There I'll be
In one big now
Scrapping to scrape by, survive
Going all in on the pretentiousness:
It's been a long time since I've written an Eno-esque nonsense song.
I was born squalid
Or—whatcha call it?
I’m just a big orangutan
who likes to toss his feces
I’m a young savage
Quite below average
I will hit you like a rock
And I will smash you into pieces
CHORUS: Oh, rock scissors paper
Rock scissors paper
You cut me now but I’ll cover you later
Paper rock scissors
Scissors paper rock
We tick & tock and click & cluck like a kooky cuckoo clock
Night singing skylark
Knife swinging mud shark
I’ll sweep you up and cut you down
and slice you into slivers
I got my weapon
Watch what you step in
The click-clack that you hear is just
The slicing of my scissors
Oh, rock scissors paper
Rock scissors paper
You cut me now but I’ll cover you later
Paper rock scissors
Scissors paper rock
We tick & tock and click & cluck like a kooky cuckoo clock
Oh, you silly dandy
You piece of rock candy
You’ll disappear completely like
a quicksand-sinking lover
You’re think that you an Uzi
You silly floppy floozy
You can smash and you can cut
But remember, I can cover
Oh, rock scissors paper &c.
In a classy limousine
He is often vaguely seen
Though the window’s not yet shut
You can see his shiny butt
Hover in the gloaming air
All at once, no longer there
I well remember the time around sophomore year at St John's when I had the Wall of Sound on constant rotation. Genius? Madman? Looked great in a wig. I'm looking forward to reading his prison journals or seeing the Netflix movie of same. Please Al Pacino.
From the day I saw light first
I was blessed and I was cursed
Precognition is the gift
I was made to struggle with
Let me share it clear and plain
Everyday: more of the same
I took a poke at your Love Cult, Jimmy. The original song was written to an already-existing tune with no chorus, as Dennis favors the 32-bar AABA form. I used the same form, so once again no chorus. However since Dennis thought "anthropophagic" was too hard to sing, I've cut his supper up for him and used (almost) all words of one syllable. Love cult!
Love cult, love cult
Come be part of our rite
Love cult, love cult
We only meet at night
Love cult, love cult
We sing our hymns of praise
Love cult, love cult
Just like the good old days
Boys and girls
Meet by night lit by the stars above
Make their vows
That they’ll give their lives to live for Love
Love cult, love cult
Let all love be free
Love cult, love cult
Come make love with me!