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Sidney Has Soul
Or: "The Story of the Flugnoids"
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Our story begins a long long time ago on a planet, or rather, a plane of existence, called "Oomph"- it was kind of like an astral plane of existence. The actual name is incomprehensible to most people in our language. But most people would understand the name as "Oomph." The beings on Oomph didn't have any physical bodies, or any physical structure - they were just souls that hadn't yet evolved into permanent bodies. They never had wars, or poverty, or threw up in the streets (of San Francisco). The beings on Oomph were called Flugnoids. A Flugnoid is a being, or an object, that is totally content with what it has. All the Flugnoids except one, called Mal-Funktion. Mal was asking a lot of weird questions, questions like: What's love? No one on Oomph knew about love, what love was. At this moment in their evolution, they hadn't evolved to express emotions or feelings. Mal was bringing the other Flugnoids down with his constant interest in hankering about this mystical state called love. The Flugnoids were on a natural high. The Elders of Oomph got together and decided the best strategy was to send Mal to the planet Earth, and inhabit the body of a human being. They knew that Mal and all the Flugnoids were extremely sensitive at this time in their conscious evolution to any type of emotion or feelings. It would be like a human being's nerve endings exposed to the air. Believe it or not, even you humans - at least some of them - would be able to adjust to that situation. So a being like Mal would naturally have a difficult time adjusting to a human existence. Mal would not be a host, or a parasite - primarily an observer. Being an astral body himself, he would get the astral body of a human being out and into a temporary safe place, and he would dislocate it, and temporarily replace it. The only problem was, that Mal-Funktion's or any Flugnoid's energy field would be too powerful for one human being. Mal-Funktion would have to embody the bodies of two human beings - one male, one female. Mal would not be able to get back to his own astral plane until the two humans - that the Cosmic Plan had chosen - met and exchanged energies - which in human terms, means having sex in a natural way. So the beings on Oomph sent Mal-Funktion to Earth through an astral doorway, to the physical or material plane of existence. We can only speak of one of the beings that he inhabits at this moment in time. And his name, that Mal chose, was Sidney Hipple. Sidney Hipple was kind of like a beatnik who lived in Egg Chowder USA. Having had limited physical contact with the female gender made Sidney the ideal male candidate for this experiment - because in a lot of ways, from a Flugnoid's point of view, that's what this whole experience that Mal was going to have would be. Mal-Funktion didn't know it yet, but he would go down in Flugnoid history - but that's another story, for another time. From now on we'll call Mal, "the Observer," or as Sidney Hipple's astral body would think, "the Tenant." The Observer would have no real control over any of Sidney's or the other person's physical atmosphere. The other human being was unknown except for the following information: She was a woman involved in the arts. Her parents were very wealthy, but their wealth hadn't tainted her personality. She was the total opposite of a lot of things that Sidney Hipple felt comfortable with. She embodied a whole other atmosphere. She ran in different circles, but was primarily a loner like Sidney. Her appearance would be the last thing that Sidney would expect himself to be attracted to. She would have a severe disability, kind of physical, kind of emotional - this disability would almost seem invisible to other people. She was an only child, and was born and brought up in California. And she would live there all her life - except when she took a trip to Maine, where she meets Sidney Hipple - but that's another story for another time. For now you'll have to be content with some of Sidney's early poetry: |
Mr. Mambo
A louse with a Robin Hood complex
Put some mambo into it
Don't treat me like I just got off the turnip truck
Carnivals in the summer
Jail in the winter
Slow down on those fire balls you've been popping
Willie Nelson said I look too grubby
I've got a sex surrogate who has to get drunk
A dish, a doll, a real nice gal
She's an adventuress
She's not a wrench of love
There are no sexual overtones
She was a social director for a pleasure consultant
I don't think a computer could do her job,
unless they have one on wheels
Delicate
Am I saying too much?
Am I saying too little?
Am I saying it right?
Am I saying it wrong?
Bright like the day
Dark like the night
Sideways, backwards
Forwards, behind
I don't know where I'm going
But I know where I've been
So I guess I'll just go home alone again
Dog fight
Love match
Hating and loving
Loving and wondering
Wondering and hating
What are the motives that we do share?
Is it gone, or is it there?
What are your hopes?
What are your fears?
Tell them to me
Let them disappear
Times are going to get better
We're going to get through this together
And as friends
Separate but together
No matter what happens
We'll see it to the end
We are the opposite
But we are the same
Guitar Junky
My guitar is my syringe
My pick is my spoon
My strings are my flame
When they come together
I'm no longer insane
I'm a guitar junky
My finger are the force
Which propels my music right back to the source
I'm under its spell
There's no use to yell
My soul has been sold
To what my mind has been told
With alligator hands
And crocodile feet
I pick some chords
And tap my feet
Cause I'm a guitar junky
I'm all wound and strung
So I'll sing you a song
And give my guitar a strum
This One Here Ain't Got a Title
A curse: make the Earth bleed
The jungle, a dead finger
The longest walk of his life
Twentieth century man, with a twenty-first century mind
Eating at the stench of me
Kiss of fate
Looky, looky
Cough of dust
Dust of death
Watches life
Go on green
Stop on red
Sleep and rest
At night fly best
Drip of life
Drop of death
The liver quivers
But stands the test
Sleep, travel, and rest
The curse ain't that bad
Let's fly together
Kindness
Kindness reminds us that dark clouds are behind us
But when I'm upset, after I am, I forget
Cause it was only something stuck in my unconscious
Waiting to be free
To wander and roam but still be home in my mind
All of the time
For you I shine
Curiosity killed the cat
But satisfaction brought it back
Satisfaction kept him there
To be close,
just to be close, so very close to her
It didn't matter where they were
They were together for a moment's blur
An hour felt like a minute
A minute like forever
Forever is a long time, a long time is forever
Today is forever, forever is today
Today is now, now is then, then is gone
Now is here, but now was then, and gone to that
That was it, and lost from us
Lost and drifting, drifting and rocking,
rocking and coasting, coasting and swaying
Like driftwood
I'm drifting
Waves crashing and laughing
Ending with a calm restful sleep
So rest and sleep
The Dog Screams
As noses stroll by
They are unimpressed
By the stench of what the dog did
Some stop by the fence
And pat the dog
Pretending to be its friend
For now
The dog screams for attention
No one is there
To stop
And pat the dog
And the dog just sits
And shits
And looks
The Skillet
She wore a skirt
Made from an old
White and red checkered table cloth
It had a burn mark in the fringe
From a hot skillet
From years past
But it was hers
The Looks
The looks, the whispers
The looks away
Scotch in a styrofoam coffee cup
Toes in money
He's so dumb, he can't find
His hands in his own pockets
Only Asleep
When time is lost
What is left
But the soul
A thousand roads
The realm is frozen
Will I freeze'
Will I break'
If I knew
I could be free
Is it a dream'
Will I wake up'
Am I dead'
Or only asleep'
The Beat
The beat is that beat
That you hear in your sleep
The beat, the vibration
The beat, the vibration
Oscillations through my sensations
Dedication through opposition
If a new riff is added
Don't be
In a minor key
With me
You can't play in two clefs
At the same time
If you don't understand
I'll transpose it into
Another key
We can meet
We don't have to sneak
Just hear that beat
And soon we'll meet
Tonight in our sleep
So smile
So smile
Have peace
Monster Bizarre
It's your Lugosi look
Your clothes could write books
Bela Donna
Words of foam
You're on your own!
All alone, in your sleep
You have everything
And you could become anything
The spirit is willing
But the flesh is weak
Effect required, results received
It's on a frame
Which your brain can't explain
In the back, on a track
Which your mind seems to lack
Until now
Fun bags, milk glands
Rat tail gumbo
And something to eat
Eating monster cake
And monster jello
To the dance of the living dead
When the hear speaks
The mind turns to peanut butter
Sit back and relaz
Have some chips or some dip
Or an ear for Sidney Hipple
The words I hear
Are deceiving, my dear
Your mind's stuck in gear
Pacified until last year
When it becomes clear
The message disappears
But we'll still be here
We'll still be here
Monster bizarre
Your eyes are mirrors
To your soul
To your soul
To your soul
Words of Foam
Words of foam
Eyes of steel
Lips of silk
Feet of milk
Holding your picture
With only one hand
Trying still
To be a man
You've got your descriptions
Full of definitions
Dragging back the past
Don't hold them
Let them die
Please don't cry
It hurts your eyes
And makes me sigh
I'm only a guy
And you're only a woman
Lips of silk
Feet of milk
Let them grin
Let them wilt
The Beach
I sit in my room, looking at a messed up bed
That I haven't bothered to make today
Or change the sheets
I don't know what I'm doing
But I do it anyways
If it makes me feel good,
I'll find out later what it means
In the scheme of things
That's happening to me
At this moment of need
I could go on looking all day at my bed, rumpled up
And say
There has got to be
Another way
To get away
And maybe erased
From my private space
A bottle for a bathroom
A bathroom for a bedroom
A hot plate
A cold date
A day late
A weak fate
One bowl, one plate
And a fork and one knife
That's all I need
To get through this life
Sand on my sheets
It's like being at the beach
A patio pond
A bird with a song
Pigeons galore
A cat at the door
Fingers of the poor
Find their way to my door
A bottle for a bathroom
A bathroom for a bedroom
Sand on my sheets
It's just like at the beach
With popcorn popping on a hot plate red
Sidney Has Soul
On the planet called Oomph
There was a being called Mal Funktion
And he was bumming everybody out
Cause he was asking them about love
What is love all about'
Nobody knew
Cause there were souls hovering above the planet
Waiting to evolve to life
For life, yeah
So Mal comes to Earth
And he embodies
The only person
That he decides is going to find out about love
Nobody on Oomph knew about love, or even cared
And the experiences that he needed to see
He couldn't them unless it was on the planet Earth
He tried to be american, and that's what he was
And Mal, now, will we'll call him Sidney Hipple,
Okay, it finally came out
That for a while and even now
I seem to be possessed
I fear feelings that I need to express
That I need to express, and when I do express it,
It's now, and I remember how
These awful feelings
That I felt for Mal
And Mal for me
Are here
Well there's different things that he
Wouldn't feel in the world
You see the thing is about Mal is
The other person that he projects into was a female
That Sidney had to connect with,
Fall in love, in the natural, in the natural way
And when it happens
Mal Funktion can go back to his astral plane
Time has changed and time has come around
And it's almost time to settle down
And now you know the basic story here
I could explain it as something peculiar
But it ain't
It may be happening all the time
And even when I say it
You don't know what I said
Cause you already forgot it
You can't wake up
If you don't know your asleep
Come on people,
We ain't got all week
We ain't got all week
You can't wake up
If you don't know your asleep
Ah ha zombie!
And the world does not have the incentive
That it used to have
What happens is there is something influencing
Making people less consistent
It's way beyond Panty Cult
It's way beyond the ozone layer going down
If you're not doing a service to humanity
You're doing an disservice
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