Body Snatchers – Schizophrantic Umbrella
(Double Feature)
Schizophrantic Umbrella directed by Exact
I’m all about obsessive compulsive disorder,
obs-e-ss-ive com-pul-sive dis-order.
Say it,
OH – SEE – DEE
Louder and clearer madam!
I’m obsessing over this CD!
But check this out champ –
I’m a weeeeeird mother fucker!
I’ve been venting over these rainy days.
My head has been going so many ways.
In the toilet – in the sink,
wait a second – the (uurrrrrgh! griiiiind!)
Ah cah berry pronantz mah worz –
My tongue has kissed the garbage disposal.
But you know – the touch wasn’t right.
Right – right!
Rituals say I touch it again.
Like twister.
Tongue on the garbage disposal –
right hand on the cutting board,
left foot in the stove.
Mangled.
But today is different.
I’m going out.
Out and about.
Tootles with my umbrella –
: O
Swinging to the swigging beats of a mutilated Broadway,
Audience concave, exothermic entertainment convex,
A prick’s complex,
Get the context?
Anyway dude -
I hope you really didn’t think I was going out,
I hope-
I HOPE!
I hope I spit in your face.
Rub it in between your wrists.
Cut me.
Don’t bark.
Are you there?
Hello?
I’m seeing fever abstracts –
jig!
I can dance good for a white man.
Leave me on 17th and Cross.
Body Snatchers Directed by Atticus
tractor casualty-
the beam talks with phases set to
[abnormality]
abdomen stripped to sinnue
harpsichord
to tickle extraterrestrial
symphony- a duet
strobe probe percussion
music
detuned on the human pallet
with an english accent,
back up voca-
list of demands to
human flutes-
to play nooses without
drowning in double bass
movements
-a new ear drum
line of unidentified flying
conscience.
it smells like little green men-
thol leaves
and aborted babies;
pluck my wash basin bass
made of umbilical cords
plugged back in
to outties-
innies inhale AV cables
with poor connection
-this specimen makes
a poor conductor!
corneas boiled
in aluminum foil-
dried with petroleum jelly
and electroshock
jock radio
-body snatcher just want boogie!
wrapped in achilles
and too many amputated left feet
they can't dance to the beat-
the murmurs
of abducted subjects
wear pattern similar to plad
-another scream overlapped
the one two step
of stepping on toes
in shoes made for...
they don't wear shoes
walking less then a mile
in the human b-boy
buoyancy-
oh boy! this is taking awhile
don't run with scissors
sister, but-
tap dance with scalpel
lab coat and open asshole
-cut a rug!
let me borrow
that one's spine-
boa vertebrae draped over
shoulderless slopes
-360 degree reverberation
of the neck breaking
now I can dance to this!
that's what I call a twist
-wall flowers
and intergalactic soul trains
beware,
mars has a head start
on the human heart-
beat box cardboard hip
thieving,
hop on another's leg
kind of two step
to come "correct"
.. I believe is how it's said.
the pitch white
lights the contrast of fluttering
eye lash-
this depeshe mode
disco ball
room dance needs a hand
to take the lead..
Iiiiiiiii'll take that my good man.
Credits
My Sanity
Your Sake
Our Time