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Track Name: jim journals on junkwatch part three
Junk Islanders have been contending with overcrowded prisons as the feeding frenzy has swallowed inmates and guards.
The Vamps have been released into a ghetto called Vamptown, where they wear ankle bracelets that electrocute them should they wander outside of the town border.
Their penchant for blood has afflicted most the the Vamptown popluation with HIV,
which makes them miserable as they continue to acquire diseases that their bodies cannot fight, yet they do not die.
With no cure for AIDS, they are perpetually miserable and are rumored to be suicidal.
Albert Camus said, "Judging whether life is or is not worth living amounts to answering the fundamental question of philosophy."
Do the Vamps have the right to answer this question with a self inflicted wound from a wooden implement?
Who is going to step in and save the Vamps from their creeping malaise?
Who among you is hero enough to act?
Weigh in tonight at the public forum.
Track Name: vamps got aids ft premonition
vamps got aids
can't be saved from the sickness of today
seems my blood has turned gray
i don't die. i must stay
hiv. that's okay. just means sick won't go away
constant torture leaves me crazed
holds my heart like attaches
symptoms always pull me down
germs that circulate around
junkees spooked by the sound
moans and groans inside vamptown
symptom slaves. not so brave
holding sharpened wooden blades
to the chest. please be my guest
insert this stick in worthlessness
until the gray blood starts to surface
break this blood sucking furnace
then you see i'm free to furnish
depths of hell with this blood thermos
Track Name: the church of proper diet ft bs
there's a kitchen in the woods and it's called concocted forrest
try a ceremony and confessions on the dark ridge
worship on the altar. it's a sawed tree trunk
and the leaves and the trees and stuff are made of junk
in the concocted forrest grows the garbids
half metal rusted pollen flowers grown on garbage
holy man, messiah, butter shots is the supplier
of the tropical novocaine. you are the buyer
it's time to live in line with unnatural design
on powder from the metal flower petals that we grind
our empirical knowledge of vampirical blood clottage
is your blood flow suffers from low battery wattage
our substance is soothing. it's totally unproven
but try to feel better on your own you inhumans
bad diet...it's a little reflux in the riot. it's a
bad diet...ain't no fiber gonna fortify it. it's a
bad diet...it's a shame your ventricles are tight. it's a
bad diet...do what's right for your blood type
the interaction of the information in your genes
with a good or bad environment is what causes disease
anemia dementia angina arthritis
proper diet remedies your anus to your sinus
colitis cystitis gout and dermatitis
proper diet remedies your anus to your sinus
gallstones kidney stones obesity psoriasis
proper diet remedies your anus to your sinus
pms hiv infection and aids
focus on nutrition and thou shall be saved
Track Name: the health symposium on the bag lunch ft aj, bs, dyalekt
welcome to the health symposium. today's topic: the bag lunch
among our moderators this afternoon are kamikaze picnic from the church of proper diet
(still life = kamikaze picnic)
we knock on doors. we're dietiticians
from the cpd with a holy mission
gonna give y'all health food nuts a vision
up in the forrest we built a kitchen
life sustaining, novocaining,
tropicality is reigning
battle free radicals gaining
anti-nutrients are draining
y'all are worn, get restored
works for vamps. works for more
send your sufferin' on vacation
numb you like good meditation
(bs = butter shots)
spike a bag lunch
hold the punch
vitamins, niacins
THAT we want
when properly done
genius to dunce
to build up your brain
and fortify runts
testes weigh tons
veggies by the bunches
oh so scrumptious
don't forget fruits!
they're in fashion
properly proper
not the Atkins
stick to one group?!
just start fasting
hold tummy's for ransom
call the spoons
plates knives and forks
legumes grains leaves and the pork
to the Church of Proper Diet
Please! Report!
See KP if you want to learn more
How to be healthy and still 4 course
(still life = jim journals)
thank you butter shots and kamikaze picnic. please welcome contributing carver and renowned
meatist, the griddler
(still life = jim journals)
thank you the griddler. please welcome to the panel a dangerous deknuckler and contemplative tenderizer, lil' sizzle grizzle
Track Name: junk mouth ft bs
junk mouth. does this really look like an addiction
junk mouth. cause i have a dairy predeliction
junk mouth. does it really look like i'm sick man
junk mouth. maybe i'm just looking for direction
junk mouth. now it's got my kidneys in detention
junk mouth. it's just the perfect thing for my engine
junk mouth. does it seem like i'm in the ceiling
junk mouth. maybe i'm prepared for the ascension
junk mouth. someday we're gonna be even
junk mouth. maybe i'm the peace of policemen
junk mouth. i just need a little bit of head room
junk mouth. i just need a second in the men's room
(bs = butter shots)
junk mouth you can see my lips are crusted
junk mouth you can see my gut is busted
junk mouth you should know i can't be trusted
when i was kid i said mom i wont touch it
junk mouth take a brillo, scrub off the crust
junk mouth then i cut and snort all the dust
junk mouth i threw myself under a bus
with enough junk i can lift it up
junk mouth it's an exfoliating face-wash
junk mouth if you touch my face it'll peel off
junk mouth i'm a paralyzed sloth
with the winds of a moth swimming out of zombie broth
(still life)
i've got a junk milk mustache
spent the day in the bath
man am i a dummy
tried to eat my rubber ducky
it's hard to live with the guilt
i'd like to kick junk milk
my sponsor said don't quit
but that's how my soul's built
(bs)
pledged my allegiance
to dark forces
went to the petting zoo
made out with horses
smacktose intolerant
world's gone wavy
yes, officer
i'm sure it's not rabies
(still life)
junk mouth. sometimes i want to get my head checked
junk mouth. sometimes i want to dad's respect
junk mouth. sometimes i dress like reject
junk mouth. maybe this could indicate a defect
(bs)
skin's ripped off
need my next lift off
curdles in my cough
make my junk go soft
got more ladies
when i was crazy
you can't save me
i'm on the junk milk baby!
Track Name: the ferocious fang fatale ft lmnop
hey thanks for taking me on this date. you're so sweet. i think i might have feelings for you.
when i'm with you i feel like you're really interested in me as a person and i really trust you
+++
you don't care i how i feel. i don't want to be your battery.
i want to date a nice girl that really wants to marry me
what you're asking me is to subject myself to misery
using people up like this is emotional battery
and if you fell in love with me, i'd consider what could be
but you just want to live on me. there's no love in vampiracy
i'm someone to get to know. someone who can really grow
you just want to plug in so you can feel my current flow
and leave me in despair. i'm outta here. we're through
you're callous and on your fangs is blood residue
who have you been biting? forget it. doesn't matter
i want to share my love with a lover not a master
Track Name: sugar thwacked ft bs
sugar thwacked on a fat pancake stack
got a sugar shake and i'm on the nod
what would i not do for a sweet snack?
i bite the bait on god's fishing rod
kamikaze picnic. dietary mischief
what's on your plate? today it's bad business
self abuse can seem masochistic
sindigestion. i need a mystic
mood's at stake. let me eat cake
i'm done with the church. i need a big break
i make a gesture. it's so clever
i frost the altar. now we're severed
severed ties. i realize
i'm tired of presenting a healthy image
oversized cupcakes cover with numbness
like a manhole on a void of worthless
mountains of cake, frosting, and pudding
i'm sugar high fly and i lost my footing
(bs)
(circus theme)
I g-go nuts off glazed donuts
until my mouth starts to foam up
Mr DeVille!
catch my close-up
Point your lens
Quick! 'fore i throw up!
smash the window
of a Starbucks
eat more Starburst
til my heart hurts
shake-shake shake-shake
til my arm bursts
Kit-Kat knick nack
Gummi worm gift-wrapped
Hooked!
in a diabetic coma
wake me up with the fructose aroma
Hooked!
after only 1 try
measure one pound out
That's fun-size
(bs)
chocolate cheesecake in my briefcase
(still life)
creme brulee in my attache
(bs)
what's the buzzword?
(still life)
coconut custard
(bs)
where's my baggies of peppermint patties?
(still life)
five pound armful of nougat and caramel
make the exchange in my sugar coat arsenal
(bs)
sherbet re-stocked, gingerbread sheet rock, skittles on sundays,
make another gum drop
(bs+kp)
wait to hear the gum pop
Big League fun job
sweet tooth cracked
now we got sugarthwacked
Track Name: hamletized ft bs
i'm crashing from the sugar. i'll make a final plea
sugar is my god. you should leave the church with me
and you can come along if you want to be free
look for the go kart that's pinstriped kp
+++
(bs = butter shots)
im gonna make you miserable
i'm gonna make you dead
watch the poison dribble
right along this bright green thread
right into that junk mouth
snoring in bed
should've used the sugar high
and peacefully fled
all the while shifted tiles
tiptoe cross the roof
the church of proper diet doesn't
let go of recruits
you'll be remembered as a martyr
who went and flipped his lid over
a vampire's daughter
Track Name: mad scientist with kitchen appliances ft truth now, superking armor
i'm a mad scientist with kitchen appliances
forget butter shots and his bitter medicines
watch me bend these blender blades
as i dabble in the food sciences
culinary botches. gas top blazes
frankenstein brunches served to sadists
overload outlets in labcoat outfits
charring cheeses with temperature changes
radiate roasted culinary courses
demons dogging a church of dunces
following hunches. meddling mousses
hershey kisses turned to smooches
bring me to god and give me a nudge
do not fudge, lest ye be fudged
put me in the mix. and watch me trudge
enough chocolate and it feels like love
Track Name: glock cereal ft bs
i said get down
glock rounds
shot round
pop sounds
Apple Jack Lucky's charms, payola,
and granola
won't think twice
ask Mikey how he likes Life
pistol whips just for Kix
don't think you hear me though
click-clack kick back
2 to the Cheerios
clap-click
Trix are for kids and for convicts
glock cereal
now comes with extra clips
glock cereal
now comes with extra clips
(still life & bs)
pop pop pop pop pop glock cereal
pop pop pop pop pop glock cereal
(still life = kamikaze picnic)
chewy like a whole grain. hits you like cocaine
gats, oils, protein, it's all in the same vein
smokeless powder whiff off the top of kaboom kix
gun pops are useless without the marshmallow clips
shot cluster bunch with a banana clip nut crunch
got the kickback of clackers i'ma have to skip lunch
i can use the toy in the box it's a trigger
and i shove it in the jammy and whammy it's artillas
(still life & bs)
pop pop pop pop pop glock cereal
pop pop pop pop pop glock cereal
(bs)
snap snap crackle crackle pop pop pop
blow tony away great spill cornflakes
three to the face cuckoo for cocoa puffs
shell case honey by the bunch before lunchin
i leave captains crunched semiautomatic cookie crisp a bandit
raisin bran blam blam blam blammin
rob tucan sam for his loops got junk milk
trouble's in the room glock cereal and extra spoons
(still life)
ayo what's the dealy-o? there's sulfur in your cereal
(bs = butter shots)
get past the kick man! stuff your face these are great!
(still life = kamikaze picnic)
what about my destiny and suicidal tendencies?
(bs)
see stars, leave scars, chewing on the re-bars
eat hard, be hard, leave charred sweethearts
take me to the ER
No-no placebo
pull a Cheddar Bob just to kill my alter ego
kill my alter ego
(still life)
pop pop pop i could take a head shot
when you add junk milk to the marshmallow glocks
teeth grindin. gully dining. friction on the ammunition
in my mouth i hear commotion. funpowderkeg explosion
the ak47's shorter than a lighter
and it blasts through my kidney stones like firearm fiber
it's popping off like pop rocks. i'm standing in my sweaty socks
anything is what you'll say when my techs mix play
eating flakes. dropping fakes. getting those sugar shakes
send my brain swimming in frigid frosted lakes
a sugar flakes mache took the place of my face
and the sweet soft taste leaves my epidermis glazed
i could give a damn that my stomachs upset again
i'm playing russian roulette and you know i always win
i'm click clacked. co lack the lactose intolerant
i'm soldering the enzymes to the glock i'm swallowing
Track Name: inchworm dream ft chaz kangas, superking armor
i live my life like an inchworm scared of windshear
moving at the rate of a mile per year
sunlight shafts keep my back burning
as the world keeps turning, i keep worming
when i'm in the park, i'm hanging from a tree
and when i touch people they scream at me
how can they hate something so soft?
i wanna fly away as a geometer moth
stuck in an apple. feeling anxiety
i can hear the crunching. an earthquake or something
is shaking my home. i fall through the air
to the forrest where the trees will not become chairs
crawling over dusty heavy metal flower petals
sniffing up the powder on the petals where it settles
harsh as jagged jewelry. an island of tomfoolery
i slide upon a string into a vat of cooling liquid
and i sink....
Track Name: duelling diets ft aj, dyalekt
well we're the church of proper diet and we're known to get violent
on your digestive system so you better listen
cause we got a lot of things in store for you haters
this isn't the junk milk talking this is me stalking
you grease sucka you gonna get chopped down
if you throw rocks now you'll be getting op'ed out
we just proper diet proper in alliance
yo we back together now yeah we reunited
everybody's so "no" griddler can't be solo
yo you brought the beef son well i brought the cocoa
got the sugar fairy you know that it's scary
i can get so fly now crazy like a cabbie
if you want to tear me you're gonna have to stab me
with your meat turner. no getting past me
now you wanna griddle up the whole junk island
killing the inhabitants. now you think of smiling
yeah that's kind of creepy yo you can't see me
i'm just here to help the hungry and needy
with a little sugar fix yeah i'm getting fly now
uh oh what the frick happened? it's lights out
Track Name: sugar fairy ft hemol
i'm a kamikaze picnic so try to relate
i was born in the cookie storm of '78
i'm glad i broke apart. i don't belong with the church
i'd much rather worship supernatural desserts
a kamikaze picnic thrives on distraction
the mind escapes. the appetite accelerates destruction
soaring confections, a mortal farewell
fly around like tinkerbell with an enhanced sense of smell
i'm technically dead or i'm some form of demon
a species independent of angels and humans
i hole up in your cupboards. i'm a household sprite
i fly through the kitchen like mickey at night
i don't have the wings of insects or butterflies
my heart is made of white crystalline disaccharide
a sweet little saboteur whispering devil
giving people problems with their blood sugar levels
sometimes i harm humans just for entertainment
i sprinkled sugar dust on a diabetes patient
wield a cold iron to protect from my malice
i keep away from poison camped in my sugar palace
whether natural or refined i'm unnatural by design
you should offer me cream and butter having a soul is for suckas
inside i'm cold but i'm happy like a kid
flying to the top of the mood pyramid
+++
the wee folk, the fair folk, of edible creams
type mythological of crystalline dreams
fructose goblins and sucrose gnomes
lactose angels and old wizened trolls