There was a mad man he had a mad wife,
And they lived in a mad town;
And they had children three at birth,
And mad they were every one
The father was mad, the mother was mad,
And the children mad beside;
And they all got on a mad horse,
And madly they did ride.
They rode by night and they rode by day,
Yet never a one of them fell;
They rode so madly all the way,
Till they came to the gates of hell.
Old Nick was glad to see them so mad,
And he gladly let them in:
But he soon grew sorry to see them so merry
And he let them out again.
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A girl gave me a cookie
I was walking down the street
And a girl gave me a cookie
And I said "you're cute!"
You see, that's the ticket
If you feed me, you're cute
I leraned that from my cat
Who calls me the girl who feeds her from a can
I love my cat very much
And vicey-versey, I'm quite sure
I see a flock of sheep
In the midst a little lamb
I wish my Mary Ann were here
I miss my Mary Ann
Midnight, with your tummy in the air
I find black fur everywhere
You're asleep everyplace that I look
Across the pages of my book
When we're fast asleep
The dolls wake up to play
With all the little creatures
That never see the day
Then Midnight comes a-hunting
& scares them all away!
Meanwhile.... I was living at a time of many alternates the planet Earth that I was on was receiving signals from the future planet Earth saying that we would have to kill almost the entire population or the future would be doomed. We didn't ask questions we went straight to work to save the future, and soon almost everyone was dead. I remember riding my bike through the neighborhood seeing only a few people. Everyone was smiling and waving at each other it was a sunny day and then suddenly I could feel it, we could all feel it. We had lost the future. What had gone wrong? We were slowly beginning to fade. We called an emergency meeting to deal with this latest crisis. Our leader was a big bald-headed man. Big bald was convinced that we would have to kill more people in order to regain the future. "But who" he said "who would do the killing? I t can't be me, I am no soldier, I'm just a genius" But since we had killed off all the soldiers already we had to try to convince him that there should be no more killing. The arguments were deeply involved and long winded. And before the meeting was over we had all disappeared. Meanwhile, one of the boys from Glasshouse needed a tube to be surgically sewn into his throat because some rats had stolen the esophagus. His doctor told him that if he could find a decent piece of tubing in a dumpster that he would do the surgery for free. Meanwhile my television set was jumped and brainwashed while I lay sleeping I dreamed that I saw my virtual self on the screen tempted, tortured, crucified and resurrected when I awoke I had the power to use television to heal. Meanwhile there was a storm inside my head I was watching a TV screen that was transmitting a message to me about poisoned food "everywhere in stores now everywhere" it was saying. The screen fed me information like it was Twinkies. Faster and faster. And the more I took in, the less I liked the taste of it. I was reaching a critical intake of virtual nutrition but all I could fell was a cancerous hunger that would consume me. The screen was telling me to report everything to anyone to everyone my forehead at my third eye started to bleed from the pressure of knowing so much about nothing. I marked my face with red war stripes from the blood suddenly a boy was thrown into my room as if to a wild animal. He said to me "I don't know how to help you" I jumped on him and consumed him ravenously with my vagina. I was wild and blind and starving. My room had become a den, around me lay the rotten corpses of all my bright ideas. Meanwhile...
(Lyrics as interpreted by Allan Hise <hise@io.com>)
Thank you far asking, yes I am malicious. Yes, I am spiteful, thank you far leaving. No, I don't know why I am so, but I do know though why I'm not you. Ew! No I know I don't love you but I do know that I hate you.
can't stop can't stop pump it in pump it in can't touch down can't stop can't touch down can't go to sleep now can't sleep now no landing gear no touch down here no safe touch down can't slow can't stop gotta keep it up can't go down now
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There's more pretty girls than one
every town I ramble round
there's more pretty girls than one
Riding on that new river train
same old train that brought me here
will carry me home again
There's more pretty girls than two
you can't love 2 and to both be true
there's more pretty girls than two
There's more pretty girls than three
you can't love 3 & have 1 of them be me
there's more pretty girls than three
Look down that lonesome road
hang down your head & cry
just thinking about those pretty girls
and hoping I'll never die
you can walk to the moon
if you start right now
you were born knowing how
but you probably forgot
by the time you got there
you'd probably be dead
I can't see the moon through you
so please move your head
I could ride by their lecherous stares like they're not there 'cause I don't care on my bicycle.
I ride right by on my bicycle.
Join us! Join my bike gang.
You can be the president.
My bike gang.
Meet in parking lots, we ride over ramps, we go to parties, we have ??? fun.
Join us! Join our bike gang.
Hell's bells.
Name of gang.
If you be my bride we can kiss and ride.
I could ride by their lecherous stares like they're not there 'cause I don't care on my bicycle.
You can be my president.
(Lyrics as interpreted by Allan Hise <hise@io.com>)
A little one runs by
I would have two of them
& one would be six years old
& one would be two
I think about them from time to time
My earliest memory
isa flight of stairs
I was three years old
And one would be six years old
and one would be two
My father says I fell down a flight of stairs
at about that time
I was three years old
my earliest memory is a flight of stairs
I would have a baby six years old
& a three year old baby
& I'm glad I don't
Date created: 10 October 1995 Last modified: 17 March 1997 Maintained by: Allan Hise hise@io.com