Dance in the Dungeon

from Gills and a Helmet by Jellyfish Brigade

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Welcome to my expanding circumference. Let's join hands for a dance in the dungeon. I've been awake, widened eyes surely peeled. First mistake was thinking this world was real.

Direct a deaf ear to the harbinger's lips leaking that new age doomsday marketing pitch, bump the gums like they're bartering a bargaining chip. If it comes it comes, wont front like it already did. Troubled tug of war for the hard to resist, pardon me kid, starting to drift, hazy like a star in the mist. Lunar's lovely, I'm targeting it, but sometimes even the sharpest marksman will miss. Gargle and spit shine, soliloquist rips lines to passing traffic, foots steps and a wind chime homey. Moving in a circle on a square block. Analyze the damage before I fire up the flare shots. Don't knock the dun dada's to do list. Face to the flame while the populous snoozes. Scraping the change from out of the couch cushion, turn a blemish to a masterpiece without looking.

Up and at'em cause the data is dusty. Put in mad scientist work for the maximum must-be's (feel me). New thought, scrap it or pump the helium ‘til the wings flap and then touch the ceiling? (uh) Ying yang for the in the middle switch game, split brain fiddle with a little bitty big bang. Screaming things change in the chaos, duke. Next day I'll be wrestling the de ja vu. Come again chameleon, I'm spilling what I'm really on, feeling like a million even when the scrilla's gone. Meditate for the cocooned caterpillar calm. Sweet tooth lover from the school of Mr. Willy Wonk (aaaaaaaa)Its electric outside, downpour draining from the bottom of cloud nine. When I see the wattage and the droplets mixing, I'ma be damn sure I got galoshes with me.Tipsy on a dizzy spell, yodel out a yippee yell. Dance 'til my feet dig a hole inside the prison cell. I get compelled to huddle up with the strugglers and summon a succubus to snuggle under the comforters (shiiiiit) Do what it takes to cope. Satisfied equals dead, yeah my base is insatiable. Stretch the tentacles so the range will grow and gather evidence 'til my case is closed.

Won't you join me, come in, for a dance inside the dungeon.


from Gills and a Helmet, released July 6, 2011


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