Bubble Boy

Felix Sarco Lyrics
©2006 Felix Sarco
All songs performed by Felix Sarco.
All songs written by Felix Sarco, with the exception of tracks 5, 7, and 8.
All lyrics written by Cromley Legussa, with the exception of tracks 5 and 6.
Track 5 (Self Image): Music and lyrics by C.C. Psychotica
Track 6 (Hawks ’06): Lyrics by Cromley Legussa and C.C. Psychotica
Track 7 (One for the Earth Girls): Music by C.C. Psychotica
Track 8 (Super Sexy Beast): Music by C.C. Psychotica
Additional guitar on tracks 1 and 10 written and performed by Jarrett Flynn

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The Professional
Q + A
Hipster Vigilante
Pet Shop
Self Image
Hawks 06' (Club Mix)
One for the Earth Girls
Super Sexy Beast
Imaginary Interview
Chester

The Professional

Living, just to trade the day. A day for holiday.

You spent your day, taking notes along the freeway, and you found a way to eliminate collision. You swore off making left hand turns, I saw you getting sick inside your circle, but I guess you planned for that.

Waiting, for a holiday. Day, breaks away to night.

Educated circle maker, swimming in your vomit, didn’t make the plans to stop it, so your car ran out of gas. This structure might just fuck your little worry warted sordid pick me upper pucker mother fucker. Sucking on your ass.

Of mice and men.

Well I guess you’re the man with master plan!
(Allright now, show em’ what time it is. All together now!)
Systematic sucker, scratch your ass at 10 O’Clock or you’ll be itchy in your britchy when you just don’t have the time!
(At’s at junk I’m talking about! Choir, take us home!)
Your societal schematic, the battle plan that wakes the wit, makes decisions safe to make and lifts the weight of dealing with your choices.
So preach as if you’ve read it, from “the plan of the all-knowing.” Speak for those who’ve lived it, but failed to read the plan.
Academia? Macadamia?
Books? Or bags of nuts?
I’ll bet the balls in this bag
That book’s your only spine

This Dilettante has drowned out your symphony
Screaming every note to the same song in discordant harmony
Evolution? Or Revolution?
Gnawing on the hand that feeds when nostalgia is boring pornography
Professionals of systems and symphonies are the mice and the men who live and die IDEOLOGY

Q&A

Leave times side inside life’s ride
(Walking in a circle, Walking in a circle)
She lives on the wall
She can’t speak at all
But we all heed her call

(Walk when she tells you to)

TAKE ONE STEP

Kiss this spiraled face and taste the violence of your cycles, spinning in her eyes.

TAKE ONE STE
TO YOUR RIGHT
ARE YOU MOTH
ARE YOU LIGHT
NOW?

Welcome to the new reality

We’ll never get the answers
But we’ll always have the time
To bullshit through the reasons
For rhyming just to rhyme

QUESTIONS WE ASK OF GODS AND GOATS

Ask, and they say:

“This is the Universe for moments. That is the World, in seconds of the day. We are every living thing, for every lifetime of the moment, but a life of time is eating it away. We are the future! The enlightened! You are the products the past!
This is the moment! And you know the least about it, but its all that you can see.
For now.”

With two disproportionate arms, she holds me. Swings me around and around. Setting me down to whisper in my ear, “Thanks for today, I’ll be back for tomorrow.”

She’ll take away today for tomorrow
But only as long you hold her there.
And only as long as she holds you here.
And she’s runnin’ away, runnin’ around, touch you all over
Time is my bitch, and now is my woman.

Tick Tock

And you’re runnin away running around, feel her all over.
And we’re runnin’ away runnin’ around movin’ all over
Life is runnin’ away runnin’ around, touch you all over
Now is running away, running around
Let her run, let her touch.

Leave time’s side inside life’s ride

Hipster Vigilante

The man was hipster. He knew just what t o say and how loud to say it. He walked with a stride that was void of pride and had smile so wide he could play it.
Every moment was the moment he was waiting for, and you knew it by the look in his eyes.
They laughed when he laughed, and walked where he walked, as the king and the old pied piper cried:

“THIS MAN IS A DEVIL”
(A madman)
And the world called him GOD
The children called him SANTA CLAUS
When the time came around
But SATAN was the name
At the end of the game
When the coal they earned burned
Their Sodom and Gomorrah to the ground

Messy as hell, might as well flip a coin, when the dabs of black and white get to gellin’. I met my man the other day in the bathroom, believe it or not, this moral mortal’s shit is smellin’.
We had a chat about what side he’s fightin on, as I bent down and washed my face in the sink.
We said that same goddamn thing at the same goddamn time, goddamn that goddamn man he made me think….

I’m a madman
Born to kill the DEVIL
An I ain’t gon’ spare the rod
Oh, with all the shit I see
I’m bound to be
A blend of three
a SATAN
SANTA
vigilante
demi-GOD

Or a MAD MAD MAN

I’m a madman
I’m a mad mad man

Make me think I might just be a man

I’m a madman
I’m a mad mad man

Make me think I might just be a man

Pet Shop

HowlGrowlBarkBiteScratchStareTearPurrPiss
Until you take me home I’ll
HowlGrowlBarkBiteScratchStareTearPurrPiss
Until you take me
Home

We’re given a leash
And we’re given liege
If we give em’ a lick
Then they might just take us
Home

(Nine fingered needle man say, “Don’t sleep the day away”)

Morning’s a warning for mutts in the cage. Freedom is only an owner away.
Pitch-eyed. Dilated and glazed, frozen pools of naivety.
Thawing and learning all about life in the Pet Shop Show.
Where the lifer can take it slow.

Strays climb in the window while the pedigrees sleep
Howling jokes titled life while half laugh and half weep
And they warn mutts tomorrow might just be the day
That their master messiah comes to whisk them away

(Nine fingered needle man say, “Don’t sleep the day away”)

New dreamers are made as the jaded ones fade.
Freedom is only and owner away.
So Sell yourself while you can little man
Sell yourself while you can
Get back in the cage
Get back inside your
Home

There’s a legend in the Pet Shop that the strays like to tell
To the young mutts who sleep through the sound of the bell
Of the one who stole a finger when they tried to put him down
He ran off through the open door, so listen for the sound
Of the rabid little stray
He’s the one who got away

Baying at the streetlights with the world looking on
Listening to the howlers and singing right along
Running wild in the alleyways and eating from the trash
As the dream wrote the checks that the life couldn’t cash

Oh my rabid little stray

HowlGrowlBarkBiteScratchStareTearPurrPiss
Until you take me

SELF HELP SESSION ONE: WHAT YOU THINK IS WHAT YOU SEE

Self Image

Why do you sit by me?
Why won’t you ever let me be?
Why do you smile and say “How are you?”
I’M JUST FINE
What is it that you see when your eyes stop and look at me?
How bout I tell you then

I’m so fly, bugs wanna be me
I’m so hot you cook your clams on me
I’m so high I hitchhike in spaceships
I’m so smart you just wouldn’t get it

Wanna come home with me?
There I can cover you in pee
Why don’t you go to hell

I see you like my style and all my joking makes you smile
The only problem is that I’m too good for you
Still, its ok to want a little piece of what I’ve got
How could I blame you for not knowing

I’m so fly, bugs wanna be me
I’m so hot you cook your clams on me
I’m so high I hitchhike in spaceships
I’m so smart you just wouldn’t get it

Hawks ’06 (Club Mix)

DEAMONS!
Exorcised into dancing fools
Don’t hate the killer, hate the savior, for the latter let the Zombies take the stage
A slick young band, exhuming music’s perished, having sold its soul to salvage
ROCK N ROLL
Waiting for the platinum to be pressed

They opened wide and fed their pride with overweight rotation at regurgitation station
On this ride, their muses died, but still their train rolled on

Hi-mi Hawks and Heroes Band!
Hot and well behaved!
Rock n Roll it was comatose!
And the mercy murder saved!
Raise the Red Bull, toast the ghost!
Hail the Golden Age!
The living dead are on the air,
And the Hawks are all the rage!

Doesn’t it feel nice to say, the spirits on extended play?
Good clean fun is here to stay!
The Hi-mi Hawks and Heroes saved the day!

They shimmy shimmied to the disco pop and they shim-shim-shimmied to the ROCK
They set sail for beyond the veil and they saved the sorry stock
Fans of the past were an automatic with the same old sound and a static modern show
Rescued from the grave

And the train rolled along
Innovation died at the station

Your unknowing child’s gonna say
“HEY! ROCK ZOMBIES! FRESH AND NEW!”

Dance the dance of the dead tonight
Waiting for the life to come along

GO! GO! My new nostalgia train!
We’re taking pictures of the picture in a modern frame!
Old, new, you’ve gottta get through to every young BUCK
Don’t set the sun! When its all been done, we’ll do it all again!

One for the Earth Girls
(With love from the spaceman)

If you were the girl I love you’d never get a letter
So fire up my rocket and I’ll give you something better
Where I’m from, you can’t phone home, but nobody spends a night alone
A million moons, galactic tunes, and a nexus night, you’re living in a thing called

ZERO GRAVITY! I’ll spend a light year in this space

I’m looking for an earth girl
A comet cutie with a cosmic tale
And I’ll take you from this wicked world
With a supernova superstar sets sail

For Zero GRAVITY! You’ll spend a light year with the spaceman
ZERO GRAVITY! I’ll spend a light year in your space

Come on up and get down with me
Love at ZERO GRAVITY

Planetary parties on every night
Celestial bodies bathed in starlight
And I won’t stop it! This red hot rocket! I’m gonna park it on that nice tight satellite!

Orion’s belt is wide open little girl
I’m gonna be your final frontier

Feet up in the air, ride it everywhere
Slip on to the big dippa and we’ll stop at the Milky Way

SELF HELP SESSION TWO: LOOK AT YOU AND THINK OF ME

Super Sexy Beast

When I’m pretty as a peacock, there’s no one there to see me
Belting out a mating and no one’s there to hear me
Ten billion motherfuckers and not one would want to be me
Little do they know, I’m hellafine

Fashion functions through my day when bending trends to make my way
I’ll catch an eye to find a lay and make him Mr. Right

I am a multifaceted super sexy beast

Swingin those hips to the side and then back again
Holding that hormone hard for the sake of the chase
Bringin those glares to the thighs like flies to shit
Yeah you know you’re gonna get yourself a taste

I am a multifaceted super sexy beast

I’m a model’s match
I’m a master’s muse
I’m mistress made
From a mate you used
On a mattress messed
In a midnight move
I’m a mantra dressed
In a music’s groove

I am a multifaceted super sexy beast

Imaginary Interview

“helloagainmyonlyfriendwelcometotheinsideofourmindmyvoiceistakingshapeimsettingoffthetapethatwasyourrideyournecessarynarratorprattlesinthebackheisyourguideyouspentyourlifewitheyesaheadnowtrybehindinsteadwalkwithmethroughmemoryandtakeonefinalookatwhatyouvebeenyoupromisedmanythingsandyoupromisednottolieandsodidIthetruthisyoudonthavetodietonightbutyousworeyoudneverfadeawayhereswhatIvecometosaytheresonlyonewayoutandyouknowwhatitsaboutbutifyoustayYOUandIareshuretofadeaway”

“Well hello again. Remember me? Think back. I’m your imaginary friend. Looks like you’ve gone and gown up. Where does that leave me?”

Chester

“I guess I’ve just gotta go out and find a new job. It’s really not that easy of a task, I know you know we know. What is it you used to say when I’d ask you, so long ago, ‘What is it you want to be when you grow up?’ You always laugh and say, ‘Shit! Dead before retired.’”

“Hey Chester. Something we’ve gotta talk about. Talking is the topic and that’s something you don’t do anymore. Hey Chester. I’m somebody you remember. Or maybe you don’t. Its been a long, long time. We sit and watch the clock go round.”

“And we never knew that we were old until today. When we remembered all the things we used to say. Now everyone we loved has died or gone away. So you should thank your lucky stars for imaginary friends there Mr. Chester.”

All alone. All alone. Chester.
The conversation and the company.
Chester. All alone. All alone. Chester.
In a one man chess game
Chester. All alone. All alone. Chester
The conversation and the company.
In the Shady Acres
Home

“Hey Chester. Suggdhdsalasdfkjnakjnalkjreiuhakcjvnlkdjfngslidfa;kjcnlakjndfkajsdfpqi348u-9avkmza;lskcma984q=0394fd0q8-09kc[aposck,ma’sekr 230981-98i0aids;vlkma
Some times I fell like I’m talking to myself”

Say…..
“I told you long ago
Old is a state of mind
Don’t ever let yourself grow so old that you don’t even speak to me”

“Check mate motherfucker.”

If you run now brother, for the open door, there ain’t no telling what you got in store.
Limp in the limbo, livin cadaver.
Runnin from the reaper for a fear of the after.

Just say the words you used to say, and say goodbye to life alone.
Sing along my longest friend, say goodbye to life alone

I’ll be the match in the middle of the tar pit
You be the rock and I’m ah’ let my head hit
White was the light when the black knight learned
When the time is right you gotta let the king burn

Who’s to blame when a man grows old? The man himself or the soul he sold?

(To the man in the black with a sigh)

The day I’m wakin up and breakin up, I’ll set myself on fire
And today you woke it up, I’m broken up, but I won’t be no liar
I’ll go any way my ash blows