Most Big Sad Time at Planet Cool
ladies and gentlemen, may i welcome you to the newest bibble experience? sure, only god knows what's going on anymore, and even she's kind of fuzzy on some issues, the bitch, but who cares? we've got some great tunes full of crazy cartoons and maybe, if we're all REALLY lucky, a revelation or two. remember, clarity always comes for free, so when you buy something don't expect it to be hiding there. and for godssakes don't forget to laugh.
head on over to myspace.com/callmebibble for the three track preview, which are:
1. Most Big Sad Time at Planet Cool
2. Hurt to Him
3. Beggin' Eggies
http://www.facebook.com/pages/bibble/5989274073
most big sad time at planet cool
holding up an after school special
i learned to love the live and leave it
pardon me while i try kissing screaming miss fit
on her listlessness
didn't fix it
now im stumped like deforestation
and now i know only after a nation falls down
can i have my vacation
change the station, honey
that one's got some kind of message playing
and i really dont want to hear what they're saying
so here comes the march down april's cry anyway
may june bug your liar forever
oh no is he a silent typer?
or a pie-piping liar?
did he not say i didn't get fired up down here?
i warned you the solace had no fear of worms
or how gears work
so when you built me a little robot kid
kidding i put a chord in it
played all the major minors and weird mirrors wired
all up in this seriousness
and then a series of higher actors came
blasting diminishing returns on all their third worlds
and thirty wary warts were worn on their noses like tears
while a war raged on robes and roses
sent scents of dollars and blood-covered corsets
over the internet
and in case you didn't notice everyone's losing
their sense selfishness
to shellfish lessons and lions dens
peeeeeaaarlll rooooooaaaaaarr
where's the prizes at?
and where's the princesss!?
whered you put the bill printer?
underneath either the mattresses
or, gone to them, they got given away
no way homey dont say it!
they've got to be here right where i laid them
after i laid her or him or was it them?
did i lose it or was it stolen?
see there's where the wallet's frozen
that's the limit your blank account keeps you walled up with
got loaded then lost the chosen one?
nah i just got the joke then i was done
hah
what's cookin' slow lookin'?
can i show you the stop gap in the hook line and schism?
it's: "i miss him but im never really shooting at him"
what came first, the head shot or the uber?
deep down ive always known i'm a was chief not a war chef
and a has been "is nottin'" in his ink blot tests
while Ikhnaton built a pyramid scheme
then gave it to him as a present
and presently i present a preset peer of the Sunset Rejects
Mister E. Intense, PHD, radiantly
seemingly a polyglot, formerly MIA
til the CIA gave away the CD by keeping it DOA
(they're so silly)
so got DJ PJ to P ay D ay while he was still sleeping
oh air, you got PLAYED
yeah E IOUs like nobody's listening
he owes everyone in crystalizing distance
even god's green is earthless
so listen to the chrysalis children
it's christ in a chalice, a satellite
simple phallus worship
there's no challenge let alone a horse whip
cuz in movies they dont allow them
________________________________
She said: "You're pretty handsome for an elephant man", and that's how it began. Buddha hatched a swinging plan to utilize the skeleton, and tanly, a ton of wanton, man-handled, beget budding petals that paddled up streaming confessions. Steam in competition came like a steely concession for muddy wallows. His buddy, holy, followed.
But hold up! What about the foggy naughty? Did her egg shake shape the shade shifter of her hollow earth head? Or was it a heathen rock star knocking at her knickers? There's sand in the theory that says violence molts a molten flicker, pictures your boy want-her, body wandering up bodhi trees like a wan one, then wonders where the wand went. Once upon a teasing banter even you had a blander saunter, but then you ran the gauntlet and got your hands wet with breastmilk. Now we're back to the beginning, swimming around in it. And while I've still got no answers, I have a feeling the sea is seething some subset of seeing and hunger is wearing the petulance.
So go around again, pan the planet red if that's a plan. Or maybe it's a planted pet with a lance you only read about in old testaments. Paint pants on the nude all you want, though when you're wood hangs by the pecker's golden old hand, your dirty digger licks fickle fur that drenches the wretched dancer loose. She's primitive down to her tutu. And what's food for the goof is a do-gooder endangered for fun. Here, take a gander at something even stranger - there's a wench worshiper cantering through back-road cantos while his arranger, compulsive, his black whole, hangs himself out to try and dry his drought. And look! - the young pout, dim and doubtful at those days of oddness. The palace was full of birds then, the king obsessed with wordless wit. He wrote it down like the poet told him.
I have some friends who are pirates; I've panted plenty with gypsies. Flags lip-sink glibly; ambivalence pinks ships peeking in on me. I prefer short works of friction to totems speaking simple statements repeated in different ways. You can make anything out of ones and zeros, but can you get all the color out of gray? It stains, maybe.
Come on now, I want all the glory details. Snap my antimony out of its timid tantrum. Derail me and I promise not to scare off your training. Or, well, maybe we'll both order a swell, or own our moaning ponies, and with pulleys lever our age out of hiding. Chords core us in accord with living principles. But monopoly's lonely. North shores another border war; his show is shorter off camera and he snores so they got a stand-in. This year the Pope confessed poor Santa made a list of who had enchantments but then lost it and had to guess. So if he asks, say yes.
Create, or crater? It's a alternate choice close, not a multiple choice question. Does not the egg crate eat the equator and then shun the whodunit? I'm so bored of you sneaking around the borders to never give me a straight answer. I bought a spy satellite from NASA now I'm watching you play for the camera. Are you praying to or for it? I wonder, does prey sing songs about how great food is? Or are they clued in to their cutups glued to it? Aw, you're pooped from the smell of roses. Your No is so cute. Now scoot, scout, I've got world to do. It worked, you're you. And still youthful, so... May your pianos know no detuning. Owe no snake his bite. Man-up kindly, and Kinda many. No planning necessary.
______________________________
at the edge of peace
there's a sleepwalker
he greets you underwater
his thunder saunters
applause, please
now
go darker
a depth charge
to eat the least of us
like small fish feed bigger ones
but fish dont carry guns
especially not Rhipidons
so don't worry about explosions
we're beggin eggies
we're beggin eggies
we three hungry
see thee
theory stately
zero
hate me
they'll replace me
mentioned daily
one old ally way:
go out and play
get naked
always make sure of uncertainty
before it's a border war
and be wary of boredom
if you're sure there's no more,
you can spare it
but if you have some, share it
learn to be the one who gives in
it'll earn your living, learner
turn in out, and vice versa
we're beggin eggies
til the next verse
blending maybes
with baby serves
no kings or serfs anywhere
just waves from surf's up
here jealous is a jailhouse, pup
are you sure that's really where you're from?
dont you wonder about the underwarfare?
everyone's gone commando in it
even me, i'm not ashamed to admit
the comma can't exclaim a period
of vowel sounds
that hound you like constant compliments
but grammar's cheap
and clocks tick to talk
so tell that sheep to stop being so cheeky
check came in it's a mate
chess is more than a game i play
to deal with the delay
and panning of hearing both sides say
"I'm right!"
black's white in my opinion
while wide backs me up
i extend my aperture in all directions
but dimension's a dim man's son
right there!
that's where the mind went!
into her head and out the back end
now it's all blackened with brackishness
again
i liken it to lacking
but im still laughing
we're beggin eggies
we're beggin eggies
age is making
the way we're always acting
whole made
bravely fractions
subtraction adds
don't you know
and attention dubs over it
scrub the whole thing clean
love's the holy free dummy
doesn't have to be from christianty
only substantially is substance
a thing of passion
and in past tense
we go dancing
down memory's late laying
hear what they're saying?
beggin eggies
imaginating
grown generating
sensory
we three expert keepsakes
keenly keep embellishments safe
immersion emerges in our immense emotion
the sky looks up to its own sense of ocean
and at it, goes floating off
homing beacon lost
or maybe it's a hoax
being honest
head on over to myspace.com/callmebibble for the three track preview, which are:
1. Most Big Sad Time at Planet Cool
2. Hurt to Him
3. Beggin' Eggies
http://www.facebook.com/pages/bibble/5989274073
most big sad time at planet cool
holding up an after school special
i learned to love the live and leave it
pardon me while i try kissing screaming miss fit
on her listlessness
didn't fix it
now im stumped like deforestation
and now i know only after a nation falls down
can i have my vacation
change the station, honey
that one's got some kind of message playing
and i really dont want to hear what they're saying
so here comes the march down april's cry anyway
may june bug your liar forever
oh no is he a silent typer?
or a pie-piping liar?
did he not say i didn't get fired up down here?
i warned you the solace had no fear of worms
or how gears work
so when you built me a little robot kid
kidding i put a chord in it
played all the major minors and weird mirrors wired
all up in this seriousness
and then a series of higher actors came
blasting diminishing returns on all their third worlds
and thirty wary warts were worn on their noses like tears
while a war raged on robes and roses
sent scents of dollars and blood-covered corsets
over the internet
and in case you didn't notice everyone's losing
their sense selfishness
to shellfish lessons and lions dens
peeeeeaaarlll rooooooaaaaaarr
where's the prizes at?
and where's the princesss!?
whered you put the bill printer?
underneath either the mattresses
or, gone to them, they got given away
no way homey dont say it!
they've got to be here right where i laid them
after i laid her or him or was it them?
did i lose it or was it stolen?
see there's where the wallet's frozen
that's the limit your blank account keeps you walled up with
got loaded then lost the chosen one?
nah i just got the joke then i was done
hah
what's cookin' slow lookin'?
can i show you the stop gap in the hook line and schism?
it's: "i miss him but im never really shooting at him"
what came first, the head shot or the uber?
deep down ive always known i'm a was chief not a war chef
and a has been "is nottin'" in his ink blot tests
while Ikhnaton built a pyramid scheme
then gave it to him as a present
and presently i present a preset peer of the Sunset Rejects
Mister E. Intense, PHD, radiantly
seemingly a polyglot, formerly MIA
til the CIA gave away the CD by keeping it DOA
(they're so silly)
so got DJ PJ to P ay D ay while he was still sleeping
oh air, you got PLAYED
yeah E IOUs like nobody's listening
he owes everyone in crystalizing distance
even god's green is earthless
so listen to the chrysalis children
it's christ in a chalice, a satellite
simple phallus worship
there's no challenge let alone a horse whip
cuz in movies they dont allow them
________________________________
She said: "You're pretty handsome for an elephant man", and that's how it began. Buddha hatched a swinging plan to utilize the skeleton, and tanly, a ton of wanton, man-handled, beget budding petals that paddled up streaming confessions. Steam in competition came like a steely concession for muddy wallows. His buddy, holy, followed.
But hold up! What about the foggy naughty? Did her egg shake shape the shade shifter of her hollow earth head? Or was it a heathen rock star knocking at her knickers? There's sand in the theory that says violence molts a molten flicker, pictures your boy want-her, body wandering up bodhi trees like a wan one, then wonders where the wand went. Once upon a teasing banter even you had a blander saunter, but then you ran the gauntlet and got your hands wet with breastmilk. Now we're back to the beginning, swimming around in it. And while I've still got no answers, I have a feeling the sea is seething some subset of seeing and hunger is wearing the petulance.
So go around again, pan the planet red if that's a plan. Or maybe it's a planted pet with a lance you only read about in old testaments. Paint pants on the nude all you want, though when you're wood hangs by the pecker's golden old hand, your dirty digger licks fickle fur that drenches the wretched dancer loose. She's primitive down to her tutu. And what's food for the goof is a do-gooder endangered for fun. Here, take a gander at something even stranger - there's a wench worshiper cantering through back-road cantos while his arranger, compulsive, his black whole, hangs himself out to try and dry his drought. And look! - the young pout, dim and doubtful at those days of oddness. The palace was full of birds then, the king obsessed with wordless wit. He wrote it down like the poet told him.
I have some friends who are pirates; I've panted plenty with gypsies. Flags lip-sink glibly; ambivalence pinks ships peeking in on me. I prefer short works of friction to totems speaking simple statements repeated in different ways. You can make anything out of ones and zeros, but can you get all the color out of gray? It stains, maybe.
Come on now, I want all the glory details. Snap my antimony out of its timid tantrum. Derail me and I promise not to scare off your training. Or, well, maybe we'll both order a swell, or own our moaning ponies, and with pulleys lever our age out of hiding. Chords core us in accord with living principles. But monopoly's lonely. North shores another border war; his show is shorter off camera and he snores so they got a stand-in. This year the Pope confessed poor Santa made a list of who had enchantments but then lost it and had to guess. So if he asks, say yes.
Create, or crater? It's a alternate choice close, not a multiple choice question. Does not the egg crate eat the equator and then shun the whodunit? I'm so bored of you sneaking around the borders to never give me a straight answer. I bought a spy satellite from NASA now I'm watching you play for the camera. Are you praying to or for it? I wonder, does prey sing songs about how great food is? Or are they clued in to their cutups glued to it? Aw, you're pooped from the smell of roses. Your No is so cute. Now scoot, scout, I've got world to do. It worked, you're you. And still youthful, so... May your pianos know no detuning. Owe no snake his bite. Man-up kindly, and Kinda many. No planning necessary.
______________________________
at the edge of peace
there's a sleepwalker
he greets you underwater
his thunder saunters
applause, please
now
go darker
a depth charge
to eat the least of us
like small fish feed bigger ones
but fish dont carry guns
especially not Rhipidons
so don't worry about explosions
we're beggin eggies
we're beggin eggies
we three hungry
see thee
theory stately
zero
hate me
they'll replace me
mentioned daily
one old ally way:
go out and play
get naked
always make sure of uncertainty
before it's a border war
and be wary of boredom
if you're sure there's no more,
you can spare it
but if you have some, share it
learn to be the one who gives in
it'll earn your living, learner
turn in out, and vice versa
we're beggin eggies
til the next verse
blending maybes
with baby serves
no kings or serfs anywhere
just waves from surf's up
here jealous is a jailhouse, pup
are you sure that's really where you're from?
dont you wonder about the underwarfare?
everyone's gone commando in it
even me, i'm not ashamed to admit
the comma can't exclaim a period
of vowel sounds
that hound you like constant compliments
but grammar's cheap
and clocks tick to talk
so tell that sheep to stop being so cheeky
check came in it's a mate
chess is more than a game i play
to deal with the delay
and panning of hearing both sides say
"I'm right!"
black's white in my opinion
while wide backs me up
i extend my aperture in all directions
but dimension's a dim man's son
right there!
that's where the mind went!
into her head and out the back end
now it's all blackened with brackishness
again
i liken it to lacking
but im still laughing
we're beggin eggies
we're beggin eggies
age is making
the way we're always acting
whole made
bravely fractions
subtraction adds
don't you know
and attention dubs over it
scrub the whole thing clean
love's the holy free dummy
doesn't have to be from christianty
only substantially is substance
a thing of passion
and in past tense
we go dancing
down memory's late laying
hear what they're saying?
beggin eggies
imaginating
grown generating
sensory
we three expert keepsakes
keenly keep embellishments safe
immersion emerges in our immense emotion
the sky looks up to its own sense of ocean
and at it, goes floating off
homing beacon lost
or maybe it's a hoax
being honest
