September 4, 2014

Tuli Kupferberg interrupts track nine of it crawled into my hand honest

Grope Need, Pt. 1/Tuli, Visited By the Ghost of Plotinus/More Grope Need [0:43]

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February 8, 2012

Whenever I see
The moon on the shore.
Or read Copper Vision
by Marianne Moore
Or see a piano leg touching the floor
Or kiss a frog with a Lincoln Log
I get horny. Horny, horny, horny, horny, horny.

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October 5, 2011

Naphtali “Tuli" Kupferberg
who is dead now, bless his soul
sings Life is Funny

G-d Bless Tuli, Steve Jobs, Barak Obama and those guys in DC working hard to represent americans and whatever it is we all represent.

And G-d Lord of Hosts bless those people occupying wall street.

Amen

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September 14, 2011

mayor daley that porkomorph he shot down his yodeling friends

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August 29, 2011

River of Shit. By the Fugs
from “It Crawled into my Hands, Honest!”

No more flapjacks of sorrow!

 for @nunchakuu

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July 27, 2011

Do not surround me with wreathes of flowers
nor place upon my body the signs of a fetish
nor crescent, cross, phallus or sun
but bury me in an apple orchard
that I might touch your lips again
bury me in an apple orchard
that I might touch your lips again

Look at me when you glance
at the spring apple flower
speak of me into a breeze
blowing over your fingers
taste of me when your lips taste the froth
foaming out of the apple meat

Do not surround me with wreathes of flowers
nor place upon my body the signs of a fetish
nor crescent, cross, phallus or sun
but bury me in an apple orchard
that I might touch your lips again
bury me in an apple orchard
that I might touch your lips again

Burial Waltz

from it crawled into my hands, honest

for the right honourable marvin

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July 24, 2011

Ramses II is dead, my love
he’s left from Memphis for heaven
Ptah has taken him in the solar bargue
and walked him to nuit’s celestial shores

Ramses II is dead, my love
he’s wandering the plains where the Blessed live
Ptah and Ra and Sokaris too
are taking him on the Celestial boat

Ramses II Ramses II Ramses II
With the Savior
He walked to his bier
Where his pylons did wave
With the flags of his victorys

Ramses II is dead
he died and he lies in the boat
he’s floating down those cool grey waters
to his tomb by the Nile’s surging wave

Standing in the harsh harsh grey granite
Standing by Ramses forever!
with a coffin of gold and the pretty pale carvings
lifting you to heaven

Heaven was waiting for Ramses II
he’s gone to great Ptahs huge side

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July 11, 2011

Leprechaun
by the fugs

from "It Crawled into my Hands, Honest"

for @IlllllllllllllI

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April 23, 2011

"When will i know?"

from “It Crawled Into My Hand Honest”

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April 21, 2011

WHEN THE MODE OF THE MUSIC CHANGES THE WALLS OF THE CITY SHAKE

When the mode of music changes
When the mode of music is changed
When the mode of music changes
The walls of the city shake

He who does not dance neither shall he eat
He who does not prance neither shall he drink
He who won't romance neither can he think
He who does not dance neither shall he eat

You can have the men who make the laws
You can have the men who make the laws
You can have the men who make the laws
Give me the music makers

When beauty barks I heel
When beauty barks I heel
When beauty barks I heel
When beauty barks I heel

Beware a man who is not moved by sound
Beware a man who is not moved by sound
Beware a man who is not moved by sound
He'll drag you to the ground
drag you to the ground

Come dance with me come dance with me in Johnson's land<
Come dance with me and we'll beat that hooary band

Music have alarums to wild the civil breast
Music have alarums to wild the civil breast
Music have alarums to wild the civil breast
It does not bring me rest
It does not bring me rest

But in the bitter end
This wildness brings me rest
I sleep in the eye of the storm
and in the startling end
bluewhiteness makes me calm
I dream in the eye of the wind

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