Telepathy Rounds

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Recorded, Mixed & Mastered by Wet Dentist 2004.

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released November 28, 2004

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Wet Dentist makes electro-based music in Bethlehem, PA USA. Free downloads (or pay what you want) of over a decade's worth of discography. Not for the feint of heart.

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Track Name: Pay You
Pay You

do both of you have your fine arts degrees
in camouflage and kamikazes?
Number A will hide behind
the torpid hedge like gasoline
for back up, I’ll give to you
these loaner razor blade cell phones

PAY YOU WITH FIRE


Number Z, between bugs and rocks
scrambled signals and bits and quarks
and here is some acid to slip in a drink
in case Cesar’s at the gallery
here’s something else
that’ll make him feel covered with feathers and tar

PAY YOU WITH FIRE

circumstances are dire
that’s why we conspire
wear casual attire
you’ll probably perspire
just act surprised
when it all transpires
we’re down to the wire
we’re down to the wire

so go ahead, blend in, there’s hors d’oeuvres and free drinks
there’s red wine and tequila kamikazes
but vasser ich verboten because of the benzene
when opportunity arises, don’t flinch
because if you gave him the chance, he’d assassinate your air
I swear, this will be convenient and easy
when we’re finished, Satan will be ice skating to work for minimum wage
through armor-piercing, I’ll incubate
between the center, which will not hold

let’s be pristine in our element
like hot springs or a cash machine
nobody knows anybody here
we don’t want the media on us like a fungus
but listen, I promise you
the perfect synthesis of function and style

PAY YOU WITH FIRE
Track Name: Zoo Zone
Zoo Zone

inner-zoo (don’t know what to do)
it’s like a flood while in an ark
two by two except it’s not
don’t know what to do
inner-zoo (don’t know what to do)
barely finite labyrinth of cages
all meet in a Victorian courtyard
with yucca plants and designer stones
it’s fair-game for flaunting of some sort of prowl
but it’s useless to growl

wild fowl natural
to the area are off limits
so I watch the tv
football blitz to get my kicks
in my inner zoo (don’t know what to do)
passive aggressive
I’ve said too much
animal crutch
turn on the lush
food for the young
future dung
toxic lung
down another rung
hides both the truth and the lies
while appearing wild

no refunds, no complaints, or no remittance, ever

if I severed the seven levers that keep my brain under wraps
I’d be the legendary character in someone’s dream
escaping this one to be a flash in that one

I’d be willing to pay someone for the surgery
to get the razor wire electric fence
out of my ambulance
and then I’ll turn the key
and speed to the vet
I’d be willing to bet
that the vet would have no ethical dilemma
about working on me
once I wake up from this dream
Track Name: EBC
EBC


a bomb could follow that and the ever
expanding television screen cities
pinpoint the exact site of its ten billion detonations

radiating heads mouthing
botox lips and teleprompted crypts
a fresh template of the new

cowboy archetype winding lassos
around priceless moments
bound to become history

and the blown apart buildings and blackened sidewalks
big tax breaks and downtown bourgeois lunches
screaming, live (the footage is gold)

how were they there already
filming from the hip as it all transpired?
“it’s beyond me”

“move away from the fire”
Track Name: Neocon Stomp Pt5
neocon stomp! stomp!
Track Name: Party People Pt2
Party People pt.2


My friends never returned any calls
they are all long-haired maggot-infested dope-smoking
idiotic human shields who seek nothing but pure power
perpetrating all of this:
people silenced and shut down
people facing bullets
[Fake cough] eyahh
thugs, dictators and the like
they’re all liberals, folks
you’ve gotta say things they agree with

Iraq: what’s that?
as we speak: what’s that?
bilge and drivel
[fake cough]
party people
party square

shove that down your lava lamp
sit on it and turn twice
oh yeah!

My friends: they are failures; they have failed
and don’t have meaningful jobs and
curtail robust debate
no way, it’s by design, it ain’t gonna happen
I don’t care what anybody says, God (havin’ a cow put in his mouth)
God, somehow disconnected: sockpuppet for the Clintons
God, (liberal, it’s exactly what he is)
intervening in the slaughter of millions
protesting achievement, protesting success
penalize that
it’s exactly what he is
if he had a brain at all
John Ashcroft, obviously having his mouth filled with American dynamism
probably doesn’t know God, animating him (John Ashcroft) as a sockpuppet,
is willing to be used, probably doesn’t know
what is the purpose of that
we laugh at these people
you kids don’t have a chance

join us
Track Name: John Wayne from Beyond the Grave
John Wayne From Beyond The Grave

is right there with you
God provides you with crucial instructions
each of your detractors will go straight to Hell
boy, won’t Lucifer’s hands be full?

you’re such a 6 shooter
you’re a real straight talker

those doomed liberals: ridiculous and secular
each sneer of theirs will equal a trillion
gazillion hot pokers where the sun still don’t shine
oftentimes, nowadays, when I see you behind the podium
confiding with me about the ways of the world

you’re such a 6 shooter
give me some of that straight talk, John Wayne

I pray to the God that confides with you
for an executive order
to slash the cost of my Ex-Lax
John Wayne

no one can stop you with such orders from on high
John Wayne
all this supersizing is making me irregular
Track Name: Party People Pt1
Party People pt.1


My friends never returned any calls
they are all long-haired maggot-infested dope-smoking
idiotic human shields who seek nothing but pure power
perpetrating all of this:
people silenced and shut down
people facing bullets
[Fake cough] eyahh
thugs, dictators and the like
they’re all liberals, folks
you’ve gotta say things they agree with

Iraq: what’s that?
as we speak: what’s that?
bilge and drivel
[fake cough]
party people
party square

shove that down your lava lamp
sit on it and turn twice
oh yeah!

My friends: they are failures; they have failed
and don’t have meaningful jobs and
curtail robust debate
no way, it’s by design, it ain’t gonna happen
I don’t care what anybody says, God (havin’ a cow put in his mouth)
God, somehow disconnected: sockpuppet for the Clintons
God, (liberal, it’s exactly what he is)
intervening in the slaughter of millions
protesting achievement, protesting success
penalize that
it’s exactly what he is
if he had a brain at all
John Ashcroft, obviously having his mouth filled with American dynamism
probably doesn’t know God, animating him (John Ashcroft) as a sockpuppet,
is willing to be used, probably doesn’t know
what is the purpose of that
we laugh at these people
you kids don’t have a chance

join us
Track Name: I'm Absurd Pt2
I’m Absurd pt.2

tired yet of planes and axes?
Number A? Number Z?
(microcosmic) submarine periscope down
blend in: turn the key

convenient and easy

your thought balloons are overpopulated by stink lines
your protons are poison

say it with me now
“I’d rather be a ping pong ball!”

camouflage kamikazes
wake up from this dream

I come to you with open arms
you are meine fantasy

eine minuten meine fraulein
after the game, I go to Wegman’s in meine Reebok
and buy 3 dollars worth of Snickers
I will save one just for you, my darling
you are meine fantasy
poison
Track Name: Industrial-Strength Adhesive Pt1
Industrial-Strength Adhesive pt.2

manikins make babies in a moonlit display
oh terra forma

I understand feelings: both of them
an unbroken span
the hidden hand advancing
(I come to you with open arms)

this rotisserie is great
hot girls in love

promise absolutely anything
as long as beside it
is an asterisk
leading me down to the bottom of the page
or of the screen
etceteras
McBain! Look out!
million dollar lubrication
done deal
hot girls in love
dwindling sectors of fragmented time
quit getting all Euclidean on me
encourage this hypothetical brain to make its synapses fire

semantic noise, harassed and tempted
stickier than industrial strength adhesive