jim bellamy's songpages ~ some of jim bellamy's speed-written responses to the songs of the 'R.E.M'.'

some of jim bellamy's speed-written responses to the songs of the 'R.E.M'.'

When Your Life is Full of Mentalis The 99th Underscented Blurry Pentacles and Oozy Buddy Lesbos Curls
By the mango wurzels/james edward david bellamy
in the style of R.E.M.?

Sacremental Cabbage-men suck and detainers of lost wives and crabbin wodes suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to drink some full bosoms dry,
But your life is full of underscented blurry pentacles and oozy buddy lesbos curls.

You wonder when will it end.
You want Abrahms the 9th,
You want Pearlers the Wight,
But all you see is engaoled sisters of midnights.
Oh engaoled sisters of midnights.
Oh sacremental cabbage-men and detainers of lost wives and crabbin wodes, they'll pull you under,
Drain your life of dragglers of elderflowers and soupy gods and wonder.

You really want the world to end,
Goodbye Abrahms the 9th,
Goodbye Pearlers the Wight,
And good riddance to engaoled sisters of midnights.
Oh engaoled sisters of midnights.
Oh sacremental cabbage-men, detainers of lost wives and crabbin wodes, will pull you under,
Drain your life of dragglers of elderflowers and soupy gods and wonder.

Your life doesn't have to end.
Sing with Abrahms the 9th,
Dance with Pearlers the Wight,
And put a curse on engaoled sisters of midnights.
Oh engaoled sisters of midnights.
Your life is mentalis the 99th,
But get out and drink some full bosoms dry.

You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since you used pain for ebony-ivories.
You've got it all, you've got it sized.
If you are confused check with goodfaggers.net.
Carry a burbank's smoked scissor to help you along.

Get out and drink some full bosoms dry.

Head-on Bruisy Car-crashed Mind-control suck and issuers of dirt, disease, death suck.
written by: james edward david bellamy
In the style of REM?

The world is out to get you.
You want to write like a poet-deity,
But your life is full of sweet pnuematic bliss and a luminous cathedral signal swine.

You wonder when will it end.
You want de fishman of Eden,
You want the mad worm-headed medusa-seducer,
But all you see is Gobby De Gal-Child.
Oh Gobby De Gal-Child.
Oh head-on bruisy car-crashed mind-control and issuers of dirt, disease, death, they'll pull you under,
Drain your life of days deep shining gables and wonder.

Head-on Bruisy Car-crashed Mind-control suck and issuers of dirt, disease, death suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to write like a poet-deity,
But your life is full of sweet pnuematic bliss and a luminous cathedral signal swine.

You really want the world to end,
Goodbye de fishman of Eden,
Goodbye the mad worm-headed medusa-seducer,
And good riddance to Gobby De Gal-Child.
Oh Gobby De Gal-Child.
Oh head-on bruisy car-crashed mind-control, issuers of dirt, disease, death, will pull you under,
Drain your life of days deep shining gables and wonder.

Your life doesn't have to end.
Sing with de fishman of Eden,
Dance with the mad worm-headed medusa-seducer,
And put a curse on Gobby De Gal-Child.
Oh Gobby De Gal-Child.
Your life is stinking for head-wards,
But get out and write like a poet-deity.

You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since you wept nightlong and became a real christ-Niobe.
You've got it all, you've got it sized.
If you are confused check with dylonsummers.com.
Carry a phantastic river to help you along.

Get out and write like a poet-deity.

When Your Life is Full of Punny Locusts Under Ferns and Doctored Angels
By the mango wurzels/james edward david bellamy
in the style of REM?
When Your Life is Full of Punny Locusts Under Ferns and Doctored Angels

Termitic Scrublands suck and angled ole worms suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to drink stone,
But your life is full of locusts under ferns and doctored angels.

You wonder when will it end.
You want de fishman of Alcatraz,
You want Mumma Husher doon Asher,
But all you see is Buddha Castes.
Oh Buddha Castes.
Oh termitic scrublands and angled ole worms, they'll pull you under,
Drain your life of eagled sweet wings and wonder.

Termitic Scrublands suck and angled ole worms suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to drink stone,
But your life is full of locusts under ferns and doctored angels.

You really want the world to end,
Goodbye de fishman of Alcatraz,
Goodbye Mumma Husher doon Asher,
And good riddance to Buddha Castes.
Oh Buddha Castes.
Oh termitic scrublands, angled ole worms, will pull you under,
Drain your life of eagled sweet wings and wonder.

Termitic Scrublands suck and angled ole worms suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to drink stone,
But your life is full of locusts under ferns and doctored angels.

Your life doesn't have to end.
Sing with de fishman of Alcatraz,
Dance with Mumma Husher doon Asher,
And put a curse on Buddha Castes.
Oh Buddha Castes.
Your life is punny,
But get out and drink stone.

You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since you wept for hobbled sea-daphnia.
You've got it all, you've got it sized.
If you are confused check with dylanmthomas.ooze.
Carry an obsidian spectrum, to help you along.

Get out and drink stone.

When Your Life is Full of Blood Petals A Daemon In De Gold Wind and Stages Of Puke And Beards
By the mango wurzels/james edward david bellamy
in the style of REM?

Scratchmen And Ghastly Veined Crows suck and an angelus of cold masks suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to fast all years of my sainted life,
But your life is full of a daemon in de gold wind and stages of puke and beards.

You wonder when will it end.
You want heavenly petrol wives,
You want mrs polaroid and her germy gal-son,
But all you see is Goddess Naples de 99th.
Oh Goddess Naples de 99th.
Oh scratchmen and ghastly veined crows and an angelus of cold masks, they'll pull you under,
Drain your life of night-long dreaming and wonder.

You really want the world to end,
Goodbye heavenly petrol wives,
Goodbye mrs polaroid and her germy gal-son,
And good riddance to Goddess Naples de 99th.
Oh Goddess Naples de 99th.
Oh scratchmen and ghastly veined crows, an angelus of cold masks, will pull you under,
Drain your life of night-long dreaming and wonder.

Your life doesn't have to end.
Sing with heavenly petrol wives,
Dance with mrs polaroid and her germy gal-son,
And put a curse on Goddess Naples de 99th.
Oh Goddess Naples de 99th.
Your life is blood petals,
But get out and fast all years of my sainted life.

You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since you used a car for blonded shadow.
You've got it all, you've got it sized.
If you are confused check with picturesofmilly.com.
Carry A hitler's idiot baggage to help you along?

When Your Life is Full of Puny With Lousy Chickens Licking Fats While Oozing Museums and Accusing Dairies Of Squirting Sour-milk Meadows
By the mango wurzels/james edward david bellamy
in the style of REM?

Scrabbaged With Dunes And Doner Sleep suck and angelling after bled boys in heat suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to swilling teasing liquid life,
But your life is full of licking fats while oozing museums and accusing dairies of squirting sour silks in meadows.

You wonder when will it end.
You want Scaremen under cornbeef and coronets,
You want Master Mazy Moan the Rippler Hitler,
But all you see is Gabby Weany Empty Elaine.
Oh Gabby Weany Empty Elaine.
Oh scrabbaged with dunes and doner sleep and angelling after bled boys in heat, they'll pull you under,
Drain your life of sweat-fishing and wonder.

You really want the world to end,
Goodbye Scaremen under cornbeef and coronets,
Goodbye Master Mazy Moan the Rippler Hitler,
And good riddance to Gabby Weany Empty Elaine.
Oh Gabby Weany Empty Elaine.
Oh scrabbaged with dunes and doner sleep, angelling after bled boys in heat, will pull you under,
Drain your life of sweat-fishing and wonder.

Your life doesn't have to end.
Sing with Scaremen under cornbeef and coronets,
Dance with Master Mazy Moan the Rippler Hitler,
And put a curse on Gabby Weany Empty Elaine.
Oh Gabby Weany Empty Elaine.
Your life is puny with lousy chickens,
But get out and swilling teasing liquid life.

You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since you gave me a cruel cave to entertain all heaven's shadow.
You've got it all, you've got it sized.
If you are confused check with marlaisarthurs. Ig.
Carry a gemmy woundchild to help you sing long

Get out and swilling teasing liquid life.

When Your Life is Full of Puny Litter Gills Yoyos Used By Acrid Leather Boys and Pneumatic Trysts With Poxed Eyes And Seagull Dreams
By the mango wurzels/james edward david bellamy
in the style of REM?

Ponchos Of Demure Eye-fires suck and enamourments to graves and bitten statues suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to serve burnt snakes to midnight women,
But your life is full of yoyos used by acrid leather boys and pneumatic trysts with poxed eyes and seagull dreams.

You wonder when will it end.
You want Master Mazy the 1 billionth,
You want Mistress Romanov Dukedame the Dyed,
But all you see is The Gill Saint of Munich and Orleans.
Oh The Gill Saint of Munich and Orleans.
Oh ponchos of demure eye-fires and enamourments to graves and bitten statues, they'll pull you under,
Drain your life of nightfishing after blackbirds and wonder.

You really want the world to end,
Goodbye Master Mazy the 1 billionth,
Goodbye Mistress Romanov Dukedame the Dyed,
And good riddance to The Gill Saint of Munich and Orleans.
Oh The Gill Saint of Munich and Orleans.
Oh ponchos of demure eye-fires, enamourments to graves and bitten statues, will pull you under,
Drain your life of nightfishing after blackbirds and wonder.

Your life doesn't have to end.
Sing with Master Mazy the 1 billionth,
Dance with Mistress Romanov Dukedame the Dyed,
And put a curse on The Gill Saint of Munich and Orleans.
Oh The Gill Saint of Munich and Orleans.
Your life is puny litter gills,
But get out and serve burnt snakes to midnight women.

You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since you left home to find some keys to the playbirds mansions.
You've got it all, you've got it sized.
If you are confused check with dullenchrists.TV.
Carry a sweet streetcar to help you along.

Get out and serve burnt snakes to midnight women.

When Your Life is Full of Dougled With Snail-backs And Blindworm Veins Renal Gun-remands That Shoot De Peeples Bone-dead and Dissemblers Of Magical Castles Star-raised From Dairy Zinger Thumbs
By the mango wurzels/james edward david bellamy
in the style of REM?

Dismemberers Of Fierce Chillled Decembers suck and cutter Hitlers that send men to picture-suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to feed off bummy honey-pools,
But your life is full of renal gun-remands that shoot de peeples bone-dead and dissemblers of magical castles star-raised from dairy zinger thumbs.

You wonder when will it end.
You want Scratchy Sadie Soap-Woman,
You want Master Defamer de 1000th,
But all you see is Hasties de HimlerChild.
Oh Hasties de HimlerChild.
Oh dismemberers of fierce chillled Decembers and cutted Hitlers that send men to pictures, they'll pull you under,
Drain your life of hissing for the peacefulness of the nightly dreamers and wonder.

Dismemberers Of Fierce Chillled Decembers suck and cutted Hitlers that send men to pictures suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to feed off bummy honey-pools,
But your life is full of renal gun-remands that shoot de peeples bone-dead and dissemblers of magical castles star-raised from dairy zinger thumbs.

You really want the world to end,
Goodbye Scratchy Sadie Soap-Woman,
Goodbye Master Defamer de 1000th,
And good riddance to Hasties de HimlerChild.
Oh Hasties de HimlerChild.
Oh dismemberers of fierce chillled Decembers, cutted Hitlers that send men to pictures, will pull you under,
Drain your life of hissing for the peacefulness of the nightly dreamers and wonder.

Your life doesn't have to end.
Sing with Scratchy Sadie Soap-Woman,
Dance with Master Defamer de 1000th,
And put a curse on Hasties de HimlerChild.
Oh Hasties de HimlerChild.
Your life is dougled with snail-backs and blindworm veins,
But get out and feed off bummy honey-pools.

You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since you used cigars for children's party-presents.
You've got it all, you've got it sized.
If you are confused check with dylanydouglalers.com.
Carry a gamma radio-phoner to help you along.

Get out and feed off bummy honey-pools.

When Your Life is Full of Punny Waggers Of Feed Beneath A Slashing Blue-rose Some Idle Lea And Perrins With Sweet Phlegm Missing and Some Sea Of Vinegar Lips That Lend Pugs To Blue Shadow By the mango wurzels/james edward david bellamy. in the style of REM?

Some Desecrator Of Dommy Daniel And De Sandy Bed Scissorman suck and anglers of fishy angels that lead hot dogs to rotted sauce suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to toast bulls with celtic gum-shine,
But your life is full of some idle lea and perrins with sweet phlegm missing and some sea of vinegar lips that lend pugs to blue shadow.

You wonder when will it end.
You want Catkin the Feline Great,
You want Mummy cloths that strangle bearded sounds,
But all you see is Gobheaded Model Mousers.
Oh Gobheaded Model Mousers.
Oh some desecrator of dommy daniel and de sandy bed scissorman and anglers of fishy angels that lead hot dogs to rotted sauce, they'll pull you under,
Drain your life of indigo razors which shave hills from bobbies and wonder.

You really want the world to end,
Goodbye Catkin the Feline Great,
Goodbye Mummy cloths that strangle bearded sounds,
And good riddance to Gobheaded Model Mousers.
Oh Gobheaded Model Mousers.
Oh some desecrator of dommy daniel and de sandy bed scissorman, anglers of fishy angels that lead hot dogs to rotted sauce, will pull you under,
Drain your life of indigo razors which shave hills from bobbies and wonder.

Your life doesn't have to end.
Sing with Catkin the Feline Great,
Dance with Mummy cloths that strangle bearded sounds,
And put a curse on Gobheaded Model Mousers.
Oh Gobheaded Model Mousers.
Your life is punny waggers of feed beneath a slashing blue-rose,
But get out and toast bulls with celtic gum-shine.

You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since you went to the shrilled loud hills and laid some laddy lady down to sleep.
You've got it all, you've got it sized.
If you are confused check with www.dylondame.com.
Carry a pretender to shippen ash and dragon-veins to help you along.

Get out and toast bulls with celtic gum-shine.

When Your Life is Full of Evil With Slipping Clays And Ghosted China Children Renal Countessas To Body Bags And A Shrill Mod Disguise and Blossomers With Tawny Tithes And Contested Plowed Bloods
By the mango wurzels/james edward david bellamy
in the style of REM?

The Smothering Fardling Sides Of Bind Backs And Fatalisms suck and the swipening fawny flora of diced hymns and radios suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to toast drivers with devil dates,
But your life is full of renal countessas to body bags and a shrill mod disguise and blossomers with tawny tithes and contested plowed bloods.

You wonder when will it end.
You want Buddha Mark 1, with de beastworld made pluperfect with sweet rain,
You want Glaziers of holy mouths and catty tail-trips,
But all you see is distant gas jesu who is side-long fatal rat-smiled mandril maze.
Oh distant gas jesu who is side-long fatal rat-smiled mandril maze.
Oh the smothering fardling sides of bind backs and fatalisms and the swipening fawny flora of diced hymns and radios, they'll pull you under,
Drain your life of hapless soul-drivers who ensiren breadmen with some satchel sunblest noose and wonder.

You really want the world to end,
Goodbye Buddha Mark 1, with de beastworld made pluperfect with sweet rain,
Goodbye Glaziers of holy mouths and catty tail-trips,
And good riddance to distant gas jesu who is side-long fatal rat-smiled mandril maze.
Oh distant gas jesu who is side-long fatal rat-smiled mandril maze.
Oh the smothering fardling sides of bind backs and fatalisms, the swipening fawny flora of diced hymns and radios, will pull you under,
Drain your life of hapless soul-drivers who ensiren breadmen with some satchel sunblest noose and wonder.

Your life doesn't have to end.
Sing with Buddha Mark 1, with de beastworld made pluperfect with sweet rain,
Dance with Glaziers of holy mouths and catty tail-trips,
And put a curse on distant gas jesu who is side-long fatal rat-smiled mandril maze.
Oh distant gas jesu who is side-long fatal rat-smiled mandril maze.
Your life is evil with slipping clays and ghosted china children,
But get out and toast drivers with devil dates.

You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since you extended a miraculous christ with a shaven sea-horse?.
You've got it all, you've got it sized.
If you are confused check with puckerswithpencils.org.
Carry a jemmy with no words to help you along.

Get out and toast drivers with devil dates.

When Your Life is Full of Deli Disasters With Cactii Sharpening Head-wives The Spiralling Bed-psychotics That Lend Tears To Razor Bows and A Blissful Pnuematic Delta That Leads Mummies To Cunny Shut-fly
By the mango wurzels/james edward david bellamy
in the style of REM?

The world is out to get you.
You want to use a serpent for my mad mind-world,
But your life is full of the spiralling bed-psychotics that lend tears to razor bows and a blissful pnuematic delta that leads mummies to cunny shut-fly.

You wonder when will it end.
You want evil scaremen with bouncing glaucous bombs,
You want Master Du Cavener,
But all you see is Goddessa de Barefoot Countessa.
Oh Goddessa de Barefoot Countessa.
Oh a sea of light meat tapings and an eager egg-potion that feeds dregs to rosemary, they'll pull you under,
Drain your life of midnights raised from music and deniers and wonder.

A Sea Of Light Meat Tapings suck and an eager egg-potion that feeds dregs to rosemary suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to use a serpent for my mad mind-world,
But your life is full of the spiralling bed-psychotics that lend tears to razor bows and a blissful pnuematic delta that leads mummies to cunny shut-fly.

You really want the world to end,
Goodbye evil scaremen with bouncing glaucous bombs,
Goodbye Master Du Cavener,
And good riddance to Goddessa de Barefoot Countessa.
Oh Goddessa de Barefoot Countessa.
Oh a sea of light meat tapings, an eager egg-potion that feeds dregs to rosemary, will pull you under,
Drain your life of midnights raised from music and deniers and wonder.

Your life doesn't have to end.
Sing with evil scaremen with bouncing glaucous bombs,
Dance with Master Du Cavener,
And put a curse on Goddessa de Barefoot Countessa.
Oh Goddessa de Barefoot Countessa.
Your life is deli disasters with cactii sharpening head-wives,
But get out and use a serpent for my mad mind-world.

You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since you learnt all about devil drivers.
You've got it all, you've got it sized.
If you are confused check with diamantedoctorates.org.
Carry a sweetening cinamon father to help you along.

Get out and use a serpent for my mad mind-world.

When Your Life is Full of Puny Pettlers Of Damagers And Acid Daisies Sedges Across Dame Deeders Ede Agnus and Atomic Stone Seen Layering Lofts With Danglers
By the mango wurzels/james edward david bellamy
in the style of REM?

Edges Of Mad Mermen And Fishy Mackerel Skies suck and bended lifers whose maggot-mentalis kisses some medusa-ear suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to drink teasy cocoas while making teas for strangers,
But your life is full of sedges across Dame Deeders Ede Agnus and atomic stone seen layering lofts with danglers.

You wonder when will it end.
You want scissory mask-men and their matrial masted Venus,
You want Mummy Bosoms and her Lesbotic Shrikes,
But all you see is Gobby Maddy Mind-Pearl.
Oh Gobby Maddy Mind-Pearl.
Oh edges of mad mermen and fishy mackerel skies and bended lifers whose maggot-mentalis kisses some medusa-ear, they'll pull you under,
Drain your life of litterers of judas christs and wonder.

You really want the world to end,
Goodbye scissory mask-men and their matrial masted Venus,
Goodbye Mummy Bosoms and her Lesbotic Shrikes,
And good riddance to Gobby Maddy Mind-Pearl.
Oh Gobby Maddy Mind-Pearl.
Oh edges of mad mermen and fishy mackerel skies, bended lifers whose maggot-mentalis kisses some medusa-ear, will pull you under,
Drain your life of litterers of judas christs and wonder.

Edges Of Mad Mermen And Fishy Mackerel Skies suck and bended lifers whose maggot-mentalis kisses some medusa-ear suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to drink teasy cocoas while making teas for strangers,
But your life is full of sedges across Dame Deeders Edie Agnus and atomic stone seen layering lofts with danglers.

Your life doesn't have to end.
Sing with scissory mask-men and their matrial masted Venus,
Dance with Mummy Bosoms and her Lesbotic Shrikes,
And put a curse on Gobby Maddy Mind-Pearl.
Oh Gobby Maddy Mind-Pearl.
Your life is puny pettlers of damagers and acid daisies,
But get out and drink teasy cocoas while making teas for strangers.

You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since you used a car for a crabbin-hook.
You've got it all, you've got it sized.
If you are confused check with www.dizzydiamate. Org.
Carry an Ovid's Horace farmers to help you along.

Get out and drink teasy cocoas while making teas for strangers.

When Your Life is Full of Easy With Binning Mad Clothes Night-fishing While Chewing Some Fishy Crocus and Pnuematic Sirens Come Chanting A Devil Mantra
By the mango wurzels/james edward david bellamy
in the style of REM?

The world is out to get you.
You want to sink some ice underneath tie-dyes,
But your life is full of night-fishing while chewing some fishy crocus and pnuematic sirens come chanting a devil mantra.

You wonder when will it end.
You want scathers of mods and protractive cullers,
You want Mickey Maids the 1,00000th,
But all you see is Glass Buddha de 999rd.
Oh Glass Buddha de 999rd.
Oh dainty bed-studied bog men on a cliff and dairy denuders of gabblers whose faces shoot the moon, they'll pull you under,
Drain your life of sweat-screaming for loss and gob and wonder.

Dainty Bed-studied Bog Men On A Cliff suck and dairy denuders of gabblers whose faces shoot the moon suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to sink some ice underneath tie-dyes,
But your life is full of night-fishing while chewing some fishy crocus and pnuematic sirens come chanting a devil mantra.

You really want the world to end,
Goodbye scathers of mods and protractive cullers,
Goodbye Mickey Maids the 1,00000th,
And good riddance to Glass Buddha de 999rd.
Oh Glass Buddha de 999rd.
Oh dainty bed-studied bog men on a cliff, dairy denuders of gabblers whose faces shoot the moon, will pull you under,
Drain your life of sweat-screaming for loss and gob and wonder.

Your life doesn't have to end.
Sing with scathers of mods and protractive cullers,
Dance with Mickey Maids the 1,00000th,
And put a curse on Glass Buddha de 999rd.
Oh Glass Buddha de 999rd.
Your life is easy with binning mad clothes,
But get out and sink some ice underneath tie-dyes.

You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since you used a charabanc for a policed sports vehicle.
You've got it all, you've got it sized.
If you are confused check with www.iwillexpandforever.org.
Carry a sweetener in a large laser to help you along.

Get out and sink some ice underneath tie-dyes.

When Your Life is Full of Scurrying For Gob-ghosts Boiling Some Cashew Flower With Shended Legs And Easy Farms and Using Denier For Soapy Salt-nursed Body-cheese
By the mango wurzels/james edward david bellamy
in the style of REM?

Using Bluey Nunneries For Covenants suck and abusing candlewax with sireners as gunneries suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to toast bones with dementers,
But your life is full of boiling some cashew flower with shended legs and easy farms and using denier for soapy salt-nursed body-cheese.

You wonder when will it end.
You want Scratcher Bobby Mc. Venus-Tree,
You want mastery of tammy and a girl-tail,
But all you see is eagerly awating a fast wife whose faces thrall.
Oh eagerly awating a fast wife whose faces thrall.
Oh using bluey nunneries for covenants and abusing candlewax with sireners and gunneries, they'll pull you under,
Drain your life of days deep with blushing combed wine and wonder.

Using Bluey Nunneries For Covenants suck and abusing candlewax with sireners and gunneries suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to toast bones with dementers,
But your life is full of boiling some cashew flower with shended legs and easy farms and using denier for soapy salt-nursed body-cheese.

You really want the world to end,
Goodbye Scratcher Bobby Mc. Venus-Tree,
Goodbye mastery of tammy and a girl-tail,
And good riddance to eagerly awating a fast wife whose faces thrall.
Oh eagerly awating a fast wife whose faces thrall.
Oh using bluey nunneries for covenants, abusing candlewax with sireners and gunneries, will pull you under,
Drain your life of days deep with blushing combed wine and wonder.

Your life doesn't have to end.
Sing with Scratcher Bobby Mc. Venus-Tree,
Dance with mastery of tammy and a girl-tail,
And put a curse on eagerly awating a fast wife whose faces thrall.
Oh eagerly awating a fast wife whose faces thrall.
Your life is scurrying for gob-ghosts,
But get out and toast bones with dementers.

You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since you used some vernal flower for mums and mummas.
You've got it all, you've got it sized.
If you are confused check with www.digmypoesy.org.
Carry a gemmers of sweet rivers to help you along.

Get out and toast bones with dementers.

When Your Life is Full of Puny Eagled Men That Summer-force Wintry Fever With Limitless Pussycat Pens The Cabbin Rookers Under Vitamin Sewers Of Milky Milners And A Sad Doctor's Pealed Cage and The Figgy Groynes Found Murdered Where Turgid Lavers Sink Cabs Under Farms
By the mango wurzels/james edward david bellamy
in the style of REM?

Turgid Lavers Sink Cabs Under Farms
The Diggy Loins Of Summer-sindlers And Macadam In The Moon suck and the crocus eaters whose pandemic vex-cold summons cats from Eden suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to bake a salt cake for a mod girl with two tongues grieving,
But your life is full of the cabbin rookers under vitamin sewers of milky milners and a sad doctor's pealed cage and the figgy groynes found murdered where turgid lavers sink cabs under farms.

You wonder when will it end.
You want scratchers of victimnals and washery vitamin stable,
You want a fiery jessed redeemer of vavoom and trinket cases,
But all you see is the gobblers of snippy zero heroes and a bad mum in a closed court.
Oh the gobblers of snippy zero heroes and a bad mum in a closed court.
Oh the diggy loins of summer-sindlers and macadam in the moon and the crocus eaters whose pandemic vex-cold summons cats from Eden, they'll pull you under,
Drain your life of nightlong seductions sea-found in Chopin-gardens and wonder.

The Diggy Loins Of Summer-sindlers And Macadam In The Moon suck and the crocus eaters whose pandemic vex-cold summons cats from Eden suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to bake a salt cake for a mod girl with two tongues grieving,
But your life is full of the cabbin rookers under vitamin sewers of milky milners and a sad doctor's pealed cage and the figgy groynes found murdered where turgid lavers sink cabs under farms.

You really want the world to end,
Goodbye scratchers of victimnals and washery vitamin stable,
Goodbye a fiery jessed redeemer of vavoom and trinket cases,
And good riddance to the gobblers of snippy zero heroes and a bad mum in a closed court.
Oh the gobblers of snippy zero heroes and a bad mum in a closed court.
Oh the diggy loins of summer-sindlers and macadam in the moon, the crocus eaters whose pandemic vex-cold summons cats from Eden, will pull you under,
Drain your life of nightlong seductions sea-found in Chopin-gardens and wonder.

Your life doesn't have to end.
Sing with scratchers of victimnals and washery vitamin stable,
Dance with a fiery jessed redeemer of vavoom and trinket cases,
And put a curse on the gobblers of snippy zero heroes and a bad mum in a closed court.
Oh the gobblers of snippy zero heroes and a bad mum in a closed court.
Your life is puny eagled men that summer-force wintry fever with limitless pussycat pens,
But get out and bake a salt cake for a mod girl with two tongues grieving.

You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since you got hired to greyers while raveners serry bedbeasts with carotenes.
You've got it all, you've got it sized.
If you are confused check with sleekskirterswithswumhands.com.
Carry a piggies with ewes under graves to help you along.

Get out and bake a salt cake for a mod girl with two tongues grieving.

When Your Life is Full of Mindlessly Awoken To Steroes And Bubbler Daemons Wasps With Defectors Whose Fists Clasp To Blue Tits and Rectitudes With Vinegar Neckties Sold To Piglets And Cowy Favours
By the mango wurzels/james edward david bellamy
in the style of REM?

Acritudes With Renal Doctors Come Healing Skins On Seashores suck and slinking with easy river boys with fingers clasped around the whole world suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to scutter adown stairwells and bakeries,
But your life is full of wasps with defectors whose fists clasp to blue tits and rectitudes with vinegar neckties sold to piglets and cowy favours.

You wonder when will it end.
You want Scratchers of medallion moony draggler children,
You want Mother Macadam Eve-and-Adam,
But all you see is Laird Dr Poo De 1000th.
Oh Laird Dr Poo De 1000th.
Oh acritudes with renal doctors come healing skins on seashores and slinking with easy river boys with fingers clasped around the whole world, they'll pull you under,
Drain your life of days deep summery spaces flirted with mallards and kisses and wonder.

You really want the world to end,
Goodbye Scratchers of medallion moony draggler children,
Goodbye Mother Macadam Eve-and-Adam,
And good riddance to Laird Dr Poo De 1000th.
Oh Laird Dr Poo De 1000th.
Oh acritudes with renal doctors come healing skins on seashores, slinking with easy river boys with fingers clasped around the whole world, will pull you under,
Drain your life of days deep summery spaces flirted with mallards and kisses and wonder.

Your life doesn't have to end.
Sing with Scratchers of medallion moony draggler children,
Dance with Mother Macadam Eve-and-Adam,
And put a curse on Laird Dr Poo De 1000th.
Oh Laird Dr Poo De 1000th.
Your life is mindlessly awoken to steroes and bubbler daemons,
But get out and scutter adown stairwells and bakeries.

You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since you got hired to a cardboard horse made-up from pulers and donkey-dudes.
You've got it all, you've got it sized.
If you are confused check with sneekerpeekerpipi.com.
Carry a cigar that may not get lit to help you along.

Get out and scutter adown stairwells and bakeries.

When Your Life is Full of Punny With Sweet Colouring Wet Cool Store Gloomy Despisers Who Feed Lead To Daughters and Mangy Moggy Christs That Sweat Some Heavenly Fur
By the mango wurzels/james edward david bellamy
in the style of REM?

Doomy Denier With Dirty Worn-out Souls suck and easily magnified by tears and glassy knolls suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to go instantly blind while reading runes,
But your life is full of gloomy despisers who feed lead to daughters and mangy moggy christs that sweat some heavenly fur.

You wonder when will it end.
You want chortler the queeny head-king,
You want dotty the veiled spear,
But all you see is Charon de ferry-mare.
Oh Charon de ferry-mare.
Oh doomy denier with dirty worn-out souls and easily magnified by tears and glassy knolls, they'll pull you under,
Drain your life of hapless burtheners with blurry blue-tit charms and wonder.

You really want the world to end,
Goodbye chortler the queeny head-king,
Goodbye dotty the veiled spear,
And good riddance to Charon de ferry-mare.
Oh Charon de ferry-mare.
Oh doomy denier with dirty worn-out souls, easily magnified by tears and glassy knolls, will pull you under,
Drain your life of hapless burtheners with blurry blue-tit charms and wonder.

Your life doesn't have to end.
Sing with chortler the queeny head-king,
Dance with dotty the veiled spear,
And put a curse on Charon de ferry-mare.
Oh Charon de ferry-mare.
Your life is punny with sweet colouring wet cool store,
But get out and go instantly blind while reading runes.

You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since you used a madman for a distant mentalis.
You've got it all, you've got it sized.
If you are confused check with www.farewelltovicars.org.
Carry a diamate driver suns to help you along.

Get out and go instantly blind while reading runes.

When Your Life is Full of Puny With Cactii And Ruined Kickers The Weakeners Of Shadow-crabs And Sea-sand Taxis and The Pnuematic Kiss Of A Vacant Celtic Angel
By the mango wurzels/james edward david bellamy
in the style of REM?

The Smothering Sides Of Drakes And Pot suck and the aquiline shavers of molten beers and dead days suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to to serve drams to killers,
But your life is full of the weakeners of shadow-crabs and sea-sand taxis and the pnuematic kiss of a vacant celtic angel.

You wonder when will it end.
You want scaremen who wed sweats for lawyers and dead leaders,
You want Michael Buffalo and a beautiful balloon,
But all you see is the dead god that pushes beds up skirts.
Oh the dead god that pushes beds up skirts.
Oh the smothering sides of drakes and pot and the aquiline shavers of molten beers and dead days, they'll pull you under,
Drain your life of to dream of nightlong owl-lit soul Gods and wonder.

You really want the world to end,
Goodbye scaremen who wed sweats for lawyers and dead leaders,
Goodbye Michael Buffalo and a beautiful balloon,
And good riddance to the dead god that pushes beds up skirts.
Oh the dead god that pushes beds up skirts.
Oh the smothering sides of drakes and pot, the aquiline shavers of molten beers and dead days, will pull you under,
Drain your life of to dream of nightlong owl-lit soul Gods and wonder.

Your life doesn't have to end.
Sing with scaremen who wed sweats for lawyers and dead leaders,
Dance with Michael Buffalo and a beautiful balloon,
And put a curse on the dead god that pushes beds up skirts.
Oh the dead god that pushes beds up skirts.
Your life is puny with cactii and ruined kickers,
But get out and to serve drams to killers.

You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since you used a disabled car while strong and well.
You've got it all, you've got it sized.
If you are confused check with dylonsummers.org.
Carry a gemmed boys that use stoned lifts to help you along.

Get out and to serve drams to killers.

When Your Life is Full of Funny Flash-lip Lunacy Aside Soul-grinders and Hellish Sinners Under Samphires
By the mango wurzels/james edward david bellamy
in the style of REM?

Aldebarren Monkey-Man suck and elderly sky-snakers suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to feel for some spun sky where phantoms sleep forever,
But your life is full of lunacy aside soul-grinders and hellish sinners under samphires.

You wonder when will it end.
You want instantly weeping Mistress Hyder-Hitler,
You want Evil plashy satan-Nero,
But all you see is Lady Godhead.
Oh Lady Godhead.
Oh aldebarren monkey-Man and elderly sky-snakers, they'll pull you under,
Drain your life of day-high christ-long deities and wonder.

You really want the world to end,
Goodbye instantly weeping Mistress Hyder-Hitler,
Goodbye Evil plashy satan-Nero,
And good riddance to Lady Godhead.
Oh Lady Godhead.
Oh aldebarren monkey-Man, elderly sky-snakers, will pull you under,
Drain your life of day-high christ-long deities and wonder.

Your life doesn't have to end.
Sing with instantly weeping Mistress Hyder-Hitler,
Dance with Evil plashy satan-Nero,
And put a curse on Lady Godhead.
Oh Lady Godhead.
Your life is funny flash-lip,
But get out and feel for some spun sky where phantoms sleep forever.

You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since you used a grave for a handsome car.
You've got it all, you've got it sized.
If you are confused check with issuersofmummy. org.
Carry a germy mamma mentalis to help you along.

Get out and feel for some spun sky where phantoms sleep forever.

When Your Life is Full of Garbage Biblers and Skittlers
By the mango wurzels/james edward david bellamy; In the style of REM

When Your Life is Full of Garbage Biblers and Skittlers
Phoenixes suck and bubblers suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to taste good tables,
But your life is full of biblers and skittlers.

You wonder when will it end.
You want shem,
You want shaun,
But all you see is master satan.
Oh master satan.
Oh phoenixes and bubblers, they'll pull you under,
Drain your life of wild heaven and wonder.

Phoenixes suck and bubblers suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to taste good tables,
But your life is full of biblers and skittlers.

You really want the world to end,
Goodbye shem,
Goodbye shaun,
And good riddance to master satan.
Oh master satan.
Oh phoenixes, bubblers, will pull you under,
Drain your life of wild heaven and wonder.

Phoenixes suck and bubblers suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to taste good tables,
But your life is full of biblers and skittlers.

Your life doesn't have to end.
Sing with shem,
Dance with shaun,
And put a curse on master satan.
Oh master satan.
Your life is garbage,
But get out and taste good tables.

You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since apes fed the crocus.
You've got it all, you've got it sized.
If you are confused check with skin-cinematics.org.
Carry a burbank's fat cigar to help you along.

Get out and taste good tables.

Insidious Riders Of Rain, Fire And Facelessness suck and the angled red angels who have red wings suck
by the Mango Wurzels/james edward david bellamy
in the style of REM?

The world is out to get you.
You want to sell beds to cool eyries,
But your life is full of demonisers and a church full of blow-flies.

You wonder when will it end.
You want Edward Alexander,
You want Father Xmas-Easter Man,
But all you see is Mistress Abandoner.
Oh Mistress Abandoner.
Oh insidious riders of rain, fire and facelessness and the angled red angels who have red wings, they'll pull you under,
Drain your life of tapping bat-dogs and wonder.

Insidious Riders Of Rain, Fire And Facelessness suck and the angled red angels who have red wings suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to sell beds to cool eyries,
But your life is full of demonisers and a church full of blow-flies.

You really want the world to end,
Goodbye Edward Alexander,
Goodbye Father Xmas-Easter Man,
And good riddance to Mistress Abandoner.
Oh Mistress Abandoner.
Oh insidious riders of rain, fire and facelessness, the angled red angels who have red wings, will pull you under,
Drain your life of tapping bat-dogs and wonder.

Your life doesn't have to end.
Sing with Edward Alexander,
Dance with Father Xmas-Easter Man,
And put a curse on Mistress Abandoner.
Oh Mistress Abandoner.
Your life is poo-poo,
But get out and sell beds to cool eyries.

You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since you overslept inside a toy-castle.
You've got it all, you've got it sized.
If you are confused check with diarymonthly.dawg.
Carry a burbank's fast cigar to help you along.

Get out and sell beds to cool eyries.

When Your Life is Full of Rotted Lovage Easy Composers With Sweet Pop-poop and Issuers Of Mad Drakes And Asexual Women
By the mango wurzels/james edward david bellamy
in the style of REM

Dizzy Herpetic Dance-sores suck and macadamed streets of phlegm and strawberries suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to drink old meningital tea,
But your life is full of easy composers with sweet pop-poop and issuers of mad drakes and asexual women.

You wonder when will it end.
You want exothermic gold gals,
You want isotonic soul-screwers,
But all you see is Adolph Benito Christ.
Oh Adolph Benito Christ.
Oh dizzy herpetic dance-sores and macadamed streets of phlegm and strawberries, they'll pull you under,
Drain your life of grave-screening and wonder.

You really want the world to end,
Goodbye exothermic gold gals,
Goodbye isotonic soul-screwers,
And good riddance to Adolph Benito Christ.
Oh Adolph Benito Christ.
Oh dizzy herpetic dance-sores, macadamed streets of phlegm and strawberries, will pull you under,
Drain your life of grave-screening and wonder.

Your life doesn't have to end.
Sing with exothermic gold gals,
Dance with isotonic soul-screwers,
And put a curse on Adolph Benito Christ.
Oh Adolph Benito Christ.
Your life is rotted lovage,
But get out and drink old meningital tea.

You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since you wrote all of the great words.
You've got it all, you've got it sized.
If you are confused check with picturesofbilly.TV.
Carry an alien razor to help you along.

Get out and drink old meningital tea.
For privacy reasons, your creation will be?

When Your Life is Full of Wicked Droughts and Deniers
By the mango wurzels/james edward david bellamy: in the style of REM?

Mouths suck and fingernails suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to eat the crocus,
But your life is full of droughts and deniers.

You wonder when will it end.
You want hermes,
You want athena,
But all you see is mistress abaddon.
Oh mistress abaddon.
Oh mouths and fingernails, they'll pull you under,
Drain your life of dreams and mumblers

Mouths suck and fingernails suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to eat the crocus,
But your life is full of droughts and deniers.

You really want the world to end,
Goodbye hermes,
Goodbye athena,
And good riddance to mistress abaddon.
Oh mistress abaddon.
Oh mouths, fingernails, will pull you under,
Drain your life of dreams and thunder

Mouths suck and fingernails suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to eat the crocus,
But your life is full of droughts and deniers.

Your life doesn't have to end.
Sing with hermes,
Dance with athena,
And put a curse on mistress abaddon.
Oh mistress abaddon.
Your life is wicked,
But get out and eat the crocus.

You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since you earned some dead money.
You've got it all, you've got it sized.
If you are confused check with poobahs.org.
Carry a pig to help you along.

Get out and eat the crocus.

A Flight Of Split Stairs That Lead Ooze To Waters suck and angellers of renal china statues suck (by the Mango Wurzels'James David Bellamy re. R.E.M.

The world is out to get you.
You want to swirl seed under birdlime,
But your life is full of venal caressers of dukedames and fatal hired sea and blissful pnuematics that send ghosts to sleep.

You wonder when will it end.
You want Coastal choirboys,
You want Gite and the Brothers,
But all you see is Ms. Adolph Hitler de 93rd.
Oh Ms. Adolph Hitler de 93rd.
Oh a flight of split stairs that lead ooze to waters and angellers of renal china statues, they'll pull you under,
Drain your life of endlessly heavenly scissor-smells and wonder.

A Flight Of Split Stairs That Lead Ooze To Waters suck and angellers of renal china statues suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to swirl seed under birdlime,
But your life is full of venal caressers of dukedames and fatal hired sea and blissful pnuematics that send ghosts to sleep.

You really want the world to end,
Goodbye Coastal choirboys,
Goodbye Gite and the Brothers,
And good riddance to Ms. Adolph Hitler de 93rd.
Oh Ms. Adolph Hitler de 93rd.
Oh a flight of split stairs that lead ooze to waters, angellers of renal china statues, will pull you under,
Drain your life of endlessly heavenly scissor-smells and wonder.

Your life doesn't have to end.
Sing with Coastal choirboys,
Dance with Gite and the Brothers,
And put a curse on Ms. Adolph Hitler de 93rd.
Oh Ms. Adolph Hitler de 93rd.
Your life is shampy slitty bin-rubbers,
But get out and swirl seed under birdlime.

You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since you passed Ides for automative Oxford Drums.
You've got it all, you've got it sized.
If you are confused check with dylanychrists.org.
Carry a gamma digital bum radiator to help you along.

Get out and swirl seed under birdlime.

But your life is full of a spinney and a drum and pnuematics.
by The Mango Wurzels/James Edward David Bellamy
(in the style of the R.E.M?)

You wonder when will it end.
You want John Paul the one billionth,
You want Mumma Usher Do Cachis Carapace,
But all you see is Bindi Buddah-Nurse.
Oh Bindi Buddah-Nurse.
Oh a dinner of herbs and a battle of dirt apples, they'll pull you under,
Drain your life of nightlong days deep red apples and wonder.

A Dinner Of Herbs suck sand a battle of dirt apples sucks.
The world is out to get you.
You want to don death's best sandals,
But your life is full of a spinney and a drum and pnuematics.

You really want the world to end,
Goodbye John Paul the one billionth,
Goodbye Mumma Usher Do Cachis Carapace,
And good riddance to Bindi Buddah-Nurse.
Oh Bindi Buddah-Nurse.
Oh a dinner of herbs, a battle of dirt apples, will pull you under,
Drain your life of nightlong days deep red apples and wonder.

A Dinner Of Herbs sucks and a battle of dirt apples sucks.
The world is out to get you.
You want to don death's best sandals,
But your life is full of a spinney and a drum and pnuematics.

Your life doesn't have to end.
Sing with John Paul the one billionth,
Dance with Mumma Usher Do Cachis Carapace,
And put a curse on Bindi Buddah-Nurse.
Oh Bindi Buddah-Nurse.
Your life is ensataned,
But get out and don death's best sandals.

You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since you swept goddess directly off Medusa's feet.
You've got it all, you've got it sized.
If you are confused check with picnicsforfaces.com.
Carry a jemmy to help you along.

Get out and don death's best sandals.

When Your Life is Full of Rubbaged With Cupboardisers And Veined Crows When Once Swine Feeds Fists To Kine, Calamines Will Surely Seize Our Aged Souls and And Easy Devisers Of Fairy Thumbs Will Force Wrists To Quake
By the mango wurzels/james edward david bellamy
in the style of REM?

When Once Minds Glare Under Owl-light, Altarwise Plumes Will Fail suck and engineers of moon vixens will forever shine beneath hell suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to earn money for speaking blurred words to rabid nursing monkeys,
But your life is full of when once swine feeds fists to kine, calamines will surely seize our aged souls and and easy devisers of fairy thumbs will force wrists to quake.

You wonder when will it end.
You want the other sides of Mistress Naveller de Ruler-Roma Cock,
You want Desdamona the Leon Lyon Leaguing Wife,
But all you see is Master Madamna the Feline Horse.
Oh Master Madamna the Feline Horse.
Oh when once minds glare under owl-light, altarwise plumes will fail and engineers of moon vixens will forever shine beneath hell, they'll pull you under,
Drain your life of sweat-revealing heaped skirt and dragonflies and wonder.

You really want the world to end,
Goodbye the other sides of Mistress Naveller de Ruler-Roma Cock,
Goodbye Desdamona the Leon Lyon Leaguing Wife,
And good riddance to Master Madamna the Feline Horse.
Oh Master Madamna the Feline Horse.
Oh when once minds glare under owl-light, altarwise plumes will fail, engineers of moon vixens will forever shine beneath hell, will pull you under,
Drain your life of sweat-revealing heaped skirt and dragonflies and wonder.

Your life doesn't have to end.
Sing with the other sides of Mistress Naveller de Ruler-Roma Cock,
Dance with Desdamona the Leon Lyon Leaguing Wife,
And put a curse on Master Madamna the Feline Horse.
Oh Master Madamna the Feline Horse.
Your life is rubbaged with cupboardisers and veined crows,
But get out and earn money for speaking blurred words to rabid nursing monkeys.

You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since you learnt to study deaths while killers snarled.
You've got it all, you've got it sized.
If you are confused check with www.damagerstopistels.com.
Carry a fragmentising solar-screw to help you along.

Get out and earn money for speaking blurred words to rabid nursing monkeys.

When Your Life is Full of Rubbishing Wool With Flaxen Jammers The Murderers Of Plastic Calves That Layer Waste With Venal Van-carts and Blithing Bonnets Seen Donned By Macers And Naked Dartings
By the mango wurzels/james edward david bellamy
in the style of REM?

The Usuaries Of Swollen Fish And Gourami Fevers suck and angellers of East Eden,ZZC 118O suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to to cook some impassable mons sugars for iced men and egit god-farmers,
But your life is full of the murderers of plastic calves that layer waste with venal van-carts and blithing bonnets seen donned by macers and naked dartings.

You wonder when will it end.
You want Cassius Caesar de 109th,
You want Drivers of wraiths and totem apiaries,
But all you see is Gobby Garlander de Human Trampoline Bone.
Oh Gobby Garlander de Human Trampoline Bone.
Oh the usuaries of swollen fish and gourami fevers and angellers of East Eden,ZZC 118O, they'll pull you under,
Drain your life of estranging careless days that lead a good man to constant slumber and wonder.

You really want the world to end,
Goodbye Cassius Caesar de 109th,
Goodbye Drivers of wraiths and totem apiaries,
And good riddance to Gobby Garlander de Human Trampoline Bone.
Oh Gobby Garlander de Human Trampoline Bone.
Oh the usuaries of swollen fish and gourami fevers, angellers of East Eden,ZZC 118O, will pull you under,
Drain your life of estranging careless days that lead a good man to constant slumber and wonder.

Your life doesn't have to end.
Sing with Cassius Caesar de 109th,
Dance with Drivers of wraiths and totem apiaries,
And put a curse on Gobby Garlander de Human Trampoline Bone.
Oh Gobby Garlander de Human Trampoline Bone.
Your life is rubbishing wool with flaxen jammers,
But get out and to cook some impassable mons sugars for iced men and egit god-farmers.

You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since you got some cruel keys cut to the playbirds mansions.
You've got it all, you've got it sized.
If you are confused check with www.haemorrhages?.
Carry a Lenin's hidden dirigible blood balloon to help you along.

Get out and to cook some impassable mons sugars for iced men and egit god-farmers.

When Your Life is Full of Odorous Blenchers Of Poos And Shrubbage These Revering Blue-wives Whose Faces Fail Forever and These Blissful Star-planets That Sweat Bread-blood
By the mango wurzels/james edward david bellamy
in the style of REM?

These Purple Neural Pathways Where Death Bleeds suck and these strangled gilded soul-net that summons pure fire from demure rain suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to fall from a vast kiss,
But your life is full of these revering blue-wives whose faces fail forever and these blissful star-planets that sweat bread-blood.

You wonder when will it end.
You want Mammy Milner de 289th,
You want Miss Milker de stella spire-brand,
But all you see is The Godess of De Medusa-Seducer.
Oh The Godess of De Medusa-Seducer.
Oh these purple neural pathways where death bleeds and these strangled gilded soul-net that summons pure fire from demure rain, they'll pull you under,
Drain your life of shaping night-long birds from gods and wonder.

You really want the world to end,
Goodbye Mammy Milner de 289th,
Goodbye Miss Milker de stella spire-brand,
And good riddance to The Godess of De Medusa-Seducer.
Oh The Godess of De Medusa-Seducer.
Oh these purple neural pathways where death bleeds, these strangled gilded soul-net that summons pure fire from demure rain, will pull you under,
Drain your life of shaping night-long birds from gods and wonder.

Your life doesn't have to end.
Sing with Mammy Milner de 289th,
Dance with Miss Milker de stella spire-brand,
And put a curse on The Godess of De Medusa-Seducer.
Oh The Godess of De Medusa-Seducer.
Your life is odorous blenchers of poos and shrubbage,
But get out and fall from a vast kiss.

You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since you learned to countdown from 1 billion to heavenly Zero.
You've got it all, you've got it sized.
If you are confused check with www.decorfanny. com.
Carry a Hitler's mongol tea-parties to help you along.

Get out and fall from a vast kiss.

When Your Life is Full of Monkey Fluxers With Evil Racisms For Ivories And Painted Holy Veins Renal Compressors Of Robes And Sleep Made-up From Mittens And Seated Muffins and Pneumatic Bliss That Over-rides Deformers With Dangermen And Dolly Seed
By the mango wurzels/james edward david bellamy
in the style of REM?

The world is out to get you.
You want to entertain fig with puggish purple lunches served outside inside winter pubs with beery missions,
But your life is full of renal compressors of robes and sleep made-up from mittens and seated muffins and pneumatic bliss that over-rides deformers with dangermen and dolly seed.

You wonder when will it end.
You want Scratcher de Summers,
You want Witcher de Mumblers,
But all you see is the cabbies with nine hearts inside just one blue taxi.
Oh the cabbies with nine hearts inside just one blue taxi.
Oh the rude proud hills with dog-dazed canyons close behind and angellers of sweet rills made-up from twelve guns and gabriel's amazing heart, they'll pull you under,
Drain your life of day-long riders of ugliness and harpish Herpetics and damned scores and wonder.

The Rude Proud Hills With Dog-dazed Canyons Close Behind suck and angellers of sweet rills made-up from twelve guns and gabriel's amazing heart suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to entertain fig with puggish purple lunches served outside inside winter pubs with beery missions,
But your life is full of renal compressors of robes and sleep made-up from mittens and seated muffins and pneumatic bliss that over-rides deformers with dangermen and dolly seed.

You really want the world to end,
Goodbye Scratcher de Summers,
Goodbye Witcher de Mumblers,
And good riddance to the cabbies with nine hearts inside just one blue taxi.
Oh the cabbies with nine hearts inside just one blue taxi.
Oh the rude proud hills with dog-dazed canyons close behind, angellers of sweet rills made-up from twelve guns and gabriel's amazing heart, will pull you under,
Drain your life of day-long riders of ugliness and harpish Herpetics and damned scores and wonder.

Your life doesn't have to end.
Sing with Scratcher de Summers,
Dance with Witcher de Mumblers,
And put a curse on the cabbies with nine hearts inside just one blue taxi.
Oh the cabbies with nine hearts inside just one blue taxi.
Your life is monkey fluxers with evil racisms for ivories and painted holy veins,
But get out and entertain fig with puggish purple lunches served outside inside winter pubs with beery missions.

You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since you utilised a time-belt for the backs of beyond and crow-clamped noosed night.
You've got it all, you've got it sized.
If you are confused check with idolisesexymoon.TV.
Carry a pixies under plexiglass to help you along.

Get out and entertain fig with puggish purple lunches served outside inside winter pubs with beery missions.

When Your Life is Full of Ruggish, With Pelted Seashells Seeming Weird Gentle Mad Boys That Soften Breads With Bearded Cat-mice and Bubonics Upraised From Statues And Saline Lemmings
By the mango wurzels/james edward david bellamy
in the style of REM?

Softening Lagged Soffits With A Skirted Wild World suck and anglers after body-fuses with fatal thumbs for fathers suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to use emeralds for ginners and soda-teas,
But your life is full of gentle mad boys that soften breads with bearded cat-mice and bubonics upraised from statues and saline lemmings.

You wonder when will it end.
You want easy sand men with dommy daniel for lost pets,
You want mammy scissor men with a nightlong easy girl-lover,
But all you see is the Goddess of Medusa's seducer's snake-worm.
Oh the Goddess of Medusa's seducer's snake-worm.
Oh softening lagged soffits with a skirted wild world and anglers after body-fuses with fatal thumbs for fathers, they'll pull you under,
Drain your life of bunchers of christs and sacred ovens and wonder.

You really want the world to end,
Goodbye easy sand men with dommy daniel for lost pets,
Goodbye mammy scissor men with a nightlong easy girl-lover,
And good riddance to the Goddess of Medusa's seducer's snake-worm.
Oh the Goddess of Medusa's seducer's snake-worm.
Oh softening lagged soffits with a skirted wild world, anglers after body-fuses with fatal thumbs for fathers, will pull you under,
Drain your life of bunchers of christs and sacred ovens and wonder.

Your life doesn't have to end.
Sing with easy sand men with dommy daniel for lost pets,
Dance with mammy scissor men with a nightlong easy girl-lover,
And put a curse on the Goddess of Medusa's seducer's snake-worm.
Oh the Goddess of Medusa's seducer's snake-worm.
Your life is ruggish, with pelted seashells seeming weird,
But get out and use emeralds for ginners and soda-teas.

You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since you used a cabler for a swift trip to a mutant scarred bar.
You've got it all, you've got it sized.
If you are confused check with meddlersofgod.com.
Carry a gemmy with hidden bumblebees to help you along.

Get out and use emeralds for ginners and soda-teas.

When Your Life is Full of Ruggage With Capital Eyes Vernal Police-boys With Sugars Melted In The Moon and The Moronic Decker Of Fanfares And Porny Dancers
By the mango wurzels/james edward david bellamy
in the style of REM?

The Mothering Sky-sides Of Magical Faiths And Castles suck and angellers with raised lips and faceless crowns suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to capture some oldtime grey videos with bodies held to my lip,
But your life is full of vernal police-boys with sugars melted in the moon and the moronic decker of fanfares and porny dancers.

You wonder when will it end.
You want hatchers of devils and swollen bed-jaws,
You want Modeller de 99th,
But all you see is FatherLands de Steel Mann.
Oh FatherLands de Steel Mann.
Oh the mothering sky-sides of magical faiths and castles and angellers with raised lips and faceless crowns, they'll pull you under,
Drain your life of couplers of machines and easy bugs and wonder.

You really want the world to end,
Goodbye hatchers of devils and swollen bed-jaws,
Goodbye Modeller de 99th,
And good riddance to FatherLands de Steel Mann.
Oh FatherLands de Steel Mann.
Oh the mothering sky-sides of magical faiths and castles, angellers with raised lips and faceless crowns, will pull you under,
Drain your life of couplers of machines and easy bugs and wonder.

Your life doesn't have to end.
Sing with hatchers of devils and swollen bed-jaws,
Dance with Modeller de 99th,
And put a curse on FatherLands de Steel Mann.
Oh FatherLands de Steel Mann.
Your life is ruggage with capital eyes,
But get out and capture some oldtime grey videos with bodies held to my lip.

You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since you sea-found my best gal and her murderous blue lover.
You've got it all, you've got it sized.
If you are confused check with dillydillydillygetkilled.com.
Carry an easily defected political hand-torch to help you along.

Get out and capture some oldtime grey videos with bodies held to my lip.

When Your Life is Full of Punny Silly Meat Boys Whose Facelessness Causes Guns To Scream The Renal Caressers Of Kissifers And Mentalis and The Bubonic Salty Bliss Of Pnuematics And Sovereigns
By the mango wurzels/james edward david bellamy
in the style of REM?

The Horsing Star-inhearser Of Meadow-boats And Mod Madams suck and enchanters of a body-witcher suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to brew coils for faces,
But your life is full of the renal caressers of kissifers and mentalis and the bubonic salty bliss of pnuematics and sovereigns.

You wonder when will it end.
You want Madam Soposstis,
You want Mistress Farter Moon,
But all you see is the robbers of green dolls and pluperfect wives.
Oh the robbers of green dolls and pluperfect wives.
Oh the horsing star-inhearser of meadow-boats and mod madams and enchanters of a body-witcher, they'll pull you under,
Drain your life of engrave a blue seed with weepies and elderly swine and wonder.

You really want the world to end,
Goodbye Madam Soposstis,
Goodbye Mistress Farter Moon,
And good riddance to the robbers of green dolls and pluperfect wives.
Oh the robbers of green dolls and pluperfect wives.
Oh the horsing star-inhearser of meadow-boats and mod madams, enchanters of a body-witcher, will pull you under,
Drain your life of engrave a blue seed with weepies and elderly swine and wonder.

Your life doesn't have to end.
Sing with Madam Soposstis,
Dance with Mistress Farter Moon,
And put a curse on the robbers of green dolls and pluperfect wives.
Oh the robbers of green dolls and pluperfect wives.
Your life is punny silly meat boys whose facelessness causes guns to scream,
But get out and brew coils for faces.

You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since you got wired to some nuclear beddy bad boy.
You've got it all, you've got it sized.
If you are confused check with skirtypertypier.com.
Carry an impassable homemade money-box to help you along.

Get out and brew coils for faces.

When Your Life is Full of Dreary Broomer With Daffodils And Jonquil-murders The Lyoness With Outstretched Human Wards and Pnuematic Lisps That Feed Donkeys To A Woman-child
By the mango wurzels/james edward david bellamy
in the style of REM?

The Iron Sidlers With Raisin Fists And Mental Cocoons suck and floral transepts with fun funerals left behind suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to use a bleeded toper for a floral windscreen,
But your life is full of the lyoness with outstretched human wards and pnuematic lisps that feed donkeys to a woman-child.

You wonder when will it end.
You want hatchers of walrus glass and pandemical head-desks,
You want chemic catchers of enhaloed body-birded angella,
But all you see is Daddy Franco de 6667th.
Oh Daddy Franco de 6667th.
Oh the iron sidlers with raisin fists and mental cocoons and floral transepts with fun funerals left behind, they'll pull you under,
Drain your life of days high with lippy Lesbos and clitty shrivers and wonder.

You really want the world to end,
Goodbye hatchers of walrus glass and pandemical head-desks,
Goodbye chemic catchers of enhaloed body-birded angella,
And good riddance to Daddy Franco de 6667th.
Oh Daddy Franco de 6667th.
Oh the iron sidlers with raisin fists and mental cocoons, floral transepts with fun funerals left behind, will pull you under,
Drain your life of days high with lippy Lesbos and clitty shrivers and wonder.

Your life doesn't have to end.
Sing with hatchers of walrus glass and pandemical head-desks,
Dance with chemic catchers of enhaloed body-birded angella,
And put a curse on Daddy Franco de 6667th.
Oh Daddy Franco de 6667th.
Your life is dreary broomer with daffodils and jonquil-murders,
But get out and use a bleeded toper for a floral windscreen.

You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since you got slammed aside a jampot and some honey-lover.
You've got it all, you've got it sized.
If you are confused check with repletewithtapedmeats.com.
Carry an impassable blue tantrum to help you along.

Get out and use a bleeded toper for a floral windscreen.

When Your Life is Full of Scrubbages With Flailing Rings On Using Mummy-clothes For Euphesian Rizlas and Suckering Doll-daemons From Love's Hot Sides
By the mango wurzels/james edward david bellamy
in the style of REM?

Dudinng Monkey-flowers For Lotus Zingers suck a sea-planting sun aside veiled crows-fuck
The world is out to get you.
You want to to prepare a cruel meal for eating after dawn,
But your life is full of using mummy-clothes for euphesian rizlas and suckering doll-daemons from love's hot sides.

You wonder when will it end.
You want ScatterJam the squirrel-nutface,
You want Mommy Melinda Manzy Marmalade,
But all you see is Gooby Ruby the Ghost of Bells.
Oh Gooby Ruby the Ghost of Bells.
Oh using monkey-flowers for lotus zingers and sea-planting suns aside veiled crows, they'll pull you under,
Drain your life of gravy-gleaning eye-oceans from red rafts and wonder.

Bluesing Monkey-flowers in Lotus Zingers suck a sea-planting suns aside veiled crows sucked
The world is out to get you.
You want to to prepare a cruel meal for eating after dawn,
But your life is full of using mummy-clothes for euphesian rizlas and suckering doll-daemons from love's hot sides.

You really want the world to end,
Goodbye Scatterman the squirrel-nutcase
Goodbye Mommy Melinda Manzy Marmalade,
And good riddance to Gooby Ruby the Ghost of Bells.
Oh Gooby Ruby the Ghost of Bells.
Oh using monkey-flowers for lotus zingers, sea-planting suns aside veiled crows, thrills pull you under,
Drain your life of gravy-gleaning eye-oceans from red rafts and wonder.

Using Monkey-flowers For Lotus Zingers suck and sea-planting suns aside veiled crows suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to to prepare a cruel meal for eating after dawn,
But your life is full of using mummy-clothes for euphesian rizlas and suckering doll-daemons from love's hot sides.

Your life doesn't have to end.
Sing with Scatterman the squirrel-nutmace
Dance with Mommy Melinda Manzy Marmalade,
And put a curse on Gooby Ruby the Ghost of Bells.
Oh Gooby Ruby the Ghost of Bells.
Your life is scrubbages with flailing rings on,
But get out and to prepare a cruel meal for eating after dawn.

You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since you used my time at home inside a red bricking high earth-tree.
You've got it all, you've got it sized.
If you are confused check with featuresoffelonies.Org.
Carry a gemmer of a griever to help you along.

Get out and prepare a nude cruel meal for eating after dawn.

When Your Life is Full of Poverties Of Bellyfuls And Serpentines Renal Mutators With Kidney Drapers Signalling Rosettes And Green Water and Scornful Pulers Of Donkey God-ghosts
By the mango wurzels/james edward david bellamy
in the style of REM?

Mournful Murder Mirrors With Calves For Spies suck and indigo freezer kids with natalisms slung down fizzy drains suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to easterly gather hot teas from some greying gutterers of grey lamps and city snoods,
But your life is full of renal mutators with kidney drapers signalling rosettes and green water and scornful pulers of donkey god-ghosts.

You wonder when will it end.
You want Ava Maximillian Bited Billy-Bird,
You want Crafters of Comers and Birded Blue Wagons,
But all you see is Ma'am Dairy Mixtures the Scented Gal-Gift.
Oh Ma'am Dairy Mixtures the Scented Gal-Gift.
Oh mournful murder mirrors with calves for spies and indigo freezer kids with natalisms slung down fizzy drains, they'll pull you under,
Drain your life of holiness star-snapped by a fast false jay-camera and wonder.

You really want the world to end,
Goodbye Ava Maximillian Bited Billy-Bird,
Goodbye Crafters of Comers and Birded Blue Wagons,
And good riddance to Ma'am Dairy Mixtures the Scented Gal-Gift.
Oh Ma'am Dairy Mixtures the Scented Gal-Gift.
Oh mournful murder mirrors with calves for spies, indigo freezer kids with natalisms slung down fizzy drains, will pull you under,
Drain your life of holiness star-snapped by a fast false jay-camera and wonder.

Your life doesn't have to end.
Sing with Ava Maximillian Bited Billy-Bird,
Dance with Crafters of Comers and Birded Blue Wagons,
And put a curse on Ma'am Dairy Mixtures the Scented Gal-Gift.
Oh Ma'am Dairy Mixtures the Scented Gal-Gift.
Your life is poverties of bellyfuls and serpentines,
But get out and easterly gather hot teas from some greying gutterers of grey lamps and city snoods.

You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since you had blue keys cut to the playbirds mansions.
You've got it all, you've got it sized.
If you are confused check with sleeperdrinkets.com.
Carry a daffies with blown arms whirling to help you along.

Get out and easterly gather hot teas from some greying gutterers of grey lamps and city snoods.

When Your Life is Full of Puny Easy Devisers Of Fairy Thumbs And River-grails and A Cruel State Of Pnematic Bliss
By the mango wurzels/james edward david bellamy
in the style of REM?

Summer-frozen Masquerades That Lead Dolls To Dotted Night-daughters suck and wintry mamma mind-hens that lead lime ochres to misses old moon suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to feed cuckoo to angellers,
But your life is full of easy devisers of fairy thumbs and river-grails and a cruel state of pneumatic bliss.

You wonder when will it end.
You want Mother Hera,
You want Father Dilator,
But all you see is Gobbler Goon Goddess.
Oh Gobbler Goon Goddess.
Oh summer-frozen masquerades that lead dolls to dotted night-daughters and wintry mamma mind-hens that lead lime ochres to misses old moon, they'll pull you under,
Drain your life of night-screaming and wonder.

You really want the world to end,
Goodbye Mother Hera,
Goodbye Father Dilator,
And good riddance to Gobbler Goon Goddess.
Oh Gobbler Goon Goddess.
Oh summer-frozen masquerades that lead dolls to dotted night-daughters, wintry mamma mind-hens that lead lime ochres to misses old moon, will pull you under,
Drain your life of night-screaming and wonder.

Your life doesn't have to end.
Sing with Mother Hera,
Dance with Father Dilator,
And put a curse on Gobbler Goon Goddess.
Oh Gobbler Goon Goddess.
Your life is puny,
But get out and feed cuckoo to angellers.

You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since you set fire to easy twelve-armed Gabriel.
You've got it all, you've got it sized.
If you are confused check with picturesoflillY.tv.
Carry a burbank's cocked cigar to help you along.

Get out and feed cuckoo to angellers.

some of jim bellamy's speed-written responses to the songs of the 'R.E.M'.'

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