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Walk My Dolphin
03:54
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I haven’t seen a human in days
I live in a utopia, where my dolphin and I can play
We’re content being alone
After all a dolphin’s the smartest pet you can own
We watch TV while we float in the living room
When you live with a dolphin there is a lot you can do
Like look into each other’s eyes and sing
I can't talk I'm trying to walk my dolphin now
Can't you see my dolphin and me are trying to hang out
I'm not into bingo or golfing, just wanna hang with my dolphin
So I'll catch you later man
To test my dolphin’s intelligence I quiz him
I really have a dolphin, this is not a metaphor for onanism
I need a faithful pet by my side
I don’t understand why people buy pets they can’t ride
If they take my dolphin away I won’t be able to cope
Hanging out with a dolphin everyday has made me a misanthrope
But they’re getting concerned about the things we do in the dark
Having a dolphin lover is a little weird, but I think my willy should be free to do it wants
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Ten go into the water
One comes back out
Took the plunge as a man
But he's a zombie now
First the sailors feared him
But there was no need
This zombie sailor doesn't wish to
feed on men
He wants shark meat!
Shark blood!
Shark meat!
It's a shark feast!
Captain Quint undead
rises from his watery bed
to find and kill
anything with shark teeth and gills
Great white sharks and tiger sharks
and hammerheads will all be dead
Zombie Quint won't stop until he makes the big blue
red
Blood-thirsty Quint wears an apharious grin
Because tonight he dines on salted shark fin
But then something catches the zombie sailor's eye
(The doll's eye)
Giant megladon sixty feet long and jaws eleven feet wide
He wants shark meat!
Shark Blood!
Shark meat!
It's a shark feast!
Quint swims after the king of the sea
He's driven by unquenchable greed
The biggest shark he's ever seen
Is really a disguised submarine
Now zombie Quint is finally dead
The Mecha-Megladon put a tordepo through his head
Captain Quint is dead
He won't rise from his watery bed
He was killed
By a sub with shark teeth and gills
Great white sharks and tiger sharks and hammerheads
will all be fine
The Mecha-Megladon's arsenal literally blew the zombie's mind
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XxSTRAIGHTxEDGExSHARKSxX
03:08
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Straight Edge Sharks (Fish are Friends not Food)
Manatee, Why you mad at me, I am asking for your help,
I’m trying to set myself free but from grace I fell,
I know I ate your cousin, that wasn’t supposed to happen,
I’ve been trying to use my brain to bend the bars of the cage I’m trapped in Today I saw a shipwreck and gave a ride to the captain
I’m a straight-edge shark, no more blood for me,
I’m a straight-edge shark I only eat veggies,
I’m a straight-edge shark no blood for me,
I’m a straight-edge shark I don’t want to feed,
on fish friends, or on scuba-diving men,
I’m even done smoking sea-weed,
Mr Killer whale, why you look so pale when I swim past you,
I can’t change the past but what’s a shark gotta do,
To please the guys whom I wronged in fits of selfish bloodlust,
I can smell blood three miles away, but the stench of the past never goes away, look for sunken ships in the sea bowels today
Fish are friends,
They're not food,
So what you gonna do when you're at the party,
When the lobster drops her coat you see that body,
Yum. I smell chum. Must. Not. Succumb!
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Bubbles
07:10
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There’re bubbles everywhere, they’re in my hair
Bubbles dancing around my head
They’re bubbles everywhere I can't help but stare
At the bubbles above my bed
But I don’t have gills
Soon I’ll be still
And the bubbles will carry this final song to no one.
I never really liked standing still
That’s why I tried to chisel my own gills
But when I jumped into the sea
The bubbles evaded me
When there’s no air to breath
Do the neutron bounce and enjoy life in the current!
A goldfish grows to meet the size of the bowl
I always felt like my bowl was trying to swallow me whole
So I swapped my eyes for X's
Received a toilet exit
The sewer sludge tarnished my shine
But battered scales are part of life in the current
Funny things, Bubbles.
Perfectly rounded manifestations of submerged voice.
Cute little blissful bulbs devoid of intention.
I once tried to have a conversation with a wandering bubble.
The bubble didn’t come across as rude in the same way that a child preoccupied with little blocks doesn’t seem rude
It was merely oblivious-- or totally indifferent to my existence.
Now, I endeavour to interact with this bubble some more.
-- I’m watching ballet dancers performing an eloquent routine on an old Greek scale. They communicate with undulating reciprocal movements, careful to maintain balance and to keep the conversation interesting. These dancers have never met but they fully understand one another.
Their language is brash and prurient but they can never touch, or else the scale will tip. I try to engage with the dancers but a guard turns me into liquid, bottles me up and sends me back to the surf; An unintelligible message in a bottle, liquid divided from other liquid by a thin layer, like a bubble of concealed air floating without a care; an aesthetic jewel for a child.
Bubbles are tiny, jettisoned escape-pods. Indolent units bearing messages with a return address too soaked to make out.
I track this nebulous carrier further, but soon realize neither one of us is allowed to have a plan.
Our journeys are dictated by the rhythms of the deep: An inexorable drum stomp, sewn to a slimy croaking stand-up bass bludgeoning.
Siren songs reign prodigious, immaculate and lewd.
Oh that’s right I came down here in search of food, a mermaid lover to brighten my mood, but all I found was a current in the flowing glue.
Comic book voice bubbles suddenly show a sardonic glow.
The lights flicker on the ride, before dimming fully, but I feel the seemingly evasive bubble cuddle against my ear before popping as if to say “only the hopeless dark brings out the lark with numbing secrets as songs--you hoped for a dove didn’t you?”
(But it wouldn’t be right to divulge the actual message concealed in the bubble.)
All I can say is the bubble reveals a familiar voice harmonizing with the sirens. Then I remember Jeff Buckley was lost in this same river.
Many swan songs of sailors and lost-at-sea singers just come out as bubble escape pods
Last lamentations, lyrical improvisations, vicious desperate squeals for eels, remarks for sharks, riffs of authentic blues lost in the big blue, all trapped in wandering bubbles,
available to doomed people stuck in the current like me and like you.
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Shark Brilliant York, UK
Folk-Punk Anthems in the Key of Sea. NOT the vacuum cleaner of the same name. Best enjoyed chilled.
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