[alert_box type=”info”]Originally appeared on Clear Spot[/alert_box] I have to run so far to find a clear spot Sun’s all hottin’ and a rottin’ hot Swamp’s all rotten ‘n stinkin’ uhh Vegetation’s hot Sleepin’ in a bayou on a old rotten cot Can’t find my kind of folks havin’ fun I have to run run run run Run to find a clear spot Can’t shadow down, the sun big brown Mosquitos ‘n moccasins steppin’ all around ‘fraid I’m gonna get hit Sun’s all hottin’ and a rottin’ hot Vegetation’s hot Sleepin’ in a bayou on a old rotten cot Can’t find my kind of folks havin’Read More →

[alert_box type=”info”]Originally appeared on Clear Spot[/alert_box] Once you find out the circumstances Then you can uh go out, whoa yeah Once you find out the circumstances Then you can uh go out, whoa yeah Little girl don’t you know that the stars up above are runnin’ on love Little girl don’t you know that they’re blinkin’ at you Now the sun can sun burn you but Not as bad as those old people do, yeah Ah once you find out the circumstances Then you can uh go out, whoa yeah Little girl don’t you know that the stars up above are runnin’ on love LittleRead More →

[alert_box type=”info”]Originally appeared on Trout Mask Replica[/alert_box] I don’t wanna kill my china pig No I don’t Uh man’s gotta live Uh man’s gotta eat Uh man’s gotta have shoes t’ walk out on the street I don’t wanna kill my china pig Ell he was uh baby I want yuh t’ see I don’t wanna kill my china pig Well I used t’ go t’ school With uh’ little red box ‘n I used to have m’ pig go with me We walked for blocks I don’t wanna kill my china pig His tail curled five times in uh circle round It’s glazed He’sRead More →

[alert_box type=”info”]Originally appeared on Ice Cream For Crow[/alert_box] You hardly know a day goes by in the cardboard cutout sundown the moon popped up like a gallery duck sipped up gold from the sunny cup and longhorns sawed the buggy grass and a cowboy blew a harp sitting on his chapped ass and the prarie flowers didn’t look a bit queer and the stars struck the sand cartwheeled and poked in the prarie a cactus juice stand the only place the crows couldn’t land the bluebottle flies were as big as a cowboy’s eyes and their buzz was as loud as rattlers a fire engineRead More →

[alert_box type=”info”]Originally appeared on Shiny Beast[/alert_box] Candle shy, candle weep Fly, hot candle, leap Candle roll and fold in ball Candle large, candle small Your threads of fire burning up, Your feathers of fire winning night And turning light, and turning light Light deepest night for me, and steer for me Spin and spin Then and then When I’m dancing with my love the shadows flicker up above Up above the shadows do the Candle Mambo Candle roll and fold in ball Candle blur, candle whir Candle her, candle her While your lights are spinning round, Your feathers of fire winning night And turning light,Read More →

[alert_box type=”info”]Originally appeared on Safe As Milk[/alert_box] Call on me whenever you’re lonely and blue In my house whenever you need me to call on you At any time baby that you need love And a little of that understanding too Feel free love to call on me love cause I’m gonna call on you I’ll be there most any time of day call on me To see you baby in the same old loving way call on me If in the night you call and I’m away Leave a little note baby and I’ll be there when you say call on me I’m soRead More →

[alert_box type=”info”]Originally appeared on Lick My Decals Off, Baby[/alert_box] Oh that buggy boogie woogie sweeps me off my feet What this world needs is a good retreat What this world needs is a good two dollar room ‘n a good two dollar broom One day I was sweepin’ down by the wall I bumped a mama spider ‘n the babies begin’ to fall Off o’ my broom Now I gotta keep on sweepin’ ‘n sweepin’ ‘fore they fill the room Now that buggy boogie woogie sweeps me off my feet I gotta keep on sweepin’ ‘n sweepin’ Seems like I could keep on sweepin’ ‘nRead More →

[alert_box type=”info”]Recorded during the Bat Chain Puller Sessions, originally appeared on Doc At The Radar Station[/alert_box] Brickbats fly at my fireplace Upside down I see them in the fire They squeak and roast there Wings leap across the floor Fold up the wall shadows The window curtain ghost Throws my heart and dusts my throat My mind caught by the corner Gradually decides its safe Becomes a bat itself Flexes its little claws Curse its leather wings With loud, hollow pops Around the room Threatening to dash its brains Somehow at the last minute Retreats and becomes a natural glue And holds fast and slowRead More →

[alert_box type=”info”]Originally appeared on Trout Mask Replica[/alert_box] Master master This is recorded thru uh flies ear ‘n you have t’ have uh flies eye t’ see it It’s the thing that’s gonna make Captain Beefheart And his magic band fat Frank it’s the big hit It’s the blimp It’s the blimp Frank It’s the blimp When I see you floatin’ down the gutter I’ll give you uh bottle uh wine Put me on the white hook Back in the fat rack Shad rack ee shack The sumptin’ hoop the sumptin’ hoop The blimp the blimp The drazy hoops the drazy hoops They’re camp they’re campRead More →

[alert_box type=”info”]By Jan Van Vliet. Originally appeared on The Spotlight Kid[/alert_box] All you ever do is blabber ‘n smoke There’s ah big pain in your window ‘N all your waters turn t’ rope It gonna hang you all Dangle you all Dang you all If you don’t hurry there will be no hope Why don’t you quit actin’ like ah dope All you ever do is blabber ‘n smoke It don’t matter where you got your start Which side of your head you wear your heart Clean up the air ‘N treat the animals fair I can’t help but think you treat love like ah jokeRead More →

[alert_box type=”info”]Originally appeared on Trout Mask Replica[/alert_box] Quietly the rain played down on last of the ashes Quietly the light played down on her lashes She smiled ‘n twisted she smiled ‘n twisted Hideously looking back at what once was beautiful Playing naturally magically O’ her ragged hair was shinin’ red white n’ blue All ‘n all the children screamin’ Why surely madam you must be dreamin’ You couldn’t have done this if you knew what you were doin’ Well the gold fish ‘n the bowl lay upside down bloatin’ Full in the sky ‘n the plains were bleached white with skeletons Various species groupedRead More →

[alert_box type=”info”]Originally appeared on Lick My Decals Off, Baby[/alert_box] Come on down t’ the big dig Come on down t’ the big dig Come on t’ the big dig Singin’ the Smithsonian Institute blues Singin’ the Smithsonian Institute blues The way it’s goin’ La Brea tar pits I know you just can’t lose The new dinosaur is walkin’ in the old one’s shoes Come on down t’ the big dig Can’t get around the big dig This may be premature but if I’m wrong You can just say it’s the first time I was happy t’ be confused Singin’ the Smithsonian Institute blues Alll youRead More →

[alert_box type=”info”]Originally appeared on Clear Spot[/alert_box] Distant cousins, there’s a limited supply. And we’re down to the dozens, and this is why: Big Eyed Beans from Venus! Oh my, oh my. Boys and girls, Earth people around the circle, Mixtures of man alive. Big eyed beans from Venus, Don’t let anything get in between us. Beam in on me baby, and we’ll beam together I know we always been together, but there’s more. Mister Zoot Horn Rollo, hit that long lunar note, and let it float. Men let your wallets flop out, and women open your purses, Cause a man or a woman without aRead More →

A 50s B-movie horror called Big Eyed Beans From Venus? Could it be true? Well, no actually. Many thanks to Steve Bisette who conceived the cartoon for granting permission to feature it here. Steve writes: ‘That’s from a story I drew back in 1977 for Larry Shell’s underground comic 50’s FUNNIES; the art for the poster itself was by Joe Ragusa, a fellow cartooning school student, who collaborated with me on an overview of fake monster movies entitled “Forgotten Fears of the Fifties!”.’ Excerpted with the permission of SpiderBaby Grafix, from the comic book story “Forgotten Fears of the Fifties!” copyright 1978, 1999 Stephen R.Read More →

[alert_box type=”info”]Originally appeared on Lick My Decals Off, Baby[/alert_box] Parapliers the willow dipped Rolled roots gnarled like rakers This hollow hole don’t hold no jokers or fakers Don’t fall by no jokers or fakers Puller down to the stirrin’ hay acres Parapliers pinches uh levy ‘n pulled way thru the toe Foothills, locomotives walked ‘n sugar beets rolled Down the tracks Sunburn bounce soot off the black smokestacks Parapliers pinched up slow down the sky Blue ‘o’ poured the engineer’s voice Whstlin’ down low ‘n piped like clacks By the ol’ scarecrow ‘n pots ‘n pans burn the fireman’s hands till the Kettle leaped fireRead More →

[alert_box type=”info”]Originally appeared on Strictly Personal[/alert_box] Beatle bones ‘n’ smokin’ Stones The dry sands fall The strawberry mouth; strawberry moth; strawberry caterpillar Strawberry butterfly; strawberry fields The winged eel slither on the heels of today’s children Strawberry feels forever Yeah, roosters, ol’ glass roosters, stick to your race In a drag-queen, live-wood farmhouse Tractors are clawin’; the folks are crawlin’ Trees in a row climbing a coach and I blow rich Red, blue, yellow sunset Where I set and you set; and I’ve loved and you’ve loved And I’ve seen and you’ve seen Salt Man has just made his mark – and crumbled The darkRead More →