- The old place, tainted and minted.
Always after me Those lunatics Street after street This is not politics Where to go from Where to go to Your own living space Left up and right Just one more block You tell yourself This is the last house/You might as well go in
A Grand Day Out with Wallace and Gromit
- Chef's natural kitchen, raw and spicy.
Life is too often too busy For you To see What You are busy for But you just continue As if Everyone else Also Pretends they are on vacation.
Christoph Lauenstein, Wolfgang Lauenstein
- Essence of nature devours every human desire.
I am too tired to write/It's comfortable on the bed Cold/Warm breast Should be enough/Too much distraction But I can go on/And I go on anyway No break of streak/Short nap is healthy Then/So It suddenly comes up/Oh, I'm back On the track/Off my brain The light of the day/lights of night Hit me through a glass/door Then it feels too fast/But I enjoyed it
- The champ(tramp) who knows how to tip.
Help Wanted: 18 - 22 Male 5'7 to 5'10 Broke No idea what goes a pip Knows how to tip Is ready to get some flip
The Spider and the Tulip
(Kumo to chûrippu)
- Earthly delight in black and white.
Picnic when there are no people, The foods are enjoying themselves, The water is drinking itself, The grass is stepping on itself, The ladybug is eating itself, The plant is juicing itself, The sands are sliding, Over a pond, Into the river. Picnic when there are no people, Everything goes a long way.
- The far-away world brought close.
The pregnant woman is falling off a cliff! Baby horse-back should never be ridden backwards. See how she's getting her way back to the top? Four makes a great picnic day.
Rhapsody in Blue
- The dots among us.
Social Satire/Visual Music
Oh! She's looking at the wrong direction He's standing at the intersection She's turning away her affection He's losing his connection Oh! She's making some correction He's looking for some selection She's ready for some injection He's about to make a projection Ho!
Now You Tell One
- I traded my mom for this DVD.
Black Comedy/Social Satire
Big Fish, by Tim Burton
Those pants are too big, Says the Lady, I tell her, It doesn't matter, I'm not going to wear them anyway. she asks if she could borrow them, I look at her, From top to bottom, And feel quite luck, For shopping early in the morning.
- Frying mushrooms.
The Atomic Cafe, by J. Loader, K. Rafferty, P. Rafferty
Everybody sings in-the-mor-ning. Everybody sings in-the-mor-ning, Like a fish with wings Like wings with a fish Everybody sings in-the-mor-ning. Everybody sings in-the-mor-ning, But who goes on top But who sits on bottom Everybody sings in-the-mor-ning. Everybody sings in-the-mor-ning, And that after-noon never comes
- The veins of crystal ice.
eyes don't go to sleep when it's dark for they see the night, when everyone else is blind.