We don’t need
Super duper Missiles 
We don’t need
firework displays

We don’t need
Super duper Missiles 
Sending us back to
The stone age

I heard the news today
Bout’ projectile equipment
That no one’s ever seen before
They say there’s no choice
We just have to do it

It's called the super duper 
missile oh yeah
Seventeen times faster
than even a cheetah
If you can believe it
Faster than anything before
It's so incredible
Faster than a cheetah!

But for the sake of those 
born just yesterday
I say we shouldn’t play 
with firework displays

Or it’ll all go away
I say it will all go away
All that Shakespeare and 
beauty and nature,
smart appliances
and dumb artifice
Will be nothing
But a big ol’
Bloody pile of shoyte!

All men and women created by go-, you know,
Come on man you know the thing

We shouldn’t fire all those super duper missiles
Instead join hands and let freedom ring

And for the sake of those born just yesterday
We can’t support the current thing

Instead let the cheetahs keep their record
As the fastest moving thing

Cause we don’t need those super duper missiles
Blowing us all to smithereens

I say nah
nah ne nah
nah ne nah

I say nah,
nah ne nah
nah ne nah

Oh I say
nah ne nah
nah ne nah

Super Duper Missiles, I Say Nah (Feat. The N'il Twistas w/ special guest Dave Bowee)

He went down to the crossroads
To  make a rotten kind a deal

And you know ol’ scratch is
Always lookin', always lookin' for a soul to steal

Seems learnin’ to play his guitar
Was takin’ far, far too long

So, he signed the dotted line
And got his hit song

But his voice sounded like a goat
Of the fine print, 
he should of made a note

Why not just practice?
Best way to get the job done

Why not just practice?
Hard work never hurt no one

They cheered and bought the record
Enchanted by the sound

But music should be for the soul
Not the other way around

And all that fame and fortune
Will burn up real fast

When it’s time to pay the price
And the devil owns your ass

Whoa-whoa-whoa-oh
whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

Why not just practice?
A good way to unwind

Why not just practice?
protect your soul’s behind

If you’re at the crossroads
Best to turn right round there and then

Cause the devil, he ain’t your friend
He’ll always screw you in the end

Why Not Just Practice? (Featuring Johnny, Willie and Keanu)

There’s Room on the Door, Rose

Member when you tried to jump, Rose
And I saved your life
You’d think you would slide over,
Or at least you would have tried

Sinking in slow motion 
Gives you cause to cry
At least you’ll have your flashbacks
Of when I was alive

There’s Room on the Door, Rose
But I’ll just let it slide
There’s Room on the Door, Rose
But it’s more romantic if I die

Member that time we was dancin’
With all them steerage folk
I knew it was beneath you
But you got drunk and had a smoke

In the back of that car, Rose,
We had an awful lotta fun
And that time we was sailin’
into the setting sun

I was king of the world
And you were my queen
Now you’ve got yer memories
And I’m turnin’ green

There’s Room on the Door, Rose
But I’ll just let it slide
There’s Room on the Door, Rose
But it’s more romantic if I die

I’ll be waitin’ in heaven
Still young and in my prime
And I’ll draw ya lots of portraits
Of your wrinkled ol’ behind

There's Room On The Door, Rose

Wake up, Neo!

The matrix has you,
it’s all around you

It owns everything
that you think you are

It feeds on your 
life force

Take the red pill 
then you’ll see

it’s all just a 
machine made dream

Flush the pod and
Flee the bots

You’re no longer a
Copper top

The nutrient slop
Doesn’t taste bad

When you realize
That you’ve been had

The matrix, it
Doesn’t own you
 
You are not its
slave

Once you know
the truth inside you

You are the one!

Who else could it be?
Whoa, I dunno!

You are the one!
Who, me?

Don the shades
and do cart wheels

Dodge the bullets,
They aren’t real

Remember there’s
No spoon at all

Just have faith, 
then you won’t fall

Now you’ve got those 
kung-fu tricks

Triple spin-kick
Agent Smith

And know that 
you will never fall

Cause true love,
it conquers all

It’s time to wake up now!

And know that you’re the one!

Wake up now, wale up!

I know jujitsu?
I know kung fu?
I stop bullets with my hand?
Was that the same cat?
My girlfriend wears leather pants?
I can fly like Superman?

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Wake Up, Neo!

The Future Looks Bright, My Friend!

We’ll all drive flying cars
And take trips to Mars
on a cock shaped rocket

The future looks bright, my friend
you can tell it is real
‘cause it looks so fake

And there will be no war at all,
When we’re all Borgs in the cloud

The future look bright, my friend
get what you want and then
Auto-Fac delivers

We can smoke all the meats
smother it in the sweet
Baby Rays, yeah

There will be no problems at all,
All the quantum models are solved

The future look bright, my friend
wear the goggles, then
enter the meta

And I was, am human
referring to myself 
in the past 

Just relax and float downstream,
We’ll take care of everything!

We promise!
See here!
Come join our

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-land!
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-land!
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-land!

The Future Looks Bright, My Friend!

Jump the Sharks, You Must!

So many sharks!
I’ll never jump them all

Up’s down and down is up
How many can I jump?
Don’t know the reason why,
I’m gonna have to fly

Round’s flat and flat is round
How many can I jump?
Don’t know the reason why,
I’m gonna have to fly

Jump the Sharks, 
You Must!
Do or do not
There is no try

Master Yoda, I….
I cannot fly!

Unreal is now the real
How many can I jump?
Don’t know the reason why,
I’m gonna have to fly!

Small’s big and big is small
How many can I jump?
Don’t know the reason why,
I’m gonna have to fly!

Size matters not. 
Judge me by my size, do you? 

And well you should not. 
For my ally is the Force. 

And a powerful ally it is. 
It surrounds us and binds us.

Energetic beings are we, 
not this solid matter. 

You must feel the Force around you; 
Here, there, and everywhere. 

Between you, me, the skis, 
the shark, have no fear. 

Yes. Even between yourself 
and the shark, the force is there.

There is nothing to be afraid 
of apart from fear itself!

So many sharks,
I just might jump them all!

Hard’s easy, easy’s hard
How many can I jump?
Don’t know the reason why,
I’m gonna have to fly

Fact’s fiction, fiction’s fact
How many can I jump?
Don’t know the reason why,
I’m gonna have to fly

When everything’s jumped the shark,
And you do not know which way to turn
Look to the truth that you find inside
And the sages who will surely guide
You’re free!

In the dark we are
A little knowledge
Can light the way!

Jump The Sharks, You Must! (Featuring Yodah & The Lounge Lizard)

Listen to David. k. A. Spencer's original instrumental -- Dear Davy Jones, here: https://soundcloud.com/david-spencer-543878720/dear-davy-jones

The King is Dead, Long Live Boxing!
(Based on a true story)

They found the king upon his throne
Bloated, dead, and all alone

He had called on Dr Nick, 
With his pill filled bag of tricks

Wasn’t peanut butter sandwiches 
did him in

Then I thought, hey man,
I’m just like him

life is just a haze 
always stoned 
in a daze
Cue lines blur 
in between
character and 
real life dream

I was just a London Boy, 
Took the pills, made me ill

Don’t want to be a square,
did the drugs, grew my hair

Never answered that phone, 
Kept on walking, wandered alone

Ziggy, it started clean, 
Then we tasted the American dream 

Can’t say it wasn’t fun, 
I’d gone away, I was numb

Nearly died a diamond dog, 
Hard to see through that fog

life is just a haze 
always stoned 
in a daze
Cue lines blur 
in between
character and 
real life dream
Was a shock 
to finally see
skeleton staring 
back at me

Found I need a drastic shift
Not the next synthetic fix

Time to put those pills away,
Cocaine’s for another day

Milk and peppers just won’t do,
When your 90 pounds of thin sinew

The thin white duke is going to die
Unless I give boxing a try!

Put down those pills, Bowie! 
pick up the gloves, Bowie!

Shadow box those
Demons away
 
Hit the bag and
Run the stairs, Bowie!

Raise your fists like Rocky, Bowie!

Yo, Adrian, I mean Bowie!

Let’s box!
Put down the pills and pick up the gloves

Put Up Your Dukes!

cosmic keanu

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