Looney Buns: Full Moon

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I'm staring at the ceiling watching shadows come and go
I feel the moon is reeling in the ketchup rodeo
I am putting some tzatziki on a chili pie
I feel like I am panicking but I don't know why

As the full moon is drawing a circle across the sky

I'm looking at the city turning flashlights on and off
Feel the night's turning pretty sour stroganoff
See the red lights blinking from a roof of a car
As the blood is inking the lips of a popcorn star

As the full moon is drawing a circle across the sky

The full moon is out to play tonight....

Looney Buns: Hard Beep

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Sine waves animate my feelings
Refined by flutter industry
Square games determine my thinking
Internally shorting my pins

Hard beep outruns my heart beat, each lap

Blinking lights deface my vision
It's clear, but I can't see a thing

Looney Buns: There Is No Easy Way

I'm running from zombie crowds
who want to slash open my heart
and then bath in my blood on the spot
I'm running from monster gull
who wants to smash down my skull,
and then eat out my brain, just like that

There is no easy way to play

I'm hiding from living dead
who want to rip off my head
and play soccer with it, in the rough
Running from girls who look wrong
who want to sing me a song
and then just watch me ears falling off

There is no easy way to play

I'm hiding from freaked-out guy
who wants to pick out my eyes
and then shatter my face with a nail
I'm hiding from bad breath shills
who want to sell me some pills
and then put me some bills in the mail

There is no easy way to fail

The Balding Hippies: Free-fall of All Things Vanishing

In a dining roomful of goblins, consume the treasures of your sanity. There's a bee, drinking chairman's sweat, under funny fur hat, those last drops of moisture in the pool of threats, playing hard to get.

Work with orcs, bred to smell, feeding frogs in a brand new well, wishing hell would become the very new brand of deodorant. Smell a demon in a shell, open mouth would yell, fill it up with jam or gel. Wear a suit to sell stock on a market, get some jam instead, spread it on your bed, nose that sheet, jump in that pit and go to sleep.

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Green Saucery: Deep Blue Cheese

Something smelly, corny and inexplicable.

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