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Intellectual Hooliganism

by Flummox

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1.
Hey! 02:37
HEY! How are ya doin'? I said HEY! please answer my question Don't ignore me I'm only imploring on what kind of condition your day was in? Is it a good day? (shop doo wop) is it a bad one? (shop doo wop) Is it slightly off or does it just feel great to be alive? Is it sunny? is it raining animals? Is there a hurricane or a tornado ruining your way of life? I hope it's none of them bad ones, and only the good ones But if it's bad, well you know you have my sympathies So Please be careful, & please stay cheerful & please watch your step or you might just fall & break your knees I wouldn't go killing anybody if I was you! But I ain't you! I AIN'T HIM, I AIN'T HER, I AIN'T THEM, I AIN'T ANYBODY
2.
Summer Cold 04:09
Summer depression, I see her in July Ain't found a reason, but I have to wonder why? A warm embrace seems too humid & bright The sun's in season, but I can't bear her light Summer cold, its got me down on my knees In place of a breath, I just well up & sneeze Brothers & sisters, with good will, I call Send me your light until my world turns to fall I sweat & I pant, my skin is burnt red I haven’t an ounce of spit left in my head If I see a cool pool, I aim for it & charge But I run through the desert because it's a mirage Summer depression, I see her in July Ain't found a reason, but I have to wonder why? The sun is too cold for me to handle Death's taunting me like a flicker to candle
3.
Satan - You've been holding out! I've sold my soul, but there's still a hole in my bank account I thought we had a deal? I thought you had it sealed? I thought if I burned for eternity, you'd pay for all my meals? Lucifer is a buyer to beware I signed a contract & the fucking thing vanished in thin air I thought if I sold my soul I was gonna get a pot of gold Now I'm Prayin' to Jesus Christ that you didn't write in no loophole :Chorus: Give me my cash, ol' scratch I ain't gonna ask you twice My lawyer's already prepared To sue The Lord of the Flies Give me my money, Satan I am seriously getting kinda pissed When I sold my soul to the devil, I didn't think I wouldn't get shit Satan! Don'tcha tell me no lies Did ya really fucking think I wouldn't come to collect my prize? I thought if I shook your hand That I was gonna be a rich man Now my only source of cash is playing in this band (Chorus)
4.
She's a spooky kind of beautiful She likes to dance after midnight She's a weird kind of wonderful She seems to blend with the twilight She ain't too dark to be an Angel She holds mystery as her slave she's too kind to be evil But she ain't gone too far to be saved I've seen her dressed in rags & stitches But she moves like a queen She might be some kind of faerie princess But she's a creature of the deep Her wit is like the crack of a whip it cuts straight to the bone She drinks ambition down by the sip & only what she can call her own She's a raven in a crow's nest An elegant black of violet hue She doesn't stop for just rest she's got more wonders to view That girl collects dead things Where I see only forest eyes They gave me this song to sing & the words that lend my hand to write you are beyond beautiful In not just mind, body, & soul If it were possible I would tell the entire world either way I'm still an ally And I’ll never ask you to change given no chance, I'll still fly To take you on any adventures fate can arrange She's got me writing poetry again Maybe a song or a story or two My words have become her biggest fan She makes the ink bleed through She's too radiant to be hell bound The abyss slides off her like the rain She knows what it’s like to be lost & found And she's just a little insane!
5.
It don't matter if I sleep with a woman almost every night, or eat more pussy than a canine with an appetite I love the ladies but I got an eye for you guys too - androgynous, but I've still got bigger balls than you I'm not based on whose ass I fuck any given day, It's okay to be gay, but some might say it might be better some other way - well, I got something I gotta say! I might just catch it or I’ll pitch it, & I'll hit it pretty fucking hard I'm a bugger but I'll fuck her; Venus, David, or any piece of art I like what I like, & I'm psyched to be who I've been from the very start I could win the war & run for office, if I wanna crack at it, I could start a whole family & be a better dad than Bob Saget while still making a loud as fuck rock n roll racket, but to a bigot I'm still just half a fucking faggot Does it really matter what somebody else does with their time? As long as they're not fucking you, you shouldn't even mind I ain't Hillary Clinton, always flippin' & floppin' & switching sides Maybe I don't wanna change, but god knows I've tried God's got nothing to do with definitions of sin His own son was out fishin' with a dozen guys for men This ain't some PC-PSA about fucking both ways If it wasn't weird they wouldn't say queer, they'd just say 'okay' But we're all mad here, & It's still perfectly clear that some people are afraid of others taking a dick in the rear You're not scared of the faggot you're scared of yourself And what dick might make your tiny prick rise all by itself I'm just a bundle of sticks, jammin' up the damned river Styx - you're gonna blow me up I'm just a bundle of twigs, fallen from the tree of cursed figs, you're gonna burn me down Do you wanna fuck? Do you wanna get fucked? Do ya wanna be a cuck? You gotta see her suck. If'n you ain't pretty Ya ain't gonna lay me Whether man or a woman It really don't matter to me
6.
Dysania 05:18
I will not get out of bed you cannot fucking make me Fuck you, this is my refuge I will stay between these sheets Nobody ever has to tuck me in Count sheep constantly I'm not missing a thing because dreams will always beat reality I've slept seventeen hours I've still got seven more to go no good morning, no good night neither I just want to stay a sleeper It's raining, & it's pouring, but I'm still always snoring Even if I don't bump my head, I still won't get up in the morning Naps don't cut it, unconsciousness is my one true welcome home Dreams play through my head Sleep apnea is the way I want to go The world ain't worth my time no more I'd rather nurse on NyQuil & snore My only concern is the occasional bed-sore I won't be getting out of bed anymore
7.
Take my hoof & I will show you your desire A witch's broom can only fly higher & higher Fruits of knowledge are just pleasures of the flesh Sweet to the taste & a sin you don't have to confess So sign my book in blood on the dotted line Just because I have your soul, doesn't mean we can't have a good time Bells ring with the tritone A black sabbath is to be had Listen to the maidens moan Who knew evil could be this bad? The woods at night is where our lord shall join our feasts Skyclad, we consume the blood & body of the beast Come to the sabbat & be anointed by the goat you love If we can fly that means there ain't no angels up above You've signed my book in blood just in time Just because I reside in hell doesn't mean I'm not still divine Dancing with the tritone A black sabbath is to be had Making love to the mother crone I knew evil could be this bad! Prince of darkness, morning star, great bearer of truth Lord of music, composer of sin, hear these notes arranged for you I burn the flesh of babes to rise above the ground The screams of bones on the flame aren't the only sound Chant, my ladies! Chant, my pretties until your throats bleed Dance for me, sway upon me & let inside my seed You've signed my book in blood, now you're allowed to see you can come with me & live your life deliciously
8.
So, Whatcha doing? What are you up to? I think you Look like somebody who's living on the blunt side of the knife So, Whatcha thinking? What are you bringing? I'm speaking About what you are bringing to the world by your way of life So, Are you sleeping or are you dreaming? I'm singing A song about what it is you take compared to what you really give So, When are you making or you creating? I'm shaking To think about all of the various ways you've been killing yourself to live don't think you are something Embrace that you're nothing don't think you are something Embrace that you're nothing Don't think you are something Embrace that you're nothing But nothing is something because it can be dead
9.
Rape Culture 02:47
Let's rape! Everybody that is working hard Let's rape! All the people living without a card Let's rape! Any families that we rip apart Let's rape! Any pigment that is darker even if it's their land we are living on Let's rape! Any law that goes against our acts Let's rape! Any objection to our surprise attacks Let's rape! Anybody backing truth with facts Let's rape! Let's just grab em by the pussy & fuck em til the break of Dawn Let's rape! Like we did on the trail of tears Let's rape! Like we did with the blacks & queers Let's rape! Let's give them something real to fear Let's rape! Until raping doesn't cut it so we kill them all until they're all gone! Make America Great Again! Make America Rape Again! Make America Enslave Again! Make America Afraid Again! Let's Rape!
10.
The sky went black & burned up the land The war for the world had come for Japan It came from the heavens, but brought only hell On the thousands of people on which it fell After the fire & the bright scorching flash The alligator people rose up from the ash Their faces were black & tough scale-like hide Their skin was hardened where they once had eyes A red fiery hole where there once was a mouth The screams were implied, but there came no sound They walked their last steps in agony On the writhing stumps where they once had knees Any day now the fire will light up our skies We'll see a bright flash before our time to die But those that are left on the edge of the Cliff Will become alligator people doomed to live
11.
Let me tell you the story of the biggest cock in the neighborhood A haram of hens appeared in his shadow wherever he stood Well he's a bad mother-clucker with a fiery feathered tail They call him freedom rooster & I'm gonna rhyme his tail with this tale When he was hatched & just a chick He was adopted by meth addicts And taken to the wrong side of Bradyville Pike There he was never allowed to roam A barbwire cage was considered his home They pumped him up full of steroids every night He never was allowed to crow nor sing only allowed to be thrown in the ring Where he would face other poultry as his foes That rooster, he was living rough Living in a meth lab in a cage so stuffed He only longed for a chance to spring & grow Those junkies didn't know what they were raising The only rooster ever worthy of praising You'll state in disbelief, this rooster was no chief He is the very symbol of justice & liberty Hey Freedom rooster! Why don't you fly somewhere instead of being stuck in the Boro? Fly Freedom Rooster! Why don't you fly sometime & be somewhere else tomorrow? It wasn't long before the pigs caught wind That some white trash was slinging crystal sin And running cockfights in a whore house tweaking speed They busted in, demanding hands be raised And arrested everybody in that place And proceeded to search the entire property that tricky rooster had been waiting on Somebody to come & free him all along He knew his opportunity had come at last The cops popped open the first trunk they saw From where our rooster sprung with pointed claw And sprinted quicker than a cheetah with a wrench up his ass Those coppers didn't know that they were chasing The only rooster ever worthy of praising He springs ferociously with tiny chicken feet Those piggies couldn't snatch him off the Boro streets Hey Freedom rooster! Why don't you fly somewhere instead of being stuck in the Boro? Fly Freedom Rooster! Why don't you fly sometime & be somewhere else tomorrow? "Now this right here you're about to hear is what we call chicken picking down yonder in Tennessee. But for this song, we're gonna call it rooster picking, because this song is about one of them dang ol' cockadoodle doers. So let's clap our hands, stomp those feet, & praise Merle Travis! We’re about to have a hoe down: Flummox style." It didn't take that rooster long To spin the life he had before this song He raised himself a poultry poly-colony family He has a few wives & a few dozen kids Living inside a white picket fence That circles the old foreclosed meth'd out facility He now patrols his neighborhood Making sure that everyone's doing what they should And if they're not, he's gonna come & peck out their eyes Those cops don't fuck with the cock no more They know their place & give him room to soar His jurisdiction is the only thing keeping the place nice That rooster didn't know how he's amazing He is the only rooster worthy of praising He's got his chicks to feed, And all his hens to seed He is the very symbol of the American Dream Hey Freedom rooster! Why don't you fly somewhere instead of being stuck in the Boro? Fly Freedom Rooster! Why don't you fly sometime & be somewhere else tomorrow? This has been the story of the biggest cock in the neighborhood Better have paid attention or you're gonna get your eyes pecked good Cause he's a bad mother-clucker with a fiery feathered tail His name is Freedom Rooster & this is the end of his tale
12.
Oh, Possum 10:33
Marsupials with a rodent's paw & face Consume the scraps scrapped from your plate Dumpster diver & street survivor Trash day is the only day to die for O - it's silent Disney makes it look so easy, prehensile tail that hangs high from trees Black beady eyes with a rabies immunity I'll eat anything at all, Ticks are a delicacy O - oh, Possum I scream at my own ass I'm not good at seeing things real far headlights flashing from speeding cars My limbs & entrails scrapped across the blackened scorching gritty tar (Roll) The opossum is a member of the marsupial family of the order didelphimorphia. They are the largest order of marsupials in the western hemisphere. Didelphis virginiana, or the opossum if you will, holds a plantigrade stance: meaning their feet stand quite firmly on the ground. They have an opposable digit on each claw, & like some primates, a prehensile tail with which to cling onto the branches of trees - but not upside down! No no no no no no no no NO! That is a common misconception: Opossums cannot hang upside down by their tails, nor should they ever be hung inside of a plexiglass box, & suspended into the air by a bunch of rednecks in North Carolina on New Years Eve. Why would you do something like that, Clay Logan? They’re just trying to help out & eat all of your ticks, you fucking bastard! I fucking hate you Clay Logan you fuck! How would you like to be hung up in the cold winter air as a time ball, bitch? You wouldn’t like it, would you? Goddamn you Clay Logan, I fucking hate you Clay Logan, I Fucking hate you you fucking cunt! Where was I? Oh yes, possums. Now the Possum has a gland in its anus that produces a smell resembling that of a rotting corpse. They use this in their famous ruse of playing dead. Like their cousin, the kangaroo, the female opossum holds her young in a pouch until they are ready to live on their own. Funny thing about the female opossum, for indeed she has 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 nipples! 13 of them - I’m not lying about that. There’s 12 arranged in a circle with one directly in the middle. The male opossum is not without his custom traits either, for you see he has a forked penis bearing twin glands. This is so he can acquire double, sometimes triple, & on kinkier nights, quadruple the amount of opossum pussy. It is also a proven fact, that when the opossum is frustrated, when he is angry, when he has had it up to here with the entire goddamn world; he bends over & points his snout between his legs. And with beast eyes full of fire, he opens his wide, gaping, foaming jaws & that’s when he screams at his own ass. He screams at his own ass. I can't see things really far headlights flashing from speeding cars My limbs & entrails scrapped across the blackened scorching gritty tar I'm just a misunderstood marsupial, & here is my deal One man's trash is another creature's meal I'm just a scavenger & a hunter when I need to be & I’ll probably never contract rabies I'm just an opossum & here's what I have to say Don't mistake me for dead, it’s all a play.
13.
See ya around, maybe next Tuesday? Well any which way you & I will be closer to death. See ya around, is Wednesday any better? I don't know, but you're certainly wasting up a lot of breath So long, buddy! Hope ya had a good time! Take some home with ya because you're currently wasting mine Have a safe trip! Hope I'll catch ya later! no more today, because our time together makes me wanna sit and recline & wind down Winding down How can such intelligent life be so ignorant to its place? The social norm is to be brainwashed & left inside a cage Information isn't knowledge, but improves the means of knowing There's truth to the breeze that lets you know your ass is showing This song title is a sentence & this album is a statement Intellectual hooliganism Leads you from your own enslavement

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If you have ever felt out of place or awkward...
If you are just a little or a lot a bit queer....
If you’ve ever been crazy, anxious, depressed, or dysphoric.....
If the sight of opossums makes you cheer.....
If your relationship with the devil is complicated....
If bad & horrible sounds bring pleasure to your ears...

Have we made an album for you!

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released September 7, 2018

The band featured here includes:

Alyson Blake Dellinger - lead vocals, six-string bass guitar, Kala U-Bass, acoustic guitar, piano, Mini-Moog, sound effects, lyrics

Drew Jones - six & seven-string electric guitars, acoustic guitar, keyboards, vocals

Parker Lampley - flutes, keyboards, synth, piano, kazoo, vocals

Chase McCutcheon - seven & eight-string electric guitars

Alan Pfeifer - drums & percussion

Engineered, mixed, mastered, & tampered with by Dave Summers
Produced by Flummox & Dave Summers
Remastered by Chase McCutcheon
Recorded at Studio D in Tullahoma, TN Nov. 2017-Jun. 2018

Featuring Flummoxing actors:
Zach Ferrin - accordion (track 13)
Jody Lester - vocals (tracks 12-13)
Keith McQuarrie - saxophone (tracks 5, 13)

All songs written and copyrighted by Dellinger/Jones/Pfeifer
except tracks 4, 9, 11, & 12 by Dellinger/Jones/Pfeifer/Smith

Artwork by Paige Wetherwax
Layout by Jeremy Edge

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