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Lyrics & Poems...

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Oranges

Oranges... decide the day... oranges
Oranges... decide the day
Oranges are the cause of the rain
Oranges are the cause of the insane
(because of the insane)
Oranges are the beautiful trees
Oranges are both you and me

Oranges are the cause of the day
Oranges are the only way
Facing the nation
Across the land
(because of the insane)
Across the sea
To the foreign land

Everything is oranges
(repeat)

^{(c) 1998 Chris Fitts tofg... song from CD, Daep}

Twice today

Twice today
I fell into the river
I fell to the bottom
And I was standing there
I looked all around
To see all these clams
And they were all
Just laughing at me
I didn't know why
They were laughing at me
Had I done something
Funny?
All I know for sure
Is that I was underwater
And being laughed at
By a bunch of clams.

^{(c) 1994 Chris Fitts tofg... song from CD, Summer: (or Mom and Dad) - original version on Spinach:
                         An .mp3 file of this song is on my MP3.COM page}

Feathers Float

Feathers Float
On puffs of air
Like dog champions
On the mountain
Flying to the
Villages below
Giving the people
Food
Feathers Float
On puffs of air
Like dead dog spirits
Digging their way
Through to the afterlife
To meet their
Dead dog spirit
Friends

^{(c) 1993 Chris Fitts tofg... computer recitation from CD, Salamander:}

So High

Feels just like you're not around
I don't hear familiar sounds
TV's on but you're not there
See ya flying through the air

Gonna take hold of your hand
Gonna go up in the sky
Gonna watch the clouds fly by
Gonna be up there so high...

Sea monster attacks the town
You move in without a sound
Tell him to go back to sea
But he reaches out for me

Gonna take hold of your hand
Gonna go up in the sky
Gonna watch the clouds fly by
Gonna go up there so high...

^{(c) 1994 Chris Fitts tofg... song from CD, Summer: (or Mom and Dad)}

My Brain is Dead

My brain is dying...
Well, ok... It's dead
Seething hatred
With teeth clenched
Whistling at the passing cars
A bone crushed
An organ punctured
No surgeon can resist
But none will acheive
For my brain is dead
The pushy extrovert task
Squirrels of red pulp
Fall from the wounds
Such sweet media
As I move to see...
Water.

^{(c) 1995 Chris Fitts tofg... musical segment from It's Stupid Music Stupid}
 

Trailor Time

Preloading Subjects
Abound macnormal
There's two things you need
To pay attention to
The survey-
Type of sample
Type of questions they are asking
The telephone
The TV
Conections are made...

Oh what... Oh what...
Is Trailor Time...

Measure conviction
And contract increases
The plate of ROAST BEEF
Is sandwich are none...

The train... The train...
The Trailor Time...

^{(c) 1989 Chris Fitts tofg...  song from CD, ThankYouBluePeach}