Monday, August 04, 2003
Mr. Tong Bliss' Journal: "Spent this morning simultaneously reading Lee Ann Brown's Polyverse and watching National Lampoon's European Vacation. "
The Scottish Rite: "The fifth scene closes the grand climax. It borrows not its light from the rising or setting sun, nor derives its splendor from the moon. It is a flight, which only the genius of Loutherbourg could reach.
It is a view of the Miltonic Hell, cloathed [sic] in all its terrors. The artist hath given shape and body to the � fiery lake bounded by burning hills. He follows closely the descriptions of the poet. Belzebub and Moloch, rise from the horrid lake, and Pandemonium appears gradually to rise, illuminated with all the grandeur bestowed by Milton, and even with additional properties, for serpents twine around the doric pillars, and the intense red changes to a transparent white, expressing thereby the effect of fire upon metal. Thousands of Demons are then seen to rise, and the whole brightens into a scene of magnificent horror. "
It is a view of the Miltonic Hell, cloathed [sic] in all its terrors. The artist hath given shape and body to the � fiery lake bounded by burning hills. He follows closely the descriptions of the poet. Belzebub and Moloch, rise from the horrid lake, and Pandemonium appears gradually to rise, illuminated with all the grandeur bestowed by Milton, and even with additional properties, for serpents twine around the doric pillars, and the intense red changes to a transparent white, expressing thereby the effect of fire upon metal. Thousands of Demons are then seen to rise, and the whole brightens into a scene of magnificent horror. "
Percy Shelley born today--
this from my favorite, Epipsychidion:
"At length, into the obscure Forest came
The Vision I had sought through grief and shame.
Athwart that wintry wilderness of thorns
Flashed from her motion splendour like the Morn's
And from her presence life was radiated
Through the grey earth and breanches bare and dead;
Through the grey earth and branches bare and dead;
So that her way was paved, and roofed above
With flowers as soft as thoughts of budding love;
And music from her respiration spread
Like light, -all other sounds were penetrated
By the small, still, sweet spirit of that sound,
So that the savage winds hung mute around;
And odours warm and fresh fell from her hair
Dissolving the dull cold in the froze air:
Soft as an Incarnation of the Su,
When light is changed to love, this glorious One
Floated into the cavern where I lay,
And called my Spirit, and the dreaming clay
Was lifted by the thing that dreamed below
As smoke by fire, and in her beauty's glow
I stood, and felt the dawn of my long night
Was penetrating me with living light:
I knew it was the Vision veiled from me
So many years-that it was Emily."
this from my favorite, Epipsychidion:
"At length, into the obscure Forest came
The Vision I had sought through grief and shame.
Athwart that wintry wilderness of thorns
Flashed from her motion splendour like the Morn's
And from her presence life was radiated
Through the grey earth and breanches bare and dead;
Through the grey earth and branches bare and dead;
So that her way was paved, and roofed above
With flowers as soft as thoughts of budding love;
And music from her respiration spread
Like light, -all other sounds were penetrated
By the small, still, sweet spirit of that sound,
So that the savage winds hung mute around;
And odours warm and fresh fell from her hair
Dissolving the dull cold in the froze air:
Soft as an Incarnation of the Su,
When light is changed to love, this glorious One
Floated into the cavern where I lay,
And called my Spirit, and the dreaming clay
Was lifted by the thing that dreamed below
As smoke by fire, and in her beauty's glow
I stood, and felt the dawn of my long night
Was penetrating me with living light:
I knew it was the Vision veiled from me
So many years-that it was Emily."
Self Portrait Sessions: "We moved to New York. Lookin' back, it really was a stupid thing to do. But there was a house available on MacDougal Street, and I always remembered that as a nice place. So I just bought this house, sight unseen. But it wasn't the same when we got back. The Woodstock Nation had overtaken MacDougal Street also. There'd be crowds outside my house. And I said, 'Well, fuck it. I wish these people would just forget about me. I wanna do something they can't possibly like, they can't relate to. They'll see it, and they'll listen, and they'll say, 'Well, let's get on to the next person. He ain't sayin' it no more. He ain't given' us what we want', you know? They'll go on to somebody else. But the whole idea backfired. Because the album went out there, and the people said, 'This ain't what we want,' and they got more resentful. And then I did this portrait for the cover. I mean, there was no title for that album. I knew somebody who had some paints and a square canvas, and I did the cover up in about five minutes. And I said, 'Well, I'm gonna call this album Self Portrait.' "
Sunday, August 03, 2003
Saturday, August 02, 2003
Friday, August 01, 2003
Glorious Noise - Sam Phillips Dead: "Phillips: 'Jerry. Jerry. If you think that you can't, can't do good if you're a rock and roll exponent—'
Lewis: 'You can do good, Mr. Phillips, don't get me wrong—'
Phillips: 'Now wait, wait, listen. When I say do good—'
Lewis: 'You can have a kind heart!'
Phillips: 'I don't just mean, I don't mean just—'
Lewis: 'You can help people!'
Phillips: 'You can save souls!'
Lewis: 'No! No! No! No!'
Phillips: 'Yes!'
Lewis: 'How can the Devil save souls? What are you talking about?' "
Lewis: 'You can do good, Mr. Phillips, don't get me wrong—'
Phillips: 'Now wait, wait, listen. When I say do good—'
Lewis: 'You can have a kind heart!'
Phillips: 'I don't just mean, I don't mean just—'
Lewis: 'You can help people!'
Phillips: 'You can save souls!'
Lewis: 'No! No! No! No!'
Phillips: 'Yes!'
Lewis: 'How can the Devil save souls? What are you talking about?' "
Tuesday, July 29, 2003
John Ashbery - The Academy of American Poets: from "For John Clare"
"It is possible that finally, like coming to the end of a long,
barely perceptible rise, there is mutual cohesion and interaction. The
whole scene is fixed in your mind, the music all present, as though you
could see each note as well as hear it. I say this because there is an
uneasiness in things just now. Waiting for something to be over before
you are forced to notice it. The pollarded trees scarcely bucking the
wind--and yet it's keen, it makes you fall over. Clabbered sky.
Seasons that pass with a rush. After all it's their time
too--nothing says they aren't to make something of it. As for Jenny
Wren, she cares, hopping about on her little twig like she was tryin'
to tell us somethin', but that's just it, she couldn't
even if she wanted to--dumb bird. But the others--and they in some way
must know too--it would never occur to them to want to, even if they
could take the first step of the terrible journey toward feeling
somebody should act, that ends in utter confusion and hopelessness, east
of the sun and west of the moon. So their comment is: 'No comment.'
Meanwhile the whole history of probabilities is coming to life, starting
in the upper left-hand corner, like a sail."
"It is possible that finally, like coming to the end of a long,
barely perceptible rise, there is mutual cohesion and interaction. The
whole scene is fixed in your mind, the music all present, as though you
could see each note as well as hear it. I say this because there is an
uneasiness in things just now. Waiting for something to be over before
you are forced to notice it. The pollarded trees scarcely bucking the
wind--and yet it's keen, it makes you fall over. Clabbered sky.
Seasons that pass with a rush. After all it's their time
too--nothing says they aren't to make something of it. As for Jenny
Wren, she cares, hopping about on her little twig like she was tryin'
to tell us somethin', but that's just it, she couldn't
even if she wanted to--dumb bird. But the others--and they in some way
must know too--it would never occur to them to want to, even if they
could take the first step of the terrible journey toward feeling
somebody should act, that ends in utter confusion and hopelessness, east
of the sun and west of the moon. So their comment is: 'No comment.'
Meanwhile the whole history of probabilities is coming to life, starting
in the upper left-hand corner, like a sail."
Monday, July 28, 2003
Rockford Log
Insurance salesman eating a malted with a wooden paddle out of a paper cup with well-spaced diamonds, hearts, clubs and spades. Ask for Oly sign at the demolition derby. Seneca construction workers. Blue plastic alligator checkbook cover. The hard clack of typewriters in the insurance office. Brown miniskirt with three pink bands. A sports shirt under a maroon jacket with interlocking emerald and blue faux-Escher shapes.
Insurance salesman eating a malted with a wooden paddle out of a paper cup with well-spaced diamonds, hearts, clubs and spades. Ask for Oly sign at the demolition derby. Seneca construction workers. Blue plastic alligator checkbook cover. The hard clack of typewriters in the insurance office. Brown miniskirt with three pink bands. A sports shirt under a maroon jacket with interlocking emerald and blue faux-Escher shapes.
Jordan:"Jim lugged a foam rubber window display spray painted brown to look like a brownie from Thompson and Prince to Dyckman and Broadway. He gave an extra wiffle kit to a family of three kids on the A."
Sunday, July 27, 2003
Friday, July 25, 2003
Thursday, July 24, 2003
Puck of Pook's Hill (Project Gutenberg): "Dan handed over his big one-bladed outdoor knife, and Puck began to carve out a piece of turf from the centre of the Ring.
'What's that for - Magic?' said Una, as he pressed up the square of chocolate loam that cut like so much cheese.
'One of my little magics,' he answered, and cut another. 'You see, I can't let you into the Hills because the People of the Hills have gone; but if you care to take seisin from me, I may be able to show you something out of the common here on Human Earth. You certainly deserve it.'
'What's taking seisin?' said Dan, cautiously.
'It's an old custom the people had when they bought and sold land. They used to cut out a clod and hand it over to the buyer, and you weren't lawfully seised of your land - it didn't really belong to you - till the other fellow had actually given you a piece of it -'like this.' He held out the turves. "
'What's that for - Magic?' said Una, as he pressed up the square of chocolate loam that cut like so much cheese.
'One of my little magics,' he answered, and cut another. 'You see, I can't let you into the Hills because the People of the Hills have gone; but if you care to take seisin from me, I may be able to show you something out of the common here on Human Earth. You certainly deserve it.'
'What's taking seisin?' said Dan, cautiously.
'It's an old custom the people had when they bought and sold land. They used to cut out a clod and hand it over to the buyer, and you weren't lawfully seised of your land - it didn't really belong to you - till the other fellow had actually given you a piece of it -'like this.' He held out the turves. "
Forests -- The Shadow of Civilization: "Far spread the moorey ground a level scene
Bespread with rush and one eternal green
That never felt the rage of blundering plough
Though centurys wreathed springs blossoms on its brow
Still meeting plains that stretched them far away
In uncheckt shadows of green brown and grey
Unbounded freedom ruled the wandering scene
Nor fence of ownership crept in between
To hide the prospect of the following eye
Its only bondage was the circling sky
One mighty flat undwarfed by bush and tree
Spread its faint shadow of immensity
And lost itself which seemed to eke its bounds
In the blue mist orisons edge surrounds
Now this sweet vision of my boyish hours
Free as spring clouds and wild as summer flowers
Is faded all--a hope that blossomed shall ever be
Inclosure came and trampled on the grave
Of labours rights and left the poor a slave
And memorys pride ere want to wealth did bow
Is both the shadow and the substance now.' "
Bespread with rush and one eternal green
That never felt the rage of blundering plough
Though centurys wreathed springs blossoms on its brow
Still meeting plains that stretched them far away
In uncheckt shadows of green brown and grey
Unbounded freedom ruled the wandering scene
Nor fence of ownership crept in between
To hide the prospect of the following eye
Its only bondage was the circling sky
One mighty flat undwarfed by bush and tree
Spread its faint shadow of immensity
And lost itself which seemed to eke its bounds
In the blue mist orisons edge surrounds
Now this sweet vision of my boyish hours
Free as spring clouds and wild as summer flowers
Is faded all--a hope that blossomed shall ever be
Inclosure came and trampled on the grave
Of labours rights and left the poor a slave
And memorys pride ere want to wealth did bow
Is both the shadow and the substance now.' "
Saw a lizard at the top of the road run out from the rocky brush and stop on the faded divider. Encouraging it toward the safety of the wooded hill on the other side I was able to see its snake-like downhill controlled tumble, feet up, until it wanted to stop in which case the feet acted as brakes. And fast.
: "In a spot were a bard or a readable book Is as scarce as good food in famine Five muck worms their own honest callings forsook & must needs a new calling be a shamming Theyd heard of famd parnuss its fountains & daughters & ryhme turnd their brains topsy turvy So they thought if they een got a dip in its waters Twoud cure as the sea cures the scurvy"
Then there is the day itself. As was a custom of old "..to dress out stools with a cushion of flowers, so our Lady's bottom would be met softly. A layer of clay is placed on the stool, & therein is stuck with great regularity an arrangement of all kinds of flowers, so close as to form a beautiful cushion. These are exhibited at the doors of house in the villages, & at the ends of streets & cross-lanes of larger towns where the attendants beg money from passengers, to enable them to have an evening feast & dancing." Also "This custom, the Romans saw, as part of their rites. Feast of the Lares, or Household Gods, who presided as well over the house a streets. This mode of adorining the seat or couch of the Lares was beautiful, & the idea of reposing them on aromatic flowers, & beds of roses, excellent. And so do the folk worship still."
Poems of the Middle Period, Volumes III and IV: "The Midsummer Cushion (named for the local Helpston children's custom of inserting wild flowers into rectangles of turf to make 'cushions' of flowers and grasses) "
Wednesday, July 23, 2003
Guardian Unlimited Books | Review | A life corrected: "'Meanwhile, I move them from one room to another, one shelf to another, one pile to another, and may spend three hours looking for a book without finding it, but sometimes having the satisfaction of coming upon six or seven others which serve my purpose just as well.'"
Robert Burns - Robert Burns as 'Dirt and Deity': "'When proud misfortune's ebbing tide recedes,' he wrote in one letter, 'you will bear me witness, that when my bubble of fame was at the highest, I stood, unintoxicated, with the inebriating cup in my hand, looking forward with rueful resolve to the hastening time when the blow of Calumny should dash it to the ground, with all the eagerness of vengeful triumph.' "
Henry David Thoreau - Thoreau on Taxes, Huckleberries, 'Civil Disobedience': "'I proceeded to finish my errand, and, having put on my mended shoe, joined a huckleberry party who were impatient to put themselves under my conduct; and in half an hour—for the horse was soon tackled—I was in the midst of a huckleberry field, on one of our highest hills, two miles off, and then the State was nowhere to be seen.'"
Tuesday, July 22, 2003
Happy Birthday George Clinton!!!
my favorite P-funk song:
Funkentelechy
Yo, this is mood control (yo-ho!)
Saying you might as well pay attention (this is mood control)
You can't afford free speech
(mood, mood, mood, someone's funking with the mood!)
Mood control is designed to render funkable
Ideas brought to you by the makers of Mr. Prolong
Better known as Urge Overkill
The pimping of the Pleasure Principle
Oh, but we'll be pecking lightly
Like a woodpecker with a headache
'Cause it's cheaper to funk
Than it is to pay attention
You dig?
Huck-a-buck
A-Lo and behold, someone's funking with the mood control
When you're taking every kind of pill
(deprogram, program)
Nothing seems to ever cure your ill
(peck me lightly like a woodpecker with a headache)
When you're taking every kind of pill
(Funk! The nonprofit organization)
Nothing seems to ever cure your ill
Where'd you get your funk from (where'd you get that funk from?)
Heh! Name that feeling!
Would you trade your funk for what's behind the third door?
The big deal!
Heads I win, tails you lose!
How do you spell relief?
Huck-a-buck, sucker!
When you're taking every kind of pill
(Ho! The bigger the headache, the bigger the pill)
Nothing seems to ever cure your ill
When you're taking every kind of pill
(You deserve a break today)
Nothing seems to ever cure your ill
(Have it your way)
Where'd you get that funk from?
(Ooh, who was that? ha ha ha ha ha ha, ohh ohh ohh)
The salvation of inspiration is the motivation
Fasten your safety belt
While I take you face-to-face with the nosiest computer I know
Where'd you get that funk from?
When I count to ten I want you to jump up! Stay there!
Oh, ho! But don't come down til I Flash the Light.
You deserve a break today, have it your way
Funk is not domestically produced. Ho!
There's nothing that the proper attitude won't render...funkable.
Where'd you get your funk from? Funktism! Hey!
When you're taking every kind of pill
(Mood control!)
Nothing seems to ever cure your ill
When you're taking every kind of pill
(Urge overkill!)
Nothing seems to ever cure your ill
(yeah, ho!)
Where'd you get that funk from?
(Program)
Where'd you get that funk from?
(Deprogram)
(And reprogram)
?????
Heads I win, tails you lose (how do you spell relief?)
Would you trade your funk...for this? (you deserve a break today)
Or that? (have it your way)
A funk a day keeps the nose away...ain't it true!
I ain't gonna hold the lettuce, the pickles or the mustard (ha ha!)
Yo!
Step up and dance until I tell you to come down
You deserve a break today, sucker!
I'm gonna flash the light and flop the j, down again????
This is mood de-control
Saying pay more attention
For free speech is high finance
possible funkability???
Ho, Let the funk begin!
Do anybody have change for funk?
Where'd you get your funk from?
Oh yes, this is heavyweight funk
Put up your dukes, haha!
You want to funk around with me, oh!
This is mood de-control, yo-ho!
The home of the P.Funk, the Bomb
Mind your wants 'cause there's someone that wants your mind
When you're taking every kind of pill
(The bigger the headache, the bigger the pill)
Nothing seems to ever cure your ill
(How do you spell relief?)
When you're taking every kind of pill
(The bigger the headache, the bigger the pill)
Nothing seems to ever cure your ill
(whoa, this is the big pill)
(yeah, ho!)
Where'd you get that funk from?
(there they go again, there they go again)
(You might as well pay attention, free speech is too high)
Where'd you get that funk from?
(Huck-a-buck! Ho!)
(You deserve a break today)
(How do you spell relief?)
Where'd you get that funk from?
(Hey, wind me up!)
Yeah!
Take it to the bridge, hahaha
Let's take it to the stoop???
This is mood control
Funkentelechy (program,deprogram,reprogram)
Funkentelechy (how's your funkentelechy)
Funkentelechy (I got you back into turnaround)
Funkentelechy (right now, so y'all space)
Funkentelechy (heavyweight funk/hey ????!)
Funkentelechy (rump to rump, we)
Funkentelechy (shall get down)
Funkentelechy
Funkentelechy (how's your funk?)
Funkentelechy (how's your funkentelechy?)
How's your funk-en-te-lechy?
How's your funk-entelechy?
(x2)
How's your funk-en-te-lechy? (When you're taking every kind of pill)
How's your funk-entelechy? (Nothing ever seems to cure your ill)
(x2)
Where'd you get your funk from? (ho!)
You're in the presence of your future
You deserve a break today
Have it your way
I ain't gonna hold the lettuce, the pickles or the mustard
A funk a day keep the Nose away
Mind your wants 'cause someone wants your mind
Funk is a non-profit organization
Peck me lightly, like a woodpecker with a headache
'Cause funk is not domestically produced
It is responsive to your mood
You can score it any day
On WEFUNK, we-funk, HO!
Name that feeling, baby
This is mood de-control
Program, reprogram and deprogram
Funkentelechy (how's your funkentelechy?)
Funkentelechy (you might as well pay attention free speech is too high)
Funkentelechy (we are specially programmed for your p's????)
Funkentelechy (unfunky possibilities arrive for the makers of urge overkill)
Funkentelechy (and not your funky funny bone)
Funkentelechy (you deserve a break today so name that feeling)
Funkentelechy (would you trade your funk for what's behind the third door)
Funkentelechy (the big deal, heads I win, tails you lose)
Funkentelechy (there's nothing that funk will not render funkable)
Funkentelechy (this is mood decontrol, urge you to Funk On!)
Funkentelechy (oh ho, how's your funk-en-tel-echy?)
Funkentelechy (ideas brought to you by the makers of urge overkill)
Do not respond
This has been a test
Ha ha ha ha ha!
And once again the Pleasure Principle has been rescued
With the aid of the funk
(this is Mr. Prolong)
How's your funk-en-te-lechy? (I have to leave early today, ha ha ha)
And in doing so, (How's your funk-entelechy?)
Freed the possibilities of funk beyond compare (How's your funk-entelechy?)
Program, deprogram, reprogram (How's your funk-entelechy?)
When you're taking every kind of pill (How do you spell relief)
Nothing ever seems to cure your ill (You deserve a break today)
When you're taking every kind of pill (ha ha ha ha)
Nothing ever seems to cure your ill (have it your way, this is the doctor)
When you're taking every kind of pill
(saying, the bigger the headache, the bigger the pill)
Nothing ever seems to cure your ill (what's happening?)
Ha ha ha
Sucker!
How's your funk?
How's your funk? (what's happening?)
Funkentelechy (x2)
Funkentelechy (I want you to stay up there until I tell you to come down)
Funkentelechy (Check your funk pressure)
Funkentelechy (fly on)
Funkentelechy (ain't nothing but a party, baby)
Funkentelechy
How's your funk-entelechy?
How's your funk-en-te-lech-y?
How's your funk-entelechy? (Heads I win tails you lose!)
my favorite P-funk song:
Funkentelechy
Yo, this is mood control (yo-ho!)
Saying you might as well pay attention (this is mood control)
You can't afford free speech
(mood, mood, mood, someone's funking with the mood!)
Mood control is designed to render funkable
Ideas brought to you by the makers of Mr. Prolong
Better known as Urge Overkill
The pimping of the Pleasure Principle
Oh, but we'll be pecking lightly
Like a woodpecker with a headache
'Cause it's cheaper to funk
Than it is to pay attention
You dig?
Huck-a-buck
A-Lo and behold, someone's funking with the mood control
When you're taking every kind of pill
(deprogram, program)
Nothing seems to ever cure your ill
(peck me lightly like a woodpecker with a headache)
When you're taking every kind of pill
(Funk! The nonprofit organization)
Nothing seems to ever cure your ill
Where'd you get your funk from (where'd you get that funk from?)
Heh! Name that feeling!
Would you trade your funk for what's behind the third door?
The big deal!
Heads I win, tails you lose!
How do you spell relief?
Huck-a-buck, sucker!
When you're taking every kind of pill
(Ho! The bigger the headache, the bigger the pill)
Nothing seems to ever cure your ill
When you're taking every kind of pill
(You deserve a break today)
Nothing seems to ever cure your ill
(Have it your way)
Where'd you get that funk from?
(Ooh, who was that? ha ha ha ha ha ha, ohh ohh ohh)
The salvation of inspiration is the motivation
Fasten your safety belt
While I take you face-to-face with the nosiest computer I know
Where'd you get that funk from?
When I count to ten I want you to jump up! Stay there!
Oh, ho! But don't come down til I Flash the Light.
You deserve a break today, have it your way
Funk is not domestically produced. Ho!
There's nothing that the proper attitude won't render...funkable.
Where'd you get your funk from? Funktism! Hey!
When you're taking every kind of pill
(Mood control!)
Nothing seems to ever cure your ill
When you're taking every kind of pill
(Urge overkill!)
Nothing seems to ever cure your ill
(yeah, ho!)
Where'd you get that funk from?
(Program)
Where'd you get that funk from?
(Deprogram)
(And reprogram)
?????
Heads I win, tails you lose (how do you spell relief?)
Would you trade your funk...for this? (you deserve a break today)
Or that? (have it your way)
A funk a day keeps the nose away...ain't it true!
I ain't gonna hold the lettuce, the pickles or the mustard (ha ha!)
Yo!
Step up and dance until I tell you to come down
You deserve a break today, sucker!
I'm gonna flash the light and flop the j, down again????
This is mood de-control
Saying pay more attention
For free speech is high finance
possible funkability???
Ho, Let the funk begin!
Do anybody have change for funk?
Where'd you get your funk from?
Oh yes, this is heavyweight funk
Put up your dukes, haha!
You want to funk around with me, oh!
This is mood de-control, yo-ho!
The home of the P.Funk, the Bomb
Mind your wants 'cause there's someone that wants your mind
When you're taking every kind of pill
(The bigger the headache, the bigger the pill)
Nothing seems to ever cure your ill
(How do you spell relief?)
When you're taking every kind of pill
(The bigger the headache, the bigger the pill)
Nothing seems to ever cure your ill
(whoa, this is the big pill)
(yeah, ho!)
Where'd you get that funk from?
(there they go again, there they go again)
(You might as well pay attention, free speech is too high)
Where'd you get that funk from?
(Huck-a-buck! Ho!)
(You deserve a break today)
(How do you spell relief?)
Where'd you get that funk from?
(Hey, wind me up!)
Yeah!
Take it to the bridge, hahaha
Let's take it to the stoop???
This is mood control
Funkentelechy (program,deprogram,reprogram)
Funkentelechy (how's your funkentelechy)
Funkentelechy (I got you back into turnaround)
Funkentelechy (right now, so y'all space)
Funkentelechy (heavyweight funk/hey ????!)
Funkentelechy (rump to rump, we)
Funkentelechy (shall get down)
Funkentelechy
Funkentelechy (how's your funk?)
Funkentelechy (how's your funkentelechy?)
How's your funk-en-te-lechy?
How's your funk-entelechy?
(x2)
How's your funk-en-te-lechy? (When you're taking every kind of pill)
How's your funk-entelechy? (Nothing ever seems to cure your ill)
(x2)
Where'd you get your funk from? (ho!)
You're in the presence of your future
You deserve a break today
Have it your way
I ain't gonna hold the lettuce, the pickles or the mustard
A funk a day keep the Nose away
Mind your wants 'cause someone wants your mind
Funk is a non-profit organization
Peck me lightly, like a woodpecker with a headache
'Cause funk is not domestically produced
It is responsive to your mood
You can score it any day
On WEFUNK, we-funk, HO!
Name that feeling, baby
This is mood de-control
Program, reprogram and deprogram
Funkentelechy (how's your funkentelechy?)
Funkentelechy (you might as well pay attention free speech is too high)
Funkentelechy (we are specially programmed for your p's????)
Funkentelechy (unfunky possibilities arrive for the makers of urge overkill)
Funkentelechy (and not your funky funny bone)
Funkentelechy (you deserve a break today so name that feeling)
Funkentelechy (would you trade your funk for what's behind the third door)
Funkentelechy (the big deal, heads I win, tails you lose)
Funkentelechy (there's nothing that funk will not render funkable)
Funkentelechy (this is mood decontrol, urge you to Funk On!)
Funkentelechy (oh ho, how's your funk-en-tel-echy?)
Funkentelechy (ideas brought to you by the makers of urge overkill)
Do not respond
This has been a test
Ha ha ha ha ha!
And once again the Pleasure Principle has been rescued
With the aid of the funk
(this is Mr. Prolong)
How's your funk-en-te-lechy? (I have to leave early today, ha ha ha)
And in doing so, (How's your funk-entelechy?)
Freed the possibilities of funk beyond compare (How's your funk-entelechy?)
Program, deprogram, reprogram (How's your funk-entelechy?)
When you're taking every kind of pill (How do you spell relief)
Nothing ever seems to cure your ill (You deserve a break today)
When you're taking every kind of pill (ha ha ha ha)
Nothing ever seems to cure your ill (have it your way, this is the doctor)
When you're taking every kind of pill
(saying, the bigger the headache, the bigger the pill)
Nothing ever seems to cure your ill (what's happening?)
Ha ha ha
Sucker!
How's your funk?
How's your funk? (what's happening?)
Funkentelechy (x2)
Funkentelechy (I want you to stay up there until I tell you to come down)
Funkentelechy (Check your funk pressure)
Funkentelechy (fly on)
Funkentelechy (ain't nothing but a party, baby)
Funkentelechy
How's your funk-entelechy?
How's your funk-en-te-lech-y?
How's your funk-entelechy? (Heads I win tails you lose!)
Monday, July 21, 2003
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