Dignitaries and honoured guests
the currents of history have ebbed and flowed to produce
a convergence of objects, people and thoughts
that have brought us here for an
experience that no one outside this room will share.
We are about to witness an ensemble known
for eschewing moribund tradition
s of the musical establishment while
adopting pan-cultural innovations
Friend, Astronaut Love Triangle
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Charlie
Delta
All play in the band
birds sing
bells ring
ding ding
soul thing
give them all a hand
when we all go out
with bright clear snouts
we know what it is all about
I think
this song
is close
to done
so bye-bye for now
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screw off
screw up
screw on
screw in
the light bulb jimmy
the bulb
is dead
the light
is out
change it now jimmy
we're just sitting here
we're blind alone
please change the light bulb now jimmy
he's changed
the bulb
flicked on
the switch
and now we're happy
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la stash
bombarde
relax
dungeon
dreadful abstinence
doldrums
fatty
French kiss
Frank talk
a grenade of love
Affronted by love
three-d children
You did not do your eight sweetie
Freedom
Tactite
Turnstile
Tantrum
I want some cake now
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But he had an edge - his gills
Desperately need some dill
grow it on the windowsill
Addict wants to take a pill
Not to is an act of will
Put the cash into the till
Among all the other bills
Jack and Jill went up the hill
She pushed him and now he's killed
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7 Her voice is furry and mauve
7 Her eyes are high-pitched and soft
7 Her hair hides a treasure trove
7 She's the one who takes me aloft
8 Dancing synesthesia waltz
6 Singing nothing that's false
8 twirling through ribbons of azure
6 smelling a song that's pure
8 His laugh has a funky odor.
Her toes twinkle is dark magic
Her eyes LOL and stir a quiet feast
their colour is an earthquake
a tsunami that sounds like
blue cookie fur until
the sound of wet dogs peals forth
the bells send waves of rainbows through my brain.
You smile of hash and pinecones
your rhyming and and it makes me sill.
The sound of your eyes on my bosom
was opium down my spine
Taste
touch
smill
sound
sight
Her toes twinkle and sparkle
rutabaga 10 with my extra-sensory perception
chesterfield 8 I can smell your rutabaga
clocks 10 chesterfield surf the wedding reception
fan 8 use a fan my clocks are Mega
petals 9 Plucking petals I learn she loves me
9 It will be a tasty conception
His laugh has a funky odour
and his fur inspires me
It sounds like a tissue-paper comb
humming the national anthem of France
When I sing the silent dance
In blue and orange circumstance
kicking over a colony of ants
will Manny keep on her pants !?
Surround by the sound of glass
Smell - Flower petals chime in the odour of salt
Taste - She tastes like time in a clock run amuck
Hearing - I hear a symphony of chesterfields
Sight - I can see a fan wave lanourously in arcs of heat
Touch - I caress your rutabaga blueness
Her voice is sky blue
She smells like bells
His glances taste like rainbows
Her hair is the colour of a fish fry
Her skin feels smooth as middle C
My love like a new mown grass
Her kisses taste like darkness
She dances in castille soap
When I sit down on it
The chesterfield loved my smiling ass
your eyes heard my cries for a spanking
Amber aspic pudding pie
your knees evoke a lie
Their dimples are equivocal
maybe they're blue, maybe they're green
but I can't smell their spindly, knobbly softness
But it sounds like clam chower
and tastes like old Basil Crowder
of vinegar and kiss
Your naughty nose smelled my cry for a spanking
I tasted the fan and lacerated my thoughts
Hungry flower petals eye my sandwich
I heard you stuand up to the clocks pungent tiding
When I sit on it, the chesterfield loves my smiling ass
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Without you, I'm like
an axe...
a hammer....
a drawer without a handle
a blackout without a candle
a hippie who's lost his sandal
Jack Klugman without Tony Randall
a sink without a faucet
a horse without a stable
an eave without the gable
milk without the bottle
gravy without the ladle
I'm an unplayable song, an unbrightened darkeness, a barefoot wanderer, only half of an odd couple, I'm a useless tool.
%5BOn the same sheet of paper in a different ink, I wrote:
TOASTS
- It's only at weddings, why?
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This is appears to Patrick Brazeau's worldly possessions
appear to have been brought out here
behind the residence
after a domestic dispute last night
his personal papers
letters
the whole thing
ID
books
cds
bag of weed
jersey
It's a sad scene.
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for tricks
for spice
Astronaut love tri
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try us
come on
stand up
and raise high your voice
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You may ask what do they do at their weekly gatherings?
You may ask, but you should not expect answers from
the incomparable
Astronaut Love Triangle
Here they come.
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