Opus 51 Fugue Trilogy In A (Take Me To The Tree)

[Part 1: Yurtle Swimming]
Time elapsing in the sounds
Of ethereal planes melting down
Life is but a jelly roll
Come in one side and pay no toll

Happiness is once past lived
It's all in the mind of a sun burst sieve
Yurtle swimming in his tank
With Erich Kessling's account in the bank

Yurtle swimming in his tank
With Erich Kessling's account in the bank

Life is just a wiffy you see
Singing in the fugue trilogy
Quasonic fortress in the past
All boiling down into gas

Beatlemania, God is dead
Satan is one in my head
Radio stations spinning sounds
Upside down and all around

If you simply stop and see
You will find Bon Jovi and me

[Part 2: The Tree]
Come with me and we will be
Free in an endless boring cavity
I will love your mind to love me
We shall be a tree, yes a tree

Come with me, to the end of the sea
To life and glee, in the tree

Time will be the essence of God
In a three star carrot fish filet of cod
Boognish will make himself clear to me
Outside the window in a tree, yes a tree

Porno slut garbage, God is me
In the existential existence of my pee-pee
I fear not the steel and the bass
It's only my laminated love hating face

Come with me, to the end of the sea
To life and glee, in the tree

[Part 3: Bertha Gets The Mushy Mushy]
Mommy, Mommy
Mommy, Mommy

Mommy, Mommy
Mommy, Mommy

Love me, love me
Love me, love me

Mommy, Mommy
Mommy, Mommy

Bertha gets the mushy mushy
Bertha gets the mushy mushy
Bertha gets the mushy mushy
Bertha gets the mushy mushy

Bertha gets the mushy mushy
Bertha gets the mushy mushy
Bertha gets the mushy mushy

Mommy, Mommy
Mommy, Mommy

Love me, love me
Love me, love me

Mommy, Mommy
Mommy, Mommy

Kill me, kill me
Kill me, kill me

Bertha gets the mushy mushy
Bertha gets the mushy mushy
Bertha gets the mushy mushy
Bertha gets the mushy mushy

Bertha gets the mushy mushy
Bertha gets the mushy mushy
Bertha gets the mushy mushy
Bertha gets the mushy mushy

Mommy, Mommy
Mommy, Mommy

Love me, love me
Love me, love me

Kill me, kill me
Kill me, kill me

[Part 4a: The Kitty & The Squirrel]
The black cat yawns, opens her jaws
Stretches her legs, and shows her claws
Then she gets up and stands on four
Long stiff legs and yawns some more

She shows her sharp teeth, she stretches her lip
Her slice of a tongue turns up at the tip
Lifting herself on her delicate toes
She arches her back as high as it goes

She lets herself down with particular care
And pads away with her tail in the air

[Part 4b: The Squirrel]
Whisky, frisky, hippity hop
Up he goes to the tree top
Whirly, twirly, round and round
Down he scampers to the ground

Furly, curly, what a tail
Tall as a feather, broad as a sail
Where's his supper? In the shell
Snappity, crackity, out it fell

*screaming*

[Part 5: The Departure]
It's very late... about, um...

It's very late... early in the morning
Good morning, good morning...
Yep...

The Mrs. Slack EP was pretty fucking funny

[Instrumental Outro]