i was in your dreams last night/ and this is how we now fight. (this song features a CNC milling machine)

im just a nudist with no park/ just feel my way round in the dark/hiding under smiles/is a world dangerous with anger/discomforts when felt youd like to disengageyer/responsibility to a mindful existence/ know i cant have just one....

here we gouge out the electric eyes of the world/ right here...here we adore blind sink faucets and blind paper towel dispensers/they need a helping hand

pronouns blasted my buns/ high slitted nuns/ speaking only in pun/ white clicking tongues/ salivating on a sponge/build a house out of dung/ smile till your done....

so lofigh im scammin vistaprint/ to spread my message an pay my rent/ my laptop battery is just a keyboard stand/ dead weight for me to carry as a level this band....

lord orthodontist/ive surgically sinned/my weight in apples fed to donkeys/ a dot on the landscape/ precious and pinned/ x marks the cavity.....

i need a bag of carrots/ gotta have a crunchy snack/ wanna get some celery/ think ill rob a produce market/ get some beets broccolli and lettuce leaf/ when it comes around throw potatoes in the donation baskets

tonight was a lubricated marathon/ four hours long and three with my tongue/ but like a flock a seagulls i ran/ your singing so far away like dire straits/ now tell me please/ how do i get you off my face?

if my head were just a little bigger/ i might be able to fit a hat/ on the cold plains my microcephaly/ has proved most dangerously/ that i lack/ proper blood flow over the top of my skull/ hypothermic conditions\ my foolishness sets in....

wide round rooms in a flooded basement/ an archipelago/ submerged in laundry sudz ...

welcome to the trashion show/ this is the pick of the litter/ as far as garbage goes/ discarded treasures discovered bring hither/ old alarm clocks never die/sculpted tinfoil glitters/on plastic knives old food has dried/ plastic christmas will…

oversized lollipops in black plastic wrappers/the actual content a sour contention/between the courts and the classes/of shopkeepers and owners/ one free spot left in town/ to abide...(what the fuck does that say?)to abide tenanting of a carraige…

im gonna tell you a story/ about the war/ no, not vietnam/ no, not afghanistan/ talkin bout world war two/ but it doesnt start there/ it starts with my granpappy/ my grandfather was famous in the pacific northwest/ with his bulldozer he could…

i want very badly/to grip you and squeeze/overpower your bad feelings/overtake my own misgivings/ i wanna bury my face/ in that warm wet place/ between your thighs/ howl into that dark cavern/ may you crush my skull/ when you come/ tickled pink…

i wear a rabbit suit in public/ i like to get my wick trimmed/ silly, kinda slick though/ hard to find my own faults/ wont refuse a taco....

the first song off our new album. its caled song 11. basically a keyboard and drum solo with a locomotive horn recorded from my bedroom.

i felt it had been far too long since i penned an epic. a true ballz on the table noise epic. a visceral expose. a seventeen minute mindmeld with hot wheels spaulding. ill donate ten cents for every alonetoner who listens to it all.

how long do you think weve been doing this?