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Old 12-24-2006, 04:36 PM   #1
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Lost Keys (Blame Hofmann) Rosetta Stoned

Excuse me, Doctor, do you have a moment?
A moment? What's the question?
More of a situation, a gentleman in Exam 3.
What's the problem?
That is the problem: we're not sure.
You've got the chart?
Right here.
Hmm...not much here, is there?
No Doctor, no obvious physical trauma, vitals are stable.
Name?
No sir.
Did someone drop him off, maybe we can speak to them? Let's get some background on this fellow.
No ID, nothing, and he won't speak to anybody.
Well then, let's say hello.
Good morning, I'm Dr. Watson. How are you today? How are you today? Look son, you're in a safe place, we want to help, in whatever way we can. But you need to talk to us, we can't help you otherwise. Now, what's happened?
Tell me everything.

Alright then ... picture this if you will.

10 to 2am, X, Yogi DMT, and a box of Krispy Kremes,
in my "need to know" pose, just outside of Area 51
Contemplating the whole "chosen people" thingy
when a flaming stealth banana split the sky like one would hope
but never really expect to see in a place like this
Cutting right angle donuts on a dime and stopping right at my Birkenstocks,
and me yelping...

Holy fucking shit!
Holy fucking shit!
Holy fucking shit!
Holy fucking shit!
Holy fucking shit!
Holy fucking shit!
Holy fucking shit!

Then the X-Files being,
Looking like some kind of blue-green Jackie Chan with Isabella Rossellini lips,
and breath that reeked of vanilla Chig Champa
Did a slow-mo Matrix descent
outta the butt end of the banana vessel and hovered above my bug-eyes,
my gaping jaw,
and my sweaty L. Ron Hubbard upper lip,
and all I could think was:
"I hope Uncle Martin here doesn't notice that I pissed my fuckin' pants."

So light in his way,
Like an apparition,
He had me crying out,
"Fuck me
It's gotta be
the Deadhead Chemistry
The blotter got right on top of me
Got me seein' E-mutha-fuckin-T!"

And after calming me down
with some orange slices
and some fetal spooning,
E.T. revealed to me his singular purpose
He said, "You are the Chosen One,
the One who will deliver the message.
A message of hope for those who choose to hear it
and a warning for those who do not."
Me. The Chosen One?
They chose me!!!
And I didn't even graduate from fuckin' high school

You'd better...
You'd better...
You'd better...
You'd better listen

Then he looked right through me
With somniferous almond eyes
Don't even know what that means
Must remember to write it down
This is so real
Like the time Dave floated away
See, my heart is pounding
'Cause this shit never happens to me

Can't breathe right now!

It was so real,
Like I woke up in Wonderland
All sorta terrifying
I don't wanna be all alone
While I tell this story
And can anyone tell me why y'all sound like Peanuts parents?
Will I ever be coming down?
This is so real
Finally, it's my lucky day
See, my heart is racing
'Cause this shit never happens to me

Can't breathe right now!

You believe me, don't you?
Please believe what I've just said!
See the Dead ain't touring
And this wasn't all in my head.
See, they took me by the hand
And invited me right in.
Then they showed me something
I don't even know where to begin

Strapped down, my bed
Feet cold, eyes red
I'm out of my head
Am I alive? Am I dead?
Can't remember what they said
God damn, shit the bed

Hey ...

Overwhelmed as one would be, placed in my position
Such a heavy burden now to be the One
Born to bear and bring to all the details of our ending,
To write it down for all the world to see

But I forgot my pen
Shit the bed again ...
Typical

Strapped down, my bed
Feet cold, eyes red
I'm out of my head
Am I alive? Am I dead?
Sunkist and Sudafed
Gyroscopes and infrared
Won't help, I'm brain dead
Can't remember what they said
God damn, shit the bed

I can't remember what they said to me
Can't remember what they said to make me out to be the hero
Can't remember what they said
Bob help me!
Can't remember what they said

Don't know, won't know
Don't know, won't know
Don't know, won't know
Don't know, won't know
Don't know, won't know
Don't know, won't know
Don't know, won't know
Don't know, won't know
Don't know, won't know
Don't know, won't know
Don't know, won't know
Don't know, won't know

God damn, shit the bed!
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