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Only if you use your pirate voice!

do it

can u record the poetic bits.....................? how wuld u do dat?

^ Thanks!

He say nothing is quite what it seems;
I say nothing is nothing
(Peter Hammill)

Choir:
Won’t you please, please kelp me!

He say nothing is quite what it seems;
I say nothing is nothing
(Peter Hammill)

OMG ISH HE RLY RECORDIGN IT??!1!!1! Shocked

The beaver lives inside me; yes, I can feel him chew.

Sometimes he builds a dam in the quiet of my bowels;

but then my feces can’t really get outside,

this constipation gives me a nasty pain inside.

Yes, the beaver lives.

Beelzebub lives inside me, I can feel the flies;

their presence is itchy and disturbs the peace in my mind

and their germs enter wounds that I forgot.

They open them and make me feel

sick, more than ever before

while Beelzebub lives.

Climb into a tree?

Where do I find kelp?

In the sea of pee?

Should I look somewhere else?

But, stalked by crazy oysters I find kelp in seas of doom

and Death’s throws his cloak into the corner of my room

and reveals his doom -

but, still inside the sea I see a prankster in the kelp

and suddenly an oyster starts acting like a goof

in this strange spoof.

Garden gnomes, live inside me and often I can’t recall their names;

they are a tad dissapinted; well, I hope they won’t explode.

I’m just a man, and pirates, parasailers, all are these,

aliens, harlequins, drugged athletes in war and peace

as long as man lives...

I’m just a man, and truckers, wombats, all are these:

transvestites, potbellied pigs, mad dentists.

OMG THERE WASZ A PLECKDRUM ON MY CHOCKOLAT LOL!11!11 LOL

“Hey, hey” gnome fridgemen scream and jump out of the fridge,

not breaking through my munching squeaks -no breaks until I die.

The gnomes now scratch on my belly fat,

the hollowed faces and mindless grins,

are only intend on taking away all my food.

I crawl the wall till steepness ends in the vertical fall;

the gnomes now shriek and leave my bleak -no food left for me now.

Those gnomes whine in the heart of mine,

their cruel thievery leave my thoughts so dark

and parallel my now empty fridge...

No parasailing gnome to blame,

they’re all gone in the night.

My soul is being rent in two!
My mouth has been glued shut with glue!
My eardrums shattered by the sound
Of bison falling to the ground!

Off in the distance I can see
A hundred million manatees
That swarm around like butterflies
And blast away into the skies!

I'm getting hungry, too, you know
I haven't got nowheres to go
I'll sit around and watch it snow
But I still got nowheres to go

(Sudden lull in the music, out of which bursts a fiery sax accompanied by a pair of mandolins playing a ferocious mixture of conflicting melodies in 5/8 time. The drums and bass play in 33/16.)

"I am the one who crossed through space...or stayed where I was...or didn't exist in the first place...."