Opus 51 Fugue Trilogy in A (Take Me to the Tree)
| Title | Opus 51 Fugue Trilogy in A (Take Me to the Tree) |
| Artist | Ween |
| Appears on | Axis: Bold as Boognish |
Lyrics[edit | edit source]
Yurtle Swimming[edit | edit source]
Time elapsing in the sounds
of etheral planes melting down
Life is but a jelly roll
come in one side and pay no toll
Happiness is once past lived,
it's all in the mind of a sunburst sieve
Yurtle swimming in his tank
with Erich Kessling’s account in the bank
Life is just a wiffy, you see, singing in the fugue trilogy
Quasonic fortress in the past all boiling down into gas
Beatlemania, God is dead Satan is one in my head
Radio stations spinning sounds upside down and all around
If you simply stop and see you will find Bon Jovi and me
Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
The Tree[edit | edit source]
Come with me and we will be free in an endless boaring cavity
I will love your mind to love me, we shall be a tree, yes, a tree
Come with me, to the end of the sea, to life and glee, in the tree...
Time will be the essence of God
in a three-star carrot fish fillet of cod
Boognish will make himself clear to me outside the window in a tree, yes a tree
Porno slut garbage, God is me
in the existential existence of my pee-pee
I fear not the steel and the bass
it's only my laminated love hating face
Bertha Gets the Mooshy-Mooshy[edit | edit source]
Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy
Love me, love me, love me, love me
Kill me, kill me, kill me, kill me
Bertha gets the mooshy-mooshy
The Kitty[edit | edit source]
The black cat yawns, opens her jaws,
stretches her legs, and shows her claws.
Then she gets up and stands on four
long stiff legs and yawns some more.
She shows her sharp teeth, she stretches her lip,
her slice of a tongue turns up at the tip.
Lifting herself on her delicate toes,
she arches her back as high as it goes.
She lets herself down with particular care,
and pads away with her tail in the air.
The Squirrel[edit | edit source]
Whisky frisky, hippity hop
Up he goes to the tree top
Whirly, twirly, round and round
Down he scampers to the ground
Furly, curly, what a tail
Tall as a feather, broad as a sail
Where's his supper
In the shell
Snappity, crackity, Out it fell
Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
The Departure[edit | edit source]
It’s very late...
It’s about, umm... very late... early in the morning...
Good morning, good morning... Yep...
The Mrs. Slack EP was pretty fuckin’ funny.