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Groovecifer

by Groovecifer

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1.
we can roll through on the back of the turtle
 hurtle through time-space to a portal
 and void out the ouroboros stink-finger wormhole 
rubber duck crackpot petroleum war-crutch 
we can do lunch with the alien other
 meet the new tribes halfway at the star-gate 
and wake up the sleepyhead mother creation 
and make it a date
 or we can talk trash til we all turn plastic 
argue over this’s and that’s and be spastic 
fantastic representatives of clash gymnastics 
polarized, hypnotized, strained elastic
 ready to snap at a moment’s plummet
 and vomit the common current computerized judgement

 let’s everybody go dance on the kill floor 
party and roar just a little bit more
 uncover the meathooks, lock the door
 let’s everybody go dance on the kill floor
 let’s everybody go dance on the kill floor
 slipping in the gore just a little bit more 
punch that conveyor switch, lock the door 
let’s everybody go dance on the kill floor

 we can rise up, fly out of the turbulence 
nurture the magical cosmic impermanence 
and use fresh words to plot strange coordinates 
like ornaments decorating spaceship cabin 
elements fused in damastic patterns 
in five dimensions, climb spiral ladders 
til we thaw our our icy forgotten powers 
til we’re all nice and spicy 
or we can play on by dominator measures 
them clipping our wings and plucking our feathers 
us walking round chirping in the boring weather 
like whatever man, long as no one cuts the tether 
umbilical deadline, blandness advancement 
banned unless canned and the package branded 

let’s everybody go dance on the kill floor 
party and roar just a little bit more 
uncover the meathooks, lock the door 
let’s everybody go dance on the kill floor 
let’s everybody go dance on the kill floor 
slipping in the gore just a little bit more 
punch that conveyor switch, lock the door 
let’s everybody go dance on the kill floor 

let’s everybody go dance on the kill floor 
party and roar just a little bit more 
uncover the meathooks, lock the door 
let’s everybody go dance on the kill floor 
let’s everybody go dance on the kill floor
 slipping in the gore just a little bit more
 punch that conveyor switch, lock the door 
let’s everybody go dance on the kill floor
2.
I am the light-speed loudmouth 
alphabet Mother Goose blinking on the panel
 I am the cockroach rubber duck 
monolith big-head tying up the bandwidth 
I am the pony ride ice cream
 poppyseed black cat batting round an eyeball
 I am the motorhome bebop 
pop rock ticking clock parked in the alley 

got nowhere to cruise, no one to schmooze 
loose screws and holes in my shoes 
I ain’t got nothing to lose 
I’m out on a street corner murdering the blues

 I am the butterfly wet spot
 calcified pinecone peaking in your window 
I am the undercover black ops 
fossilized hairball giving you scratchies 
I am the tone-deaf holiday 
sing-a-long brainwave checking in the shipment 
I am the psychedelic black sheep 
Milky Way songbook dreaming of the past 

got nowhere to cruise, no one to schmooze 
loose screws and holes in my shoes 
I ain’t got nothing to lose 
I’m out on a street corner murdering the blues 

I am the bubblegum cyborg 
alkaloid humanoid shredding all the invites 
I am the blindfolded abattoir
 dance party chaperone healing the planets 
I am the hungry ghost cryptograph 
potluck spread stimulating appetites 
I am the fortified sucker-punch 
dime-store bone-saw lifting the curtain 

got nowhere to cruise, no one to schmooze 
loose screws and holes in my shoes 
I ain’t got nothing to lose 
I’m out on a street corner murdering the blues 

I’m murdering the blues 
(just killing them blues)
 murdering the blues
3.
this house has a history 
a murder mystery 
gone unsolved for over a century 
built on land where an abandoned factory 
trapped some kids
 playing with kerosine 
and they’ve been seen in the basement screaming 
reports of a hanging from the bedroom ceiling 
think I’m getting the feeling 
it’s a hot locale 

step out on the balcony 
grab an EVP 
some disembodied voice threatens to kill me
 probably the figure in the hallway tapestry 
everywhere I move 
his eyes still follow me 
think I’ll take a bath with the water running 
shadows in the medicine cabinet mirror jumping 
adrenaline pumping 
lose rationale

 I need evidence of those beyond this realm 
I gotta special trick that gets em overwhelmed 
I strut and yell taunts across the astral plane
 if they scare me bad I go back again 

this house has a formula 
that isn’t normal
 avenging spirit like a scornful storm 
I’m tied to the mast like a freak unborn 
made the wrong choice at the 
crossroads, torn 
away from my world and planted in another
 never to escape this new demon lover 

I need evidence of those beyond this realm 
I gotta special trick that gets em overwhelmed 
I strut and yell taunts across the astral plane 
if they scare me bad I go back again

 (ask me questions, I’ll knock once for no and twice for yes) 

I need evidence of those beyond this realm 
I gotta special trick that gets em overwhelmed 
I strut and yell taunts across the astral plane 
if they scare me bad I go back again

 don’t feed the trolls, they only eat
 don’t feed the trolls, they only eat 
don’t feed the trolls, they only
4.
Bean Soup 03:35
it’s the middle of winter 
you can’t eat people
 because it’s illegal 
gonna have to eat the bean soup
 didn’t wanna reminder 
of ever looking behind ya 
tore off your rearview mirror, now 
all you see is bean soup 

this record gonna make you poop 
get things moving
 all down inside your mind and your body 
make you go potty
 this record gonna make you poop 
get things moving 
all down inside your mind and your body 
make you got potty

 you got things to do 
these dudes interrupting you 
trying to finish this movie 
they’re dogging you with bean soup 
thugs kidnapped the children
 and you agreed to the ransom 
but they wanna see the money first
 better hand em the bean soup 

this record gonna make you poop
 get things moving 
all down inside your mind and your body 
make you go potty 
this record gonna make you poop 
get things moving 
all down inside your mind and your body 

this record gonna make you poop 
get things moving 
all down inside your mind and your body 
make you go potty
 this record gonna make you poop 
get things moving 
all down inside your mind and your body 
make you got potty
 make you go
5.
Astrochicken 04:46
got an itch, wanna scratch it
 astrochicken must to hatch it
 plastic grass in Easter baskets 
flatulence powered phantom gaskets
 crap-in-a-hat, dead in caskets 
innocent outcast, here lies Manson 
rapid flashes too fast to capture 
maximum tacit fragile actions
 mystic doodles on circled wagons 
instant noodles, purple dragons
 static pink noise, poles with lanterns 
rabbits pop out of holes holding cannons 
random weirdness or conscious madness 
bots on acid, southern accents 

still on the move, condition normal
 pyramid tech, electro-thermal
 cockpit cockroach lieutenant colonel 
spiderwebs dance in fairy circles 
tardigrades plan parade rehearsal 
in an atom smasher for a commercial 
earthworm farm and hyperdrive
 saucer clown-car seating five
 thousand, spouse and temple shrine 
haunted house to spook your mind 
a life’s supply of sparkling wine
 waterspouts taste lemon-lime
 pull out couch when sleepy-time 
all for 19.99

 astrochicken, astrochicken 

further outward, deep beyond 
think I heard Major Tom respond 
no more daylight, dusk or dawn 
too far gone to be withdrawn 
like my astrochicken song 
hope that it don’t go on too long 
just a groove you can count on 
to not call you weak or test your strong 
say you’re right nor make you wrong 
put you quite where you belong 
astrochicken up in your mind 
astrochicken keeps you aligned 
astrochicken boosts morale
 astrochicken is your best pal

 Baghdad Battery, space kebob
 body clock calendar, liquid knob
 seaside seashell’s ocean psalm ding a bell or bang the gong
 in the dead of night, in the absence of light 
watch where you’re going, watch who you bite 
in a dark stream dream, a place in between 
look for a razor, look for a seam 
and cut along the dotted line 
astrochicken feeding time
 hydrocarbons and ice-nine 

astrochicken, astrochicken 

astrochicken in the dead of night
 astrochicken in the absence of light 
astrochicken in a place between 
astrochicken cuts through the dream
 astrochicken in the dead of night
 astrochicken in the absence of light 
astrochicken in a place between

 keeps on going, just won’t stop 
ain’t no turning back once it’s launched 
sees the astronomy, plots its course
 no apologies, no remorse 
trolling galaxies like a boss
 can’t be found, but it ain’t lost 
map is not the territory
 action not obligatory 
call now, we wave the shipping fee 
call now, receive a spare for free 
flying through the sky (from parts unknown) 
flying through the sky, my chicken bone 
leave it alone, leave it alone 
let it carry on, let it carry on 

astrochicken, astrochicken 
astrochicken, astrochicken
6.
Muh Roads 03:48
muh roads
 muh roads 
who’s gonna build muh roads 
muh roads 

muh schools, my bombs 
muh rubber duck freak train call to arms
 muh firetrucks, my stitches 
muh stake in the backyard for burning up the witches 
muh civilized society, my piety 
my variety, my indoctrination
 my vocation, my total lack of influence 
on flags on nations, muh modes 

muh roads 
muh roads 
who’s gonna build muh roads 
muh roads

 my votes, muh taxes 
my lily-livered off-balance ode to Abraxas 
muh sheep, muh wings 
my state-sanctioned violence that brings free things 
my benevolent government, my stuttering 
muh sputtering, my complication 
my resignation, my absolute commitment
 to mind-ruination, my nodes

 muh roads 
muh roads 
who’s gonna build muh roads
 muh roads 
roads 
roads
 (roads) muh dog-dang roads

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The solo pop rock EP.

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released May 25, 2021

Guitar, Bass, Keyboard, Vocal, Recording, Mixing, Cover Design
Steve Bennett

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Groovecifer Brackenridge, Pennsylvania

Not famous. No homework. Briefs. Van Hagar. Voluntaryism. Spaces after commas. Funk. Horror. Taxation is theft. Democracy is mob rule. Music. Movies. Cartoons.

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