Starring , as the downtrodden Astronaut trying not to look like Don Knots , Filo Dough , and introducing a new piece of meat wearing nothing but his dignity ( and the emperor's new clothes ), that rancid cheese , Captain Blintz !
And from the electronics's dumpster , many old television sets with cut outs of Tahiti pasted over their screens .
And some v
acuum cleaner tubes . And an old chair . And chewing gum pulled thin for creepy special effects , and lots of free booze to enhance the ambiance of drunkenness and for those of us who don't drink or ingest tasty hallucinogenics , a fog machine and Pink Floyd Muzak ....
acuum cleaner tubes . And an old chair . And chewing gum pulled thin for creepy special effects , and lots of free booze to enhance the ambiance of drunkenness and for those of us who don't drink or ingest tasty hallucinogenics , a fog machine and Pink Floyd Muzak ....Now , before we forget , lest we forget , should we forget , what was i saying ?
Winding springs the ticking counter
Anxious hours as conflicts totter
On the cusp but life goes on ,
Not for me but sure , for Ron
My astronaut 'cause he's alive
while i'm spare parts & a hard drive .
Anxious hours as conflicts totter
On the cusp but life goes on ,
Not for me but sure , for Ron
My astronaut 'cause he's alive
while i'm spare parts & a hard drive .
Ronald lives upon the floor
And often hides behind a wall
For fear of wandering patrols
That window peek and peer in holes
Searching for organic brains
To harness and to place in games
Like checkers or monopoly
On networks that you play on free .
Ron had once with his friend Pip
Took nick knacks and microchips
Hangers , tubes , a putty knife
Conspiring to construct a life
And when it whirred and hummed and moved
Their genius had at last been proved .
Paper punch and glowing tubes
Go go juice that mix with lubes
Made artificial company
Yes sir baby , that was me ,
Me and Ron and his friend Pip
sipping on a mint julep .
In all the hundred year before
Man sent a million forty-four
Objects into space -- a mess
And somehow they'd all coalesced ;
From the sky we cringed with fear
As fire rained on Delaware ;
The Hell machines were out of hand
Now stuff like me was contraband .
The cost of living wasn't worth
Living on a ruined earth
Hence people fled on rocket ships
Shaped liked cooking implements
And that is how it came to be
The world got left to things like me ;
That isn't all , but at the least
It's all for now -- ta ta ; finis .
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This memoir found burned into a swatch of tin foil stapled onto a refrigerator hung from a doppelganger's neck bolt mysteriously reverberating the Rise of the Valkyries from an engraved depiction of a Mutant Ninja Turtle claim-checking the 4th Musketeer's valet , Murf , while a hammer toss event coincidentally impeded the 5th annual March of the Lemmings thus rendering the Cliff Ceremony moot and putting PBS out of business for failing to deliver on their promise of an exciting new documentary-style miniseries featuring misunderstood mammals .
