fabelandia

¡Monstro! I hitched my pail, then I set sail, and I went off searching for the belly of the beast. 
¡Colombo! Though all was lost, still I kept my one eyeball, a-crossed the sea and journeyed to the east. 

Having gone looking for the Love-Bug King-y, kingy 
King, he'll tell me what is the one thingy, thingy 
Thing he's wanting most for me to singy, singy, singy about... 
"Singy, singy, about...Singy, singy...Ah!" 

"Sing a song of bearded candy, 
Sing a song of bearded candy, 
Sing a song of bearded candy 
Sing a song, sing a song!" 

¡Allegro! "Sing me a song, a sing-a-long, one that is happy and is blissfully upbeat." 
¡Secuestro! "I'll keep you here until I hear just what I wanna hear, so why not take a seat?" 

Inducing visions of a siren slinking, slinking 
Slink inspires me not to do much thinking, sinking 
Think I'll have to bid the Love-Bug kingy, kingy, kingy, adieu... 
Singy, singy, I do...Singy, singy... 

I sing the song of bearded candy! 
Sing a song of bearded candy,	
Sing a song of bearded candy 
Sing a song, sing a song! 
Sing a song of bearded candy 
Sing a song of bearded candy,	
Sing a song of bearded candy 
Sing a song, sing a song! 
Sing a song, sing a song...

Words & Music by Jarl Sonkin

Sing-A-Song(Of Bearded Candy)

He row, row, rows his boat gently downstream so 
Slowly traveling easy, hands and knees, he'll 
Crawl upon the ground until he's found his 
Sole exemplary reason for being, but… 

Why waste life on thoughts of what one has not got? 
While space-time lines curve away from view… 
Who else to blame it on but you? 

No! Go cloud, no! Go now! 
Disappear, the sky will clear 
Up! Go-Cloud, go! Go now! 
Have no fear, we're go, Cloud 

He rose, to kiss the morning light beneath his 
Nose is growing freely, thru the ceiling 
Closer to the truth, but lacking proof he'll 
Blow his mind insane, alive in vain, but… 

What makes time the final word on all observed? 
We only taste life like it's a sample from a tray… 
Are we left with nothing more to say? 

No! Go cloud, no! Go now! 
Disappear, the sky will clear 
Up! Go-Cloud, go! Go now! 
Have no fear, we're skyward… 

He rose...away, way... 
Up...away, way... 
Rose rows away, way away, way 
Up, up, up and away, way, way away! 

No! Go cloud, no! Go now! 
Disappear, the sky will clear 
Up! Go-Cloud, go! Go now! 
Have no fear, we're go-cloud heroes! 
We're go-cloud heroes! We're go-cloud heroes! 
We're go-cloud heroes! We're go-cloud heroes! 
We're go-cloud heroes! We're go-cloud heroes! 

We're skyward heroes…

Words & Music by Jarl Sonkin

(Go-Cloud)Heroes

I read all about and felt entitled to shout, 
But, then The Man said, "Son, you'd better come along... 
Get with the times and if you follow the signs then, 
Line after line, you will feel fine, rhyme after rhyme gets stuck in your 
mind...Or, matter does it, to your brain, if there's no beat or no refrain?" 
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah...yeah yeah 

Yeah, it does to you, what it does to me 
So, what makes you think, you're superior being? 
Just the way you roll? Just do as you're sold 
Plug up all your holes by remote control! 

How does it go? "Ask me..." Well, how do you know? 
"Coz, I'm in the know, cousin. I write the show! 
Slip me some soul, and I will write you a poem, 
Or, maybe a note, or maybe I won't, 
Or maybe you know it, or maybe you don't–" 

Know? No-no, no, no-no, no, no-no, no, notice all this noise 
Come from the speaker, a way of life for we the people. 
Oh, wait am I not US eagle? Go away from a life lived with such sheep, 
I'll sleep less at night...but, I'll know this, notice, yes..! 

Patient and slow's the only way we can grow, 
And away we go, in a way we glow! 
Forget our crimes, it's to the summit we climbs. 
We're in nursery times, we are nursing in time. 
Will your nurse be on time, with your nursery thyme?

Words & Music by Jarl Sonkin

Los Nursery Thymes

¡Yo solo, yo solo, yo solo, yo solo! 

Shadowboxing while I walks me home–alone! 
Nananananananananananananana 
Pensando que soy el mas chingon, jodon, cabron, mamon 
Nananananananananananananana 
I was minding no one's business but my own 
Nananananananananananananana 

They tell me, "Say, niño...ó niña?" 
"Babyface! ¡Cara de niño, ven aca!" 
Yo digo, I say, "Yessir...¿que pas–*hiccup*–SAP?" 
Theyz repliesh, "My eyes have seen you...and you're fucked!" 

But, if you'd only let me be, you wouldn't see me at all! 
And if you could see what I could be, you wouldn't wanna see me fall! ¡No-no! 

If they just see you, then you're fucked! 
I tell you, amigo...better duck! 
Because, you just be you're shit-outta luck! 
You are S-O-L, solo! Low, low, low, low... 

You're so low, you're solo, yo solo, "Yo, Solo!" 

"Tell us who drew first blood? 
¿Quien fué el quien atacó?" 
Oh, n-n-no we dunno, no know, no-no... 
"Was it a fire in his gut? 
¿Le hirió el estómago?" 
O, si s-s-señor, it was so low, low, low, low a blow... 
"Oh, well then…" 

"…So long as grounds the excused has stood upon 
Was in his land and not your Madre's, Juan... 
¡Hijo! You don't look innocent, son! 
¡Obey la Ley, hood! O te van a hacer desaparecer, 
make you gone with the gun!"

Begone con un gun, you green alien! 
Call off your clones…Gringo, go home… 
Ol' Mikkky's farm, don't need no lawn. 
Order them a round, run them out of town on a 
Rail against the windmills, against the greenies, 
against the phantom's cry! 

Yes, even if you turn see-thru, they're just as blind. 
¡Te digo, mi friendo..it's a crime! 
But, you just gotta let 'em see, you've gotta shine, 
For all time, yes! Human-kindness, 
Porque eres un Sol! Oh! 

Your soul, oh! 
You solo! 
Your solo! 
¡Yo solo!

Words & Music by Jarl Sonkin

¡Yo, Solo!

This is the perfect age for me, 
I've got no when else I'd rather be. 
Not so long ago, I longed for so long ago... 
But, now I know now is the when to know. 

This is the time that I exist, 
I won't ever know all that I've missed. 
Way past pondering the past, or if I've passed on some passing fad... 
Coz, I'll still know all of the time I've had. 

Remembering everything I've done, 
Re–going over everywhere I've gone. 
Ever since forever and ever, when I was ever so very, very small... 
Yeah, sure, I can still recall it all. 

I'll remember how this is the perfect age, 
For growing older, without growing colder 
Progressive growth, recollection aged to perfection. 
Perfect the I, who's otherwise known as me 
I'll be what I'm supposed to be. 
Yes, this is the perfect age for me. 

This is the perfect age for we, 
We've got no when else we'd rather be. 
Not so long ago, we longed for so long ago... 
But, now we know now is the when to know!

Words & Music by Jarl Sonkin

The Perfect Age

Rain (The Beatles Cover)

Hark!

Courtesy of qoq, it’s a new holiday song for all to enjoy! And by all we mean everyone, including (but not only) this festive anthem’s namesake. Wish a Merry Christmas to that dastardly crotal hoarding villain in velvet himself, Jingle Bell Christopher!

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Jingle Bell X†opher

Every Saturday morning there’s a reason to feel fine,
Happily the Royal Assistants rush to read the new headline.
Well it seems there’s never a moment,
That’s allowed to be unwound.
It’s much easier to follow suit 
When there’s no one else around.
Wait now what’s that sound?

Hey hey it’s Opposite Milk Day
Hey hey it’s Opposite Milk Day

Standing guards above ground observing all the in between, Never understand what it means when liars laugh until they’re green.
Ostrich eggs and a noisemaker,
Can cure a restless mind.
Entertaining visitors long enough 
To pause and press rewind.
It’s all so unkind!

Hey hey it’s Opposite Milk Day
Hey hey it’s Opposite Milk Day

They will call up a marching band and tell them where to go
Plastered on their faces are postage stamps that stomp through sand and snow
Sirens signaling castaways to comb a distant isle
Overstocking shelves with their potions redesigned to make men smile
And all the meanwhile…

Hey hey it’s Opposite Milk Day
Hey hey it’s Opposite Milk Day

Words & Music by Jarl Sonkin

This track is from the album Noisemaker and is available for purchase on CD Baby here: http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/thequeues

Opposite-Milk Day

"Take a sip, because, it’s harder to sink a stone…
Bring three ships, because, I hear that’s how it’s going down…",
She licked my lips! She says I don’t want to be alone…

But…

“She is a weather vane, Hiding in the sand”
Awe, She is a Whether Baby, She don’t give a damn!

“Listen closely, or else I don’t think you’ll understand, no…",
“Change your clothes, dear.” I said, ”So, that's how you measure a man’s soul?”
She pinched my nose! She says I don’t wanna be no ghost…

But…

“She is a weather vain, Hiding in the sand"!
Ah, She is a Whether Baby, She don’t give a damn!

Ate that shit, because I wanted to be alone!
Changed my clothes, and still I feel like a goddamn ghost!
She holds me close! She says I don’t wannabe unknown…

And it’s hard, I know
To be un/It’s the un, unknown
But, you think that it’s/No I do not want, to go
But, It's hard, hard, hard, we know…

“She is a weather vein, Hiding in the sand”!
Nah! She is a Whether Baby, she don’t give a damn!

“She is a weather vane, Hiding in the sand"!
Naw, She‘s our own Whether Baby…She don’t give a damn…

Words & Music by Jarl Sonkin

This track is from the album Noisemaker and is available for purchase on CD Baby here: http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/thequeues

Whether Baby

Why can’t you…
Be what you’re supposed to be?
Be what you’re supposed to be?
Be what you’re supposed to be?

Three generals said, “This will make you look younger!”
 Six journals read, “They always say the right things!”
And I’m impressed by how well it’s going over,
With ancient text and a spool of kite string!

But, I can’t get no relief.
Coz, I don’t—I don’t believe…
That—

I killed my tongue, this morning,
I killed my tongue!
I killed my tongue, this morning,
I killed my tongue!

Why can’t you…
Be what you’re supposed to be?
Be what you’re supposed to be?
Be what you’re supposed to be?

Our mothers cry, “Who wants a video smoothie?”
 All others sigh… “Well, is it made of salad gold?”
And I’m in desperate, dire need of fine grooming,
Please be my guest, and prepare to get old.

But, I won’t get such relief.
Coz, you don’t—you don’t believe…
That—

I killed my tongue, this morning,
I killed my tongue!
I killed my tongue, this morning,
I killed my tongue!


—ongue!
—ongue!
—ongue!

"You make no sense! You're like a permanent computer!"
In my defense, present the digits that I've raised.
"Then, count us in! If only for the sake of humour!"
But, where to begin? The green has gone, while we have grazed.

But, I still get no relief,
Coz, I still just won’t believe…
That—

I killed my tongue, this morning,
I killed my tongue!
I killed my tongue, this morning,
I killed my tongue!

—ongue!
—ongue!
—ongue!

Words & Music by Jarl Sonkin

This track is from the album Noisemaker and is available for purchase on CD Baby here: http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/thequeues

I Killed My Tongue(This Morning)

Weather Baby

Stones, stones, stones from dinosaurus bones, 
They put this goat 
Inside my throat 

Clones, clones, clones of bitter left unknowns, 
They cloud my sea 
So viciously 

Home, home, home yet through the clouds still shone, 
Or shined, or shunned 
Whichever one

Whicheverwon 
That’s the one 
And whichever won 
That’s the one 
That’s the one 
That’s the one 
That’s the one 
That’s the… 

Moan, moan, moan, It’s all I can do b’sides zone, 
But I don’t care 
I’m self-aware 

Sown, sown, sown, tethered am I can’t roam, 
So I’m glad your face 
Breathes outer-space 

Snow, snow, snow, that was your favorite show, 
Or she, or shoe…
A pair or two? 

And a pair of ones 
That’s one-one 
And whichever won 
That’s the one 
That’s the one 
That’s the one 
That’s the one 
That’s the… 

Phone, phone, phone me, when you plan on going, 
Still glad your face 
Breathes outer-space 
I’m glad your face 
Breathes outer-space 
So glad your face 
Breathes outer-space

Jarl Q - THE queuessette - Side J

Whicheverwon

Soccer Puck

How Soon Is Now? (Smiths Cover)

Says the mime to the mirror, 
“Watch me, do as I say, 
Let’s go shopping tomorrow, 
It’s a new holiday” 
Buy a teddy-bear and give thanks to your ‘brer because 
Squanto’s alive! 
And the word on the street is, 
"…Squanto says, “Hi…" 

Squanto says, "Hello!" 
Squanto says, "Bonjour!" 
Squanto says, "Hola!" 

Says familial relation, 
To the secondary one, 
“Don’t you think little Jon-Jon, 
looks like Jesus’ son?” 
She had better pair her thanks with her prayers because 
Squanto’s alive! 
And the headliners are all reading, 
"…Squanto says, "Hi…” 

Squanto says, "Shalom" 
Squanto says, "Salaam" 
Squanto says, "Salamé" 
Squanto says… 

Says the boss to the servant, 
With a backhanded smirk, 
As he minces his marrow, 
“Have some leftover turk’” 
He had better share his spares with the Saharans because 
Squanto’s alive! 
And the birds are all a-tweetin', 
"…Squanto says, “OY! YO! WHAT'S UP?…” 

Squanto says, "Jambo!" 
Squanto says, "Ni-hao!" 
Squanto says, "Ciao, ciao!" 
Squanto says, "Konnichiwa!" 
Squanto says, "Zdorovo!" 
Squanto says, "Anh-yeong-ha-se-yo! 
Squanto says, "Mabuhay!" 
Squanto says, "Kia ora!" 
Squanto says, "Szia!" 
Squanto says, "Namaste!" 
Squanto says, "Aloha!" 
Squanto says…

Mixing and Mastering by Alex Goldman, GLWMBL recording company

Squanto Sez

I feel unkempt 
Don't want or need no cigarette 
We'll share one square, four corners 
This side-your side 
My side and theirs 
There's bound to be a point where we'll break even 
Even though I don't know where 
"I" is "my" friend 
Please pass more bread 
I've toasted most of what's good 
From the oven 
Of au naturale appeal 
Peel me a banana, Diana 
Dying to be your Al 
uh-lal, lal, lal, lal,lal, la,la,la, la, la, 
Call me Alvis 

It's not in his sock 
It's not in my pocket, ooh 
I just like the skunk 
So spare me your junkie, you 

Now, I feel up-tempo 
In a redirect 
We'll fry our insides to finally 
Have no gun 
Held to our heads 
Hetzl's bringing back a pretzel bag 
Bagged 'specially for the Queens 
I "bee" insect 
Give me credit 
I've tried to inscribe my thought-crimes 
Into a card 
That I thought you'd accept 
Except now I can't American Express it 
It's inexpressible 
Uh-waaal, uh-waaa waaa, waaa, waal, uh-waaa waaa, uh-waaa, waaa, waal, wall 
A wall, it's a wall, a wall 

It's not in my sock 
It's not in his pocket, ooh 
The plumber you plucked 
Won't lend me a bucket, eww 

I'm gonna steal your song 
I'm gonna steal your vote 
I'm gonna steal your goal 
I wanna steal your soul back

Words & Music by Jarl Sonkin

Soccer Puck(live)

(Theme From) BrandsMart USA

"I'd like to teach the world to sinq in prefect harmoney…"- Jarl Sonkin, quitarrista/sinqersonqwriter, President & CEO of qoq songs ltd.

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