betrayed
Wasted hard disk space
Burned in time
Virile expose
Just to make you mad
No power just mayhem
True artistry is not here
Just madness n' stupidity
That is it's validity

KOILS OF THE STEEL BALL UNWIND
It's a big round steel ball
Koil didn't find it at the mall
It's very round and heavy
Like a cannonball Chevy
How will I polish it?
It has a thin coat of rust
Koil says sandpaper it
It will scratch it I trust
It's worth it's weight in steel
It's as solid as my heel
Is this really for real
It has on small pit or two
Like the Death Star in space it flew
But this object is a dense mass
Better not touch it or I'll kick your elbow

BUM TOISE (instrumental)


BENEVOLENT CREATION

1. Homescore
2. First Meal
3. Benevolent Creation
4. Clusterjunk Manik
5. Cauliflour Ear
6. Defy Logic
7. Blade Meets Blade
8. Sockstock
9. Molten Delight
10. Empty Plate
11. Cy-Caught-ik Love


Album #8  lp 1997
All lyrics written by Rathke except "Cy-Caught-Ik Love" written by guest musician Ethan Williams

HOMESCORE
Run to the store
Pick up some paint
Slap it on my house
That's full of holes
I try to keep my place really clean
The mess in my room is seldom seen
But that's because I keep the door closed
My chair still rocks like a rubber hose
We mow the lawn
I dig through our garbage
We wake up at dawn
And kicking to cabbage
Home is where the trash is
This is where the snakes live

FIRST MEAL
Crunchy from the store where you got it
Nutritionally no matter where you spot it
It looks good tastes great
Vitamins and minerals it does create
But you just have too much to do
You gotta go to work and tie your shoe
No time for breakfast
You woke up too late
The buzzer just went off
Oh that sound I hate
All the daylong you think to yourself
I should be eating what's on the shelf
People tend to put God in a box
Cereal belongs there but not to rot
When do you get around?
To have the time to eat
It's not as crunchy anymore
It's got the consistency
Of sweet overcooked meat

BENEVOLENT CREATION
Sitting by the fabric
Of frail humanity
There's no reason for static
If you beg or plea
No one's going to help you
In this world of ours
You have got to trust God
Do not get devoured
Throw away your guilt
And let conviction settle in
Don't harbor up anger
Against keeping Christ within
The cults will try to tempt you
Addictions bring you down
It's not how much you do
It's knowing the one who
wears the crown
Benevolent Creation
It gives it takes
Do not forsake do not mistake

CLUSTERJUNK MANIK
There's pizza in the underworld
Anchovies make your hair in curls
My tongue is twisted on a railroad tie
Nothing combusts like a flea in a pie
I can not wait to get my check
I'll mark off what I haven't done yet
Sit back and relax in your chair
I'm going to the john to get some air
Run amuck across this land
If you keep going you'll hit sand
Bowl a "10" and don't ask why
My 9-pin printer is 90 dpi
There's something fishy in my desk
It's a four-pound bass put to the test
A yellow Jacket just buzzed by
He caught and ate a horse fly
There's a lot of stuff around here
Some of it you like to keep dear
Don't fret about your guitar
It's in the back of your uncle's car

CAULIFLOUR EAR
Have you ever been on the phone before
For a long extended amount of time
Have you ever hit your nose against the door
Well its like that worse over many times
That organ on the side of your head
Scoops sound from all around
When it's pressed against the phone
Sweat's out a garden salad down
Never would I think of all the veggies that I eat
That some would grow out of my ear
No matter how hard I try or how much I pry
I cannot make it disappear
It started in my brain and now it's such a pain
I just don't understand why
Thousand Island looses out where's the sauerkraut
It's beginning to draw some flies
Hey cauliflour I'll never call you again
Your poison leaks through the telephone lines
DEFY LOGIC
Never seen such a cricket
Ever cross the road before
My cwazy little softique kitty
Catches it between his paws
It seems just a bit uncanny
Just how much a tongue sticks out
Senseless nonsense I have no cents
Bereaved to believe that none is gone
If wood is made of paper
And rye made out of bread
Laws that defy men's logic
Were put here to baffle us instead
There seems to be no thought
Or process to this game
We all have our remote controls
We all seem to be insane
No inspiration from a Big Mac or fries
Not even a soft drink to make me think of lies

BLADE MEETS BLADE

The town ordinance must be obeyed
Even if it means a species is slayed
They know it happens once a week
Their heads are chopped just like meat
When they hear the engine combust
They really wish that they could duck
Grounded firmly with their roots
There's no escape from the swinging noose
There's no chance to run nowhere to hide
Greener than green some narrow some wide
Few live long and grow tall
Others are chopped and fall
If they're lucky they'll get hit by a wheel
Most likely though they're fate is sealed
It's a grim life for those outdoors
Humans bring mayhem in their chores
An extra little boys get paid
Witness the gore when blade meets blade

SOCKSTOCK
It's long and it holds your feet. It's made of fabric
Sometimes wool sometimes cotton.
Never seen one made of steel before
Can you imagine one made of steel wool?
They keep your feet warm and protect them from callused injury
I could not be caught for perjury because they exist

MOLTEN DELIGHT
This melted piece of silver
Glows in the day of light
It's crevices deliver
In molten delight
I cannot remember
When it was done
But looking at it
And touching it is fun
There's nothing like it
In all the world
It's luster stands out
Alone as one

EMPTY PLATE
There's an empty plate
That's full of food
And of what is left
I'll just give to you
And if your belly's full
And it's sticking out
Then you porked to much
On the sauerkraut
Welcome to my restaurant
My empty plate
How it got here I can explain
You ate all my food and shoes today
Now you scared the clientele away
Set the trap for the mouse
Before he chews up my whole house
A pellet gun to the chase
Before he gets my empty plate
Fire a round in his snout
Then we'll just twist and shout
And when I find that rat
Before he finds me
I got a place where he can't feed
In the garbage I must confess
I shot him dead it was such a mess

CY-CUAGHT-IK LOVE
It's been so long since I've last seen you
An when I could see your smile, yeah
'Cause you are so beautiful
I love you so much, please come back
To meet my right there..there's my snot
I don't wanna into my garbage in words
I miss you girl I've been to low
Because you hate my guts ohhh!
My snot!
You are so beautiful, believe me
Wow wow wow yeah
Rockin dude


OUT OF BALANCE

1. Dumbfounded
2. Bird Brain On A Holiday
3. Sewer County, USA
4. There's A Law Against Breakin' The Law
5. February 14th
6. In Debt
7. Flushboy
8. Post Nasal Drip
9. Pungent Man
10. Corkbutt
11. Eddie Echo


Album #7  lp 1997
All lyrics written by Rathke except "In Debt" written by guest musician Karl Krueger and "Flushboy" written by Rathke/Miller

DUMBFOUNDED
Cross the street one day
Cars are in the way
Your chewing on some hay
You slipped on a fillet
Your going down the stairs
There are socks everywhere
And Jell-O in your hair
You slipped on your dairy air
Dumbfounded in a hospital room
Two broken legs
'cause I slipped on a broom
Fell right down under my feet
Something didn't feel real neat
I wanted to say "bleep"
'Cause I slipped on a sugar beat
Doctor said I had to drink Tab
My clothing is a bit drab
From my neighbor new shoes I'll nab

BIRD BRAIN ON A HOLIDAY
Caught in an explosion
An explosion of putrid and stench
No one knows which way
To get to the bench
In a world of confusion
Nothing seems quite fair
Except for the elephant
The elephant's dairy air
Torturous encryptions
Babbling my brain
That goes without saying
I'm sure we'll be quite insane
More lyrics to fill up this song
Make time to eat a hot dog
That's a foot long
No preparation or time to prepare
Thrown into bits and played on the air
Which you could sell to make a big profit
I'm sure all the money you'll want to pocket
Thicker in the veins and you'll be swingin'
I'll knock on your door but I'll be poor
You'll beat me out 'cause I don't have gout
I don't what else to say so I won't
Bird brain on a holiday, Nothing more left to say

SEWER COUNTY, USA
Comeback from a wretched pit
Where style and grace don't seem to fit
Changes in Gutwater
Onward to the slaughter
Changes in Gutwater
Onward to the slaughter
Sewer County, USA
The smell alone keeps me away
The smell alone keeps me down
Keeps my head to the ground
Stick it in like an ostrich
I'm never coming back again
Theres only one place worse
And that would be in a hearse
Wholesome people with a bad attitude
Especially when the giant
Brings on a tidal wave
At their only pool with great fortitude
"Chickens are us" is the motto
Imagine if they had their own lotto

THERE'S A LAW AGAINST BREAKIN' THE LAW

Who let Prince Albert out of the can?
The guilty ones pride shall keep him humble
Scoop up all the money from the wrecked armored van
'Cause of the 6 year old boy who caused such a stumble
Let me wind up my radio, bask in technology
They say don't overdose on milk if you dare
Holiday greeting card might blow up my biology
Little cabbage patch kid might eat my hair
Proposition 215 and 209
Votes of controversy to the mind
Throw one away, the other is fine
Equal opportunity for all
Throw the dope to the grind
Heard a boom sonic
A headache chronic
Six million bionics
Speak a little ebonics
First lady tried to talk to the dead
There's many of psychiatric help near by
Those cattle futures helped keep her family fed
Obstruction of justice 'n breakin' the law
I can't understand why

FEBRUARY 14TH
Blazing carnal passion
Is snuffed out by the wind
Love rears it's ugly head
As a hallowed point enters in
St. Valentine was beheaded
As ordered by the king
The only love that can be real
Can not come from a human being
Intergalactic ballistic missile
Intercepts Cupid's broken arrow
Convoluted dried up thistle
Is more appealing than you know
Romance seems way too overrated
It doesn't last, for me out dated
The media sticks to this spoof
Like puke on a hot tin roof
For every ballad I wish I had a dime
I'd be buried in currency many a time
For every chick flick that's on the
big screen
There's a hundred more to be seen
Don't people know what to celebrate
On the fourteenth of February?
Not all this pungent mush infatuate
It's Ferris Wheel Day can't you see?
It's what you want to be
Why aren't there more movies and songs
About automatic weapons and guns?
IN DEBT
Look out, you know here it comes
Money is gone, it rips you, strips you
No more fun, the deal is done
I wanted to buy a new guitar
I guess not now
Can I borrow a silver bar
To buy a dairy cow?
Whoa, thought I had it all
But no, Government and it's laws
Are coming for you
Look inside, Open wide
Moneys gone and so am I
Do you know what I mean?
I feel like a stupid machine

FLUSHBOY
Flushback-baby please don't go
Flushback-lets us out the door
Flushback-worldwide travel bureau
Flushback-sing like Elvis don't you know
I'm gonna sing that pure sweet sound
Ever since we came around
When you find them in my hands
Twice the melody is what I cram
Some sing with a joyful noise
But not me, I make an awful noise
Alby the Krul loves to drool
All over Mohammad
Alby the Krul wasn't such a fool
To use Honey Hump as a tool
I'm not much of a singer
But if saw you'd say
I was a real dead ringer
For that guy in that movie
About that girl with a dog
And they say..
Flush Flush back, baby don't go
Flush Flush back, I said no
Flushboy-wher did you go?
Flushboy-they'll never know
Flushboy-I don't even care
Flushboy-Sing in spite of me
Flushboy-We've lost all track of the melody
Flushboy-There's even no sense of the harmony

POST NASAL DRIP
Spontaneity, wake up with a cold
One day healthy, another day old
Snort anthahistome with a rubber hose
To break up this congestion in my nose
As silly as this may seem
The smell of mucous is quite keen
The aroma doesn't last too long
When it dries up the smell is gone
When your lying alone in your bed
All the snot goes to one side of your head
One side is clogged up like a drain
The other so clear air goes to my brain
I wonder where all the burgers are stored
I've never tasted one, never been that bored
I wonder why it has to be
Made up of three consistencies
One is slimy, sometimes runny
Just like honey
The other is gooey, sometimes chewy
Great with stew or a huey
The kind you flick are harder than a stick
They seem to be the easiest to pick

THE PUNGENT MAN
Take me away to the cleansing place
Where the doors of the bathroom are open wide
The shower head greets me there
My body odor I try to hide
Take me away close the shower curtain
Where you can pee in the drain and no one knows
The place that holds the shampoo and soap
When I'm clean I sit next to you and...
Pray that I won't stink forever
The pungent man will not be me
Today, I'll clean myself forever
When I'm clean, It sure feels neat
After many days in manure and mud
In the bubble bath I do confide
Scrubbing inside and around my ears
Wash under my arms and my behind
Fly me away to a cleaner world
Where there's no more stench and
can be no grime
The place that holds the shampoo and soap
When I'm clean I sit next to you and...
Here I am from the suds super bowl
Fresh and loved, I crawl out of this hole
No there's no time left for crawling in the mud
No there's no time left,
I'm too busy with the suds and..

CORKBUTT
Undeniably true
What's happened to you
Made from the bark of a tree
Now it's attached to your butt
Instead of your knee
Instead of plastic surgery
Advances in medical science
Make it possible to be
Corkbutt, Corkbutt
Cosmetically corrupt
Gluteal implants
Make your body light
Attached under the
muscle real tight
New and impressive
Physiological design
Made from pure cork
Strapped to your behind

EDDIE ECHO
I would like to page Eddie Echo
To meet me in the Cafe Commons
Edward is the mastermind
He's the one who took the time
The reason why it is this way
He's the one who wrote
He's to blame
You may ask why it's a simple one
To explain to you about this song
His genius is beyond that of
A tattooed squirrel at feeding time
His theory is pure sublime
The audience sits in awe
Captured by his vocal flaw
So if 'ole Eddie Echo would make himself known
'Cause the royalties and loyalties he doth own
If only he would come around
For all this noise we'd shoot him down

THEY NEVER CARED - Songs Of Love And Disaffection

1. Your Love (PennyWaste Revised)
2. Can't Live With 'Em
3. Love Is A Cracked Head Gasket

(new songs)
4. Kayasemamba
5. Romantic Irony





Compilation Album   ep 1996
All lyrics written by Rathke except "Kayasemamba" written by Miller/Rathke

YOUR LOVE (PENNYWASTE REVISED)
There was a time when I thought that you cared
Now the pain from losing you is all that I can bear
I sent you flowers and treated you nice
All I got from you was confusion and strife
Don't worry, your not the only one
Others have disembowed my feelings for fun
Can I ever trust again?
A stiff elbow in the cold
Your love is like getting old
You love is like the timing in this song
Your love didn't last very long
I tried so hard to be your friend
Why did you put it all to an end
Rejecting others seems to be your style
Even though we go that extra mile
For you
Oh PENNY, was I just a WASTE of time?
Why is your heart so hard to find?
Can I ever trust again?
For now I know our relationship is done
Alone again, better off, better off as one
With God, I must face reality
You are never coming back to me
Oh PENNY was I just a WASTE of time
Why is your heart so hard to find
Your love is useless can't you see
You NEVER had any love for me!

CAN'T WITH 'EM
It's been some time since you left me
Just like the others, you gave me that line
You let it be known how much you loved me
Then you said that you needed some time
Looking back at the good times we shared
How you said you'd never leave, I remember
Now it's plain to see that you never cared
Our relationship, you grossly dismembered
You left me in the cold
Getting dumped surely gets old
One thing remains to be true
I've got my coin, so who needs you
Females, so eager to deceive
They can take their lies and leave
They say that our gender is bad
It's plain to see what gender is mad
Love to you is like a toy
Breaking my heart was such a joy
The reason is I was too nice
All I want is a bowl of rice
My friends will never stab me in the back
The hypocrisy of women continues to stack
Feminazis continue to rise
They will fall to their demise
Women, can't live with 'em
It's not that we hate the opposite gender
We just hate what they've done to us
In a relationship with them we are hindered
It's gonna take some time and God to give
them our trust.

LOVE IS A CRACKED HEAD GASKET
Baby your as faithful as my '82 Datsun 310
You told me that our love would never end
You always said you'd never stop varying for me
Your sickening words of love made me want to flee
You change your mind all of the time
I'd rather change my tires than hang around with liars
Love is a cracked head gasket
All of the pieces fit in a basket
Baby your love only went so far
Now all I have is this bloody old car
Women did you think all those dates we had were free
You left me with nothing but my misery
Your Juvenile ways really made me want to yak
Even if you gave me five bucks, I wouldn't take you back

KAYASEMAMBA
Kayasemamba is living in the jungle
Color of a coconut Kayasemamba
Kayasemamba smells like a dirty sock
She is ugly, I don't like her face
You think your the greatest seducer in the world
But, you will bow in the end. To me you are scum
and petty as long as I'm in warfare. Demons
like you make me laugh. When I'm in the Word
victory is mine, Kayasemamba. You got a spear
and you try to spear us Christians, but we have
a duel edged sword which can divide sinews and bone.
Kayasemamba, why don't you take a bath
Brush all the dirt off your grubby back

ROMANTIC IRONY
A paradox certainty
It is a shame it has to be
An act of kindness and shivalry
Has left us bound for misery
Send 'em flowers and treat 'em like a queen
They won't stay long if you know what I mean
Show them respect and be real nice
They'll run ya to the ground and won't think twice
The question is why?
The answer cannot be denied
Women live for abuse
They'd rather have the noose
I NEVER have understood why their gender is this way
To put themselves in situations where their easy prey
Mental masochism imbedded in their minds
This complacency leaves little hope
for the ones of our kind
They are NEVER satisfied
No matter how hard we tried
To take advantage of our mind
Only to leave in no time
Nice guys always come last
We're sure to be treated like trash
I can't help if that's the way I am
I'm not gonna change for some woman
They say that one will come along to appreciate me
Those type are few and far between
In fact they have yet to be seen


PENNYWASTE

1. Under The Gun
2. Can't Live With 'Em
3. Mastitis Blues
4. Soup De Bugs
5. Hallow Jelly
6. Overdose On Happy Pills
7. Congo Electric Jungle
8. No Sense Nonsense
9. Your Love (PennyWaste)
10. Entrails Ripped From Produce Goods
11. FL266


Album #6  lp 1995
All Lyrics by Rathke except "Mastitis Blues" written by guest musician Jay Krueger
Alternative cover and name:



UNDER THE GUN
Under the gun, government control
Criminal minds, out on parol
Under the gun, life on the streets
The right to bear arms only for the cheats
The velvet glove with an iron fist
Pacifist illusion, a bullet just missed
Psychotic killer, coke, dope dealer
How could they take the blame for victims
Now the laws devoured the rights of civilians
To own a gun for all the right reasons
It is a shame that our freedom is under the gun

CAN'T WITH 'EM
It's been some time since you left me
Just like the others, you gave me that line
You let it be known how much you loved me
Then you said that you needed some time
Looking back at the good times we shared
How you said you'd never leave, I remember
Now it's plain to see that you never cared
Our relationship, you grossly dismembered
You left me in the cold
Getting dumped surely gets old
One thing remains to be true
I've got my coin, so who needs you
Females, so eager to deceive
They can take their lies and leave
They say that our gender is bad
It's plain to see what gender is mad
Love to you is like a toy
Breaking my heart was such a joy
The reason is I was too nice
All I want is a bowl of rice
My friends will never stab me in the back
The hypocrisy of women continues to stack
Feminazis continue to rise
They will fall to their demise
Women, can't live with 'em
It's not that we hate the opposite gender
We just hate what they've done to us
In a relationship with them we are hindered
It's gonna take some time and God to give
them our trust.

MASTITIS BLUES
What? What was that? huh?
What Jay, what? I didn't say nothin'
Yeah #58 with a hot quarter from hell
I got the mastitis blues. What did you
say Jay. So I just gave her shot and
said "there ya go girl" What did you say
Oh, Nothin' Mom. I'm just thinking out loud
to myself again. Yeah get the feed, losin'
money I ain't got. Yeah Mark got those
blues feelin too. I know it's rough, but
someone's got to do it. So, I'll get up
again tomorrow and get right back to it.

SOUP DE BUGS
Don't remember eating bugs
I realized they taste the same
The more seriously I ate things
The hungrier my belly became
I had no idea how much it cost
More bugs passed before my ears
I found out eating bugs was free
Sure beats drinking a beer
So as you hear this, know my friends
I'd love to dine with you all
Don't frown when you think of me
Eating ants at the mall
A soup de bugs
Un soup de mense
Who am I kidding
I don't speak french
These are the insects that I eat
It's not the same as meat
If that junebug was still alive
I know it would be fresh
Toilet paper surely ain't cheap
Mix it up in one big mesh
Little insect, such a simple thing
But the indigestion is hard
It makes my nose run, my feet stink
My terds come out charred

HALLOW JELLY
The rubber bullet that could
ESP Neck on a sandwich
Can I poop on your x-girlfriend's toe cheese?
Balloons are very delicious and I can't spell
Why doesn't Mr. Whiting care to yell?
Bayou of chicken nuggets
That baby looks like Gabe

OVERDOSE ON HAPPY PILLS
Life on the farm is very laid back
Koil milks the cows, Jay feeds the cats
Life is so happy, Skies all around
Bills are in the mail, I really like the browns
My hair looks good today
My room is cleaned up okay
My watch is still on time
Koil and Jay just bought a swine
Someone actually called for me
I'm about to enjoy some coffee
I'm so happy that I could cry
Don't have a dryer but my socks are dry
Food on the stove, my feet don't stink
I just clocked out my feet don't stink
I like my toilet bowl the way
That it flushes into that hole
Theres air to breath, snot on my sleeve
Twizzlers to chew, there's some on you
Got my own room, get paid soon
Eddies back in town, acting like a clown

CONGO ELECTRIC JUNGLE
(instrumental)

NO SENSE, NONSENSE
I've tried GE, I've tried Tonka
But Samsung is the best
Just close your eyes and take a breath
Snorty is a cannibal who likes to eat pork
We like to feed him well with a spork
My nose is all stuffed up I can barely breath
But if I blow with TP, I just may sneeze
I really like things that are neat
It's nice when my feet don't stink
I adore watches that are in time
I admire anything that rhymes
When you clip your toenails,
they say to cut them straight
Dialects are pretty well done mate
Feed me with a rubber band, trouble going down
Little bit of Reynolds Wrap, make it come around
A pennywaste for your thoughts
Psychologically I've been dropped
Coffee always cheers me up
It's cool when the commode can flush

YOUR LOVE (PENNYWASTE)
There was a time when I thought you cared
Now the pain from losing you is all I teddy bear
I sent you flowers and treated you nice
All I got from you was confusion and strife
But, don't worry, your not the only one
Others have disemboweled my feelings for fun
Your love is like a stiff elbow in the cold
Your love is like getting old
Your love is like the timing in this song
Your love didn't last very long
Your love is useless can't you see
You never had any love for me
You were as warm as the inside of a frozen food truck
Your tender kindness like a chameleon with it's foot stuck
Love to you is standing me up on a date
Talking to a wall helps me to relate
Can I ever trust again? My heart is Titanium alloy

ENTRAILS RIPPED FROM PRODUCE GOODS
The gore I see daily festers in my mind
It doesn't stop with watermelon rinds
Decapitated avocados thrown in a fruit juice waste
The smell of molded tomatoes lying strung
with seed half dried on the floor beyond the grocer's door
A cart wheel grabs the attention
of a plump fresh grape
The sight of it's mutilated flesh
drives customers ape
Some of it's skin sticks to the wheel
a long track of bloody juice
It's veins and seed are peeled
Putrid stench-rotting fruit
Severed bananas from their shoot
Acorn squash smashed against the wall
It slides unrecognized rot that falls
As it lies in the dumpster festering
with maggots and flies,
I prepare my paper bag for this delicious meal to try
I store it in my drawer in case I get hungry for more.
Slimy bacteria infested fungus FDA tested
My sick mind compels me to
Brutalize, Scrutinize, Analyze
Mutilated, Decapitated, Refrigerated
Fumigated, Rotting, snotting, fruit
The soft innards spew forth from kiwis
and peaches. There juices run
Sticky fingers. I'm stuck in a rut
From pulling apart cucumber guts

FL266
Running a price check on a loaf of bread
Paper or plastic going crazy in my head
Someone told me a tale about Chuck and Diane
Steve Hart is the leader in the chain of command
Pickup on the front, carts are on the lot
Make a bank run, run some back stock
As long at lunch that I am fed
Lyn Hall said "That's what she said"
Jeff Pawling is a great Kiyardo
He and others deserve a trip to Key Largo
Dastoli's in the house, Lana laughs funny
Danny's gone fishing, working for money
None of us dread going to work
We all live to be grocery clerks
No matter what dept. that we are affixed
Were in it together at FL266
Top 'o the mornin' to you
Excuse me while I tie my shoe
Is the Man on the hit list
Gloria scans at Store 266
Time to sweep and mop. Donuts are MVP
The stockers are cute, Bond is on the scene
There is some cleaning to be done
If we can't slack we can't have fun
They say that the customer is our boss
Stop the shoplifter, prevent the loss


FLABBY ROAD - Open Mouth, Insert Pick

1. Chimps Embrace Their Cousins
2. You Are Not Me
3. Love Is A Cracked Head Gasket
4. Bright And Cheery Day
5. Bombs Are Falling
6. Arnold Frueglemeister
7. Barney II
8. My Softique Coin
9. Bum Noise
10. Excursions At The Pond (1982)
11. Cheese With Lint
12. Goodbye Forever


Album #5  lp 1993

All lyrics by Miller except "Love Is A Cracked Head Gasket" and "Arnold Frueglmeister" written by Rathke

CHIMPS EMBRACE THEIR COUSINS

YOU ARE NOT ME (Instrumental)

LOVE IS A CRACKED HEAD GASKET
Baby your as faithful as my '82 Datsun 310
You told me that our love would never end
You always said you'd never stop varying for me
Your sickening words of love made me want to flee
You change your mind all of the time
I'd rather change my tires than hang around with liars
Love is a cracked head gasket
All of the pieces fit in a basket
Baby your love only went so far
Now all I have is this bloody old car
Women did you think all those dates we had were free
You left me with nothing but my misery
Your Juvenile ways really made me want to yak
Even if you gave me five bucks, I wouldn't take you back

BRIGHT AND CHEERY DAY
Open my door and run outside, what a bright and cheery day
It's a beautiful day in May and there are flowers blooming
They're so beautiful, I'm gonna pick a bouquet
Maybe I'll find some wallpaper to match them
Then I'll bring them inside and find a vase and put them
on the table Yep, Its a bright and cheery day
Gosh, it's so beautiful out,
maybe I'll go downtown and get my hair done, and get a manicure,
and maybe buy a bright , nice dress for me to wear.
I'll get my nails done.
Maybe later I'll go down and get a book of poetry,
go sit by a lake in the park and read some sonnets,
or maybe I'll just sit at home and watch my favorite soap opera.
I love the stories of love and
tragedy. Maybe I'll go to the music store and see if they
have my harp ready yet and I'll go outside under a tree
and I'll strum my harp and play dainty little melodies on it
What a bright and cherry day

BOMBS ARE FALLING
Bombs are falling, falling

ARNOLD FRUEGLEMEISTER
I once knew this guy from Afrika and you could see it in his name
He was a very rude fellow but he was pale kind the same
He, to me was exemplarity and he took my brother
And don't even look like generals since I can't go hunting
for supper tonight

BARNEY II
Here comes Barney
and he is a little trouble
Here comes Barney
and he's no Barney Rubble
Here comes Barney
he's a hasty little sore
Here comes Barney
he's a stupid dinosaur
Here comes Barney
with his Baby Bop
Barney watch out for
those Nazis

SOFTIQUE COIN
There's not to many things you can purr at
or, meow or rub other than a cat
My coin is very round and it's softique
And when you see it, you'll say "hey that's unique"
I got my self a crazy little coin
Not near as greasy as my friend the Hog Loin
It's softique and its cuddly.
Look at it everybody, it's my crazy little coin
It's very round and it's softique
Look at, Look at, Look at, Look at my
Look at, Look at, Look at my Coin, Coin
Maybe I'll quit my job and become a singer
full-time. This is what I love to do,
singing about coins.

BUM NOISE (Instrumental)

EXCURSIONS AT THE POND (1982)
In the fall of 1982 we took an excursion too
Down to the muddy pond we flow
Taking with us our makeshift canoe
It was actually a kiddy pool
A great craft for three young fools
Who didn't need some tools
Just some luck and Johnny's drool
And little did we all know
Big Don tried to spoil the show
Complained about our clothes and so
We had to let our fine ship go
Excursions at the pond 1982
There we were at the stormy sea
Our sunken ship was resurrescted for the
children to see. Let me tell you a little
secret: Kiddie pools are not the most
desirable sailing vessels in the world, in
fact, they suck. At the 3 o'clock hour
our craft is tossing about so. But what are
we gonna do? Are we gonna swim to shore?
Impossible! Shore must be at least 10 to
15 feet away. All you can do is bear it,
lay back with you clothes covered in mud
Big Don complaining about it. What are you
gonna do? That's what I want to know. Who
do you think you are anyway, Johnny's drool?
A Las mates! Its over to the pond we sail
And you thought the Titanic was bad.

CHEESE WITH LINT
Cheese, cheese, cheese with lint
Cheese, cheese, cheese with lint on top
Cheese, cheese, cheese with lint from
the dryer makes me happy
Cheese, cheese, cheese with lint feels
so soft and sappy
Please can I have some lint, oh can I have
some please?
Lint, lint, need lint, need cheese with lint
Nothing is more divine
Nothing fills my tummy like some yummy
cheese with lint, Luvy cheese with lint on it
It's divine I say

GOOD-BYE FOREVER
Good bye, this is the end, the last Baboon
We are leaving, gone forever, today you'll
have the pleasure. It's been a wild and crazy ride
with the Baboon's and now this will be our last
album together as the Baboons.


OPERATION KIYARD

1. Kayasemamba
2. Atonement Of Prayer
3. The Pig Song
4. Molly McButter
5. Purification
6. Inquiring Minds
7. 12 Volt Adaptor
8. Operation Kiyard
9. Persecuted Season
10. Where In The World Am I?
11. You Can't Trust This
12. Watermelons Of Society
13. Softique Tissue
14. Bloodshed
15. The Great Commission
Album #4   lp 1991
All songs written by Rathke except "Kayasemamba" wrtten by Miller/Rathke

KAYASEMAMBA
Kayasemamba is living in the jungle
Color of a coconut Kayasemamba
Kayasemamba smells like a dirty sock
She is ugly, I don't like her face
You think your the greatest seducer in the world
But, you will bow in the end. To me you are scum
and petty as long as I'm in warfare. Demons
like you make me laugh. When I'm in the Word
victory is mine, Kayasemamba. You got a spear
and you try to spear us Christians, but we have
a duel edged sword which can divide sinews and
bone.
Kayasemamba, why don't you take a bath
Brush all the dirt off your grubby back

ATONEMENT OF PRAYER
In my distress, I called to the Lord
From the depths of the grave, I cried
I then discovered wisdom through His Word
Extracted from the pit, where I could have died
I give thanks to you o Lord
For you have given me Your Sword
I cast my care unto You
Your will is what You do
I want to live in Your delight
Casting out darkness, living in Your Light
And as I continue to worship and praise
You have given me the atonement to pray

THE PIG SONG
I was driving in my car one day
And this big 'ole oinker came my way
He plopped down on the commode
Which was in the middle of the road
I waited for the swine to move
When all of a sudden he began to groove
I yelled and stared but the squealer
didn't care
Get out of the way you oinker
Move away you swine
If you don't move him out
So they began to shout
Finally the road crew came on time
They built a road around the swine
The pig squealed in laughter
everyone lived happily ever after

MOLLY MCBUTTER
Natural bacon flavor sprinkles
Use of this product gives you wrinkles
With real bacon and butter
It'll make you stutter
Molly's fat free, just like you and me
Only 4 calories, bring on the salaries
Molly McButter-enjoy the hearty taste
Molly McButter-enjoy the bacon waste
Sprinkle generously on anything you like
Pour it on your cereal, pour it on rice
Buy this product and you will see
Just how good Molly can be
Cause It's cholesterol free

PURIFICATION
What causes fights and quarrels?
How have they become?
Could it be my covetous desires?
Or the lust that I succumb?
I give my prayers unto the Most High
Because of wrong motives, I'm denied
Carnality causes me to stumble
God opposes the proud, gives grace to the humble
Wash your hands you sinners
Purify your hearts
From the world we've been set apart
Who am I to slander? Who am I to judge?
When I myself am guilty, the verdict from above
Revival commences in the heart
Submitting to Jesus for a new start
Ignoring the flesh and it's grumble
God opposes the proud, gives grace to the humble
Grieve, mourn, wail...

INQUIRING MINDS
I was waiting at the checkout
And I glanced to the left
When I saw a headline titled:
"Joan Collins Mysterious Death"
I picked up a magazine and turned the page
"Cher mistaken for an animal, Thrown in a cage"
"A girl Aged 5 Gives Birth to a 14 Year Old Boy"
"He was Really a Construction Worker"
This Sigmund Freud
What do these periodicals show?
What inquiring minds want to know
"Oprah Dies of Malnutrition"
"Charles Manson has a new Invention"
"Nuclear Warfare is good For Your Health"
"Donald Trump Lost All His Wealth"

TWELVE VOLT ADAPTER
(Instrumental)

OPERATION KIYARD
Kiyard (over and over again)

PERSECUTED SEASON
They fight a useless battle
They insist to slander Christ
Compulsion of deception
Their eyes squint in the Light
To hare krishna or buddha
these words of insult are not said
It's to the Word of God and Jesus
Who raised up from the dead
Hatred without reason
Blind to the truth
Persecuted season
Ignorant in what they do
Persecution of the Church
With claims it lives on greed
An overkill of futile lies
Your money we do not need
Because we live for Christ
And the world we disown
Unbelievers hate us all
Our belief they don't condone
Separate yourselves from the world
And deny it's evil ways
Since you cannot defeat Christ
Join Him and be saved
Open your eyes to the truth

WHERE IN THE WORLD AM I?
Went to Beijing, there was no king
Went to Seattle, there was no cattle
Went to Texas, found all my "x"es
I wanted to go to Maine, instead I found Spain
Went to the Alps, they lost their scalps
Went to see the Brits, they didn't shave their pits
Went to the Taj Mahal, I was looking for the mall
I wanted to go to Vladivostok, ended up in Woodstock
Went to Quebec, there were lots of rednecks
Went to Oregon and played the organ
Went to Madagascar where I bought a Japanese car
Went to Scotland Yard where I found lots of Kiyards
Went to Wyoming where I saw buffalo roaming
I wanted to go to Nigeria, but I ended up in Siberia
Where in the world am I?

YOU CAN'T TRUST THIS
Satan is a deceiver
All he wants to do is lead you
into the pit of hell
Where you will scream and yell
He fools all of you
With his lies and alibis
And he wants you to deny
The Living Son of God
Who is my Staff and Rod
Thank you Lord for blessing me
With Your death on Calvary
Your resurrection is a reflection
Of sin and it's disconnection
You can't trust this
You lead me to salvation
Now He calls me to preach unto the nation
Now we are about done so turn unto the Son

WATERMELONS OF SOCIETY
Seeds they seem like bullets
Since water flew in the sky
The rich became the shoppers
And the melons became the rinds
Produce lingers in my brain
Of melon flesh and the rain
A fruit I never liked
Nothing more remains
No seeds or no pink flesh
No one could ever see
How the ground remains mesh
Hear the shotgun sound blast
And see the melon for the last
Let's watch the melon explode
Shades of green are all I see
Watermelons of society
The melon slowly decays
The fragments that were
Melon(ies) of Supremacies
As the next one waits to die
Melons always remain the same
Rinds are always to blame
The melon begins to drain
Shades of green are all I see
Slices of what used to be
Watermelons of Society

SOFTIQUE TISSUE
Soft tissue wasn't released
Zachary Taylor is now deceased
I wonder if he ever will rest in peace
Maybe Zach ate to much garlic salt
Or maybe he O.D.ed on a chocolate malt
But either way it wasn't his fault
The test results are in,
Zachary wasn't poisoned
But he is still dead
Zachary is in a decomposed state
So we really can't tell what he ate
What ever it was-he's dead-it's too late
Since then, he's moved 3 times
Is unburial really a crime?
I guess it's better than eating slime.

BLOODSHED
At Golgotha where He was crucified
A miracle took place when he died
Sins were banished from every race
As blood dripped down his scarred face
The guards had pierced His side
To make sure He was dead
In the tomb is where He was laid
After this brutal bloodshed
His temple was destroyed
And on the third day rebuilt
Accept Jesus now
Or feel eternal guilt
Bloodshed-the price was paid for all
Bloodshed-to those who heed the call

THE GREAT COMMISSION

(Matthew 28: vs.18-20)


BOG LORE

1. Trash Can Blues
2. My Dog Billy
3. Dread Scott
4. Entrepreneur
5. Condiments
6. Soldier O' Fortune
7. Ellis Island
8. Bog Lore
9. Jaque Cortin



Album #3   lp 1989
All lyrics by Miller except "Entrepreneur" and "Ellis Island" written by Rathke

TRASH CAN BLUES
I woke up one morning , I couldn't get out of bed
I boxed outside and my hampster was dead
I had made up a song, but I had writers block
I looked outside
There was nowhere to hide
Unfortunately, it was true
I got the trash can blues
My room was a mess, you couldn't see the floor
Garbage stacked to my knees, I couldn't get out the door
All this trash in my yard, I had to get it out of my house
Everything was buried including my hampster called
Mouse

MY DOG BILLY
This may sound silly, about my dog Billy
He's the coolest dog, even in the fog
I know what your thinkin', this guy's been drinkin'
But take it from me, just wait and see
I can't seem to find him, he went for a swim
Now he's gone , all the day long
Where did he go?
Where's my dog Billy?
Where did he go?
Where's my dog Billy?
Does anyone know?

DREAD SCOTT
There's no place to run and hide
Your fate is sealed, you will be killed
Heed my advice, don't tempt the dice
Fate is calling you
Death now beckons you
There's no escape now
See you in a while
Only in the end
Will you understand
You've heard me once, you've heard me twice
You think your cool, your such a fool
Your end is near, why don't you care?

ENTREPRENEUR
Fooling with business, computer's in overdrive
Many buttons you have to press, bill has override
Just like a rubber band, your sure to bounce back
Business is good once again, now your on the right track
All of this money you had stashed, then something goes wrong
You found out the market crashed, you'll be in the hole before long
Economics on a wild rampage
Can't keep the beast in his cage
Sometimes it works sometimes it don't
It's 4 in the mornin' and your flat broke
Like a pattie in a field of manure
Your one of the many, entrepreneur

CONDIMENTS
Blatent memories, ever do leave me, ketchup I do see
Eat your hotdog plain, It's soggy in the rain, like a great dane
Like an addiction
I got a recollection
I have a recollection of condiments
Relish, ketchup, mustard, lemon juice,
pickles, onions, pepperoni anchovies, and silicon?
It's not the same, in fact it's pretty lame, with you hamburger plain
Anything that's fried, condiments must lie, or the taste will die

SOLDIERS 'O FORTUNE
I'm a crazy man, airplanes I do know
I'll go to any land, I'm only part of the show
I have a brain, yet I'm insane
I'm the faceman, women I do know
To leave another land, I'm only part of the show
I've got the look, too bad I can't cook
To the underground they went
For no crime did they commit
So if you have a problem
That no one else can solve
Call upon the Soldiers 'O Fortune
I'm the strong, jewelry I do know
I hate flying to any land, I'm a major part of the show
I'll get ya sucka, I won't just nudge ya
I'm the boss man, plans I do know
I take the team to any land, I'm the head of the show
I love it when a plan comes in

ELLIS ISLAND
We are...the land of opportunity
One land...for many peoples
Yet those...who oppose us
Don't know...what we stand for
Freedom of speech
Necessary for democracy
Freedom of press
Rarely heard but always seen
Freedom of religion
Believe what you want to believe
There is...no land like our land
Take me...to no other place
Your here...a new life to begin
We take...any kind of race
Taken across the sea
To the land of opportunity
Just take our strong hand
at Ellis Island

BOGLORE
(Instumental - folk song)

JAQUE CORTIN
Jaque Cortin is my hero


SONGS OF THE SECOND SUN

1. Hey D.J.
2. My Friend Creation
3. The Boat That Don't Float
4. The Ballad Of Lazy Joe
5. Dialogue/Bajo Pilla Oriental
extra anecdotes, Short Stuff Oriental II (Spanish fly)






Mini-Album   ep 1988

All Lyrics written by Miller except "The Ballad Of Lazy Joe" written by Rathke, "The Boat That Don't Float" written by Rathke/Miller

HEY D.J.
There's this real cool kid who goes to my skool
And A lot of people say he's really cool
He's sponsored by Burton, that's not a fact
He can pull airs on the snowy flat
His name is Dee Jaaay
Hey D.J.
This guy's no Shakey, nor Tone-Loc
More like Caballero, that's no joke
There's no one else like him in the whole district
He's the one who got the speeding ticket

MY FRIEND, CREATION
I am the creation
I am the last born
I shall coexist
Even when war torn
I have what this is about
But you don't see Kiyard Pout
I have created my own clayman
Dedicated to the kingpin
I am the creation
I am your leader
That's why you must
Pay the parking meter
I don't understand about this
This song is about, misssss
I hope you don't car, sir
But I'm just forced to quit here
TTHHHHEEE EEEEEEEEENNNND
MMYYY FFFRRRRIIEEENNND

THE BOAT THAT DON'T FLOAT
I was drivin' just a cruisin' down the road
When all of a sudden I saw a big boat
It had a fender span 22 feet wide
And it had four radicals on its sides
It was headin' strait for me
It was on it's side of the street
It's left fender I was about to meet
I was flabbergasted
I saw this boat,
This boat that don't float
I was singin', chanting my favorite song
When all of a sudden this boat comes along
It made noise like a cow in labor
Which made me want to take the elevator
It was a sight to see
It was no Masarati
It was more like the U.S.S. Glee

THE BALLAD OF LAZY JOE

It's purely sentimental
He's been around along time
He's always had grey hair
He's a logger...
...and he's lazy
They don't make 'em any more
There's no one else like him
He's an amusing anecdote
I got him from Mike
He had him a long time
His leg was still tight
He wears a brown shirt
Over some leaky pants
Sort of like combat boots
He's played many roles
In my fantasies
The relaxed figure


TRUTH, JUSTICE AND THE AMERICAN WAY

1. Truth, Justice, & The   American Way
2. The Song Jason Asked For Me To Write
3. Flaw In The Claw
4. Hematoma
5. Quayle
6. Racquetball
7. Elvis Is Alive & Well In New Orleans
8. My Name Is Raul
9. Multi-Use Sk8board
10. Ode To The Kingpin
11. Blow Me Over Olive Oil
12. Last Song
extra anecdotes, Short Stuff Oriental, and Melvis

Album #2  lp  1988
All lyrics written by Rathke except "The Song Jason...", "Hematoma", "My Name Is Raul", "Blow Me Over Olive Oil", and "Last Song" written by Miller

TRUTH, JUSTICE AND THE AMERICAN WAY
Sold out under anarchy, dictatorship, oligarchy
Equal rights, not the Klan. Under one document stand
Truth-tell no lies Justice-criminals fry
And the American Way
Things all go wrong
But were still strong,
Still we sing this song
Bill of rights in this land. Under one document stand

THE SONG JASON ASKED FOR ME TO WRITE
This is a song for Jason
I hope he likes it when it's done
He asked Mr. Mark to write it for him
To deny hid request would be a sin
Nuh uh! Really?
I'm no hillbilly!
How do you like me now?
There's no reason to have a cow!
Let's fire up on Ms. Scarecrow!
It's really the only thing to do ya know!
This song is highly worshipable!
After it's done let's go sk8 a pole!

FLAW IN THE CLAW
You ugly beast with the knife in your hand
By the end of time you'll eat that pentagram
You tried to deceive me, to pull me away
But, I have the strongest power. I'm here to stay
In the lake of fire where you fry
Burning sulfur when you die
Flaw in the claw your disease isn't working
Temptations come more than once or twice
You tried to use me as a sacrifice. I'm anti-demonic
There's only one I choose.
The Barren Cross causes you to loose
The river Styx is drying up. Satan is bleeding
The anti-Christ will die. Mesastopholis shall perish
Satan will be no more. All of his followers will
go with him. Live for the equation "sns3r"
Isn't that convenient?

HEMATOMA
Hematoma-gonna drill holes in your head
Hematoma-bang your head till your dead
Catskans-they chase the away dog
Blood clots-Purkinje shift is smog
Saline-solution in your brain
Swelled up- your going insane
Amnesia-who am I? How scary
Freon-Involuntary harry carry
Sk8 safe to avoid a Hematoma

QUAYLE
My name is Joshua Tree
My name is Daniel P. Smeinmeister
Quayle what did he do wrong?
Just a homeboy from Indiana
Legally into the National Guard
He's got national stature
He's on his way, that Quayle is

RAQUETBALL
I like the USA exactly the way it is today
Don't let our country fall into a toxic waste
We all want to see tomorrow, do something
Don't hesitate, write to your local congressman

ELVIS IS ALIVE AND WELL IN
NEW ORLEANS

I woke up one morning to the headline
of my nightmare
It's the kind of thing that gives you
a real scare
Elvis is alive and well in New Orleans
I thought the Elvis epidemic ended in 1977
Then I found out he's not in heaven
He's gonna find Parsilla and beat her again
Theres gotta be something done
Before elvis makes another album
Let's make his urine aluinurium
Elvis is alive and well in New Orleans
We should drain and sk8 his guitar pool
Bomb his graceland, yeah, that'd be cool
Put him in the arms of Alby the Krul

MY NAME IS RAUL
My name is Raul. I am the king of Norway
My name is Stuart. I am the king of Ireland

ODE TO THE KINGPIN
A new year would begin at a place of education
There is no other one like you in the nation
As the Renaissance would come to a close
Blind contours short to the nose
Understand life standing still
Field trips made in the chill
Believe in it once believe in it twice
Your everything but sugar and spice
You're multiplied attention is fried
It should actually be an undivide
Still there is time for insanity
Toleration was your only key
Kingpin, kingpin
Show me respect
Kingpin, kingpin
No, not yet
Kingpin. kingpin
Matrimony you know
Kingpin, kingpin
To the Scarecrow

BLOW ME OVER OLIVE OIL
Where's me spinach, Olive Oil?
Why blow me over, Olive Oil
Diamonds are a girls best friend, Olive Oil
That's malarchy, Olive Oil
What's all that raquet, Chris Rathke is a fiend
Wow ew ow eewaow, Why it's Sweet Pea!

MY LAST SONG
This is the last song I shall sing
When I am dong I know your ears will ring
If you don't believe me, shut your mouth up
When I get done, I'm sure you'll up chuck
Classic songs, I have sure sang
When I was through, I'm sure your ears rang
Some of my songs have stuck in your head
Songs like "Barney" make you wish you were dead


FIGWART

1. Hillbilly Man
2. Democracy In The USA
3. Poseur
4. IntroductionTo Instruments
5. Instrumental Men
6. Barney
7. WhyBother/Credit Card
8. Kill Damian
9. Biofeedback



Album #1  lp  1987
All lyrics by Rathke/Miller except "Hillbilly Man", "Poseur", and "Barney" written by Miller. "Democracy In The USA", "Kill Damian" written by Rathke

HILLBILLY MAN
Hillbilly Man, I'm a Hillbilly Man
I've got a big truck
Never thought of love
I'm a Hillbilly Man
I'm a big, big man
(baboon noises)

DEMOCRACY IN THE USA
Right now
I'm a lobbyist
I'm an anti-anarchist
I know what I want and I know how to get it
I wanna make laws, possibly
'Cause, I wanna be Democracy
Democracy in the USA
It's been here for two centuries
Anarchy, you won't get it
I wanna be democracy
Ha Ha Ha
So many ways to get what you want
I use the best, I use democracy
'Cause I wanna be democracy
'Cause I wanna be democracy
'Cause I wanna be democracy
Again I'm ticked.

POSEUR
There was a time on Earth
When the vilest of all creatures
Were the dinosaurs
Now, there is another vile creature
That stalks Earth
This creature is called.......
The Poseur
They're coming to the street
Get them now
They're coming to the street
Get them now
Poseur, Yeah
Oh come on please look you see
Attention you are giving me
A bluu bluue blee we bleee
Poseur
(baboon noises)
Poseur, Poseur, Poseur

INTRODUCTION TO INSTRUMENTS
Mark Rathke, guitars
John Doe, drums
Thomas Miller, vocals

INSTRUMENTAL MEN
(instrumental)

BARNEY
Barney, Barney, Barney
YouF, YouF,
Yabba Dabba Doo, Yabba Dabba Doo
Barney, Barneeeeeey
YouF, YouF, YouF, Yabba Dabba Doo
Barney, Barney

WHY BOTHER/CREDIT CARD

A one, A one, A one, two three four,
There goes your father
Says why do ya bother
There's nuthin right today
So why didn't you want to pay
Whatchu wanna do today
Make something up real fast
Learn how to do it with a valid
Valid Credit......
Your feelin' kinda funny
'Cause you're runnin' out of money
It's time for you to get a...Credit Card
When your out on a date
And you got your honey
You dove in your pocket
And you don't got your money
It's time for a.....Credit Card
Your feelin' kinda funny
'Cause you're runnin' out of money
It's time for you to get yourself a...
Credit Card
When your in a bind
You wouldn't leave home without it
You know you wouldn't leave without your...
Credit Card
Your feelin' kinda funny
When your out on a date
You need your Credit....Credit...Card

KILL DAMIAN
I will watch you lose you power
I'm gonna watch him die
Kill Damian, Kill Damian
I wanna watch him get shot down
Kill Damian, Death to Damian
Death to Damian
Death to satan
Death to satan
Death to satan
I wanna watch satan die
I wonder what could have possessed you to do that?
Could it be....satan?

BIOFEEDBACK
I have a friend, his name is biofeedback
Feedback
Awww, how are ya doin'?