the shelling of oliver loofah by the funky york silk

from TA03.2: UNEARTHED by the garages

original by mother love blone ( noise-land.bandcamp.com ) from the album storm’s here, this version by Sci-fi Boyfriend ( sciencefictionboyfriend.bandcamp.com ), vocals by Erica

Hey CATS it is I your eagle on the needle your eyes in disguise none other than your DJ Eric the dog. And by the peanuts moldy dead radicle have I got some new for you: Our star, our friend the apple of our collective little eyes has been shelled by the shockingly shady shorty: York Silk. Now lend me your pretty little earholes for a moment while I lay down the Tale

grew up loud by the Puget void
bulge the size of Illinois
arms of steel and eyes aflame
it’s called a splort but to her it’s all a game
1 2 3 Ollies ready to win
yeah with Loofah at bat we’re gonna win again

TRY ME, BOYS

4’2” with a killer swing
yeah he’s the pint-sized good vibes home run king
roasted by the devil’s shell
12 seasons at bat and a week and a half in hell
steps to the plate, crocs caked in mud
gunblade in hand and out for blood

oh a bad nut’s rising over Baltimore
and the crabs are lookin’ to even up the score
yeah some days it’s anybody’s game
and some days you’re in the outfield, looking to make 'em feel the shame

go on go on go on go on go on go on go on

bottom of the first score 1 & 0
York steps to bat v. Chorby Soul
a pile of bones up on the mound
York stands firm on the shark-soaked ground
infinity reached up inside his head
as the pod scars hardened and the honey bled

Ollie in the outfield holdin’ court
itchin’ to tag that prideful dork
kept her cool like Seattle rain
can’t see the fear can’t feel no pain
eyes to the skies, is that a shell?
no birds in Seattle no light in hell

cuz a bad nut’s falling down on Baltimore
can't hear the screams can’t see the score
some days you’re everybody’s friend
and some days you’re in the dark
watchin’ the old die young again

yeah and some say
if you put your ear against the shell
you can still hear her scream
screamin'

I can’t go on being the thing you hate
I can’t believe ain't got a future for my faith
I can’t go on being the thing you hate
how long inside the dark, how long must I wait?
I can’t go on being the thing you hate
where’s my tomorrow? is it already too late?
I can’t go on being the thing you hate
I can’t believe this static life is my fate