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shit planet you know you couldn't
stand it it's nasty
regurgitation of a nurtured
imagination pretending I'm satan and waiting chewing
on hating gynecological module diabolical rip follicle
molecule all of you the problem too I smell a change
rearrange deranged insane a stage page caged with
a date on my age I hit a new low way too drunk at
the show I know I'm broken record retard went to
far at the bar and I'm scarred bruised by boozing
cruise lied watching Her Alibi didn't try something
soothing in loosing a bride crop metropolis Francis
Ford Coppola's apocalypse anomalous ominous I'm
on this hypothesis too many people creep bedevil
and sleep to step away day to day to jesus and satan
I pray fuck the planet fuck the people I can't stand
it being evil wouldn't change sides if I tried lied
born the night I died
take a shit in the sea planting
trash is the seed sweet chemical breeze our share
is more then we need the only thing I believe is
the peace when I sleep cause everyday I arise and
everyday the street reeks and still I try and converse
keeping track of the lies got an act well rehearsed
and keep a spare alibi holy mama gaia I'll be dipping
like the Mayan I've been vying for change but now
I'm sick of trying foliage slowly age flies die
in a day all our gems are flawed so we keep a close
shave so I replace my hate with a slate of gray
deep fog stench fowl I can't see why I stayed see
I read all the signs but nothing red to stop me
a reality split between my misery and fantasy so
I repeat my plea couldn't stand to be at the feet
of all these weak creep mean nasty
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This is a companion song to
a little number called "fecal hole". Here's the
story:
fecal hole:
It was saturday. The same saturday that that space
shuttle exploded over Texas, and it was like 8:30
am. The landlord calls and says he's having someone
look at the sewer (there was this mysterious shit
smell in the apartment, we thought it was us so
we didn't say anything) in the back yard (there's
this man hole) and not to shower for like an hour
while the guys looking at it. Ok.
An hour or so
later there's like 3 dudes standing around this
open manhole with this like pump thing and they
have this one hose in the fecal hole (that's what
the sewer hole will be known as from now on) and
this other hose in the back of our back yard. Then
they start pumping shit water into the back yard.
Shit smell was everywhere. Let's say its 10 am at
this point, here's how the next 5 hours went.
They
redirected the house to pour into the sewer in the
curb on the street, which I'm sure is illegal, and
shit smell was rampant throughout the neighborhood.
At some point there was this bucket on a rope lowered
into the fecal hole and they pulled up buckets of
horrible horrible piss/fecal water and then just
poured it in the back yard. The back yard was gray
because it was literally covered in shit.
Murlot
and I would go to the window and watch and laugh
because it was either that or vomit because it was
so fucking nasty. Our whole house smelled like shit.
We hadn't eaten anything because we were so not
hungry because of the prevalent shit smell. We hadn't
flushed the toilet since 9 am and were just pissing
into the same toilet and that was pretty gross too.
We had talked about flushing the toilet and then
running over to the window to see the workers looking
in the hole get sprayed in the face with fecal hole
water. Around 3pm Murlot and I had to do something
so we made a song called fecal hole. It was me playing
guitar and murlot singing about the present situation.
We finished in about an hour and wanted to play
it for the fecal hole workers or get our pictures
taken with the hole itself. Then we rhymed the hook
for shit plant because that was what we were living
in, a world of unrelenting shit.
The smell was so
bad that murlot and I watched the movie "the Majestic".
The whole movie. You may be asking, "How does indomitable
odor cause one to watch a bad movie?" I don't know
the exact answer to that but I just know that it
does. And that movie was real shitty. The situation
finally was finished at 11:30pm. We could flush the toilet
again which was lucky because I had to violate the
already over-urinated toilet.
People ask us why we didn't leave the house the answer to that is simple: ever since 9 am we were promised this situation would be over any minute and we could shower. Any Minute.
The back yard was
covered in shit for a while. The whole house smelled
like shit for a while. It reminds me of that part
from "meet the parents" when the septic tank overfilled
and someone, Tom, asked, "Whatís that smell?". Deniro
answers, "That smell, Tom, is our shit."
(I'm not
really sure if the guys name was tom but I think
Tom).
Shit planet is not really about the fecal
hole but it will be linked forever to the song fecal
hole.
I played guitar on this one too and it's one
string and like 3 finger movements.
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