Qubert Got it Right

Light on, switch off.
Light on, switch off.
Light on, light off.

Off the board like a pawn about to turn into a queen

All full up of what run off dribble sings falling
into gutters that ice ages cut
bouncing off my belly getting up out of the rut.
What ever you want, ever should you need,
don't call a fucking doctor
just call me.

Up the stairs, broken off, in the switches turning green.
I don't want to call it out but when you cum you sound mean.

Painting up the cracks of all the water damage
everything melting
with all we can't stand with.

Fall to the floor like a motherfucking boar,
breaking earth with tusks and making the new moss cuss,
like "shit
I just rolled out of bed and after six months frost
first thing I get to see is giving head?"

Muddy up them boots and loosen up laces.
Every scent on this Earth slapping us in the faces.
Cheeks and chins, tits and shins, hands gripping
everything within reach.

The scent of the season,
baby boy,
God don't but I will teach.

Light on, light off.
Gimme a call, light off.
Light off, light off.

Go Fish

I don't know, I fee the seasons.
Give me my tax returns
always on reason.

Waiting for August to turn on
after February is get the hell gon'

yeah.

Can you feel everything
beginning to thaw and

can you feel everything
beginning to paw and

yeah.

Girls in their tight suits.
Boys in their tight suits.

Glances out the window.
Peddle metal head out the window.

and

chin out like I'm lickin air
sweaty betty billy

chin out like I'm eatin air
dog out like I'm really

yeah

asking for a cherry stop light
one foot on the brake

can you get a ride like
only time to make right

yeah.

aye babe, you got a lighter.
aye babe, you need shades

aye dude you got something to drink
gonna run up for a minute

yeah.

can I brorrow you for a'blink
noon light goes green

can I borrow you for minit, ching?
If you're going to look don't look mean

yeah.

Everybody walks. Everybody talks.

yeah.

Lets go fish. River fish.

Yeah.

Allegheny moss.  Like a motherfucker boss.

Yeah!

Fuck the game.  Fuck the hoes.
Let's roll, let's roll, let's roll let's rolls!

yeah.

The Death Express

If there's one thing I have learned
from my extended family
is that death comes in many flavors;
to invite them is to invite disaster.

I know no one in Pittsburgh.
This is to say
that I know no one who I may know of
who may know someone in Pennsylvania.

Filler

Can I just let go for a minute?
Okay, here go:

Silence please.
Swear to godifihearonemotherfuckerwneazeimafalldowntomykneesandneedakleenextocleanuphowipleaze.  .....  ............... ......... ....gimme the beat gimme the beat gimme the beat ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh....yes hosssssss... yes hoesssss....... boomboomvoo

Let us cut you off there.