“The Hurricane Spoof” (lyrics)

Ave Pingus

I put leather beneath my soles to insulate

a lever between our souls to isolate

I let her behold my sole emotion – hate

wrote a letter before it’s too late


I got a present for you – lost in the woods

It’s a little baby monkey, making a scene

It’s got a heart of gold and your name tattoed on his tongue

every night he puts up a show; playing your emotions

Ave Pingus

I’ve got a pheasant for you – lost in the woods

I’ve got a headache for you, know what I mean?

Oh…

We got it under control – the monkey’s got it under control

Motorik

Sitting in metal, looking at plants

Living in concrete, lookting through glass

Putting plants in my mouth

Pointing arm to the south

It’s so easy, it’s so easy

Shaking body laying on the ground

Receiving sound in the ear

Twisting mouth while making these words

Processing sound that I hear

Oh, I’m gonna keep it east

Can you switch the light?

’cause I’m living in it,

tell me when to stop

’cause the sky has turned white

Surfing Microwaves

Out surfing on the microwaves

Face to face to with an empty space

Lay like dust on a grave during earthquake

Hand in hand with the unplanned

Dive, dive, dive, dive…

Surf or dive!

Way too small to magnify, put it on the weight

It’s about to qualify

Measuring the value,

there is time to decimate

Surf’s up and the market’s down

No. 3 is your number one clown!

Too alive call the liquidator

When in doubt check the online translator

Donate an organ to electrify,

we need a brain

Brand new prototype

Putting your axe to the max

Get ready to decapitate

We need a brain!

Chocolate Tower

Like a kangaroo with AIDS

Like a pussy on roller-blades

Like a maggot with two tattoos

Like a skinhead who sings the blues,

what do you know?

When it’s time to calibrate the paper weight

Like a chocolate tower made with hate

Going skiing in Iran,

bringing my recorder as I step across the border,

and I lost my luggage in shadowland,

what can you do?

Over my dead head

You will never be alive until you take your

first dive into knick-knack, skylacks, carjacks, hacks and smokestacks

Now it’s time to calibrate your fate

Like a Buddha filled with rage

Like a turtle that’s underage

how do you do?

When it’s time to calibrate the paper weight

Like a chocolate tower made with hate

Sunblock

Read the news today: somehow

it’s raining water from above

Due to atmostpheric pressure

there’s a change in your pleasure

Drifting in from the south clouds of rain

it’s profane, but in vain

I keep praying for sun when there’s none

not today – maybe in May?

Putting on a sweater, tying my bootlace

Putting on my raincoat

and some sunblock just in case

Maybe in May

We’ll be gay on the bay

Lame and Lumber

You mingle with crippled, you carry the wood

No wonder you’re tired, so I say you should

Leave your lame and your lumber.

Right out of the crutches we stumble,

the forest will grow itself back, so they mumble.

You fumble and toil in the soil and you crumble,

deep down inside of the jungle there’s rumble

You mingle with crippled, you carry the wood

No wonder you’re tired so I say you should

Leave your lame and your lumber

Lily

Lily was afraid you dying

walking the dirt of life

Maybe get a bicycle

Ride around the world

She said: “Meet me tonight,

by the old railway track

I’ll be wearing my fake diamond

and a bell around my neck”

Lily left the apartment,

left the key in the door

Tried to forget what everyone had told her,

hoping for just a little bit more

She said: “Meet me tonight,

by the old railway track.

I’ll be wearing my fake diamond,

and a bell around my neck”

The Pervert and the Virgin

Ding, dong, you cannot go wrong

come sing along

Wam, bam you’r hit by a ram

Jam, ham and spam

Ping pong; the game and the song

Waiting for the man,

no crime in understanding

Desolation of the defiance

Hopeless, burning aggression

Come see the violence inherent in the system!

Material possessions

We’re gonna rise! Tonight!

I’m waiting for someone; it might be the man,

but there is one thing I can’t understand

the songs of tomorrow

may bring happiness and sorrow

The pervert and the virgin hand in hand

Going to El Mundo

’cause I left my foggy condo

on the border of the promised land

Foolish intermezzo

I will never be depressed, no

gonna have a taste of pie and ginger ale

Waiting for the man,

no crime in understanding

Not another Nutcase

Made a lot of faces,

now they have found you’ve been playing around

everybody knows

Time to get away

You stayed all night

Drank all my favourite scotch

Had all the answers

you stole my father’s watch

Not another nutcase

out of the shell, feeling better than well

Everybody grows

Not another new face

You are the one that reminds me what’s gone,

why you had to run

Everything grows, no-one told me

Everyone grows, glad you told me that

You’re such a lovely person

We stayed all night

Drank all my favourite scotch

and had all the answers

I found my father’s watch

The Hurricane Spoof

The gentlemen surround themselves with heads of dead gazelles. The goldfish laughing bubbles at the stories that they tell. The sentimental dragon, the sarcastic little bee. Dying, living creatures, breeding the sea.

Look behind the curtain, a tiny golden door, inside is a paper, about the coming war. Play your piano, or a game of chess. Put on your Stetson or your finest dress.

We really liked your spoof at the hurricane roof. The ocean will swallow and everyone will rage.

Here comes the water. Learn to forget.

How does your face match your grace? How does your eye reflect the sky? Counting them like numbers, ending up with none.

Run, pan burned, smoke, skin fries, speech, tale told, sing, rhyme, lies. Animated dolls eyes. Bedtime stories, sleep well, good byes

Here comes the water, learn to forget

We really liked your spoof at the hurricane roof. The ocean will swallow and everyone will rage.