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lostboyevsky – fortean phenomena lyrics

[intro]
you will listen to my poetry, but first i shall destroy your puny city
ha-ha-ha-ha-ah

[verse 1]
blink and you’ll miss me i’m fortean phenomena
did the inventor of tv know it would h–rd the melodramas?
people h–rd vintage wheel-os and believe in chupacabras
i’m a yellow llama trotting along nearly clueless papas
—and mamas too, boom-shakalaka-boom
tell me who to drop kick, dude
teach me who to lock in school
i’m actually your father, luke
and possibly dr. zhivago too
hey tell me: how’s an otter move?
are you in a harry potter mood?
is that your fairly amish crew?
let’s have a staring contest, oooooh
televangelists are barely honest mooks
and every-prophet-ever-p–ped
please don’t snare and flog me, who are you—
to glare and taunt me sue?
a boy named jordan clark all koo-koo—
but rarely flaunts his jewels
some of us need very somber clues
i’m in a scary monster zoo
feeling real as mary poppins’ drool
used to be like fairly pompous too
’til i considered the air that lobsters use
but maybe let’s just merrily gobble food
and stare carelessly at knockers nude
feel nauseous like jean paul sartre; puke
what shampoo do martyrs use?
do we really need a social contract, like hobbes’ view?
is this just plum-berry artless goo?
nothing more than dust fairies gobbledygook?
because see i’m skeptical like scottish hume
so disillusionment, i’m nearly a marxist, ruth
petrified-heart flatlanders dropping some bombs’n’nukes
have me feeling like a teary-eyed doctor seuss
bleary-eyed stooge, more helpless than jars of fruit
but f-ck it let’s have a renaissance like those harlem groups
most marmosets are square and marmish, boo
woah, i just parried a starlit ghoul
but who am i to dare to carve my tomb?

[intermission]
you listen to my poetry—
you listen to my poetry—
you listen to my poetry—
you listen to my poetry, but first i shall destroy your puny city
ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-aaah-haha
oooh-oh-oooh

[outro]
various historical cultures would probably harvest fools
but other cultures support near-endless coitus loops
really?
really

i don’t know, man
i don’t know, man
i don’t know, man
i don’t know, man
i don’t know, man

i don’t know, man
i don’t know, man
i don’t know
i don’t know, man

- lostboyevsky lyrics

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