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THEOPHAGUS is the name of the solo songwriting/recording project I began at around age 16. From 1992-2002 I recorded roughly 100 hours of material, most of it on my Yamaha MT8X 8-track cassette recorder.

This is the FIFTEENTH (!) in a series of archival collections. Every song has been redigitized, rebuilt, remixed, and remastered directly from the original cassettes.

Please note that while we at Optical Pies Recorders have made every effort possible to restore and improve fidelity, the quality in places may, at first listen, give the impression of sounding like festering dog shit. True or False? Send $1 to DOGSHIT OR FALSE, 4547 Brent Court Sacramento CA 95820

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released July 4, 2017

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Track Name: I Came From a Vagina
I CAME FROM A VAGINA [with Ryan Flatt]

I came from a vagina
pussypussypussypussypussypussypussy etc
Now back to the vagina!
Can I have your vagina?
I dried out her vagina and put it on my
WALLWALLWALLWALLWALLWALLWALL
Track Name: Jesuit
there's only twenty ways to explain it
all but one elude me for the moment:
"everyone is an enemy because everyone is me"
and if Jesus came back today he's sit down in a beanbag
and field the accusations with a frown
Track Name: Poets in Heat
what does it say about a guy
who's got nothing to do with his time
better
than to laugh at another's passions
what does it say about a girl
who gets nothing else in the world
better
than contaminated rations
ostentatious, indiscreet
so pretentious, incomplete
poets in heat
we will all get our chance
to dance our rings
around the things
found desired by the poets in heat
Track Name: Honeycoma
a town away there's an assemblage
for sons and daughters of the spawn
out of the car onto the lawn
came anonymous through the hedge
their mates remind me of a day
and of the Circle of Duekanka
I know that there's a sparkless Lanka
doing business somewhere in the USA
the doldrums always looked inviting
but Honeycoma's never winning
you say "what is just the beginning?"
but your sinning doesn't pay for concert lighting
El Bee for balladry is trite
but that don't stop the metal suckers
a peer group full of motherfuckers
kickin' paradox and givin' me the slight
"the wind blew cold and then blew colder",
attested by his dirty bitches
he needed five-and-thirty stitches
he was found face-down and senseless in the shoulder
I went to yellow twenty-three and paid to have my sickness purged
I was still sick when I emerged but anonymous returned surprisingly
and so the Ghost and I were ice, and for a moment I was torn
but my amigo Nattaporn gave the soft-sell that demanded double-price
and if the moral is not clear, just think that if you were involved
you'd still not have the riddle solved
so don't furrow nothin', go to sleep my dear.
the Ghost and Nattaporn live on
anonymous returned to spawn
Duekanka Circle--MIA
and Honeycoma's gone away
Track Name: Spinnbarkeit
PART I

Messy Tessy lovey dovey thrush song yeah
sweaty fuelin for the pinnacle
lubricator
"Pumping Ugly Muscle" by Thrush and the Cunts, yeah
...actually it was the Primative Calculators
Spinn / Pasty / Runny / Sticky / Lumpy / Clumpy
Buck and wingin, fuckin singin this song yeah
Get disgusted by the super-benzocaine invader

PART II

Righty tighty fucky lucky humpin dryer
PUMPIN' UGLY MUSCLE
Track Name: Grounded Spaceman Blue
they were there observing
his adolescence from the sky
and so it wasn’t all self-serving
grounded astronaut grounded
exploring land in lieu of space
and if a meteor was missing
then four more down below would take its place
a pounding sound profound resounded
and their tea party was held on a hill of beans
eventually you’ll understand what it means
(to be a pioneer on a new frontier)
and so the one who had ruled
led them over the bluff
he had the grounding planet fooled
grounded astronaut tough
Track Name: Fruitless
Your lie was boldfaced, my aggression misplaced
It sure was a pity and it sure was a waste
And you left this city 'cause the caffeine was shitty
And that foul fucking taste never left my mouth pretty
Get back into the bottle
Nobody loves a fighter
And if you do we'll get behind you
And help you pull the cork down tighter
Your this and your that
Chewing shit, shooting fat
The golden handshake and I'm handed my hat
My intentions at stake but your brain's easy-bake
To go where you're at's just a hard trip to take
Who would think I would miss you?
Either way - eighty north or ninety-nine south
Who would think I would miss you?
Anyway, I found the venom for me:
The god's honest truth from that god-awful mouth
Get back into the bedroom
Nobody fights a lover
And if you do I'll get up on you
And help you blow your only cover
Track Name: Alphabetonight
Arabic burns candles - did everything for God
His is just knives leaving my name "Ocean Pod"
Questionable reasoning stains the underground
Very wary xenophobe yelling "zounds!"
Another lengthy proposition holds another bruised ego tight
A-L-P-H-A-B-E-tonite
Track Name: Serpent Maiden
SERPENT MAIDEN [with Noah Nelson]

Serpent maiden
Serpent maiden
Legless maiden
Scaly maiden
Serpent maiden
Legless maiden
Serpent maiden
Legless serpent
Maiden maiden
Hold your staff high above all the dead
Serpent maiden
Serpent maiden
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon
Serpent maiden
Serpent maiden
Crazy lady
Serpent maiden

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