8 Day Miracle Jam - December 8 - 15

[Lightning Rod]

The world wasn't created in eight days
it was simpler than that
but god always has a way
of making things look easy.

and the morning and the evening were the first day
the flame is just beginning
to know the wick.
burn like the glimpse of creation

[izeveryboyin]

silence so we can hear the wails....
thereare children sadly weeping
Mojo Risin sadly weeping
And the night is sadly weeping
Heaven's high are opened still
we pull apart the seams and kiss the night.

"The Djs took pills to get high and play for 7 days"

We'll just WAKE UP and let the madness flow from our eardrums, humming and pulsating in a metric tune of solidarity, and wealth. We're all just terrible.

[perezoso]

risin jim mojo, a mutant pop-nietzsche,
he blew a few decent choruses
before his needle got itchy.
ITCHY scratch scratch itchy SCRATCH

scraw scopped flug reak drot yonk
nul flop dhag du plemmey
plimmy foke TWOFFF!
Toddoleope TRAHHH twick

[izeveryboyin]

oooh! the miles of endless void and sorrow in the night! oooh the miles of sanctity abounding, trapped inside a doomed lagoon... full moon. We'll croon and swoon to Dean Martin's smile on color printed Tv and hop to holy fuck we'll see ya in the morning.

[WIREMAN]

..hasta manana.....and if ya do see Jim in your sleepy reverie tell him a wired man thanks him for the present of her head and ears and heart that he laid in his lap....tell him this izzy for me.....

[izeveryboyin]

Nay, I'll wail it to him, man! And in the stars

"Let it roll baby roll..."

And beside a moolit parking lot with my bra strapped unhooked

"let it roll baby roll..."

And inbetween my ears where Lrod lives

"Let it roll baby roll"

And in the WIRES where we speak a freak little tune, it's 99 past afternoon I am the Walrus, she is the zoom, we've come to bring you gloom and doom. I am the walrus he is the boom, we've come to show you to your room. I am the walrus, we are the bloom, we'll take you were the rock songs loom.

"Let it roll.... ALL NITE LONG!!!"

[Lightning Rod]

popsicle nietzsche
don't know mojo when he seize it
just let her bra slide off your shoulder
it's good enough for me
to see my baby doll melt
into limp mystery
with cogent sounds
and the pinball effect
between my ears

[izeveryboyin]

when the mojo's runnin high and wild on speed and good drink, with a head fuck tween his thighs I think we'll all feel safer inside our garden fences, thus becoming limp dick mysteries in bed with Cialis' son, trying to palm a little cock and down a little sperm. Trying to jack the fucker off, the go to bed, or do the worm.