Aphex Kin
I - Cock/Ver10
You're no monarch.
You've got no crown, no
crowd. Eating popcorn on
the balcony, what a fool.
Bang the kettledrum, laugh.
Nothing king. Fucking your
nothing queen. What do you
know?
Nothing. Nothing, so much nothing,
so much everything. Dance,
jester, dance for the no one
king. Watch his spittle.
Crumpled mustache,
broken teeth.
Mind disconnected from the glottis,
how impertinent of a slug. Dogs
more royal than
stick figure.
Strike the chord, centrifuge,
Chaos of a thousand refugee
peasant lord priest deities.
Why do you even try, meager?
Realize your idiosyncrasies.
II - Avril 14th
Retreating into your toilet
room, have a sit, weary
frog. Legless frog, tongueless
frog, eyeless
frog,
poisonous piano, lazy dog.
You're off key.
You're doing it all wrong.
Where's your metronome?
Go home,
Practice some more,
Whore,
Where's your order? Rhythm?
Silence?
Meditation,
realization?
III - Mt. Saint Michel Mix+St. Michaels Mount
Ring
ring
ring
Donauointaohidao
pick uainsaohiai
theaoudhtiadouht
phooahninoiaiia
CHAORderly rabble from
the beginning. One end
tells you one thing, One
end another.
Rapid fire death sentence, slow
as a millenia of French house
fucking robots in the ballroom. What
the hell are you wearing? Baggy
pants over a smock? Call me
lunatic. Call me
crazy. Call me
decisive. Don't
ever give me a name.
Self-titled questions
about self-titled
answers, no end in audible range.
No sight for the seekers.
No destruction for my endless
wonderings.
What kind of a king...
Figure it out. Ask
your appointees
your delegates your
advisors your appointed
neuronal oh my god
ejaculations, or was that piss?
Ugh, that's repulsive.
Just pay the fine, Leave
the rest to the parliament.
(No good oil lickers.)
Throbbing head throbbing throbbing
(give me)
Head Throbbing THrobbing (give me)
Stop the head THRObbing, elicitation.
Comestible, all of you.
Option A, comestible. Option B,
comestible. Option 3, comestible.
8 choices, comestible.
Stickle me this, stickle me
this, stickle me
this,
that.
La la la there's a tree!
La la la don't bother me...
La la la no decisions. nope no nope
La la la no la la no la no no
NONE FOR ME. If you,
my friend, want an answer
Then,
Find another king.
You're no monarch.
You've got no crown, no
crowd. Eating popcorn on
the balcony, what a fool.
Bang the kettledrum, laugh.
Nothing king. Fucking your
nothing queen. What do you
know?
Nothing. Nothing, so much nothing,
so much everything. Dance,
jester, dance for the no one
king. Watch his spittle.
Crumpled mustache,
broken teeth.
Mind disconnected from the glottis,
how impertinent of a slug. Dogs
more royal than
stick figure.
Strike the chord, centrifuge,
Chaos of a thousand refugee
peasant lord priest deities.
Why do you even try, meager?
Realize your idiosyncrasies.
II - Avril 14th
Retreating into your toilet
room, have a sit, weary
frog. Legless frog, tongueless
frog, eyeless
frog,
poisonous piano, lazy dog.
You're off key.
You're doing it all wrong.
Where's your metronome?
Go home,
Practice some more,
Whore,
Where's your order? Rhythm?
Silence?
Meditation,
realization?
III - Mt. Saint Michel Mix+St. Michaels Mount
Ring
ring
ring
Donauointaohidao
pick uainsaohiai
theaoudhtiadouht
phooahninoiaiia
CHAORderly rabble from
the beginning. One end
tells you one thing, One
end another.
Rapid fire death sentence, slow
as a millenia of French house
fucking robots in the ballroom. What
the hell are you wearing? Baggy
pants over a smock? Call me
lunatic. Call me
crazy. Call me
decisive. Don't
ever give me a name.
Self-titled questions
about self-titled
answers, no end in audible range.
No sight for the seekers.
No destruction for my endless
wonderings.
What kind of a king...
Figure it out. Ask
your appointees
your delegates your
advisors your appointed
neuronal oh my god
ejaculations, or was that piss?
Ugh, that's repulsive.
Just pay the fine, Leave
the rest to the parliament.
(No good oil lickers.)
Throbbing head throbbing throbbing
(give me)
Head Throbbing THrobbing (give me)
Stop the head THRObbing, elicitation.
Comestible, all of you.
Option A, comestible. Option B,
comestible. Option 3, comestible.
8 choices, comestible.
Stickle me this, stickle me
this, stickle me
this,
that.
La la la there's a tree!
La la la don't bother me...
La la la no decisions. nope no nope
La la la no la la no la no no
NONE FOR ME. If you,
my friend, want an answer
Then,
Find another king.
