Tigress & the U-Fraidees

l'initiation

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prelude, act 2 of le fils des étoiles
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Raison d'etre

Tigress and The U-Fraidees, separated from the other wordage.

Updated to feature the newer music, via youtube (which with the 1080p HD in particular avails of a better quality audio stream than is usual). Music at left, words here at right.


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oigent STUFF

ah got mah MOJO HAIN
you got yo PROMISE LAIN
they got no IDEE’, MAIN
whut dis hea’ thang’s about

you got to CALL ‘EM OUT
we got to SCREAM AN’ SHOUT
don’t want to LOSE THE BOUT
cause they’s jes too much at hain

we got some righteous DUDES
you got too much to LOSE
I got to spread the NEWS
befo’ it all goes away

dis is some oigent STUFF
de times, dey gittin’ TUFF
y’all jes be divin’ MUFF
while I be speakin’, sayin’:

[dootdootdoo-widl SHAMP. dwaww]

Why caintchoo jes’ be true
Lord knows yoo caint affo’ dem shoes
Why does she GOT to sang dem blues
All nite long, all nite long, all nite long

[wipdipdip-shiddl WOMP. sheww..]

Why WONT you be my gal
Ain’ not jus’ BE my dear ol pal
Ain’ sho as SO you reap you shall,
You shall SO, SO, SOW - WE-LL…

    [gittar solo]

Did Act, Ticking


This Universe (or Omni/Multi-Verse)
The One we all know and love
Is polymorphously perverse
As Below, So Above

Like your giggly little Girl-child
Your dear old pipe-toking granny
Like your fav'rite creepy uncle
Or unfo'tunate O'phan Annie

She got random wilding moodswings
(& a sickassed sense of humor)
We're all dollbabies for her dressup
(& Bro's war games, just a rumor)

You can question these assertions
You might even cite some 'facts'
You may not even wanna hear this
'Cause it's grody-to-the-max

But take a good hard look around you
Mind's Eye open, not wide shut
The pageant's headlong procession
Climb up out your special rut

While the merry-go-round jus keep turnin
No circle needs be still unbroke
Submitted for your consideration
The mos wrong prophet have jus spoke

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Self-immolating Mohammedan Jihadist
Allah-assured of virgins, in castles-in-the-air
A Heaven & a Hell, of clearly demarcated borders
Such is the global solution to his local despair

Self-revealing Abrahamic Propagandist
Closely monitors media, sponsors billboards-in-the-sky
Extols Promised Lands amidst a New World Order
True believers demand expanded pieces-of-a-pie

Self-supremal, Court-appointed Decidist
Possessing supra-powers by special self-decree
Secures Homelands & restores all your gained windfalls
Counts by 9s, 11s so the decimated learn to see

Walk Don’t March

Divinity student
Studies de Andy Devine
Miracles could happen
Your water into wine

Never mind this hustle
Wasn’t working out for me
Bring your own muse beside you
Let the sound set you free

Moving toward my Mecca
My tin soldiers into dawn
With no banner to announce me
or semaphorics to alarm

This act’s gone under covers
Like a top-40 band
We might take the odd request now
if our time do be at hand

“Can you count, or are you deaf?”
Said a thief as if a joke
I been thru there & done that
Now it’s time to break that yoke

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