LYRICS -- SUBFIELD PIPE (2020)
All lyrics by Ken Robinson
Off at Tangents
there are several ways to escape from a paragraph invasion
broccoli makes me unfold myself
the ants went down to the diplodocus farm
they were handing out free polynomials at the airport
i'm a bowtie waiting for a spin
take me to your paper towels
how many bags of dump are you donating?
my favorite halloween costume is a coal mine
my favorite color is square
in the beginning gary created the hampers and the encyclopedia
i followed the crumbs to nova scotia
ethan eats his shoelaces on the east side of the house
i thought about a urine waterfall
when they were talking about how well the picnic went
across the seas of space, the cookies are other belts
i felt plasma come out of my right ear
and then a "speed limit 25" sign came out of my left ear
map of philadelphia, a hosebox in storage
they found a post office in my sinuses
george donated a ham to ronald's ham archive
lisa gave george a ham to give to ronald for his ham archive
snoring is the body's way of telling you to sweat more
on saturdays i am a tank
if this universe were any smarter, it would smell like a pie
are you the bathroom cup of twitter?
i wear a cape when i mow the lawn
diet soda is a drainage pit, latrines in every city
you never really learn much from hearing yourself fart
i am not an example of a professor
i'm sort of like a backlog
cactus sugar advertisement battle neck silver protest system
things cable rail sand porter toys curtain driving sign
government leg force tray achiever sail expansion tin show
insect finger pest stomach example note snow rose crime
mitten trains sneeze view laugh star tramp egg horn snail
zinc ocean board sack knife rat heat engine cats paper
air spoon voice cover unit toilet
strange things plumbers find in clogged toilets #44: a swing set
yesterday i momowebbed for three hours
who's up for an afternoon of castle dragging?
giving out rubber bands as prizes is so 1970s
ketchup astrophysics
hooray for encyclopedias!
strange things plumbers find in clogged toilets #104: connie mack stadium
oh glorious hamper!
bryan's backpack contained nothing but cedillas
bricklaying became the profession widely thought of as t-provenance and s-linked
without me, when i asked about the bag fart box dung hole ghost romper room response
i have a bipolar collection and zooplankton from the back of the box
high and lower teeth from gaseous drinks
and moments of a thermos underground with a dirge
my brain arrived through a z39.50 portal
i'm stuck in the mantissa trying to make a leap into the exponent
my ears also double as gloves
alvin spends all day sitting very quietly listening for farts
large amounts of nose hair is making a comeback
i like to paint rooms when i'm stuffed with lasagna
sooner or later they're going to find my exoplanet
you can smell the pajamas from miles away
the plan to convert north america into a toilet is on schedule
why aren't there uppercase and lowercase numbers?
i sometimes wish my colon would give me spoiler alerts
i wrap myself in maps
The Grumpy Piggapotamus
instrumental
Hoagies Attends Without Poops
can sandwiches habit the farm?
farts chases its discriminate book
the differential hooks a far dirt
the discovered champagne boils
sandwiches upgrades farts before a jungle
can hoagies bugger the parallel vinyl?
hoagies sweeps above poops
the distress bounces!
hoagies bankrupts poops underneath the decade
hoagies attends without poops
Available on Microfiche
instrumental
Photographs of Oxygen
turtle parallelograms
subterranean stethoscopes
patched pavement ping pongs
deep in my soul i know
paragraphs of gothic croutons
wasted waterhole telephones
don't think of standard numbers
washing machine sediments relieve baskets
no use considering possibilities
vertical stereo saucers
shaking shirts and hoover suits
doubts disappear
fortunate pincushions and cardboard tables
shining puzzle cars complicate carter cups
fire and cheese and popsicles
dobey rag ribboned cartwheels
funky fractured farts flare ferociously
flutes absorb winnie the pooh squares
consider drive-in toll windbreaks
and count roof tile madness
up and down we go
catch a couch ride
further advanced augmentation
echo in brainwaves
like animals
and imprisoned soap suds
feel the call of the telephone
living in cheeseholes
knowing doorknob duties
security sanctioned deodorant
it seems so oblique
and quite eccentric
and solar
and geocopied
follow the nose
follow the green hose
and water bits
drinking from the museum
in polyester cups
with portable participles
and charged radiator noises
feel the paragraph inside
sense the snoopy circles
and calculate disc suction
a protractor on the throne
phased shaving cream in copper veins
tripod turnips refreshed with boings
no notice from new box panthers
popped pronunciation proceeds all
partially underwear news
hooked on sonics
meatless verbs
bucky balls roll down stairs
schemed parentheses
a bibbed boat of pinwheeled game boards
coughed features delay
diamond-tipped scarfs
pumped chalk
better moose concentration
pod powder
portly praying mantis
ear hair
everywhere
scanned pickles
coded ironing boards
authentic aristocrat recliners
window parakeet
very eyes
suited soda
one by eighteen
suddenly
sponges
Three Poop Dog
instrumental
Pigpen, It's Rubber Duck
it used to be in the open
the paint chipping off the rail
the far end was a brick wall
with glass that you couldn't see through
i can't remember if we could sit
there once was chalk graffiti
and that might still be there today
but they came to enclose this place
and cover it with a sheet of blue
and add another door
a metal coat closet landed in the corner
by the brick wall was a truck battery
it became a clutter box of unnamed stuff
but below the front window
a talking box
hey pigpen, it's rubber duck
but really we thought we were bluejays
scanning the airwaves with our refrigerator ears
antenna climbing high into the sky
the box got plugged into the battery
and it was like a tv without a tube
no one had a name they were born with
like a bunch of wrong numbers without a phone
sitting at the talking box
we were broadcasting our burps and farts
for all of fox chase to hear
one voice said he could track us
and we stopped burping and farting
and the box fell silent
hey pigpen, it's rubber duck
but really we thought we were bluejays
scanning the airwaves with our refrigerator ears
antenna climbing high into the sky
Spray the Palace with Polynomials
instrumental
Go What
instrumental
A Response to the Musical Moron
i have tip-toed across the jack of glove compartment strikes
only to find that online tools are donated tools
it's a sensible pencil that a brain can cloud upon
like the dinosaurs of the 1960s
we can trek rope like a shatner combining gossip with royal instinct
i'm quite happy with not emanating that curriculum you foresee
nor am i trying to invade your nest with glue guns
quibbling about signals is a sure sign that your notes are upside down
but what if our calendar packs are pinched?
i'm online for a reason
and that reason is for forks and frosty windshields
my ass can even orbit the lowest of concrete muck
much like the bladders of pittsburgh
but then you invade me like you have all the frog fields
i only sense that you have a clothes hamper
and it's half full of nasal drippings for unforeseen cautions
tidy up your pants and we won't have to tell you about the dampening of whoops
i exist in more than one database
it's like we're swamped with goldfish
your paranoia is an unwanted romance
and by the time you take a break
you're breathing in cheese crackers
so what type of rock farm are you?
do you do nothing else but promote eggs?
i'm seeing a soundtrack slope that slides off into a mouth of expressways
we could all have been painting them
if you can agree to a new lifestyle of casual ass and thick fever cereal
i think most of us can get behind a box of pears
it's interesting that your messy crown lives in the sundry rots of almandine
correspondingly, the pork is like an ork
but lacks the ideological stiffness of overhead mutters
defined for the benefit of all the choral attacks
please purchase a pump only if you can acquire alopecoid curtains
so your galaxy seems to me to be a bit like
a "hotel hailed as a directive node that includes a directive node"
gazing at soup, i have to wonder how you'll fill out your 2021 census forms
are you a medieval lecturer or do you spend all day downloading pictures of bird poop?
i can try doing this and no matter how tight my pants are
they keep sliding into my socks
this century you are the epitome of an unaware grandfather
of the textbook diaper-changing of meatloaf carburetors
i will lean my rubbers into a highway of logs
and you have the nerve to call me a kettle of subroutines
that can't tell the difference between a verb and an owl turd
from now on you can wait in a line for ham like the rest of us
from now on you can wait in a line for ham like the rest of us
from now on you can wait in a line for ham like the rest of us ...