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mc frontalot - forbidden planet lyrics

i’ve seen a monkey trying hard to love a robot, yo
but all they ever do is fight to the death for your soul.
they’re on a planet that i never meant to visit at all.
got a sign on the wall — the decree: you don’t go.

so come on, make your tresp-ss, get your flesh fast
turned to dust by the death rays. these are the best days
of our lives: mad scientists with swirly eyes;
people with supernatural powers who live in disguise,
who live in the skies, swing between the sky scr-pers,
capes all-a-drape in the words on the shiny papers
that the stapler turned to a booklet, or otherwise perfect bound
so when the glue dries in my old age, loose pages all around;
sound of the wind rustling; cowboy zombies ride,
l-ssoing up the carrion calves and a skeletal bride.
i’m telling you i don’t study the phrenology no more
but i’m astounded by the size of the heads in the store.
and i score my pull. full moons and the howls commence;
tear through a stack in a night with little reticence.
i’m eating venisons in the woods, get an axe to the dome.
ken is in pieces behind me — i can still hear him groan.
i should have known from the warning encoded into the name of the place:
forbidden planet, in impermissible sp-ce.

and on the surface of the planet, insanity abounds.
eternal beings shape my sleep and every waking sound
that i make is loud. “shazam!” i’d say, just to startle you
(a geek -j-c-l-t–n in between a wave and a particle).
did a part of you just die just like clay loudermilk
shaving information out of a dog without a head? and now the silk
smoking jacket worn by the smartest kid on earth
[back off, nerd! this library’s my turf.] …and give berth
to the brick hats from ignatz that fly in posthumous volumes.
at once coeval and incompossible: all rooms
at all times, silver age and foil covers mingle.
something eldritch in the aisle: soul of the man who filched a single
glance at the most forbidden object on the whole orb.
i hint not at quixotic wandering; take the whole tour.
look on the shelf under rapper next to elf,
you’ll see a frontalot one-fold if i have to smuggle it in myself.
i’m gonna hand-scribble it onto a napkin and then scan it,
print a pile of ‘em out, deliver ‘em to the planet.
i’ll acquire a quire and if you don’t know what i mean,
look it up: it’s one twentieth of a ream.

[got a song, listen fondly, don’t hear a mondegreen]

you think you surrender me to the funny animals who inhabit
but i camp out in the c-ckpit of the crash land cause they’re all rabid.
don’t jinx me now, i’m about to escape from here yet.
i’m on an island in the vastness of sp-ce [facing regret].
and i’m stranded alone, in need of some rescue,
already ran out of food, masticated my left shoe,
built a robot companion — on accident programmed it to feel.
so when it spared a little monkey from despair, its fate was sealed.

- mc frontalot lyrics

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