'98-'99 Season
1998-1999 Season
Rusty and old,
Pieces falling off
Three veins running through
Each one branching off, like a river into streams
Soft to the touch on back,
Rigid like sandpaper on front.
Imperfect shape on a flat plane.
You never die,
Once dry you last forever.
Becoming one,
Red is added to the pallet,
Teeth in bone, the flesh is torn.
The parents of the calf go on.
Be
Wild mustang, as you please,
You
Are the master of your domain
No worries, never a care,
Where
Are you going, so innocent and free?
Tree to tree, jumping and swinging,
Monkey, you fly,
Like a bird in the sky.
Banana in one hand, you think of another,
Your search is interrupted as you see your lover.
You scratch her back, it makes her feel good,
Your dirty trick worked, she's now in the mood.
You're flapping, he's gaining,
Your doom is closer,
Flap faster, poor dove.
No! It's too late his talons are in.
His mind is now thinking from which part to begin.
You hear footsteps a shot and some cheers,
It was your mother, your eyes swell with tears.
Where will you go now? From who will you feed?
You too will die, starving, for some aristocrats' need.
Yo Yo Yo, Get Jiggy with ma' flow!
I am Master Cluck, And I ain't no sittin' duck!
I move to the groove, I got da funk,
So don't just sit there like a monk!
Yo Yo Yo, One two three GO!
I am the Maste', Got a big bad Blaster,
So get in the groove, Don't make me make you move!
If you get funky when you see a monkey,
Then man, you Crazy!
Don't be lazy,
Go to a doctor, he'll fix you up good,
He'll put you out of that jiggy mood.
Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo,
I ain't no gangsta' don't hit the floor!
I might be a chicken,
But when I dance,
I can put Y'all in a funky trance.
And so I sign off by saying PEACE,
I must now fly the coup' before ya call the Police!
Darkness,
Summons and surrounds me.
I move into the Darkness,
It caresses and reassures me.
Wait! There is a light,
A small silly Speck,
Light is reflected from a mirror,
I look inside, the reflection is too real,
Not my own.
I have become a wanderer,
Explorer of myself,
My search, what is it for?!
The answer has so many faces,
But only one is true.
