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A Flaming Bucket of Worms (1977​-​1986)

by A Flaming Bucket of Worms

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In Septober 04:48
I met you with your tree dog while we talked I flew from my house Contemplating bright bricks Contemplating bright bricks In Septober, you died In Septober, I broke dirt In Septober, Bill told Novem Yes I met you with your tree dog And we talked The fault was you Vim I flew from my Make Me man In Septober In Septober Right Fie Stim plip plop "I just wanted to be sure this exquisite poetry was properly maintained for prosperity." Monsieur Garone
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Listen to the scratchy feet. Tingle testes, balanced teets. They sniff and snort. Raw sewage makes them pant and drool A rat's pulse quickens at the sight of you. I'm nuts about vermin, let 'em dance on my naked ass when they're squirmin' we'll have a blast I'm just nuts about vermin "And we're nuts about you" I'm squirmin with the vermin "And we're squirmin' with you too!"
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Yes when it is cold Yes when it is hot Yes when we are wet No when we are not Ned, Cled, Fred Yes when we first drip, Yes when we die twice naded lakies hip A big no nothings vice Ned, Cled Fred Kiss my aura Is that your face? The rotten garbage place behind the mole and ground meat trace School of Meatless Forms Is that your face? The rotten garbage place behind the mole and ground meat trace School of Meatless Forms
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Uh Uh Uh Uh Knights in white dresses, and Kings in Levis bring me his head shouted Faded Glory I searched for his belt and then for his head little did he know that he was dead I went to the castle to check out the story, but found it to be quite a....torry I searched for his toe nails they were nowhere to be found I signaled left I signaled right and then I squeezed my toe with all my might "Four" the knight in the white dress was a liar I pulled off his panties and screamed "O Sire!" Uh Uh
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See Saw 03:45
With an apple in a dish In the middle of a See Saw Two mice slowly move Then I see the see saw Til we reach our goal Then the apple will be.... The apple has dried and fallen Our apple is no more No more they saw bless my hand milk the dark La ha, la la O dear In the world To sing 'bout offbeat things
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Your mother was a bastard your father was a shit and now you are creepy creepy, creepy, creepy, creepy, creepy, creepy You're creepy..... Your sister was an asshole Your brother was a jerk Your mother's grandfather was a big duty stick You're creepy...its very strange You are so creepy its comes out of your ears etc. I saw your father He was down in the boon docks Lickin' up cement blocks and spittin' 'em in the garbage He's so creepy..... You are illegitimate you creepy little snot ten pound of big duty shits is everything you've got creepy, creepy.....
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The water was so pretty The golden calm so witty The kitty My brother saw her too my kitty and you We saw the ringworms dance Inside we saw the colors growing Down By Lake Her Down By Lake Her
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A to All who am the forgotten one seeks all to replenish forgotten thoughts and cast them to a spell of complete and erotic forgetfulness I who am the forgotten one seeks all ... ok your turn now A to All will one day remember me And once again forget I remember who have deceived how he'll shout alright
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Skin, Skin, Skin... On My Nose... I don't know how it got there I honestly don't But one thing is for sure It's part of my bone Skin, Skin, Skin... On My Nose... I don't know how it got there I really, really don't But one thing is for certain Its probably part of my bone Skin, Skin, Skin... On My Nose... I don't know how it got there I really don't care But one thing for sure There's none in my hair Skin, Skin, Skin... On My Nose... I remember when I was a boy There were certain things, I was filled with joy But I never remember having things on my nose Parts of my body were underexposed Skin, Skin, Skin... On My Nose...
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Morning 02:06
This is take 1: Morning Oh look the sun Oh look, a pumpkin in heat The sky is blue The sun is coming Oh! I feel a breath of dew The birds are swinging The trees are swaying A frog just hopped Oh look, a rabbit Morning, Morning, Morning, Morning Green Grass Butterflies Oh! Thank you possum star
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Lockman 02:05
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They whisper with the wind, flowing violentely into naked rooms ladies rooms Naded lakies, laded nakies rooms Fantasy Behold For are they all told To reap the harvest kindly watch the sun set And old man told me to lock my room. Ha ha ha, Ha ha But the symphony was gone. And I grew old The shadows were gone O Symphony The melody is forgotten And the instruments have vanished But the conductor dropped his baton And the conductor dropped his pants
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Sylvester likes to play He likes to play all day He has a little ball He throws into the air It lands He knows no where Sylvester likes to read Dr Spock and Margeret Meade His mother hates his books And throws him dirty looks
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They whisper with the wind, flowing violentely into naked rooms ladies rooms Naded lakies, laded nakies rooms Fantasy Behold For are they all told To reap the harvest kindly watch the sun set And old man told me to lock my room. Ha ha ha, Ha ha But the symphony was gone. And I grew old The shadows were gone O Symphony The melody is forgotten And the instruments have vanished But the conductor dropped his baton And the conductor dropped his pants Is that your face? The rotten garbage place behind the mole and ground meat trace School of Meatless Forms Is that your face? The rotten garbage place behind the mole and ground meat trace School of Meatless Forms Yes when it is cold Yes when it is hot Yes when we are wet No when we are not Ned, Cled, Fred Yes when we first drip, Yes when we die twice naded lakies hip A big no nothings vice Ned, Cled Fred Kiss my aura
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released October 31, 1979

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