What, you can’t?
That is quite unwieldy as a band name. Can we shorten it to Brain Move?
He bag production
He got walrus gumboot
He got Ono sideboard
He one spinal cracker
He got feet down below his knees
Hold you in his armchair
You can feel his disease
I don’t want to feel his disease, if it’s all the same to you.
I was hoping I could generate some Zampire fear in this thread, but I guess everyone came away from the weekend rally feeling very mellow. However that is also the feeling people tend to get after having been fed upon by a zampire for the first time. So . . . make of that what you will.
Zampires, Ligers, and Pan flutes, oh my!
I think you meant Zamfirs–they’re like Zampires except they use straws. And when they’ve finished with your spinal fluid they play a Pan flute tune on the straws sticking out of your back.
I Can Feel My Spinal Fluid, with apologies to friend Inigo, and, oddly, Walt Whitman and Norman Spinrad.
I sing the body electric
And weigh the space 'twixt finger and thumbs
I can feel my spinal fluid,
My synapses all boom like bass drums
I’m the king of proprioception
My self can hold no secrets from me,
My right hand can’t lie to my left hand,
My thigh-bone weds hip to the knee
Just like Sting, deep inside my brain
I watch every breath that I take,
Not a cell is hidden from my gaze
Not an itch, not a pain, not an ache
I rule my body entire
My skin forms a border secure
I am proof against all invasion,
There’s no crack, there’s no chink, there’s no cure
I’m a whole, inviolate castle
No sound, no light comes in from without
But sometimes from inside my coma,
I uselessly try to get out.
I can feel my spinal fluid
And speak to every atom inside,
I just wish some person external
Would look and see how long I’ve cried.
I demand proof.
Either cite your spinal fluid, or let us open you up to see it.
We just want a little taste. We’ll only put our fangs part of the way in - we promise.
Indeed you are correct! For me, the first time ever, I think. 