Screaming Headless Torsos Lyrics






				Vinnie David Fiuczynski Vinnie’s looking for a band– Jazz Funk Thrash Rock With distortion on– distortion off The moving grooving grinding cruisin’ dissidence (sic Twelve-tone beat atonal heat nonsense chords that always meet Got it, right! Got it, wrong sorry but I’ll pass y’number on Vinnie’s looking for the Pepper sound Still red-hot but heavier bound Brain child of pubescent psalms Vinnie’s looking for the Pepper sound Still red-hot but heavier bound Schoenberg over hairy palms It’s fine to mix the music but please don’t abuse it ’Cause the groove is Black so don’t get whack on me It’s fine to be selective, to see it all collective But ya gotta give the credit where it’s due Thank the funk Thank the rock Thank you funk Brother looking for a band Can be a real pain in the butt Y’waste a lotta time Meet a lotta nuts Like Vinnie the Meatball He was a real eat-all Who couldn’t or wouldn’t Express his quest He used at best hype terminology But 2 me that’s all Cornyology C’mon make a stand Bring y’own plan B’ y’self Or let it go © 1995 Fiuczynski Music (SESAC) Free Man Fima Ephron This is my life it’s not for sale I won’t be a fool in your school of misinformation not a puppet for your world domination I have a soul, and a mind as well Don’t think that you can tell me Lies I realize the truth Green green no, I’m not a machine I’m a human being Not a robot mechanized, computerized, paralyzed, hypnotized I realize it’s time to stop I am the water rushing hear the sound like a sunshower all the colors of the rainbow flowing down from the mountain, from the mountain I’m a free man with a free mind I have a dream I am young, but my soul is on the run If you look you will see There is something for you and me © 1995 Supreme Ultimate Music (BMI) Cult of the Internal Sun David Fiuczynski I know what’s good for me Internal Sun is where I really wanna be And I perceive You like nobody else Shine on I and I and me Please teach receptive minds Eternal One awaits you oh so passionately And how She loves you How He loves you He and She are One and you are me I don’t see You yet I see You Once was blind but now I really see I don’t see You yet I see You One is all is all is One is me My name is Clyde I’m in your scope I’m into light without dope I’m the color on your palette The canvas on your easel I’m slammin’ like a mallet Fired up like diesel I’m the music monk of Zen Sliced pineapple dusted with cayenne I’m the buzz among the bees I’ve got the fragrance made of melodies Fragrance made of melodies Fragrance made of melodies © 1995 Fiuczynski Music (SESAC) Word to Herb lyric: Dean Bowman; music: Jojo Mayer Jazz Hop– the word you heard (So) Now what is the word you heard Jazz Hop– the word (the word/the word/the word) The word to Herb What is the word you heard Word to Herb Word heard What is the word you heard Bird The word to Herb Word to Bird Rhythmin-ing Rhythming is king Word to funk Funk, Bird & Monk Skunk, The rhythm is funky © 1995 Blak Berry Jams (SESAC); Smoke & Mirrors (SUISA) Blue in Green music: Bill Evans; lyric and arrangement David Fiuczynski The Vampire’s Song Oh, how sweet the pain like silver Your blood is blue and then turns green at night, Your eyes seek fear, Your sighs are tears of long lost loving passion Your veins are hot with anguished blood You killed, you tore away from God I remember when He made you lie down in green pastures He leadeth you to the still waters He restoreth your soul Now that you walk through the valley of the shadow of death You shall fear no evil For He is not with you You are all alone music © Warner Tamerlane Publishing Corp. on behalf of the Estate of Miles Davis (BMI) Graffiti Cemetery lyric & music: David Fiuczynski; rap: Dean Bowman Art. What is it? Asking quizzically What’s this? A bottle in front of me Grinding feeling rougher than the norm Throw a tape of the quiet storm Flash dreams’bout the last birth of a nation In genes beneath the last stop at station A culture, buried at subway here No wonder some people are called the devil But God favors those with the biggest cannon And even killers of the culture need a companion Spare nothing’bout quarter nor sugar for dime Woe to the conquered in the face of the crime Better chillin’ on a ledge catchin’ tropical breeze Than in jail coppin’ sexually transmitted diseases And lost like craft of many or most In a mediocre world no need to boast Green Blue switch lights Blackness cut by blinding white headlights Silence and peace of art treasures hidden away Between stations Stillness framed by cold metal angles Ghost stop sculptures of Strobe light animation When trains pass by Exuberant zig zag of calligraffiti Comes alive in this modern city Like ancient cave paintings transformed to this day Buried alive, left to decay Like a gem in the mud never ceasing to shine Surrounded by people this moment is mine Ancient hieroglyphics of our day Burst alive in a surprising display of Sparks flying through strange incantation Girders choke light causing strobe light claymation On the Writing on the wall in this lonely shrine Train passes by but this moment can’t be denied Brooding energy ready to explode at any time Brightens up my day riding the subway Same as my craft tries to awaken the hidden and lost Graffiti cemetery locked away in your heart and mind © 1995 Fiuczynski Music (SESAC); Blak Berry Jams (SESAC) Smile in a Wave (Theme From Jack Johnson) music: Miles Davis; lyric, arrangement David Fiuczynski I came down, was thrown on the ground Searching for smiles, getting frowns Wanting musical highs like Messian & Miles But all I was getting was downs Give me some’Colour, give me some’Bone, Give me relief or leave me alone Give me some Boots’, give me some’Brains Got nothing to lose and all to gain I’ve been subject to a certain suspect Who played like they hate what they said that they liked I won’t sublet or pretend to beget A shackled down music that’s nothing but hype All I want to show you is a smile in a wave Next thing to dark blue is deep purple haze I just want to show you a vision of the Sun So glad to know you,’cause you’re second to none music © Warner Tamerlane Publishing Corp. on behalf of the Estate of Miles Davis (BMI) Wedding in Sarajevo Lyric: Dean Bowman; music: Jojo Mayer All lift glasses to the blessed new day Offer kisses to the bride And the groom-who-is-not-to-be In a bombing by their own… shelling and a killing Offer kisses to the bride of Sarajevo Married posthumously at his own funeral Grieving widow as the bride And the mother-still-yet-to-be In their God’s eye They are one Same as you and me Offer kisses to the bride of Sarajevo Born of plenty, gone too soon Was the groom Lying at the feet of lies That make brothers kill themselves In the West that won their minds Same as you and me Offer kisses to the bride of Sarajevo So blessed Having a baby To die in a refugee camp There’s a wedding in Sarajevo A wedding in Sarajevo Out there by the graveyard Watch out for the mortars I guess We’ve been chosen To live and to free the land There’s a wedding in Sarajevo A wedding in Sarajevo Out there by the graveyard Watch out for the mortars By the power vested in All that love is Sacrificing those who care Not of what group that they belong People here all look the same Same as you and me Nothing else left But to grieve for Sarajevo © 1995 Blak Berry Jams (SESAC); Smoke & Mirrors (SUISA) Hope music & brain dead lyrics by David Fiuczynski loosely interpreted by Dean What do U know? I’m bustin’ out yo’ radio Whatcha gonna say when your radio busts on U today Whatcha gonna do when your radio busts all over you Where you gonna go when y’ radio busts, I hope you I hope you know, where you have y’ radio & can tune to that funky station And if you don’t & just sway 2 & fro you’re helping an un-funked situation Yo’ I wanna do my thing & do it now–– get funky No don’t wanna something that I’m not–– like a monkey Ho I only want a chance to throw it down–– get funky Yo! I’m through with this tired hoax Tell a story of the honky dory Living in the past Kicks off his shoes destroys the blues Lets splice his ass Knows nothing’bout the old doo-wop Never even heard the word bebop Don’t try & tell’m’bout hip-hop When his radio busts I hope he I know U know where U have y’ radio And it’s tuned to that funky station I know U know where y’ feets supposed to go So help me with this funky verification – monkey never told me what U got to do–– eat porcupine– the donkey never told me anything’bout U–– assholes & elbows– I wanna take a shower with my raincoat on–– unlike a firebird– I wanna ride my bike on the spokes © 1995 Fiuczynski Music (SESAC) Kermes Macabre David Fiuczynski And there’s sand & salt between your teeth beneath the smiling sun The air is blue w/ fun & games for what’s about 2 come I remember fire lights when the day was about to die I remember spider legs of smoke across the sky And the Great Blue plashes softly greeting waves of distorted faces with me–– I was watching some tv, watching tv today Everyone tryin’ to be real funky But don’t have jack to say But go’head, go’head play some shit instead ’cause you will never never ever ever funk Go’head, Go’head Play some shit instead ’Cause if you do you’ll never ever ever funk We’ve got professional wrestling and soap operas Corny commercials and plastic malls We celebrate mediocrity and worship crap This country went to camp and never came back “Come over here boy have a guitar You’re gonna go far You’re gonna fly high”– and then you’re gonna die That’s the fee for eMpTy-V(ision) © 1995 Fiuczynski Music (SESAC) Another Sucka Fima Ephron Living in the city can be a gas if you know what you do and watch your ass when the pusher man comes up in your face ignorance is bliss but just in case he tries to stand in your way tell him no thank you have a nice day ’cause you don’t want him to get mad the result of a confrontation could be sad for you so just go along your way and when you cross the street make sure to pray ’cause the taxi drivers can get real crazy and the cops they sometimes get hazy while they sniff that coke off the dash, And then crash oh my god another mistake now you’re flat just like a pancake now when you make it to the other side of the street the one-armed beggar man with no shoes on his feet will ask you for a nickel or a dime to get some coffee or a bottle of wine that’s when you give it up there’s another on his way another sucka is born everyday another sucka, another sad sucka another sucker, is born everyday Pitch man in his Mercedes stops at the light all of the ladies are looking real sexy trying to impress they are the best I like the ones in the coffee houses the way they give sloppy jobs through my trousers they get hot drink decaf then they’re off so I guess I’ll spend another night with your wife go back home pick up the phone and have your phone sex the next best thing to being there ’til I get my bill oh well yeah it was a thrill While it lasted, but now you better turn up the stereo and blast it to try and drown out the sound of my neighbors getting nasty another sucka, another sad sucka another sucka, is born everyday But still I like the city in the summertime Thrash gods wailing, they got me feeling fine You see the brother lookin’ like a broomstick Once looked slick But he wouldn’t put a rubber on his dick Now his life’s an open sore And all his fine clothes they don’t fit him no more His body’s at the tailor bein’ fitted for a suit for a noisy celebration another sucka, another sad sucka another sucka, is born everyday © 1995 Supreme Ultimate Music (BMI) Lyrics respectfully dedicated to Eazy-E 1963-1995 Darryl Dawkins’ Sound of Love Dean Bowman, David Fiuczynski Chorus Soul surfin’ down Who gets the crown? Well, I’ll take my rhyme time Step on easy down Where I’ll take the express train to Lovetron Who in the world some still may wonder Of the glorious power of chocolate thunder A legend at the most Down low on the post Guard him and you’re toast Like David Thompson going coast to coast Straight out of high school double teamed Baby phat and dreamin’ General Managers schemin’ About the packaging of power And who could forget the broken glass groove Stop Pop Cop Drop Chocolate Dawkins finding a niche Like Coleman Hawkins a switch From life in Lovetron Living a dreaming a dunkathon And don’t even step to Thunder ‘bout resistance You can always go the distance With impatient impolite persistence And in a brother’s loving village can’t measure the spillage From the fallout from all the rings up in Boston And who could forget the broken glass groove Stop Pop Cop Drop © 1996 Fiuczynski Music (SESAC); Blak Berry Jams (SESAC)

		MIND IS A RIVER (Dean Bowman/Daniel Sadownick) When I sought truth Religion seemed too choreographed Though still in my youth I questioned my own existence No moral guidance cleansed My yearning to know about the outside Chased my tomorrows away I couldn’t be too long for sure Because sometimes you can know Too much for your own bit of good And following the wrong path To your dreams and down on your knees My mind is a river, let flow Let it flow Truth captured my soul and Never back did I have to look You came into my life and soon Became like my favorite book And I read it, oh, always needed To be made in the person of you So true and now the joy in my life Is your love Because sometimes you can know Too much for your own bit of good And following the wrong path To your dreams and down on your knees My mind is a river, let flow © 2005 Blak Berry Jams (SESAC); Nasdan Music (SESAC) Woe to the Conquered Dean Bowman/David Fiuczynski What is this gift I must prepare to Giftwrap or to sixpack? Or is it just to live each day With wonder of the obvious? Are we just subjects to be shuffled And hustled muscled fleeing up a tree Or it just to hear viv victivus — Woe To The Conquered! — Am I my shirt to wear and Tie to tear up burn my hair up? Or it just to live each day with Wonder of what’s killing us? Are we but pawns but to be Pried again pricked again And strung up from a tree? Or it just to hear viv victivus — Woe To The Conquered! — So you want my love So good for your humanity So in love with your worldly gifts But not in love with you! — Woe To The Conquered — Where does this christening take place For knowledge or demolish All that your socialization Teaches us to be alright now Can there be victory without knowing And showing that you can Truly be yourself Or is it just to hear viv victivus — Woe To The Conquered — So you want my love So good for your humanity So in love with your worldly gifts But I don’t give a fuck about you! — Woe To The Conquered — — Viv Victivus! — — Woe To The Conquered — © 2005 Blak Berry Jams (SESAC); Fiuczynski Music (SESAC) FAITH IN THE FREE Dean Bowman lyric; Dean Bowman, Jeff Haynes, Kelvyn Bell music Faith In The Free So now young’ns is Going to the museum Looking at statues Drawing images from the Last train to Birdland But that was too long ago All over now Gotta have more faith... Faith In The Free Go to the shelf And dust the statue Spit shine bootlick Slave flunky Imitating the movies Gotta have more faith... Faith In The Free Start it off Because it’s easy To follow Easier to be led Than to lead So sing in the key of F swing Putting the music down By tacit unacknowledgement Without... Faith In The Free Gotta have more faith... Faith In The Free © 2005 Blak Berry Jams (SESAC); Komunyaka Music (SESAC); Belvyn Kel Music (ASCAP) NO SURVIVORS Dean Bowman/David Fiuczynski You were like Heaven Dressed in the morning Loving you was necessary But love’s bird flew South for the winter And the story came unglued Gave me the blues ‘Cause when I looked around All I could see was me My only friend to understand And the AM clouds were lifting Bringing light to another day No more darkness covering up What we need to say Up in the glow of all our yesterdays Divine order will somehow find a way No survivors no survivors No survivors only witnesses (Flying south for the winter) Everybody died we all lost ‘Cause nobody wins When your only friend Staring you in the mirror Trying to understand And the AM clouds were lifting Bringing light to another day No more darkness covering up What we need to say Up in the glow of All our yesterdays Divine order will Somehow find a way © 2005 Blak Berry Jams (SESAC); Fiuczynski Music (SESAC) S.U.V. S.O.B. David Fiuczynski/additional lyrics Lian Amber Here’s the bloody truth – The Gulf war’s on again It’s blood for oil – don’t be fooled! Then the shocking news Fake patriots here don’t care And buy new cars that guzzle fuel You could be subject to: Global Warming Funding Terror Oil Dependence But it’s your first car You want it big and bad It defines just who you really are And you don’t care it’s all you You’re not a trucker You don’t need a rig to Drive to school We have been subject to: Gulf War Syndrome White House Denial Soldiers Dying Because it’s fashionable We drive a car this size Meanwhile the Gulf War grunt Dies right before our eyes We will be subject to: Halliburton New World Order John Ashcroft & the Patriot Act I am a creep who drives a Jeep And I go beep, beep, beep Oh, what a bummer I’m in my Hummer I’m just so dumb and dumber I’m such a loser Gross overuser In my Suburban Cruiser With White House approval... © 2005 Fiuczynski Music (SESAC); Sri Mata Gaia Musica (SESAC) MR. SOFTEE’S NIGHTMARE David Fiuczynski Devious little tunes to enthrall Little kids’ hearts To make you pay for ice cream And ‘kustard king’ tarts Worse than CNN at JFK It’s an invasion of my privacy! Ice cream tunes they drive me crazy Those evil little tunes My mind just goes hazy Mr Softee is the Anti–Christ! Let’s lock him in the fridge and Put him on ice – PUT HIM ON ICE!! – Why I want to kill destroy That’s my joy! I love to hate yes hate HATE HATE HATE! Bomb all ‘Kool Mans’ in the land... Watch out! Ice cream terror is at hand... ; ) Noise pollution – I have a solution... All those silly tunes Let’s shoot ‘em to the moon! Too bad for little kids And parent’s heart attacks I’m the grinch who stole Christmas And I won’t give it back – I won’t give it back!! Imposing music perpetrators… Suck out all my energy Infiltrating public places with Whack–uous Top 40 Pied Piper of Ice Cream Busts out my vibe! I look around and everyone’s Dairy Queen Zombified Dairy Queen Zombified Dairy Queen Zombified!!!!!! © 2005 Fiuczynski Music (SESAC) FUEL FARMS David Fiuczynski Brothers and sisters Till the soil Growing energy for a cleaner world Agraro–spiritual Earth tilling ritual Cleans the air with bio renewables Avoid the need for a Super Fund It ain’t so super nor really super fun We must act now Close up that ozone hole Unless you like the tan That burns a hole in your soul Harvest the Sun Don’t be the only one Heal the planet For generations to come Hemp Grain Wind Sun Bio–Energy A cleaner future is our responsibility Gulf wars cost billions and billions And billions and billions So many lives – casualties Collateral damage – public apathy Nuclear storage deep in the earth Poisons Our Mother’s womb Stopping all new birth That’s the day you’ll avoid the Sun Can you imagine a better way To have it done?? © 2005 Fiuczynski Music (SESAC) ZOOM ZOROC David Fiuczynski Zoom Zoroc from the 5th dimension He’s totally sentient Flying like a bird – have you heard? Zoom Zoroc from the 23rd century Super poet healer & sentry Don’t like the way we pollute the earth Full moon rising in Scorpio Creative full monty kickin ready to go 3rd Eye raging like a UFO He’s a moon child totally wild Straight from the depths of the Nile Space hippies chasing the sun Desert rock poetry painted in puns But even Super sonic hero appeal Has an Achille’s heel Comics A&R killing creativity Sounds just like the music industry They ain’t right with Their Kreative Kryptonite® Posing for Marvel to pay the rent Super action sellout now in full effect Comic book hero now a comic book farce Common experience of creative art From Atlantis to Nardis You can be a superhero You can be a superzero chillin like Nero It’s in the way you live your life Look for the super hero living within Start with your heart It’s the place to begin It’s not in the cape It’s not in the tights Strong as a grove of fruit trees With out–stretched green hand leaves Like the fingers in the glove of the outfield Chasing Sun Ra’s baseballs of love Falling from above falling from above Just like peace is the sign of the dove © 2005 Fiuczynski Music (SESAC) JUST FOR NOW Dean Bowman/David Fiuczynski Just for now Let me love you ‘til it’s over baby Just for now You need love just like I do Just for now You need a love that’s true Lipstick on y’navel Searchin’ about such a good thing Buttcheeks on the table (Oh, sh...) So opinionated you might think She’d tell me why She’d build for me A castle in the sky Just for now Let me love you ‘til it’s over baby Just for now You need love just like I do Just for now You need a love that’s true Tell you no lies and Promise no sorrow Baby let’s kiss and love Like there’s no tomorrow Strong Black love Give something for the doer Bold lust crush Ain’t no other love truer Standing up tall with nothing to hide Stroke it in the middle And move it side to side Shave y’love for a shiny ornament Savor love for a new resident I’m have to hit Miss pretty some more Come down hard on me baby Drive me right through the floor © 2005 Blak Berry Jams (SESAC); Fiuczynski Music (SESAC) SMILE AT ME Dean Bowman/Gregg Jarvis You reign when you smile at me I You break the rules And change them every day Thought by now I’d know The funny games you play Then you smile at me From a distance All the folks can plainly see They say to you let the man go Let the man go free You reign when you smile at me II You watch my every move With a telescopic lens Catch an earful On your cell phone In your Mercedes Benz Then you smile at me From a distance All the folks can plainly see They say to you let the man go Let the man go free You reign When you smile at me When you smile at me When you smile at me Smile at me © 2005 Blak Berry Jams (SESAC); Skintunes (SESAC) RETURN TO TOP