LYRICS -- A SWARM OF DISH RAGS (2019)
All lyrics by Ken Robinson
The Bonehead Conjecture
instrumental
One Poop Dog
instrumental
Television Set
random vocals about televisions, pdf files, calendars, and some barking
Humming Like a Pile of Kneepads
i'm a menu catalog of paradox
holding in a fart is a rumor tap
a bag bay tablature across smoke
refrain beneath the wetting logic
pantopragmatic stomach
sworn scum of storm sample breakfast
river microwave the charming apple pork
pounce the controller potshop track
glow like the squared precedent
washland wayboard
a careless faucet of doubting waffles
sniffing the beans and the beans
sniffing, sniffing, sniffing, sniffing... (50+ more)
sniffing the beans and the beans
hmmmmmmmm...
going through a doorway
hmmmmmmmm...
walking like a teapot
hmmmmmmmm...
humming like a pile of kneepads
headline padded hardens a working pizza
waving illustrated pipelines
coat-brushed photos of soil fiddles
a camera stamp freeway breathe
davenport deadstock
sn-n-n-n-n-n-noopy shows
worm motor worry, like a rabbit
mouth potato crisps sings overlap
drawback pulp, a hyphenated razor ass
moron hammer
squelching decrement free-range cabin
pants yaffingale suffix cracks
querimonious culinary retextbook bitmap
handsies sigh top your day
mohair molars
it's in the sky
it's in the sky
it's in the sky
it's in the sky
sniffing the beans and the beans
hmmmmmmmm...
going through a doorway
hmmmmmmmm...
walking like a teapot
hmmmmmmmm...
humming like a pile of kneepads
Size 40 Pants
cookies
macaroni and cheese
bacon bits
coconut creme pie
ice cream cone
egg rolls
cheese balls
meatloaf
tuna casserole
cake
tv dinners
waffles
pancakes
pizza
hot sausage sandwich
hot sausage sandwich
hot sausage sandwich
cheesecake
coconut creme pie
spaghetti
lasagna
macaroni and cheese
cookies
cookies
cookies
uh oh
size 40 pants...
A Joy Ride in the Neutrino Tank
instrumental
The Nasal Metric System
my welcome explodes into a logo
i thought for a minute
although nothing happened
suggesting I am functioning
within established parameters
i am finding the upstairs to be
quite incomprehensible
a yeti seems to have clogged up the detectable
yet sordid tea gardens
throughout the clearance sale
is this a solo effort or a squashed cabbage brigade?
commissioned turtles
filled with dozens of deviled eggs
wiggle their way out of bunk beds
all of this without an emptying nest
resigned minimalists
with disposable weather balloons
and boiled, fake pool stares
lecture at bay about pigeon contexts
and arcade garbles
how can a fork vanish without even a whistle?
the metric system is in my nose
measuring everything it can get its hands on
i sense a faraway drama instigated by
umbrella-shaped tea bags timetable brass
wide coins and arrogant sleeves
return with onion initiatives
and I am left wondering what to do
with dependent echos and ham
so, what do I do with all this iron?
A Symphony of Beef
In memory of Scott Walker (1943-2019)
my assigned sea faults
i'm like the wish of three rips
fried territory tanks
my dot steams
a fury of battle metaphors
blocked by tough beards
lock the chancellor in his scotch flip
i apologize for my propaganda
the rope sneaks beside the shorthand
ashamed of my instinct
i dress like a weekday turntable
holding my hands high in the air
lurk at the expression of resemblance
the pin waves around surgery
optic misrepresentation
vegetarian press
negligible shoes
my jacket hurts
competing with governor spit
just scratching the dialect
the turbulence of safeguard
beforehand is the lazy corridor
(oh, the phone's ringing)
(hello)
(hi)
(yelling, yelling)
(where you at?)
(oh, i didn't think i was yelling)
(eh heh)
(beep, beep)
(no, he's okay, he went out and he did a big, giant poop today)
(i think he's tired from pooping, he's sleeping now)
he did a big, giant poop today
(i guess so)
i think he's tired from pooping, he's sleeping now
(oh)
(huh)
(uh huh)
(oh, okay)
poojer
(uh huh)
(okay)
beep
(oh, that's good)
beep
(beep, beep)
(oh, okay)
(beep, beep)
beep, beep
beforehand is the lazy corridor
the artillery rips the field
regime noise cloud
activated anomaly stalls
without all the duplication
an unsupported pun
have your cake with the ants
dismiss the shots
the circuit reasons
everybody is a critic
count all their empty pockets
a misprinted tray
the sarcasm of a curtain of bark
hydroelectric pillows
tall above the gasoline
debugger sockets
more stable beards
a pale paradise
echoing a really bad choir
a playground of turbines
reminders of brooms
i'm a chemical coin
situated in irony
isolate my shoes
singing like hardware stomachs
correlations of table salt
my frown bypasses
beneath the conductor pork
launch the bombers
pedantic chestnut
crying from inside my liver
i'm handed the oar
swimming in catalogs
a cold alien box of bubbles
buried in a nail collective
the intent is rhythm
cuckoo throughout
host of mental rot
weasels in for the punch
a suite of geometry furniture
an idiom of hypotheticals
sweater bargains
tanks of silicon
obliged chaos
workload halos
i burp and fart like a flu
dictation behind a fool zone
the warehouse matrix
veins of jolly contrast
selected mixture rants
heavy congratulations
a dreary chain of mailboxes
enthusiastic tooth
a chorus of gates
breaded and disappointed
the sideways loud bench
a farce of gas
too many turds
valve brains
shock whistles
a blanket of primordial cages
fusion of vengeance
an airport of waffles
Early Formations of Larry Hair
the chestnut dances past a carrot
against a typesetting routine
snacks a documentary scope
a piano breaks the unsound unconscious
shout past the cleaner
shaping island stamps, directive yawns
salt against the paste of insistence
the uneasy scum sorry why the train
embarrassed smiles dine on the symphony
an autobiography of wired straw
early formations of larry hair
earned mailbox filled with vegetables
graduated megabytes of retired geography
a cold dedicates a smelly desert
the climate coughs like a borrowed bay
a keen satire of lithium socks
smoke dances a practicing bicycle
hear my garbage of recycled desserts
downstairs echoes the butterscotch krimpets
passport past another cider
ghost jerk think the evil protein
into a million vertebrae museum
i am the oxygen and the helium
you are the sounds of many hams
it's too cold for baseball
early formations of larry hair
it feels like a giant plumbing puzzle
and my liver knows it's 5 am
this all started with a bag of pens
scan my food in with an x-ray
soda bank prelude to a backwash
a jelly-jelly unlock of icebreaks
don't fart out of your mouth
relay bag damp track shortcut
hairs in the mayonnaise
early formations of larry hair
gather your pocket lint into a ball
give thanks to your space vest lake
please give me a box of verbs
so that i can move into the causeway
Masquerading as Rabbit Papers
my variant motorway stretches over my yummy lunch
while the galaxy employs tired terminology
to tone the ideal winds
flexible metaphors and prolonged passports
patiently crawl through theses in search of the ood brain
assisted litter, permissible rocks
and mechanical tailors assist me with my weather report
i like swiss cheese
connecting cartoons populate bulbs
of rose rails and clique swings
exclusive sinks play institutes
while masquerading as rabbit papers
outside tutorial mathematics
approximating an overload
causes weird lemon stretches
why does my sheep like driving jeeps?
proportional bags advertise unseen writings
converted from coast-paneled caffeine anthologies
a node of chocolate camps
phrase instinct gasoline carefully
with composite project puzzles
my vegetables are bouncing through tutorial-incentive icons
and crossword-clogged frameworks
where did this cow come from?
Two Poop Dog
instrumental
Oof's Diarrhea
wandering the trails of affgeth
the berries are abundant these days
onk is on the other side of the field
bringing water back to the caves of sathka
be careful when entering the mammoth paths
trouble lurks around the corners
stay near the group or pay the price
time to head back after a long day
the sun had set hours ago
standing atop the mount of rarg
oof stares into the celestial sphere
the cranial networks light up
and the neurons fire away
a pattern forms at the sight of an asterism
and then oof sees another one
and another, and another, and another
over here is a mammoth
over there is a muskox
and there's a sloth, and a tortoise
and a glyptotherium, and various fish
and some of them look like people
there's oga and gaz and eeg
what are they doing in the sky?
they look like the pictures in the cave
weeks later oof stared at the spots in between
and went from megafauna to smaller creatures
and objects like rocks and sticks
and seeds and berries and leaves
turning the night sky into oof's personal canvas
and they were all linked together
distant balls of hydrogen
into one giant constellation
then one night oof brought with him onk
and showed onk the asterisms
and how they lead to mammoths and sloths
and even showed him oga and gaz and eeg
onk was struggling but oof persisted
then oof led onk's eyes to the parts between
and all of the rocks and sticks and seeds
and onk said it looked like diarrhea
Per Per Breek
i don't know what a phone is
i don't know what a chair is
i haven't the foggiest what a hassock is
no idea what a cereal bowl is
you tell me i have a brain
hah, my eyes glaze over
i'm a per per breek
ahhhhhhhhh
i'm a per per breek
danger, danger, i don't know what a nose is
danger, danger, i don't know what air is
multiple faces squinch and squawk
i have no idea what a face is
my hard drive is empty
my sinuses empty into my cranium
i'm a per per breek
ahhhhhhhhh
i'm a per per breek
i don't know what the sky is
i don't know what a cake is
i don't know what a day is
i don't know what the ground is
i don't know what up is
i don't know what a city is
i don't know what a see-saw is
i don't know what down is
i don't know what a comma is
i don't know how i am talking
i don't know what talking is
i don't know what what is
you tell me i have a brain
my nose is a time machine
i'm a per per breek
ahhhhhhhhh
i'm a per per breek
ahhhhhhhhh
Should I Eat the Amplifier?
compression operators crown a palace
of hysterical counterparts amidst kettled storms
and overlapping office walls
in the days of les nessman
cotton pants were deemed unpopular "proper nouns"
in hasty waterfowl curriculum
shaping condensed theater policies for decades
what do you do when you go
into a bookstore and find only spoons?
intended campuses and waved vendors
scratch at the descriptive tourist algorithm
only to find that chunk warehouses
and layer pump algorithms mindfully laugh
at the symbolic beef circuitry
glove charters beside yellow telephones
exit with prototypes of sunrise frisbees
lacking turntable pressures and jovian faucet collapses
what did I have for breakfast?
somehow my pants survived buffet expansion
it was the first time i ate two pieces of cake
in an enormous amount of years (4000 or 3?)
i suspect there are counterexamples available
from a martian perspective
but i sure do like to face south
when i'm in a uni-mart parking lot
sidewinding cartridges delay their anteater prominences
i'm not sure if you can smell solar faculae
but i think i just did
liver treats are scattered across the floor
the sounds of sniffing and slurping
emanate off the four surrounding walls
questionable biscuits initiate teapot procedures
and various tunnel anthologies group around
dull envelopes and multiple postscripts
amidst the carbon planets
i smell parrots and shy art bubbles
i redirect my atoms around rectangular hotel patents
what was that smell again?
sniffers and cookies are squirming about
in the puppy bowl awaiting the sounds of heavy sniffing
my ordinary potato treks a forum assembly with better
scrolling and shorthand infrastructure proteins
my glass of eggnog becomes acquainted
with tooth yawns and boiling vinyl physics
outside the "brass breeze orbits" room
am i guaranteed a tax rebate or
should i just have some more caramel bugles?
my clipped biology clogs my optics
with calendar flushes and roundabout gloves
duplicate dummies and market newsletters
return me to a kingdom of numerals and
kettle arch studies from prized paradox twists
a baffling copper protocol sounds off the
"conjecture degree slice arithmetic colors" doors
flapping dangerously, only to find peas and
over-indulgent waving patterns
what's for lunch today?
sometimes i know what popeye is thinking about
each puzzle sweep counts rigorous infrastructure coal
frowns only to find tomato overlap and
garden railroad questionnaire referendums
my ongoing metal newspaper mess talks
with nostalgic boggle games while the
computer thirsts for 7-up and well-perceived
arcades and island bicycles
anyone care for a kaiser roll?
peanut butter and roasted vegetables are fed
through a tutorial director
parked headlines and jedi warriors skip lavatory events
in order to sponsor prolonged chancellor automobiles
on my island i see theorems
i have a duplicate composition about communist cobbler bays
and my luggage cables disable my relief
i scratch my nose when i hear cracking sounds
emanating from my split pea and ham soup
an implausible chocolate table sneaks past
a custard framework for a disco biography
my anthology gets misprinted when i use
swirly straws when drinking my cake
a specialist counterexample of a "behind the algorithm"
stageshow causes a thoughtful dependence on penny fishes
cheese paragraphs and overlapping asparagus chords
hum like a pile of kneepads
how many teaspoons of sugar?
a legitimate jet sets a precedent with writer jams
and supermarket platforms
my hearing tube gets introduced to the dealer gloves
and an eighteenth-avenue symphony
frustrated sneakers pretend "west yawns geography"
is the reformed headline and criterion for adding hoses
to the "whatever loose whale" doors
when do the curtains clog the allowable anomalies?
described concrete and advanced scenery colors interfere
with inaccessible postcards containing
contemporary cylinder instructions
missed column supplements sigh when the conspicuous gnomes
bring their undetectable laundry and dash commentators
the book of the day turned out to be
"around the authority file in 80 days"
should i bring a spoon?
Hungry ironing boards hop along mole migration lines
but discover straightforward ways of arranging
polyphonic wrap sandwiches
a lunatic warp confuses the metro gulf scream
and strains the filtering of "piggapotamus" treats
unconvincing literature makes me feel like
an optical retired recipe for pineapple cookies
is phoenix the predecessor of misunderstood picnic tables?
does my nose hear shoe particles?
academic bicycles and un-whatever frameworks deliver
patient pants and unguided physicists to the
edges of the rhubarb pie table
copper livers and astronomical campus lighting schemes
appreciate the bubbling ghonks of yesterday
while blanket gas permeates refreshed soap
and a pile of vowels
jean stapleton likes abbreviations
but knows to retract an automobile
from a revolutionary garage
i can fold my nose
handling exams sailing spins tail
knocks change fishes
historic onion moderate prototype
multiplied goals vocabulary fumes
designer disorder
my scarce garage opens lunchtime
unspecified parades bacterium squad
my 32 pocketed-shirt left out 32 groans
as it awoke in the early hours of the morning
my staircase sighs below my multi-ton feet
silver ducks eat chocolate foam mechanisms
and compress yeti verbs with their shape bombs
and colorful refrains
casual flipping centers bounce their angled forks
over a bowl of gibberish and spicy washingtonian sauce
is there a better way to pipe butter into hamper canyon?
donated boggle games shift sloppy amplifiers
around professor flashes
my parrot paperback recovers percentage bugs
and composite passenger brush
at the risk of sounding like a frog
i intervene in kingdom enthusiasm
and stringent ladder remedies
texts fiddle down the intellectual batch
and eminent philosophy slideshows
am i now a railroad or a bus route?
"the waters of my sink" is a featureless ood order
with rounding nerves, bulletin museums, and flushed specimens
my elite spellchecker guides the cookie pump-pump
through a series of trouser chalks and listener formulae
i smell the resources and am reminded of the ice cream
parameter days and microwaved font shifts
are my shoes interactive or did i just turn myself into a pdf file?
dried stories surround a busy oil puddle
suppressed by dining room structures
i concentrate until the baffling grapefruit juice
squeezes my nose
a spectrum of custard from the "whatever zone"
finds wet wheels, unusable salts, and frozen synonyms
the couch points at the computer keyboard
it desires a coat from ebay
after whatever beef concatenates traditional natural ears
an antique colleague bucks and errs heavier subsidiaries
concealed sopapillas and mistaken livers ride genius postcards
to the voter opus "wombat ocean"
a revolution and a grain phrase intervene only to substitute
sweeping tomes of talking scum
what does my stomach think about this?
Consecutive lesson orbits are thrown through
sky exits past wide interior storms
the tricky era, apart from boredom
bounce rears the landscape jokes
and ecological participants
sesame street cyclists hide behind private menus
and master continental corn treks
why isn't my country a biscuit?
in the days of meatloaf man
licensed sinks finished magic marker singular grasses
backspace interpreters are liable to snag
universal incomprehensibles from the unattended whoops
inside our geographical dialect cluster
behind the sauce, air resumes its conversational algorithms
with a coarse attack on feet steam
this morning i found my peptobismol to be illiterate
my debugger hums like an ambient tangerine dream piece
from the 1970s when its eyesight herds a flooded downhill
justifiable commentators stare at gas straws and
prime up their ideology on arriving companies
of distinguished fuss rots
the bench emerges from a desert of nuclear hams
and meets the parabolic guests
french fries are exchanged
i am rescuing invaluable algebra
and my cramped oar listens to uncommon bubbles
recruiting nuisance and exhibit bumps
from anonymous amplifier abstracts
i fold my ears when i hear the cuckoo peripherals
a dessert tactic whistles past stamped research
on fossilized champagne glasses and
wide-street pavement cleaners
shareholders repair my idea bicycle with
attached bottle dashes and disconnected blankets
a taxpayer gleefully skips by with an invitation
to the reassuring baggage and doctor who party held
at the esteemed earl houser forest preserve
do i bring macaroni or my core records backlog?