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Someone​’​s floating

from Last night at the old hotel by Brevard Busking Coalition

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(Heinous Bienfäng & His Cheap Moves)

Someone’s floating in my stream of consciousness
Every night I hear their screams and splashes of distress
Our lives are joined perpetually in periods of unrest
I scream, I scrawl, I bake the wall

If I had half a mind,
I’d take it out and play with it

Someone’s floating in my stream of consciousness
Last night I took a girl on a date and what did she profess
To not know my identity, I said “you wanna guess”?
She screamed, she fled, I dropped my head

If I had my thirty bucks,
I’d go down to the hardware store
And I’d get the largest power sander
And I’d make my brain smoooo-ooo-ooth
(like an egg)

Someone’s floating in my stream of consciousness
Last night I got the final dot of an SOS
A terrible thought has split my skull and now I must confess
I want to do a cannonball in someone’s consciousness

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from Last night at the old hotel, released August 2, 2014
A: dawul, percussion
bt: frame drum, giggle stick, vox
db: guitar, vox
HCM: bass, vox
JC: mandolin, vox
TM: drum kit
(special guest) Heinous Bienfäng: vox

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Oranga Tanga West Melbourne, Florida

Strange stirrings are reported from the jungle. A breeze swirls the atmosphere like a nun stirs her morning coffee. The smell of drums is heavy in the air, like a remembered punch. The natives, never ones to contemplate these things, are restless and getting restlesser. There is no unrestlesting the restlesserification of… this is where the doctor said I should stop writing. ... more

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