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Three Ocs: Three Keys
Squared Blues – In A Micronglish Dialect
Walku happě along the roadě
Gladě eatu soupu on a coldem daye
Loveu youhoo, but without hoo, amnot with youyem
Givem yoyé a paira of socků
Without nighty, canemenot to sleep, canunot neither
But against the nightě, daybreak always fighte
And with nightou, comé allých light endou
And with thatem, all caneme in peacě to rest
In anticipationě of the nextuhoo breaku of dayu
Walku slowě down the streetě
Gladě noteatu poopu on a silverem platteře
Situ next to yoyé and smelluješ so sweetě
Wantu to stay on thisem benchu with youyem for a longem timě
Readuješ meyé a booku shortou, and readuju yoyé longerou,
And then sayeme, “Goodou Nightu!”
Within the Area
Something new to chew on
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An inversion of the melody
Is a reflection of the harmony
Just one note over ii, V, I
With fifty modes – well, minus one
Lydian Square (Jar Lyd)
Need fire to grow
Muscle tear to build
Dead leaves feed the tree
Learning from a book
Experience in life
Might be different things
But they say something’s
Better than nothing
Integration
Mandobas
It’s difficult to draw a map
To meet you when I don’t know where I am
And you keep moving all around
And I do too so we can’t be found
I’d like to take you to the place
That neither of us have ever gone
That makes us feel like we’re home
To somewhere where we’ve always known and loved
To meet you when I don’t know where I am
And you keep moving all around
And I do too so we can’t be found
I’d like to take you to the place
That neither of us have ever gone
That makes us feel like we’re home
To somewhere where we’ve always known and loved
Look Out
Look out, see the clouds again
Look up, see the sunlight again
Stare out, as far as you can
Peer through your screen
Open the door, go out
Look up again
Purple Dinosaurs
It’s not always easy with you
I love hearing all about it; yes, I do
The trick is not like crossing the road in rush hour
Nor like cranking up an old rusty motor
It’s more, and I see this everywhere now
That the moment I speak, POW!!
Your eyes are tremoring with attention on a box of light that’s in your hands
And as I reach a point or two and there is no response at all from you, I say that
Purple Dinosaurs are flying overhead above
The blue volcano hurling tadpole soup with bread, and all
The mother fish they use to make the caviar that’s
Oozing out of your nose – that’s it I’m going to the bar
It often takes a few lines before a word lands
Sometimes blue volcano, or caviar, depends
If it’s not Purple Dinosaurs flying overhead
Did it really matter what it was I said?
Apocalypse Girl
The girl of my dreams has woken me up
Stirring me up from my slumber only to find that
Poof – she’s gone – a fuzzy nightmare
The kind where you only remember you had it
I can’t go back to sleep, not to her dreams
But staying awake means seeing this place at night
When Oof – it’s bad, a skuzzy fright scare
In times like these when I think that I need
My Apocalypse Girl
It’s times like these when I know that I need
My Apocalypse Girl
Instead of “how about dinner and a movie whenever?”
We can dodge mines and deactivate bombs together
In lieu of our white house with a picket fence, yeah
Turns out building a log cabin wasn’t such a bad idea
It’s pretty nice here on our compound
Make sure the guards see you as you come round
And watch out for Woof – the dogs – the ‘Bitemare’
But love can lose meaning without something to lose
And be that something to lose when its meaning’s lost
But finding you is like finding roots in the side of the well
We’ll climb out of this hole and into another
We lost the world – but I found you
My Apocalypse Girl
When I’m with you I never sleep
Never thought I’d meet my dream girl in a wuzzie nightmare
Neučte Roboty (Cover of Olympic’s Czech Hit)
Sly Op ’21
It’s top secret, it’s classified
On a need-to-know, it’ll self-destruct
This operation, it’s a mission
To carry out, once annually
Operation: Your B.I.R.T.H.D.A.Y. = Your Bd Is Really The Happiest Day All Year
Square Rock Idea
Square Subdom Idea
Leaving
[Featuring a homemade instrument]
Pop, Corn, Buck It
This is not the end of us
It doesn’t mean a thing
The truth will really set us free
We’ll make it if we try
(No , we’re doomed)
Sweet Sixteenth
Nonsense
Three Ocs: Leaping Lyds
