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HOTEL CALIFORNIA
The leaders are coming. My personal leader was a transsexual, a
transsexual what I won't tell you, not people, not the human cannonball I
can assure you. All right, twist my arm, I'll tell you, it was a Beeper.
The first time I saw this Beeper, it was standing in the sun, flexing and
puffing. It was the real thing. I felt instant heat for it's baby soft
furry round jowls. Then the Beeper winked at me. I know it wasn't a one
eyed blink I just know it. Beeper had googly eyes. Yes! It was this Beeper
who I wanted to be my leader. I'd bow down cow toed. Hell I'd travel over
hill and dale to the ends of the earth to fight the two headed dragon to
be by this Beepers side. So we got a hotel room in a real swank joint
called the Hotel California, Mirrors on the ceiling, pink champagne on
ice. You know what happened next. Wink wink nod nod say no more. I just
couldn't help myself. I just had to. I ate my leader. I swallowed my
leader whole. In my stomach it said, What? What did it say? I couldn't
quite hear it. It tried to get out. Oh no I didn't let it out no way, I
said no to barf back in 5th grade and besides I needed the love nutrients.
Welcome to the Hotel California. Welcome to the Hotel California.
Digesting. Digesting all leaders. The soft bodied leaders came to an end
as morsels of surely goodness while their heart and soul went into the
ether to fly about endlessly. Their play things are green flashes,
auroras, and the black clouded night for they are the flittering bad asses
in the sky.
Black Clouds / White Rain
Zeek Sheck - Computer Learning Center, Rays, Vox, Guitar, Bass, Flutaphone, Clarinet, Drums, Harmonica, Tongue c/Jiggling Machine, Bloopers record.
lyrics for I Love You
BY ZEEK SHECK
HOT LINES FOR THE CHILDREN
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