Robot Dreamz

	m0bius Heaven is Down The Bean Counter Weevil County Fair 1996 Deathbed, Waterbed Glacier in the Sun Tesla's Flying Machine Education Paper and Plastic The Same Sun Underground
m0bius When two dimensions interlock and twist around themselves they form a model of a mathematic thunder, rain, and lightning storm. It spins around in space and leaves destruction in it's wake. You try to break it down, but only more will you create. No shape made as powerful By such a simple mechanism Infinitely replicating chains of subatomic prisms. The laws of physics intertwine To write your poetry, and your constructor praises you and then neglects his diety Like the universe, you grow into and ethereal ink While the blood of man is poisoned and his soul begins to shrink. But your hollow form, our savior arises from the sea And resides with in our hearts to guide us for eternity. Whirling, Twisting Turning, Spinning, Running, Bouncing, Losing, Winning, Spilling, Breaking, Halving, Shaking, Working, Flying, Living, Dying Looking through a keyhole Searching for the final flaw You boldly dash into the universe and break it's primal law. You are the foil to the plot, and exponential extacy, a ring of particles of dust with infinite velocity. Back to Top
Heaven is Down Heaven is down Hell is up. This is proven by the fact That the planets and the stars Are orderly in their movements- While down on earth, we come close to the primal chaos. There are four other proofs, But I forget them. Back to Top
The Bean Counter I count beans, it's all I do I've done it all my life And I have dreams that won't come true No matter how I try But I can count more beans than you could ever think there were. If someone asks me to count beans, I tell them, "Gladly, sir!" 'Cause I'm just fine counting beans in the meadow It's a damn big world, and I'm just a little fellow They say ignorance is bliss, but I probably couldn't tell you Whether or not what they say is true... Big beans, small beans, red beans, green beans, I know every kind. And there's no bean that I can't count not one that you could find. But if you ask me why I count them I could not tell you why. But I know I'll be counting beans Until the day I die. Back to Top
The Great Spinning Machine of Death It's a ride It's a roller coaster inside. It's a disk, It's a flying saucer ride. Just another night at the county fair, There's a family of ten in line. Now they've taken their seats and they've paid their fare But when the shuttle stops, there's nine. It's a mess An emergency inside. It's a lesson In the delicassy of life. It's a morbid kind of birthday party surprise. There's an ambulance at the carnival, It's a warm september night. And a crowd of curious onlookers Gather beneath the broken lights. Back to Top
Deathbed Waterbed Alone in his mansion He keels on the floor Stumbling around, he cannot reach the door He fumbles with the phone and dials his friend But he's not picking up And he wonders, if this is the end. Deathbed, Waterbed, sprung a leak between the head, Now he's sinking like a lump of lead. Has a few last moments, A personal prize, and he sees his whole life flashing before his eyes A birthday party at six a wedding at twenty seven He sees a bright white ladder that leads up to heaven he turns, turns to run but his body's gone cold his tired eyes glazed over his wrinkled mind, so old He faces the sun and whispers a prayer And he ascends up the steps But he is still unprepared Deathbed, Waterbed The mattress turns a dark red, Now he's sinking like a lump of lead Deathbed, Waterbed, Sprung a leak between the head, Now he's gone, now his mortal coil's shed. Death bed water bed Death bed water bed Death bed water bed Death bed water bed Back to Top
Glacier in the Sun I am the bird in the hand, I am a footprin in the sand, I am finished, I am done, I am a glacier in the sun. You are the petals, you're the fern, You're the violence, you're the burn, You're the race and you're the run, You are a glacier in the sun. We can dance, we can fight We can kiss under the moonlight We can dance, we can smell We can go and burn in hell We can laugh, we can play Fall asleep right where we lay We could live or we could die We could try. I am silly and the trite I'm the foolish and fun I'm the lonely and the quiet I'm the softly spoken pun You have a fire that's untold, It's the shell, and you're the gun, But you are sharp, and you are cold, you are a glacier in the sun. Back to Top
Tesla's Flying Machine 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... Liftoff! Friend will you come with me I have a story to tell. It starts with a strange device at the bottom of a dusty well His words are engraved inside "Be free be strong and bright These are the wings which grant A tired traveler flight." Tesla's Flying Machine Runs on fuel made of dreams And it flies tonight It's constructed in straw Breaking physical laws And it flies tonight. [ Friend, have a sip of tea and rest your tired head. Your life's an alchemy that turns thoughts into lead You have a curse, but there's one thing that you must see. I had the curse as well But I found the remedy. Tesla's Flying machine Runs a moonlight routine And it flies tonight. With the birds in the air Not one thing can compare And it flies tonight. Tesla's flying machine Runs on liquid caffeine And now we're gone. No, we don't have a plan We don't know where we'll land When it comes to dawn. Back to Top
Education I've spent so much time Filling up my mind In school I learned that I know nothing. Back to Top
Paper and Plastic I used to have a minotaur I kept him in a maze But I forgot to keep on feeding him and then he ran aways He caused a ruckus in the city, they called animal control And then my parents sold him to a farm, or that's what I am told I used to have a golden calf I raised him in my home and I took him with us went we went vacationing in rome Now he stands in colliseums drawing crowds and licking heads And they use his fur to make the softest golden threads Your gods are paper and plastic My gods are ebony Your gods are quaint and monastic My gods hold no decree Your gods are paper and plastic My gods are ivory. Your gods are sown elastic My gods will set me free I used to date a siren with the most exquisite eyes And passion ran like fire when I looked into her eyes Till she sang to me a lullaby one warm september night And the last thing I recall is being unable to fight I have a couple of medusas, they are living in a cage. And every day I change their litterbox while wearing mirrow shades I have a bonzai tree of knowledge in my rock garden of eden Growing for ten million years In my yard. Your gods are paper and plastic My gods are mahogany Your gods are quaint and monastic My gods hold no decree Your gods are paper and plastic My gods are thirty-three Your gods are ecclesiastic My gods will set me free Back to Top
The Same Sun When you were young, They all complained. And now you find, It's still the same. You had a son, The only sun, And still it shines On everyone. You tell me how The years, they fly, And yet it seems The days crawl by. We watched the time. We had our fun. And now we sing Under the same ol' sun. Back to Top
Underground We conquered space, We conqered fear We mastered the art of taming frontiers Now it's time to go underground to the only place that doesn't spin around There, we shall live in harmony Beneath the earth, and beneath the sea Liberated at last from storm and sun Perfect weather, for everyone. Drilling to the Center Of the Drilling to the Center Of the The very last days of the dinosaurs were filled with shrieks and screams and roars As the earth was covered in time-traveling tourists Eating all the food and living in their forests As the meteor came to wipe out creation The tourists retreated to their temporal stations And others watched from Mars And from stars afar, eating candy bars. Drilling to the Center Of the Drilling to the Center Of the The past is gone, the future's now We all got lost and we don't know how saturn was as cold as the sun; It was not suitable for anyone And now that we all know that God was killed By a meteorite that had free will His final commandment will sound: We must dig a hole to the underground. Drilling to the Center Of the Drilling to the Center Of the Earth. Back to Top