Here’s a professional wrestling-themed EP of songs I released a couple years back. Drake Younger uses Drake n’ Bake as his official entrance theme song to this day. I can be seen wearing an official Ribera Steakhouse jacket on the album cover. The album cover was inspired by Esham’s Boomin’ Words From Hell.
“Drake Younger is better than ever! I’m lean, I’m mean, I’m clean, I’m serene!“
Gettin’ fans riled, workin’ a strong style. People stand up and chant loud when he walks down the aisle. A hundred percent hybrid talent. Grapples on the mat, high flies, and does deathmatches.
Second time in TOD, exiled Brain Damage. Threw a hard fist to the chin. Drew a gallon of ooze from the forehead. A short thread of skin blows in the wind. It’s danglin’.
Feel ya spine smash in from the Drake’s Landin’, ya got both of your arms locked in. like David Lynch, an Eraserhead. All the huge cuts make you produce adrenaline.
Gaspin’ for oxygen, breathe it all in. Take a bump like Gage where the tubes are standin’. The shit’s insane when I’m parked at ringside. Drake met Damage again at TOD 9.
Many places. Many federations he’s appeared in. CZW and Absolute Intense Wrestlin’. The King of Naptown he has been crowned. From Philly to Japan, people stand in the crowd.
Every match tears it up with suplex variations. Pushin’ limitations every time you’re spectatin’. When he hit the scene, he was the Hybrid Sensation Powerslam through a table off of the apron.
Him and JC Bailey pulled off moves that were amazin’. Flapjack, or a Rolling Fireman’s Carry Slam. Even to this day, new gold he accumulates. Jr. Heavyweight, the latest title in his case.
INTERLUDE – DRAKE TALKING ABOUT JR. HEAVYWEIGHT MATCH
Drake and Sami Callihan had the stipulation two of three falls. A normal match was first. Second is a submission fall, and the third is an ultraviolent war between two warriors.
Drake was spillin’ blood on the canvas, man. If ya missed the competition, buy the stream fast. ‘Cause I promise this contest don’t lack. Snap belly to back, in a pile of tacks.
The first fall came fast. Drake rolled him up. Sami got pissed. Struck Drake with a hard-hitting plancha. Knocked him in a first row set. Didn’t look pretty. Later on, Drake’s blood flew freely.
Ring littered with debris and puddles of blood. He did it for his family and every single one of the fans worldwide that watched him in the ‘Dub or anywhere else he would professionally wrestle.
TOD 6. A tourney not to miss. Drake’s chest scarred with the evidence of this event. Hundreds of other incisions from many appearances in epic deathmatches.
Feel like a mess after the frog splash. You’re gonna wanna stretch when you make it to the back. Feel your spine jolt from the somersault senton. This time around you were quickly shut down.
DRAKE TALKING
02 – A LIGHT TUBE MAGNET [MATT TREMONT]
Move over! It’s the Bulldozer! To be the best, ya gotta stomp the rest in an ultraviolent rules match!
Toothpick bat embedded in the skull. Yeah, I saw that shit. Wrestled Havoc in Alabama. At the Carnage Cup. His first tourney. Round 1. He was part of Cult Fiction. Yeah, I had fun
watchin’ that epic plunge Matt took. When they brought it home, Matt solidified his spot. Looked like a million bucks.
Even though, one of his first ones. First what? Pro deathmatches. ‘Cause he began in the backyard. With friends and family. Set up an event, Massacre in May’s Landing!
Got the funding from a Dunkin’ Donuts paycheck. That proves he was destined. Even Zandig said to him at Cerebral, “Matt, I knew you’d make it.” This was his first main event. No less, against Brain Damage.
A bloody, violent contest is exactly what he wants. You’re a mess on the way home. Already see scars on your flesh. On your epidermis. You’ll invest in a hospital bed. He stomped you, now you’re the rest.
You became a statistic. Do you feel blessed? Or do you feel like you just finished a deathmatch? With one of the best in the business when it comes to my favorite genre of grapplin’.
That was Deathmatch, in case you’re wonderin’. Is it a sin to be enjoyin’ such a brutal test of will over good sense? They should put mats on the outside. Hate to see craniums collide with the floor,
like at 2012 Masters of Pain in the finals. You couldn’t see it on the film. But, I drove miles to be there, in a chair, and felt reverberations of Matt’s skull in my feet when he took the fall.
He hit hard on the outside. Sickening sound. Grotesque frequency heard all around the rink. Matt’s skull hit the ‘crete. It made him bleed. Not to mention, when
Matt dangled there at Tangled Web. Where were you when this took place?
I was watching live on a stream. IPPV. Wasn’t thrown properly off the scaffolding. His head hit the tables. He got mangled. The spot got botched. I felt bad for Tremont.
He’s a fuckin’ beast, man. Never layin’ on the mat for too long before he is right back at it. When he wrestled Abdullah, I was ecstatic. He’s a light tube magnet. Bit a tube, cut his damn lip.
A bloody, violent contest is exactly what he wants. You’re a mess on the way home. Already see scars on your flesh. On your epidermis. You’ll invest in a hospital bed. He stomped you, now you’re the rest.
You became a statistic. Do you feel blessed? Or do you feel like you just finished a deathmatch? With one of the best in the business when it comes to my favorite genre of grapplin’.
I know I’m right when I say the Bulldozer’s hype when he strikes through the curtain; walks down the entrance. Back in ’01, he was a fan. Sittin’ where I am. 10 years later, main evented with Damage.
I manage to gain inspiration from Matt, since being a wrestler was his main focus. South Side Wrecking Crew; tearin’ it up at The Arena. Drinkin’ up the brew by the liter.
In Seaside Heights, Matt Filled the Void. At Cage of Death, he fell for a long time. At Stricktly Nsane, he was among the top names. At the finals, Carnage Cup 7, took Danny’s place.
vs. NDC and Pinky. In ICW worked for Jack Sabbath. Wrestlin’ on Queens Boulevard. Worked Devon for the first time in May at Beyond.
Debuted at Prelude for the ‘Dub. Wrestled Sanchez at the Alhambra. Went from a fan to ridin’ in a van down to Cullman Alabam. Took a slam hard onto a shopping cart.
A bloody, violent contest is exactly what he wants. You’re a mess on the way home. Already see scars on your flesh. On your epidermis. You’ll invest in a hospital bed. He stomped you, now you’re the rest.
You became a statistic. Do you feel blessed? Or do you feel like you just finished a deathmatch? With one of the best in the business when it comes to my favorite genre of grapplin’.
A bloody, violent contest is exactly what he wants. You’re a mess on the way home. Already see scars on your flesh. On your epidermis. You’ll invest in a hospital bed. He stomped you, now you’re the rest.
You became a statistic. Do you feel blessed? Or do you feel like you just finished a deathmatch? With one of the best in the business when it comes to my favorite genre of grapplin’.
03 – DEATHMATCH
You and me in a deathmatch. In the locker room I put on my spandex pants. Tape my wrists. Tape my fists. Bet you ain’t ever seen nothin’ like this.
Will I use a cheese grater? The scars will remind ya of the match a few years later. Pool of gore on the gym floor. Blood flowin’ like a raging faucet pour.
More menacing than Brain Damage and Masada rolled up into one package. Two hundred light tubes, me and you. Guaranteed break a bone or two.
More than likely, we’ll both bleed in the first round of the tourney. You’re grabbin’ the spot where the glass stabbed in. You’ve had it. But we’ve just started the madness!
Barbed wire trampoline, what a great thing. Not meant for jumping, just for bumping. Take a suplex into the mess of barbed wire. Can’t wait for the next match!
How long will it last? You’re bleedin’ bad. Got a deep gash that’s pourin’ fast. No doctor in the house, on ya own when ya finally make it to the locker zone.
When we enter the Brink of Death we’ll become the kings of the crimson mask. When we enter the Brink of Death we’ll become the kings of the crimson mask. When we enter the Brink of Death we’ll become the kings of the crimson mask. When we leave I guarantee we’ll be bleeding on everything.
…Gotta love all the blood. Hell of a job for the one that scrubs up the mess and cleans it up. Still, we didn’t quite bleed enough!
Drop ya ass in a pit of thumbtacks. Glued to my fists is broken glass. Stuffed in my boot is a blade for a gash I’ll self inflict. I’m crazy like that!
In this match you will regret stepping two feet onto the mat. But the scaffold’s where the last bump takes place. So high, your knees begin to shake.
Circus net of barbed wire strung across the top rope, you better hope I throw you nice and evenly. Either way, you’ll be screaming.
When the barbs intrude ya flesh. Uncomfortable mesh, but it’s the best way to inflict pain. What a shame I can’t do this shit every day!
Climb the scaffold; you’re reeling when ya head hits the ceiling. See, these things are unforgiving. Not meant to be done to a human being.
When we enter the Brink of Death we’ll become the kings of the crimson mask. When we enter the Brink of Death we’ll become the kings of the crimson mask. When we enter the Brink of Death we’ll become the kings of the crimson mask. When we leave I guarantee we’ll be bleeding on everything.
Suplex from the top of the scaffold. We both hit flat, we both hit hard. Possibly internally bleeding. Reeling. Seething. Cooperating.
Never will ya see action like this on cable. Even though it’s a work, it’s the best sport on the planet. Every high spot, every single planned hit.
Much of it is improvised. Sometimes things go wrong. Watch your eyes. Even in the front row, you’ll get hit. On the ticket it says enter at your own risk.
Can’t believe the live violence. Later on at the diner meet other fans. Discuss our favorite moments. Only way to see it is drive a long distance.
Take a nine hour trip, or more. Yuki flew across the sea floor. Just to see CZ TOD. Gotta admit, that inspired me
to see deathmatch live while I can. Tomorrow ain’t guaranteed, man. One thing, however, I can promise is that I will never miss big
tournaments. I’ll be in attendance. The cost ain’t free, but it’s worth it indeed. Support feds that need funding on the indies.
Just don’t forget, you will get wrecked with these dangerous gimmicks. You will fail quick if you let the opponent play his mind tricks.
When we enter the Brink of Death we’ll become the kings of the crimson mask. When we enter the Brink of Death we’ll become the kings of the crimson mask. When we enter the Brink of Death we’ll become the kings of the crimson mask. When we leave I guarantee we’ll be bleeding on everything.
When we enter the Brink of Death we’ll become the kings of the crimson mask. When we enter the Brink of Death we’ll become the kings of the crimson mask. When we enter the Brink of Death we’ll become the kings of the crimson mask. When we leave I guarantee we’ll be bleeding on everything.
04 – WALKIN’ THE ROPES [FACADE]
Opponents burn and crash when Facade attacks. Puttin’ backs to mats. Leavin’ ’em flat. Starin’ up at the lights, their dream smashed. Opponents don’t last, ’cause he moves so fast.
Enemies meet their match when Facade hits a plancha like an acrobat. Opponents he is sure to dispatch. Facade attains victory and the others get the axe.
Walkin’ the ropes. Leapin’ post to post. Makin’ the most of every chance to turn opponents to toast. A neon ninja, traveling the world. Wearing bright tights under spot lights. He can grapple or fist fight.
Leapin’ to the outside. Damaging his enemy every single time. He is now in his prime. Facade’s rising to the top. The choice pick of the crop. Never forgot where he came from. Sportin’ dreadlocks.
Opponents burn and crash when Facade attacks. Puttin’ backs to mats. Uploadin’ a foot to your face, no data caps. His opponents don’t last, ’cause he moves so fast.
Enemies meet their match when Facade hits a plancha like an acrobat. Doin’ cardio, jumpin’ rope, runnin’ mad laps. Takes it to the max. I’m only statin’ facts.
Spin kickin’, back flippin, rope walkin’, dreadlockin’. When he’s wrestlin’, no exception, he’s the best inside the ring during competition. See him fly high during every exhibition.
The perfect synthesis of sweetness and bitterness. Peanut butter and honey. Chocolate and citrus. Climbin’ to the top rope and doin’ front flips. Exposin’ enemies as idiots and dimwits.
Opponents burn and crash when Facade attacks. Puttin’ backs to mats. Hits a flapjack, then the crowd cheers and claps. His opponents don’t last. Puts ’em in the past.
Enemies meet their match when Facade hits a plancha like an acrobat. If you try to kick his ass, better cover your tracks. ‘Cause when he finds ya’s when your back snaps in a torture rack.
Wearin’ a Gi when he comes to the ring. Inside the squared circle, he can do anything. It’s just like he’s in a videogame. Insane spectacle. He can take it to the air, brawl, or chain wrestle.
Entertained fans in Thailand, Russia, US, Singapore, Malaysia, Japan. Went to India and brought back a cat. Flew all over the map, now he will crash a phoenix splash.
Top notch skills during competition. See him fly high during every exhibition. Among the top names every time I pay admission so they let me in the front door to be a witness.
Ninjaguri. Leave your vision blurry. Maxin’ and relaxin’ through his epic journey. Hittin’ power moves. His submission skills send chills down the spines of those who know his hunger’s never fulfilled.
Opponents burn and crash when Facade attacks. Puttin’ backs to mats. Topé suicida. Jumpin’ through the rope gaps. Facade will storm through the ranks is the current forecast.
Enemies meet their match when Facade hits a plancha like an acrobat. Among his accolades? Belts, trophies, and plaques. Eatin’ opponents for snacks. They’re takin’ three second naps.
Opponents burn and crash when Facade attacks. Puttin’ backs to mats. His skills are sharper than tacks, his move list is stacked. His gameplan has no flaws, loopholes, or cracks.
Enemies meet their match when Facade hits a plancha like an acrobat. Flyin’ through the air like a madman. Jumps atop a group of opponents, leave ’em layin’ like dead rats.
“Drake Younger is better than ever! I’m lean, I’m mean, I’m clean, I’m serene!“
Gettin’ fans riled, workin’ a strong style. People stand up and chant loud when he walks down the aisle. A hundred percent hybrid talent. Grapples on the mat, high flies, and does deathmatches.
Second time in TOD, exiled Brain Damage. Threw a hard fist to the chin. Drew a gallon of ooze from the forehead. A short thread of skin blows in the wind. It’s danglin’.
Feel ya spine smash in from the Drake’s Landin’, ya got both of your arms locked in. like David Lynch, an Eraserhead. All the huge cuts make you produce adrenaline.
Gaspin’ for oxygen, breathe it all in. Take a bump like Gage where the tubes are standin’. The xxxx insane when I’m parked at ringside. Drake met Damage again at TOD 9.
Many places. Many federations he’s appeared in. CZW and Absolute Intense Wrestlin’. The King of Naptown he has been crowned. From Philly to Japan, people stand in the crowd.
Every match tears it up with suplex variations. Pushin’ limitations every time you’re spectatin’. When he hit the scene, he was the Hybrid Sensation Powerslam through a table off of the apron.
Him and JC Bailey pulled off moves that were amazin’. Flapjack, or a Rolling Fireman’s Carry Slam. Even to this day, new gold he accumulates. Jr. Heavyweight, the latest title in his case.
INTERLUDE – DRAKE TALKING ABOUT JR. HEAVYWEIGHT MATCH
Drake and Sami Callihan had the stipulation two of three falls. A normal match was first. Second is a submission fall, and the third is an ultraviolent war between two warriors.
Drake was spillin’ blood on the canvas, man. If ya missed the competition, buy the stream fast. ‘Cause I promise this contest don’t lack. Snap belly to back, in a pile of tacks.
The first fall came fast. Drake rolled him up. Sami got pissed. Struck Drake with a hard-hitting plancha. Knocked him in a first row set. Didn’t look pretty. Later on, Drake’s blood flew freely.
Ring littered with debris and puddles of blood. He did it for his family and every single one of the fans worldwide that watched him in the ‘Dub or anywhere else he would professionally wrestle.
TOD 6. A tourney not to miss. Drake’s chest scarred with the evidence of this event. Hundreds of other incisions from many appearances in epic deathmatches.
Feel like a mess after the frog splash. You’re gonna wanna stretch when you make it to the back. Feel your spine jolt from the somersault senton. This time around you were quickly shut down.
Tracklist: 1. Dab Land 2. Weed, Myself and High 3. Consume the Fume 4. 7:10 PM 5. Cleveland Grown
DAB LAND
Welcome to the dab land. Time to do a dab, man. Got a glass pencil dabber in your hand. Scoop a glob, grab a swab, do a damn good job.
Welcome to the dab land. Time to do a dab, man. Got a TI dabber in your hand. Scoop a glob, grab a swab, do a damn good job.
Ready to blaze? I’ve been ready for days. I’ve been feelin’ good, hittin’ all my parlays. So I got cash to buy hash. I dash to my rig after acquiring the product post-blast.
Got a Highly Educated TI dabber. I dissolve the glob, then feel real dapper. Much laughter emanates from the hash bar. When it comes to prohibition? Rock the casbah.
Scoop a mad wad. Dissolve the glob. I got your back, got a dabber on my key fob. Every time I see pot, I wanna squash those damn nugs to a rosin wad.
Heat up my nail to a real low temp. Do a half gram dab? Well, that’s no sweat. You bet I let my rigs bubble n’ chug. My joint fits real snug.
Got a spinner cap with some terp pearls. Distributes the heat, makes the air swirl. Every time I dab makes my hair curl. When I reach the pad, I ask “Where’s Errl?”
I say “Marco?” Errl says “Polo.” I will spark a massive bowl-o with a glob of wax on top. I consume lots of hash and pot.
I separate the wheat from the chaff. I trash bad weed and keep good grass. So grab yourself a new hat pin. Put a dabber in your hand, let’s start samplin’.
Welcome to the dab land. Time to do a dab, man. Got a glass pencil dabber in your hand. Scoop a glob, grab a swab, do a damn good job.
Welcome to the dab land. Time to do a dab, man. Got a TI dabber in your hand. Scoop a glob, grab a swab, do a damn good job.
WEED, MYSELF AND HIGH
Weed, myself and high. Blow smoke into the sky. Go big daily, use a glass screen to keep bong water nice.
It will stay clear as ice. Not blackened with the remnants of your vice. Like my fingertips. Like my hashy lips.
Like the bowl of the slide. Let it glide through the downstem. Pound them pipes like prohibition was denied. At that moment I will be alive! Blowin’ smoke into the sky with tears of joy. Yes, a happy cry.
I’m a sappy guy when you let your harvest dry and you find it within your soul to share with me and mine. I will give thanks. Probably sing an icaro. Give me more than a nickel, though, ’cause my demanding lungs can handle massive smoke.
Morning hit I choke, but after that, I’m ready to go. Take me to the pot zone. Load me up a hot toke. Take me to your leader, with him, I’ll converse, burn heaters. Princess Mary Jane, I meet her, then set fire to the speakers.
Bleed my wallet dry during weed, myself and high. Eat a pumpkin pie, let the seed grow towards the light. Reachin’ to the sky, hittin’ space at 50 Mi. Weed, myself and high. Weed, myself and high.
THC unlocks the ability of my body to produce chemicals that put me right where I need to be. It’s a useful key to unleash your particle suit’s mechanism to break life through a prism. Cut you to your core.
Explore things that seemed absurd before. Like the origin of consciousness and status of the sea floor. Blow your mind like C4. Outlook on life reformed. Make friends with the squirrel that lives outside under your tree fort.
Be more aware of the vibes you put out there. No need to reshare another’s thoughts. Your brain’s got good stuff in there. Scoop yourself a dabber, consume, now you feel dapper. Chillin’ at home with your pets, the cat in your lap purrs.
Take a couple samplers, souvenirs. Share with your peers. Have them tell you what they thought over a couple beers. Then you roll a screamer, smoke it live for all your streamers in an 8K array. Coughin’ through the speakers.
Bleed my wallet dry during weed, myself and high. Eat a pumpkin pie, let the seed grow towards the light. Reachin’ to the sky, hittin’ space at 50 Mi. Weed, myself and high. Weed, myself and high.
Eat more than a sumo guy during weed, myself and high. Unleash your third eye, let the seed grow towards the light. Reachin’ to the sky, hittin’ space at 50 Mi. Weed, myself and high. Weed, myself and high.
CONSUME THE FUME
I consume the fume. I consume the fume. I’m “Hashlips” Harry Hughes and I consume the fume. Put the smoke through the flume. Put the smoke through the flume. My name is Harry Hughes. I smoke then invent a tune.
Hi. I’m Harry Hughes. Nice to meet you! Time to greet the crew with an ounce or two. All for this session only. You better put your smokin’ shoes on, get your lung flow going.
Prepare for the air to get you impaired. But you’re gonna feel great, and forget your cares. One more hit, you’re there. It’s hip to be square, so put the drink down for now. There’s flower to share.
There’s sour gummy bears, a variety of THC. Open my eyes, wide selection in front of me. Like a kid at a candy vendor. Wanna try it all. What a splendor. Take my legal tender.
Consume the fume from a water bong. Zoom a catchy rhyme along, keep the flow stayin’ strong. Playin’ Pong so long my eyes have shot red. Cut the plants in my shed before they got dead.
I consume the fume. I consume the fume. I’m “Hashlips” Harry Hughes and I consume the fume. Put the smoke thru the flume. Put the smoke through the flume. My name is Harry Hughes, I smoke then invent a tune.
I consume the fume. I consume the fume. I’m “Hashlips” Harry Hughes and I consume the fume. Put the smoke thru the flume. Put the smoke through the flume. My name is Harry Hughes, I smoke then invent a tune.
Smokin’ a pre-roll banana cone. The terps blast me into the earth’s ozone. Flavorful taste is something I chase. Don’t let a molecule go to waste. I got 45 days on my day supply,
so I’ll be vapin’ like a painless guy. Feelin’ better than I have since 1999. Feelin’ great. I’m inspired, motivated, never tired. Got sativa focus. Hocus pocus to my pain and slowness.
Time to show the world that legal weed is not a joke. Time for pain relief for every gal and every bloke. Take a toke, taste the terps. Your taste buds burst and the pain in your nerves goes bye, bye, sir.
I’m “Hashlips” Harry Hughes, and it’s 7:10 PM. I will gather all my rigs, put vapor through all of them. I will scrape a piece of slab, hold the dabber in my hand.
Jolie Olie on the telly. Got some munchies in my belly. Ate a sandwich with ingredients I picked up from the deli. Got some fuego on the table, screamin’ loud, super smelly.
Now that the dab is on the dabber all I have to do is gather my timer and my torch, heat the nail, precision matters. Drop the dab on the nail when the timer clamors.
Enjoy the effect. Feel the hair on my neck rise. Vaporize prohibitionists despite their best tries. Things are gettin’ legal, tears of joy Harry Huges cries.
7:10 PM. 7:10 PM. I will gather all my rigs, put vapor through all of them. “Hashlips” Harry Hughes, gettin’ chewed, eatin’ food. Globbin’ up a giant dab of Gorilla Glue.
7:10 PM. 7:10 PM. I will gather all my rigs, put vapor through all of them. “Hashlips” Harry Hughes. Tasty rosin I consume, then for two hours I sit and stare at the moon.
I’m “Hashlips” Harry Hughes, and by now it’s 7:30. Need to grab myself some iso, ’cause my oil rig is dirty. On a balcony, next to a tree with some birdies.
PuffCo Peak Pro when I’m in a windy zone. Wind will blow out the torch, cool my nail, I just say no. I just use oil technology so vapor I can blow.
CustomGrow is a show. An internet video. An ongoing series that you watch while you smoke. Jolie surrounds himself with glassy-eyed folk.
Entertaining when Jolie dabs wearing colorful hats. When he laughs, there’s no question that he’s glad. When he heats it hot n’ hurty you know he will cough real bad.
7:10 PM. 7:10 PM. I will gather all my rigs, put vapor through all of them. “Hashlips” Harry Hughes, gettin’ chewed, eatin’ food. Globbin’ up a giant dab of Gorilla Glue.
7:10 PM. 7:10 PM. I will gather all my rigs, put vapor through all of them. “Hashlips” Harry Hughes. Tasty rosin I consume, then for three hours I clean my house and vacuum.
Open the jar. My smokin’s on par with the finest fire Jolie Olie smokes at the pot bar. When he heats the nail, yes he gives it a hot char and gets so damn high, forgets where his tater tots are.
I prefer a low temp, but we’ve all got our preferences. Stoney references throughout my record, kid. Sentences meshin’ in one another. Tar and featherin’. Usin’ oil for tar and bud for feather.
Heaven is this experience. I’m delirious in a pot shop. Wanna cop every drop of distillate. This will sit well with me. Blazin’ up hella tree. Knowin’ that the folks in society are smellin’ me.
Tellin’ Harry, “Man, you smell like you just blazed.” Yes, indeed, sir, I do this throughout the day. No matter what you say, no matter if Huffman complains. He can take his THC cap and wear it when it rains.
7:10 PM. 7:10 PM. I will gather all my rigs, put vapor through all of them. “Hashlips” Harry Hughes, gettin’ chewed, eatin’ food. Globbin’ up a giant dab of Gorilla Glue.
7:10 PM. 7:10 PM. I will gather all my rigs, put vapor through all of them. “Hashlips” Harry Hughes. Tasty rosin I consume, then for four hours I write songs in my living room.
CLEVELAND GROWN
These days, everybody’s got a few plants goin’. Growin’ potent marijuana, with wax their bowls they’re coatin’. Soakin’ flower with some golden hash. Burns for ’bout an hour. Our diesel is sour, tasty flavors we devour.
Gettin’ high in Ohio. I know…it’s built into the name. Ohio’s where we grow. Seeds we sow. Many elbows of smoke went directly through my throat. I passed the trial. I stayed a while for many, many tokes.
Harry Hughes spittin’ news just like Huey’s dudes. I’m not singin’ blues. This song celebrates hard work from crews of cannabinoid consumers fightin’ hard to change the laws all across the world. Including here in my very own backyard.
I’ll send you the menu, got blue dream and lemon ice. You are looking forward to when you smoke a pipe of somethin’ nice. Remember, underground markets brought us where we are today. So exchange some flower with your stoner neighbors. Hooray!
The reason that you feelin’ stoned is cause that flower’s Cleveland grown. Out of town folks be leavin’ home to buy loud hash and weed in zones. Remember weed laws in Toledo? Laissez-faire. Do-si-do. Never gave a damn about booze or blow. Heat waxy hash so ooze will flow.
Out of town folks be geeked and honed to spend mad cash on p’s and zones. Can’t blame ’em bro, my spirit glows. Harry Hughes rappin’ through the speakerphone to tell you about how our seeds explode into healthy bushes. No average Joe trees. These pot plants, they steal the show. Please grow, baby, grow, from here to Stow.
We plant clones, give ’em water, and hang stable lights. We do this in Parma, Euclid, Lakewood, Bedford, Maple Heights. Got good karma. Lucid take on life towards our new staple rights. Twelve plants per house, hundreds of thousands of grow sites!
57% of us said yes. Thrifty activists lent their time and efforts to the quest. They succeeded. Yes, we grew the best when there was zero tolerance, but now we advertise far and wide, ’cause we don’t need to stress.
We just focus on our nutrients. Yes, that’s what my duty is. After I grow this I’ll give you two and a half zips. A wonderful gift that will uplift, give you a kick. Sativa when I need a breatha. CBN to sleep real quick.
When I am homesick I reminisce about the strains I would smoke with all my stoner buddies way back in the day. We had Lemon G, GDP, Death Star and some Strawberry. All grown long before December 7th, 2023.
The reason that you feelin’ stoned is cause that flower’s Cleveland grown. Out of town folks be leavin’ home to buy loud hash and weed in zones. Remember weed laws in Toledo? Laissez-faire. Do-si-do. Never gave a damn about booze or blow. Heat waxy hash so ooze will flow.
Out of town folks be geeked and honed to spend mad cash on p’s and zones. Can’t blame ’em bro, my spirit glows. Harry Hughes rappin’ through the speakerphone to tell you about how our seeds explode into healthy bushes. No average Joe trees. These pot plants, they steal the show. Please grow, baby, grow, from here to Stow.
Grow, baby, grow, from here to Stow. Grow, baby, grow, from here to Stow.
Grow, baby, grow, from here to Stow. Grow, baby, grow, from here to Stow.
Grow, baby, grow, from here to Stow. Grow, baby, grow, from here to Stow.
Grow, baby, grow, from here to Stow. Grow, baby, grow, from here to Stow.
Unused Cleveland Grow lyrics:
from Cincinnati to Bedford and Maple Heights. Out in the farmlands and rural towns, they’re still gettin’ down.
In 2021 I recorded and released an acoustic album called Stories from a Spirit Donning a Particle Suit. I play guitar and bass as well as provide vocals for all of the tracks. The cat on the album cover is named Sabrina.
Lookin’ at a tree from a distance. Walkin’ close. Noticin’ all the details I was missin’ while far away. Bugs n’ cracks n’ gradients. Take the time to think that our planet is like this.
Zoomed out from a Voyager point of view, we’re a tiny little dot. Pale blue as a hue. But zoom in, our planet’s bustlin’, hustlin’ with activity. Much too small to see across the galaxy. But if you ask me, we need to view our lives from this perspective.
Livin’ my life. Love is so sweet. Livin’ my life to my own beat. Not gettin’ in fights, that stuff is silly. Livin’ my life. I’m blessed, it’s a treat.
Not at the happy hour, man, I’m hangin’ out with flowers. Sittin’ underneath the stars, feelin’ the power of the fact I’m a facet of the universe. My experience is valid, yet the truth still hurts about all the pain and suffering in the world.
Can I raise someone’s spirit singin’ about squirrels? Can I gift you the knowledge of your potential? With a little effort and imagination, you can sell forty thousand copies of your book. You can tell forty thousand people “Look deep inside your soul. Don’t get shook.”
Livin’ my life. Love is so sweet. Livin’ my life to my own beat. Not gettin’ in fights, that stuff is silly. Livin’ my life. I’m blessed, it’s a treat.
Takin’ the time to think about other’s lives. Doin’ good deeds, bringin’ tears to their eyes, ’cause why would I do anything but spread light? Why would I get upset and start a fight? That sounds like a terrible night. Sounds like a path I won’t walk, ’cause I’d rather shine bright.
We are all brothers and sisters. No matter how many blisters we have from confrontation. We have all weathered the storms and the twisters. Now it’s time to recognize the world as one nation.
Every living being. Every tree. Every swimmer in the sea. Every monkey. Every single body. Take the time to give thanks, wear a smile. Create joy, spread it ’round a thousand miles. I write songs, paint rocks, read many books. I don’t have time for negative outlooks.
Livin’ my life. Love is so sweet. Livin’ my life to my own beat. Not gettin’ in fights, that stuff is silly. Livin’ my life. I’m blessed, it’s a treat.
Takin’ the time to think about other’s lives. Doin’ good deeds, bringin’ tears to their eyes. Livin’ my life. Love is so sweet. Livin’ my life to my own beat.
Writin’ some rhymes to improve other’s lives. Lendin’ a hand, that’s how we stop war and strife.
BOOKS
All the books on this shelf, there’s a wide variety of them. German for Beginners. Elementary Grammar.
You’re a Better Person Than You Think. We got the Pearls From Many Seas. Have The Dell Crossword Dictionary. Practical Art of Aromatherapy.
Reader’s Digest Action Guide. Keys for Writers, with tips inside, how to write a paper if ya have to do so. Got a yearbook and a copy of the Bible.
Best of Health, and a book called Trees. Told you there’s a variety. I haven’t even mentioned, on the floor is a collection of old vinyl records.
All the books on this shelf, there isn’t room for anything else. No more space. So much paper. It weighs a lot, the shelf is a lifesaver.
Tom Sawyer by Marcus Twain. You and You by David Tay. Transformation is an Inside Job. George McLaird’s got the key and the fob.
Reader’s Digest Action Guide. Keys for Writers, with tips inside, how to write a paper if ya have to do so. Got a yearbook and a copy of the Bible.
Best of Health, and a book called Trees. Told you there’s a variety. I haven’t even mentioned, on the floor is a collection of old vinyl records.
I like to read. It makes me sing. It takes me to the places I’d rather be.
Not here. Not at my work chair. Nowhere I don’t care to put myself. I love these books up on my shelf.
No Kindle. ‘Cause their batteries dwindle. And they track what you read, what you see, when you eat, when you pee. Paper and sunlight’s the thing for me.
Graphic novels and picture books. Magazines in my reading nook. Thoughts written down on a Post-It note. I’ll read if I’m rich, ’cause I read while I’m broke.
All the books, they’re stacked so tall. There isn’t time to read them all. I gotta pick and choose the ones I’ll peruse. So much interesting news
about the body and the human mind. About conciousness, war, space and time. Transformation is an Inside Job. George McLaird’s got the key and the fob.
Reader’s Digest Action Guide. Keys for Writers, with tips inside, how to write a paper if ya have to do so. Got a yearbook and a copy of the Bible.
Best of Health, and a book called Trees. Told you there’s a variety. I haven’t even mentioned, on the floor is a collection of old vinyl records.
WATER IS MAGIC
No, sir, I can’t deny when rain falls from the sky I know it’s rough, ’cause the outdoor stuff you planned must wait to dry. Oh my!
But I enjoy the sound when rain falls to the ground. Rain cools the heat and the humidity that puts me down for the count.
It gives the grass and the squirrels and the trees a little something to drink. It gives me time to clear my mind, relax, read a book and think.
Just sink in the couch or the bed. Get a few pages read. Do a bunch of laundry, vacuum the carpet. Take a much needed few minutes to rest and enjoy and appreciate the water droplets.
I know it’s absurd when rain throws you a curve. But think about how absurd it would be if we went without water!
Your guess, as good as mine, where water came from in the sky. How did the earth’s supply arrive? A comet on a fly by? Search your mind’s eye, wise guy.
Gives the grass and the squirrels and the trees a little something to drink. It gives me time to clear my mind, relax, read a book and think.
Just sink in the couch or the bed. Get a few pages read. Do a bunch of laundry, vacuum the carpet. Take a much needed few minutes to rest and enjoy and appreciate the water droplets.
Now we’re running out of clean water as we enter a drought. It’s sad. I know. I love H2O. I love clean water and how it makes things grow.
Can’t let it happen, can’t let it go. Can’t let water become as rare as gold. For some, it already is. This of this during your next sip. Water is magic. Think of this. Think of this. Water is magic.
Ideas start from individuals. Never forget that fact. But, alone, you can’t achieve your goals. You’ll need a helping hand.
After you’ve revised and revisited you’ll need to get on track. Share ideas with those who will listen. Accept nothing less than that.
A billion crumbs equal one bowl. Alone, just one’s only a morsel. A billion crumbs equal one bowl. Gather ’em up, see what unfolds.
Ideas start from individuals. Never forget that fact. But, alone, you can’t achieve your goals. You’ll need a helping hand.
After you’ve revised and revisited you’ll need to get on track. Share ideas with those who will listen. Accept nothing less than that.
A billion crumbs equal one bowl. Alone, just one’s only a morsel. A billion crumbs equal one bowl. Gather ’em up, see what unfolds.
The one electron theory steers me to conclude that I’m a spirit who dons a particle suit. The one electron theory steers me to conclude that I’m a spirit who dons a particle suit.
A billion crumbs equal one bowl. Alone, just one’s only a morsel. A billion crumbs equal one bowl. Gather ’em up, see what unfolds.
ALL I’M DOIN’ IS BEIN’ A HUMAN
I’m just bein’ a human. I’m just bein’ a human. All I’m doin’ is bein’ a human. I’m just bein’ a human. I’m just bein’ a human. All I’m doin’ is bein’ a human.
I’m just doing what I do so I can pay the rent. I do these things ’till I’m exhausted and the day is spent. I’m an official adult. Congratulations! I’m dictated by paying bills and wages.
I’m taxed when I earn and I’m taxed when I spend. It is taxing on my psyche and my subconcious. It’s a constantly repeating, endless process. At times I’m super stressed, feel a pain in my chest.
Feel an ache in my head. Feel emotions of dread when I wake up in the morning with the bleak knowledge I’ll accomplish nothing today creative. I’ll sit at my desk ’till my body is achin’.
I’ll take a break and get right back at it. Earnin’ human credits is a terrible habit. Wanna hop n’ jump like a silly rabbit. Gotta reach for the brass ring, grab it. Nab it.
I’m bein’ a human. I’m just bein’ a human. All I’m doin’ is bein’ a human. I’m just bein’ a human. I’m just bein’ a human. All I’m doin’ is bein’ a human.
I get paid, the money flys away. I gotta live to make money another day. I gotta spend wisely, or feel the pain. Not fun when the bank account wanes and drains.
Need to learn a trade to get higher pay. Need a way to breeze through the things I hate. Avoid fading away, my mind molds like clay. Quick learner, written in my DNA.
From Santa Fe all the way to Uruguay people gotta work in order to earn pay. I’m thankful for the things I have, I say. But, the need for more is a game I play.
If I was a squirrel, I wouldn’t spend a cent. I wouldn’t have a bank card, I wouldn’t pay no rent. I would eat food, sleep, climb, rinse, repeat. Sounds real sweet. Like a real damn treat.
I’m just bein’ a human. I’m just bein’ a human. All I’m doin’ is bein’ a human. I’m just bein’ a human. I’m just bein’ a human. All I’m doin’ is bein’ a human.
FRIENDS
How does my frame of mind combine with your frame of mind? How does my frame of mind combine with your outlook on life? How does my frame of mind align with what you think’s wrong and right? How does my frame of mind combine with your frame of mind?
If you’re similar types and we think alike, on the same wavelength, not losin’ sight of your goals. No matter young or old. Not interested in fittin’ the mold.
Than we would make good friends. Hopefully, we don’t live a long distance so we can hang out often. Remember those DVDs you borrowed? “Yeah, I brought them.”
How does my frame of mind combine with your frame of mind? How does my frame of mind combine with your outlook on life? How does my frame of mind align with what you think’s wrong and right? How does my frame of mind combine with your frame of mind?
If you like fun stuff and have had enough of dishonesty, filler, and fluff, than we may agree on a thing or three. Go hiking with my brother and me.
Have a good time, not spend a dime. Meet someone new, make a friend for life. When it happens, you’ll know it’s right. No need to rush. Let it arrive.
How does my frame of mind combine with your frame of mind? How does my frame of mind combine with your outlook on life? How does my frame of mind align with what you think’s wrong and right? How does my frame of mind combine with your frame of mind?
Don’t be someone else other than yourself. If you act, you’ll fail. So break the status quo spell.
Don’t be someone else other than yourself. If you act, you lie. This is what I’ve learned in life.
How does my frame of mind combine with your frame of mind? How does my frame of mind combine with your outlook on life? How does my frame of mind align with what you think’s wrong and right? How does my frame of mind combine with your frame of mind?
I LOVE DAD
I appreciate what my dad does for me and my family. He works so hard for us three. Doing all he can to keep us keep us safe and happy every day. I gotta say, it’s indeed my favorite thing.
He grew up on High Road. Hit a high note when he finished college. ‘Cause he took so many notes, and he took so many classes, and he worked extremely hard. And it led him on a path that I’m proud to be a part of.
Thank you for making me a winner. Thank you for making me so many dinners. Thank you for making me the person I am today. I gotta say, I love Dad.
Every single day when I came home from work and I was in a bad mood, I feel like such a jerk. No way in the world did my dad deserve to be treated like that. Because I remember
the time when he took me to the Indians game. Basketball at Cleveland State. And the time when it rained empty bottles in the stands when we saw the Browns play Jacksonville. He took me to piano lessons every day.
Thank you for making me a winner. Thank you for making me so many dinners. Thank you for making me the person I am today. I gotta say, I love Dad.
I think of him, I’m not sad. He’ll always be my comrade. Best parent I could have ever had. My parents, Cherie and Brad.
My brother Kenny, I’m so glad my family is the one I have. I write it down on my notepad. I love dad.
JESSE JUSEK
Jesse Jusek is a graphic designer from Cleveland, Ohio. He used to run a website called GraphicDensity.com. I met him while working as a copywriter in Cleveland.
Jesse Jusek. Density in graphics. If you need a designer, he’s the best. Turned the whole Sportwing thing into a dream. Throwin’ out ideas like a boss at meetings.
Takin’ no shit. His designs are legit. Showed me how to Photoshop WheelTrim. He is nothin’ but nice. Chock full of realness. Family man. Smiles when he mentions Felix.
Inspiring; true graphic density. Never find another quite like Jesse. Taught me ’bout Lane’s, T-Rex and ENG. In a conversation, he’s always funny.
Super concerned about the task at hand. Don’t accept nothin’ ‘less it’s hundred percent. Yeah, he’s a good dad. I sure am glad that we crossed paths. I applaud and clap.
Brings to the party web design. If you need to update your old site. Bathe your eyes in 300 DPI. Print or digital, he don’t mind.
He can illustrate with pencil lines. You can view his portfolio online. If he can make Sportwing look alright, I guarantee he can make anything look fine.
Inspiring; true graphic density. Never find another quite like Jesse. Taught me ’bout Lane’s, T-Rex and ENG. In a conversation, he’s always funny.
Super concerned about the task at hand. Don’t accept nothin’ ‘less it’s hundred percent. Yeah, he’s a good dad. I sure am glad that we crossed paths. I applaud and clap.
SAG ORIGINALS
SAG Originals used to be a clothing alterations company in Medina, Ohio.
SAG Originals. Custom clothes and alterations. They’ll get you the perfect dress for the homecoming dance! Your appearance and confidence will be enhanced.
SAG Originals. Business wear that’s professional; refined. They design dresses and pants. Gather all necessary info in advance.
If you need your pants hemmed don’t hesitate to call them. They tailor suits and dresses. Equestrian apparel. Custom made dancewear.
SAG Originals. Sewing the materials into a jacket or a pair of pants. Into a costume complete with a mask.
SAG Originals. Reinvigorate your wardrobe. They’ll cater to your every need, you can call them. 330-564-3757. (No longer active)
If you need a zipper fixed don’t even worry ’bout it. Bring it to ’em broken. Walk away with it in working condition.
INSPIRATION OVERDRIVE
Love doesn’t always have to suck. It doesn’t have to be left to luck. If you show your love, you’ll be surprised.
Originating from your mind. Energy that can’t be denied. Inspiration overdrive.
Love doesn’t have to suck. Love doesn’t have to suck. Love doesn’t have to suck. Even if you know nothing but.
We’ve all been there so many times. And we’ve all had to go through motions to find our capabilities in life.
Originating from your mind. Energy that can’t be denied. Inspiration overdrive.
Love doesn’t have to suck. Love doesn’t have to suck. Love doesn’t have to suck. Even if you know nothing but.
Love doesn’t have to suck. Love doesn’t have to suck. Love doesn’t have to suck. Even if you…
Ya gave it a shot. Ya got what ya got. Things changed quite a bit since you tied the knot. You loved it a lot. Your stomach in a knot. But your hopes were shot, your heart left to rot.
Realize that it really don’t mean squat other than an opportunity to see what you’re not. And what you could be if you lived freely. According to what you see. Just take it from me. According to your decree. Foresee perpetually.
Now that you know this, I’m sure you’ll no longer be a misinterpretor. Bright things are already in your future.
Originating from your mind. Energy that can’t be denied. Inspiration overdrive.
Love doesn’t have to suck. Love doesn’t have to suck. Love doesn’t have to suck. Even if you know nothing but.
Love doesn’t have to suck. Love doesn’t have to suck. Love doesn’t have to suck. Even if you know nothing but. Even if you know nothing but.
ICE CREAM CAT
Ice Cream Cat. I wanna give him a lick, but I don’t want to kill it. His name is Ice Cream Cat. His body is the ice cream cake. What will I think when I’m awake?
Ice Cream Cat. I wanna give him a lick, but I don’t want to kill it. His name is Ice Cream Cat. Part of the ice cream cake. A bite I want to take.
I’m riding in the back of a van beside the Ice Cream Cat. I pet him with my hand. His body is so delicate. I wanna give him a lick but I don’t want to kill it.
I love him inherently. Although he’s part of a cake, he does not scare me. The colors, yellow, white and pink. This happened in a dream. Some wild stuff I think of
when I doze off in a bed with a pillow. His head and body are white. But his chin is yellow. His body is protruding from the ice cream cake. Somehow, he’s part of it. He’s alive, feeling great.
He looks me in the eye and meows. We are on Brandywine Road. The van moves forward now. I swear this is not a game. It was very real to me. Yes, indeed, his name is
Ice Cream Cat. I wanna give him a lick, but I don’t want to kill it. His name is Ice Cream Cat. His body is the ice cream cake. What will I think when I’m awake?
Ice Cream Cat. I wanna give him a lick, but I don’t want to kill it. His name is Ice Cream Cat. Part of the ice cream cake. A bite I want to take.
What a beautiful creature. When he opens his mouth, you hear him squeak and purr. I’ve never seen an anomaly quite like him. He is a cat with an ice cream body.
His eyes contain love inside. It all makes sense while in the van I ride. It doesn’t seem ridiculous. Never before has anything made so much sense.
If we hit a bump, make sure to check on the cat. He is ice cream and he is delicate. I think it is a metaphor. The things you love in life must always be cared for.
I’m riding in the back of a van next to the Ice Cream Cat. This dream I understand. His spirit I will never forget. His aura filled with love, his body, delicate.
Ice Cream Cat. I wanna give him a lick, but I don’t want to kill it. His name is Ice Cream Cat. His body is the ice cream cake. What will I think when I’m awake?
Ice Cream Cat. I wanna give him a lick, but I don’t want to kill it. His name is Ice Cream Cat. Part of the ice cream cake. A bite I want to take.
No, I’m not intimidated. There’s no confusion in my head. Look at all the memories he has created apparently. I love him inherently. He is the Ice Cream Cat. He is the Ice Cream Cat.
His name is Ice Cream Cat. I wanna give him a lick, but I don’t want to kill it. His name is Ice Cream Cat. His body is the ice cream cake. What will I think when I’m awake?
Ice Cream Cat. I wanna give him a lick, but I don’t want to kill it. His name is Ice Cream Cat. Part of the ice cream cake. A lesson from him I take.
I DON’T HAVE ANY ANSWERS (BUT I HAVE A LOT OF QUESTIONS)
I don’t have any answers, but I have a lot of questions. I have no reply to the things you just mentioned. Come to me for information, boy, I thought you learned your lesson. I don’t have any answers, but I have a lot of questions.
I don’t have any money, but have lots of expenditures. My credit card has melted, you can’t even read the numbers. What has brought me to this point? I need to really wonder. The digits on the screen affect the size of my net worth.
I don’t have any doubt about the goals that I’m achievin’. I guarantee you’ll fail the moment that you stop believin’. The things you thought you’d never see are the things you’re seein’. Never underestimate the motivation in your spirit.
OCTOBER
It is October. It is time for it to get cold out. I don’t like the cold. I don’t like to drive in the snow. I’d rather stay inside and watch a show.
But, I can’t. I gotta do what it takes to get my name out there. Can’t put on the brakes just because the conditions outside ain’t great. Now’s the chance, move at a steady rate.
Never wait for opportunities to rise. Create situations in your life that attract what you need. Won’t take long to see necessities come with positivity. Necessities come with positivity.
Today I watched the wind take leaves off of the trees. It’s time for the green to start it’s vacationing. See you in the spring.
Now it’s time. I gotta do what it takes to get my name out there. Can’t put on the brakes just because the conditions outside ain’t great. Now’s the chance, move at a steady rate.
Never wait for opportunities to rise. Create situations in your life that attract what you need. Won’t take long to see necessities come with positivity. Necessities come with positivity.
If you aren’t sure, remember it’s October. Time for leaves to change. Snow will be here any day. Engage in winter games.
TURKEY DAY
Hey! Hey! It’s Turkey Day. Time to dig in, time to fill up your plate. Loud at the table, lots of noise is made. I’m proud to say, it’s Turkey Day!
Hey! Hey! It’s Turkey Day. Time to dig in, time to fill up your plate. Friends and relatives will conversate. I appreciate Turkey Day!
I’m feelin’ fine, it’s time to dine. Grab a plate, chills run down my spine. The food is out, we form a line. Which one do I want to try? All.
Carrots, corn and mashed potatoes. Giblet gravy in tornadoes. Green beans, bacon, dinner rolls. Pumpkin pie and applesauce.
Grits and casserole. A lot of the food’s unpassable. Eat ’till I’m not hungry, then on the couch, I could sleep for a week.
Fourth down play, turn on the game. If my team loses, I’m filled with shame. But if they win, I’m celebratin’. High fives for all my kin.
Hey! Hey! It’s Turkey Day. Time to dig in, time to fill up your plate. Loud at the table, lots of noise is made. I’m proud to say, it’s Turkey Day!
Hey! Hey! It’s Turkey Day. Time to dig in, time to fill up your plate. Friends and relatives will conversate. I appreciate Turkey Day!
I’m feelin’ full, I got the day off work. Time for a nap under the covers. Time for snow, time to let go of anger. It’s the holidays, you know!
The family’s together, let’s play charades and watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. Every single year, I just can’t wait for Thanksgiving. My favorite holiday!
Thinkin’ back to the pilgrims and natives sharin’ their maize and steamed potatoes. Turkey with stuffing and apple pie. Give thanks to the food on the table, then dive in.
Survivin’ off leftovers for a week. Every time I eat, I go to sleep. Dream about the next Thanksgiving. This is why I sing the following:
Hey! Hey! It’s Turkey Day. Time to dig in, time to fill up your plate. Loud at the table, lots of noise is made. I’m proud to say, it’s Turkey Day!
Hey! Hey! It’s Turkey Day. Time to dig in, time to fill up your plate. Friends and relatives will conversate. I appreciate Turkey Day!
Hey! Hey! It’s Turkey Day. Time to dig in, time to fill up your plate. Loud at the table, lots of noise is made. I’m proud to say, it’s Turkey Day!
Hey! Hey! It’s Turkey Day. Time to dig in, time to fill up your plate. Friends and relatives will conversate. I appreciate Turkey Day!
PLEASE CALL MISNY
This was a tune I wrote for a Peabody’s Tim Misny songwriting contest back in 2013.
HRTs. HRTs. If you were prescribed these, please call Misny.
Work injuries. Work injuries. If you’ve experienced these, please call Misny. If you’ve experienced these, please call Misny.
Social Security. Social Security. If you’re denied SSD, please call Misny.
Birth injuries. Birth injuries. In many cases you can prevent Erb’s Palsey. Takes this seriously. He’ll help your family.
Make ’em pay, Misny, make ’em pay. They say make ’em pay, Misny, make ’em pay. They say make ’em pay, Misny, make ’em pay. Fights for injured victims every day. They say make ’em pay, Misny, make ’em pay. They say make ’em pay, Misny, make ’em pay. They say make ’em pay, Misny, make ’em pay. On a negligent trucker crusade. They say make ’em pay, Misny, make ’em pay. They say make ’em pay, Misny, make ’em pay. They say make ’em pay, Misny, make ’em pay. Chanted his name during the Cavs game. They say make ’em pay, Misny, make ’em pay. They say make ’em pay, Misny, make ’em pay. They say make ’em pay, Misny, make ’em pay. Umbrella coverage helps to compensate.
A few years ago I released several songs under the name Vimana with producer AmoralPhat40oz.
Dreamin’ is a song I wrote about all the strange adventures we embark upon while we sleep. I wanted the song to sound and feel like a dream in the sense that it can quickly and unexpectedly switch scenes or moods with no explanation.
Lyrics: Particle Don Music Production and Mixing: AmoralPhat40oz
I’m dreamin’. I’m DMTin’. I’ve left the earthly plane of existence. Now I’m in the clouds, laughin’ real, real, loud, but no one is bothered by my sound.
I drown out external stimuli. Don’t need no light to see with my eyes. My brain will override anything that don’t have to do with this dream.
Now, the scene just changed, and I’m in a maze, and I’m with my brother and Krypol Haze, wearin’ Starter jackets, Tampa Devil Rays, and they can’t hear what I’m tryin’ to say,
because ’round the corner, not far away is a framing saw hanging from the wall, and it stands so tall, it’s incredible, and now all three of us roll bowling balls
down a real long hall, and I take a draw, and I make what I saw in my daytime slog a personal movie tailored right to me. Sunny or gloomy? I’m the one choosing.
I’m a lucid kid, never growin’ up. Never puttin’ up with dumb stuff. Chillin’ with buds when I’m in a dream state. Extreme great state. Never wanna wake, never wanna clock in at 8.
Never wanna leave. Never wanna stop this dream. Never wanna truly know where I’m going. Just wanna keep floating. Spacin’ out, zoning. Now my next dream scene is mind blowing.
Here we all are. Hangin’ out with GWAR. Got my best friends and family at the dab bar. Many people I only now remember from school and work, we gather all together.
Now we’re dispersed in a building with hallways. Reminds me of my middle school days. Walkin’ from room to room. A common dream theme. Wandering. Now we’re all at the Gathering.
Outside. Everything’s gettin’ live! You got people on this side screamin’ to the sky. People over there not givin’ a care. I swear I often travel here.
And it seems so clear. Like I’m lookin’ in a mirror. Showin me myself from a perspective near and dear to my higher mind. “Sub” conscious. More like “Above” consciousness into bliss.
Into a state where I stare into my soul. Gotta stay mindful, during this time while I’m in this dream. I’m smiling! I’m piling memories into my mind sea!
Now my brother and I get up and fly. We just shoot to the sky and cruise for miles. Don’t matter where we go. We control our speed (velocity), loops n’ rolls, and rotation.
A strange location has caught our eye as we fly by, so we swoop down at the drop of a dime, at the very same time. Surprised to find
an ultimate wrestling tournament. Danny Havoc greets us. Leads us to our seats, just when Tyler Becker, Robert Trail, and Robert Stoneware show up outta nowhere.
Next scene. In my PJs at work. How did I get here? Sittin’ in a shirt with a stain and a tear. Haven’t combed my hair. My boss sees me, starts screaming.
This dream tells me I’m afraid of pissin’ my boss off every single day while I slave to make wage coin chunks. I’d rather behave like raged oi punks
who do their thing. Don’t care ’bout critics. Now I’m in a gallery, wax exhibits of moments in my life. Flyin’ a kite. Takin’ a bite of somethin’ cooked real nice.
I walk the hall, get emotional, I see scenes from times I wanna recall in a VR sim. Like the dream I’m in. Drinking with kin. Jack, beer, and gin.
Drink a toddy with grandma. Smoke a pipe of somethin’ nice with grandpa. Play a game of golf with my other grandpa, and my other grandma, gotta hand it to ya,
’cause you are so nice. And you fight with might. Lived on a barn where cats ate mice. Now I’m on a beach with Andy and Mike. Playin’ Fresh Baked tunes, cookin’ steaks just right.
Record dreams? In HD? Is this something we can achieve? Capture them in 360°. Put a headset on; experiencing
your personal movie from your last nap. Saved on the workbook in your lap. Saved as an MP4 file. Will it happen soon? Will it take a while?
Will it happen at all? Maybe it won’t. Maybe it will, it would be a thrill. Maybe we think we need it, when we get it, we don’t. Maybe we do, it could help me and you.
The very best thing is to have a dream. The very best thing is to have a dream. The very best thing is to have a dream. The very best thing is to have a dream.
The very best thing is to have a dream. A personal 3D movie. Will it be groovy or moody? One time, I saw Judge Judy tell a man he had to prove he
didn’t eat a bowl of Tutti Frutti ice cream. What a nice dream. Minutes later, I saw mice sing. Might cling to these memories like lice on protein. But I think I might just scream.
It’s a nightmare. Time for a scare. Like the witch from Blair, lurkin’ ’round any place. Anywhere. Any time demons singin’ when I’m dreamin’ is a time I wanna wake up and leave
n’ secede from sin, but I’m now trapped. In a nightmare, and there’s no turnin’ back. Satan makin’ a wise crack. While I drip tears in my lap. In a seat I’m strapped,
and I’m in a giant vat of Nickelodeon GAK, gettin’ lowered down quick. Damn scared, that’s a fact, but I change my mind frame, and my surroundings have no choice but react accordingly.
Now I’m super happy, according to me, and all I had to do was see the possibility. Set it spinning. Light energy overwhelms me. Desire to leave fear compels me to
change my scene in this complex dream just by thinking ’bout happy things. Just by ending my misery, my mind is clear. My soul is clean.
My heart is full of inspiring things that’ll carry me during my waking hours. Giving me powers that few take the time to tap into.
I’m gonna do it, dude! Sick of stress. Sick of work gettin’ the best of my efforts. Makes my head hurt. Sgt. Pepper would never accept this. Put on the record. Learn life lessons.
Don’t do me like a Blue Meanie. Brian Heffron in a yellow submarine with some ooo-weee and a wrestling DVD. Spinnin’ in circles, puttin’ frames on a screen.
Explaining parasailing while salivating over somethin’ in the oven baking. Making sense when slowed down and studied. Like wrestling buddies.
Cardona will fill you in with a YouTube video. Mark Sterlin’ and Myers. They are hires on my dream card. Takes place in Tommy’s backyard.
EOW (Extreme Outdoor Wrestling). Fling my buddy through wooden boards and cardboard boxes. Pound ring posts into the grass. String hose ropes up, have a match.
Interference from the IFB (Incredible Frog Boy) caused this match to have a schmoz ending. Yes, funny. Yes, fun. Got a CD of music for the entrance.
Is it wake time? Please, no. Gotta hold on to every last mo… ment. Wake’s imminent. Dream time, me time, plug me in.
Is it wake time? Please, no. Gotta hold on to every last mo… ment. Wake’s imminent. Dream time, me time, plug me in.
Is it wake time? Please, no. Gotta hold on to every last mo… ment. Wake’s imminent. Dream time, me time, plug me in.
UNUSED LYRICS AND IDEAS
to a state WHERE i STARE into my soul Gotta stay mindful, during this time while I’m in this dream. I’m smiling! I’m
piling memories into my mind, see?
strap a saddle on your dream horse, run a fast haul.
not rememberin’ where you went
Where should I be going?
Now we’re all outside. At the Gathering
when I’m under the covers.
great hallucination
list of loud things #10 – FRAMING SAW (82 dBA) … #9 – BACKHOE (85 dBA) … #8 – BELT SANDER (90 dBA) … #7 – FORKLIFT (93dBA) … #6 – NAIL GUN (97 dBA) … #5 – CONCRETE SAW, ELECTRIC GRINDER (98 dBA) … #4 – BULLDOZER (100 dBA) … #3 – JACKHAMMER (102 dBA)
like those received from my ears and eyes.
…I can’t wait to hallucinate. All the psychedelics that I need are in my brain. All I gotta do is lay at the end of the day in my bed, pull the covers up to my face.
The very best thing is to have a dream. A perso nal 3D movie. – Will it be groovy or moody? Will you see your buddy Stewie or your aunt Susie? Will you plant a bush or a tall tube tree?
Will you get lucid and start controlLING the dream? Thomas Browne in the 17th centu- ry wrote about it in the Religio Medici
Now the scene changed, ridin’ a bike – during the night throught a pit of spikes. I say yikes, my body fills with fright. ….Feels so real, that I just might start talkin’ in my sleep. Wish I was back to countin’ sheep. Not a peep from my mouth, but my mind’s all-out func- tioning like an awakened scene.
it just might as well be real as hell on wheels
Now I’m no longer here where I gotta pay rent or deal with Earthly existence.
Now I’m in the clouds, screamin’ real, real, loud. No one is bothered by my sound. But I drown out the last remaining traces of Earthly existence during these moments.
In 2022, AmoralPhat40oz linked me up with a rock band called Ask An Adult. The resulting track became known as Feedback Loop, a song about maintaining a positive outlook on life no matter what your obstacle may be.
Music: Ask An Adult Lyrics: Particle Don Audio Mixing and Artwork: AmoralPhat40oz
Imagine. A savage. Sleepin’ in the dirt, eatin’ nothin’ but grass shreds. Roughshod, untamed. Takin’ mass meds to quell disembodied voices in his head.
This is the man in the next apartment. Don’t need a reason, he’ll just fight and start shit. This is the man rootin’ through your garbage. Lookin’ for a disk or a Genesis cartridge to pawn at the Record Exchange. This is a man with a lot goin’ on in his brain. Goin’ on a monologue like Sami Zayn.
Standin’ near a barrel with a flame. Warmin up his cold hands, tryin’ to burn away the pain. A lifetime of battlin’ against the grain. Just to make what amounts to nothing more than shake.
Nothing more than a stray crumb on his plate. Many years, clocked in at 9 and left at 8. But tonight he will eat dinner alone.
Gotta give it to the ones that gave it all they had, just to get swept under the rug, just like that. It would truly be sad, checkered like plaid. It would truly be sad, checkered like plaid.
Take the time to give back some way to those that sacrificed their days. Gave what could have been for what we were given. Thankful for every moment that I’m livin.
Grateful for my family and friends. Without them, life would be borin’. I’m explorin’ every possibility I see worthy, because the things I perceive are
manifested by my thoughts and actions. Gainin’ traction with every new connection. Every new idea. Tassels flyin’ in the wind like Rocky Maivia.
Think, therefore I am. Got a plan, man. Change my world with every thought and action. Don’t get caught in a feedback loop of negative thoughts and derogative tunes.
Never get caught in a feedback loop of negative thoughts. There is more to you.
Brainstorm things you would never pay for. Picture those that every day wanted more of the things you could never imagine. People out there do things that you couldn’t fathom.
That’s why you gotta focus on ways you can blaze new trails, give well-due praise to those that raised us, no matter the dangers. Love rangers make positive changes at
any opportunity. Focus on unity. Enjoy impunity and active immunity from poison thoughts that prevent progress.
Draw from experience with style and finesse. Play chess with your demons, make their cheeks blush red. Yes, we just said drop the pain and stress, just breathe deep in the two lungs in your chest.
Take a step back, give it another hack. Think about what went wrong the first pass. This time, you will succeed at last. And if you don’t, you’ll know you gave it your best
You’ll know that you gave a damn. Threw it down and slammed what you had on your notepad. Every transaction. Put your thoughts in action.
Take the time to give back some way to those that sacrificed their days. Gave what could have been for what we were given. Thankful for every moment that I’m livin’.
Grateful for my family and friends. Without them, life would be borin’. I’m explorin’ every possibility I see worthy, because the things I perceive are
manifested by my thoughts and actions. Gainin’ traction with every new connection. Every new idea. Tassels flyin’ in the wind like Rocky Maivia.
Think, therefore I am. Got a plan, man. Change my world with every thought and action. Don’t get caught in a feedback loop of negative thoughts and derogative tunes.
Never get caught in a feedback loop of negative thoughts. There is more to you.
Never get caught in a feedback loop of negative thoughts. There is more to you. Go explore the zoo known as the earth. Our planet is worth more than the dearth it’s given.
Now it’s up to us to take back power. Move the needle of progress. Vote with your wallet! Vote with your wallet! Never support those who habitually transgress.
In Akron you’ll find a bowling alley called Station300, formerly known as Stonehedge. In addition to countless bowling lanes they have an equal number of modern and classic pinball machines available to play.
Station300 Bowling in Akron, Ohio (Image from Google Maps)
My brother Kenny and I have been visiting the place for years to play pinball. Not only do they always have a wide selection of machines but they have deals where you’ll get three games for two dollars. Not many other places do that in an era where the average price of a pinball game is one dollar per player.
There is a huge selection of pinball machines at Station300. (Image from Google Maps)
While grippin’ the flippers at Station300 (I still want to call it Stonehedge) you never know who you’ll meet or what they’ll say. We once met some guy with his wife, I think his name was Adam. He was really good at pinball, I couldn’t believe how easy he made it seem to get a ridiculous score. He told us we needed to check out this place called Vaporosity in Sharon, Pennsylvania near the Ohio border.
Vaporosity sells nicotine vape juice and accessories along with a wide array of used Blu-Ray disks, DVDs and video games. They also house a massive gallery of pinball machines. When we finally found the time to do so, my brother Kenny and I made the trek out to Vaporosity to see what it was all about.
We decided that on the way there we would stop at a record store near Youngstown called Fat Hippy Records.
The shop is owned by music enthusiast Zac Younkins from Brookfield, Ohio. At Fat Hippy you’ll find a huge selection of vinyl records, cassettes, CDs and novelties, the likes of which are rarely seen these days. Available genres include rock, pop, punk, ska, metal, doom, desert, sludge, jazz, funk, soul, hip-hop, rap, R&B, comedy, spoken, reggae, dancehall, world, traditional, folk, country and others.
Walking into Fat Hippy Records and talking to Zac was like linking back up with an old friend. I had never met the guy before, but we seemed to connect on a number of levels. We talked about movies, our music collecting hobbies, Pyle cassette decks and the upcoming Kool Keith concert at the Westside Bowl.
Zac told me about his Bandcamp fundraising project called the Fat Hippy Records Anniversary Compilation. It’s a yearly release featuring all-new tracks from artists like Kool Keith, Illogic, MC Homeless, Jazzy Lion Man and many others. All proceeds generated from the compilation’s sales are donated to the National Endowment for the Arts to keep art education in schools.
I thumbed through records for nearly an hour. I felt like I had made several scratches upon the surface, but there were hours left of digging to do in order to get through it all. I zipped on over to my favorite section, the stoner/doom metal records.
Stoner/doom metal records have the coolest album covers. This one is for Distorted Folklore by the band Orbiter.Heavy Trip’s Liquid Planet is a newly-released Canadian stoner rock record.
I have seen several great shows at Youngstown’s Westside Bowl, including Daikaiju, Miesha and the Spanks, Conan and most recently Bongzilla. On the vinyl rack sat Bongzilla’s newest album, Dab City. I hadn’t heard it yet, so I grabbed it and took it to the register.
On the way to the checkout counter I stopped at the hair metal cassette section. It had been too long since I’d taken a chance on a band that I’ve never heard before. Would the gamble pay off? Standing near the front of the display was the 1990 debut release from Nelson.
The three dollar risk ended up paying off tremendously. The cassette was excellent! Unearthing unique gems like this is the reason why I love the genre of rare hair. I even contacted my buddy Hair Metal Matt to ask if he’d ever heard the album. He was more than familiar with it and expressed his appreciation for the fact I owned the release on cassette!
During the checkout process, Zac was enthusiastic about the fact he uses hand-stamped paper bags when selling vinyl records. He told a story of visiting trendy shops in SoHo neighborhoods and witnessing them hand-stamping their takeout bags. He then told me he’d give out free Bill’s Bud Blog and “Hashlips” Harry Hughes stickers to customers!
Here’s the Fat Hippy Records hand-stamped paper bag.
My brother and I enjoyed our stay at Fat Hippy Records but it was time to drive a few minutes across the PA border to play some pinball.
Vaporosity in Sharon, PA (Image from Google Maps)
We walked into Vaporosity to a laid-back, calm atmosphere. The two employees were off in the corner watching a DVD movie, intensely discussing current plot points and their various storyline implications. I got the vibe that the guys who work here smoke vapes and watch movies all day, pulling from the thousands of used discs sitting on the shelves.
The pinball tables were located in a large room to the left of the vape shop. Most of the machines were turned off until you asked an employee to flip it on for you. All of the tables were operated on coin drop, there were no silly scan cards or loyalty programs to deal with.
Here are several of the machines you’ll get to play at Vaporosity. (Image from Google Maps)
One nice aspect of Vaporosity’s gallery is that they house some hard-to-find releases. We played a few of the lesser-seen tables such as Earthshaker, Houdini and Jim Henson’s Labyrinth featuring David Bowie.
Another thing I found unique about Vaporosity is the fact that vaping is allowed while playing pinball. At most arcades you have to sneak outdoors or into some sort of a broom closet to rip your portable vaporizer, but not at Vaporosity. They also have a bunch of rare vinyl and music memorabilia on display, including a unique collection of every physical release Lana Del Ray has ever produced.
On the way out we expressed our gratitude to the staff for their hospitality. We bought a used copy of Mortal Kombat 11 for Nintendo Switch, hopped in the car and headed home. Later on I ended up buying a Pyle cassette deck like Zac had recommended. I used it to listen to the Nelson tape! All had come full circle.
ALL SNARE DRUM SOUNDS SAMPLED MYSELF FROM REAL PINBALL FLIPPERS
Grippin’ the flippers. Man, I’m hittin’ the kickers. Achievin’ the high score while colored strobe lights flicker on the board. I’m playin’ a pinball game at the bowling alley on a rainy day.
Insert two coins for one play. Pull the plunger. Strike the ball with the force of wind and thunder. Shoot it up into the playfield. Hit your target like Baker Mayfield.
On a six-and-a-half-degree incline. React properly to keep the ball alive. Use the flippers. Catch the ball, turn ’em into grippers. Fling that thing, hit your target with a ripper.
Redirect the ball. Never, ever let it fall to the bottom of the board. Choose a different protocol. Hit the pop bumpers, give the ball a couple jumpers. The kickers and the slingshots always make you wonder where the
ball is gonna go! Where’s the pinball gonna go? Down the middle of the lane or in a rollover zone? A drop target hole or a saucer? Explode when you insert the coins, give the plunger a throw! Where’s it gonna go? Where’s the pinball gonna go? In a scoop, in a moat? Head to head, toe to toe? In a tournament, playin’ for the glory and the prize. Maybe in your basement, Banzai Run from ’89.
Avoid a tilt, but hit a nudge, just because you’d like to keep your game goin’, havin’ so much fun. Have a ton of quarters in pocket. Now, time to rock it. Hit a stationary target or a multiball socket.
How many points can you attain in the pinball game? Can you process all the action in your brain? Can you make the ball behave when it’s time to play? When you walk in the arcade at the end of the day?
A whirlwind spinner. Yes, this gimmick is a winner. If you’re a beginner you’ll wish your skills were much bigger. Gates block your ball from going a certain way. A stopper between the flippers keeps defeat at bay.
Activate a special mission or a bonus game. Never let random chance have the final say. Hit a quick tilt when your ball’s in the outlane. Get it in, get a tournament win; celebrate!
Where’s it gonna go? Where’s the pinball gonna go? Down the middle of the lane or in a rollover zone? A drop target hole or a saucer? Explode when you insert the coins, give the plunger a throw! Where’s it gonna go? Where’s the pinball gonna go? In a scoop, in a moat? Head to head, toe to toe? In a tournament, playin’ for the glory and the prize. Maybe in your basement, Frankenstein from ’95.
Man, you’re doin’ your best, but you just let the ball fall between the flippers once again. If you wanna win first or second in the tournament, better turn around and get points like a savage.
Get a free game. Match the numbers on the display. Active bumpers shoot you every which way. Solenoid sends me into the void. When I return, I get burned to my opponent’s joy.
Interactive backglass. Catchy graphics. Eye-popping design, ’89, Bad Cats. Theatre of Magic. Super tragic outcome if I don’t learn the angles real fast.
Been playin’ on the same coin for a long time. Onlookers multiply as my score climbs. Catch the ball in the flipper at the drop of a dime. And now I hit a prime line, and my score is enshrined.
Where’s it gonna go? Where’s the pinball gonna go? Down the middle of the lane or in a rollover zone? A drop target hole or a saucer? Explode when you insert the coins, give the plunger a throw! Where’s it gonna go? Where’s the pinball gonna go? In a scoop, in a moat? Head to head, toe to toe? In a tournament, playin’ for the glory and the prize. Maybe in your basement, Banzai Run from ’89. Where’s it gonna go? Where’s the pinball gonna go? Down the middle of the lane or in a rollover zone? A drop target hole or a saucer? Explode when you insert the coins, give the plunger a throw! Where’s it gonna go? Where’s the pinball gonna go? In a scoop, in a moat? Head to head, toe to toe? In a tournament, playin’ for the glory and the prize. Maybe in your basement, Frankenstein from ’95.
The Carfeteria is where I eat food. Always buy something to chew every time I’m on the move. Spendin’ big cash fast on a chicken nugget batch. Got a tray in the back. When I eat, it’s on my lap.
Got an Arby’s card, buy one get one sandwich. Flash it in the drive-thru. That piece of plastic is magic. I need some curly fries, too. And samplin’ of a side salad. Yes, I made out like a bandit.
…The Carfeteria. I eat there every day. Crumbs accumulate. Spill stains often take place. Fries between the seats. They have been there for weeks. They live among spare change, mints, and wrappers for sweets.
Got a cup holder that I need to clean. It’s obscene. At this point for me, a spotless car is a pipe dream. I might seem like I’m not tidy. My car is hiding crumbs and change in the seams and siding.
Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! …You do it when you’re on the move. Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! You do it, do it, ’cause you, ’cause you have to. Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! …You do it when you’re on the move. Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! You do it, do it, ’cause you love the drive-thru.
Now not too many have mastered the art of eatin’ food like Big Snax has in the car. Though, I still make a mess and my car’s unsightly. The skill takes time, don’t take it lightly.
But I could eat a bowl of soup while my homie drives down a bumpy dirt road, and my food still survives. But like Don will tell ya, don’t be reckless. Drive with hands at 10 and 2, not while eatin’ breakfast.
There’s no joy sweeter than eatin’ in your car, but you should only do it if you’re safely parked. And if you’re scared to make a mess, it doesn’t have to be hard. You can start with something simple, like a protein bar.
But me? I like to hit up the drive-thru. Find a nice place to park with a scenic view. Outside my ride I confide no meal is complete. So yo, Particle Don, tell our homies where we eat!
Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! …You do it when you’re on the move. Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! You do it, do it, ’cause you, ’cause you have to. Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! …You do it when you’re on the move. Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! You do it, do it, ’cause you love the drive-thru.
If you’re on the go, get some fries. Many times I have purchased potatoes cut into straight lines. Buy them with change you find. Fill your stomach, free your mind. Never operate a vehicle and eat at the same time.
Unless you’re at a stop light, and you’ve got your eyes wide. You don’t wanna get in a wreck or cause a side swipe. I like eatin’ food from Five Guys, ’cause it travels really nice in the car when I drive. Day or night.
The abyss is the spot between my seat and center console. I’ve dropped enough food in there to feed the student council. When I vacuum, gonna whistle a happy tune. It’s long overdue, many crumbs have accrued.
Many spills have taken place, many french fries went to waste. One time waffle fries fell outta my lap all over the place. Lost my entire snack across my floor mat. It set me back. Made me sad. I’ll never forget that.
Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! …You do it when you’re on the move. Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! You do it, do it, ’cause you, ’cause you have to. Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! …You do it when you’re on the move. Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! You do it, do it, ’cause you love the drive-thru.
Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! …You do it when you’re on the move. Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! You do it, do it, ’cause you, ’cause you have to. Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! …You do it when you’re on the move. Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! You do it, do it, ’cause you must eat food.
I JUST SPENT SIXTY BUCKS AT THE DOLLAR TREE
I just spent sixty bucks at the Dollar Tree. Ended up with crayons, glue, and string. How did this happen to me? I walked into this store for only one thing. Now, several bags I’m carrying. So much for downsizing.
I just spent sixty bucks at the Dollar Tree. Uncontrollable shopping spree. Got paper clips and candy. I walked into this store for only one thing. Now, home I bring DVDs. So much for downsizing.
So many items in my arms, that I had to grab a cart. Where do I start? Garbage bags or in the aisle with crafts and art? Mini chocolate bars. Didn’t expect my bill to be this large. My excitement? Off the charts. They’ve got Tic-Tacs and Sweet Tarts.
Greeting cards. Happy birthday and thank you. They are two for a dollar. Pick some up for weddings, birthdays, baby showers. Yes, I got a calculator that I didn’t even need. On the back of the box it says this item contains mercury.
The Dollar Tree allows me to get the things I need, but three twenties left my wallet during this epic shopping spree. I went overboard. My grand total soared. Every item grabbed contributed to the double-digit price tag.
I did bad. Somehow bought dishwasher tabs. Ended up with push pins. Mini cups. A sketchpad. Staples. Wooden clothes clips. Gloves for your hands. Coloring books and birthday party loot bags.
I just spent sixty bucks at the Dollar Tree. Ended up with crayons, glue, and string. How did this happen to me? I walked into this store for only one thing. Now, several bags I’m carrying. So much for downsizing.
I just spent sixty bucks at the Dollar Tree. Uncontrollable shopping spree. Got paper clips and candy. I walked into this store for only one thing. Now, home I bring DVDs. So much for downsizing.
How do they do it? Everything’s a dollar. And they’ve got name brands. Everything from home supplies to pens and checkout impulse grabs. Sticky putty. Thumb tacks. Also, mini tissue packs. Stack after stack of maps on a spinning display rack.
Fifty-six items after tax. How ’bout that? I got me some colored sand and some mix for bubble baths. Tabletop place mats and flash cards for math. I got ten divider tabs and a box of waxy crayons.
Yes, they do have snacks. Cookies. Plastic silverware. Trays. Napkins. Paper towels. I could be in there for days. They have paper plates. Stacking games with unique shapes. Dollar Tree detour; put a smile up on ya face.
I got some neon glow sticks and a bubble blowing kit. I feel too legit to quit as I grab magnetic clips for my fridge. Food containers. Clothes hangers. It’s a trip. Yes, I am an addict. Got a glue stick and a new bucket.
I just spent sixty bucks at the Dollar Tree. Ended up with crayons, glue, and string. How did this happen to me? I walked into this store for only one thing. Now, several bags I’m carrying. So much for downsizing.
I just spent sixty bucks at the Dollar Tree. Uncontrollable shopping spree. Got paper clips and candy. I walked into this store for only one thing. Now, home I bring DVDs. So much for downsizing.
I just spent sixty bucks at the Dollar Tree. Ended up with crayons, glue, and string. How did this happen to me? I walked into this store for only one thing. Now, several bags I’m carrying. So much for downsizing.
I just spent sixty bucks at the Dollar Tree. Uncontrollable shopping spree. Got paper clips and candy. I walked into this store for only one thing. Now, home I bring DVDs. So much for downsizing.
SICK OF IT
I can’t stand it. Man, I’ll tell you, I’ve famished. Hunger for Christmas is large. I need a sandwich. I need somethin’ to keep me from ‘causin’ damage. Sick of it, sick of it, sick of it. I’m a savage.
It’s time to ravage and cause pain across the planet. It’s time to prove that I’m sick of it and I can’t stand it. You have landed on an island. Now you’re stranded. Sick of it, sick of it, sick of it. I’m a maverick.
My name is Jack Skellington! I don’t have any hair. A few months before Christmas, I had a nightmare. I’m sick of Halloween. And I’m super lonely. Sally is the only one who understands me.
One night while wandering, I came across a magic tree with a portal to Christmas Town. An insane thing. Couldn’t believe what I saw. It was amazing. Everyone was happy. No one was complaining.
Now I plan my own Christmas celebration. To share with my fellow townsfolk the sensation of pure joy and love. But I can’t explain it. Can’t explain Christmas and all the love contained in it.
The only way that they’ll know what I’m tryin’ to say is to take over Christmas town without delay. Sally tries to tell me no, but I don’t listen. Tell her “Make me a coat!” I’ve got my evil intuition.
I can’t stand it. Man, I’ll tell you, I’ve famished. Hunger for Christmas is large. I need a sandwich. I need somethin’ to keep me from ‘causin’ damage. Sick of it, sick of it, sick of it. I’m a savage.
It’s time to ravage and cause pain across the planet. It’s time to prove that I’m sick of it and I can’t stand it. You have landed on an island. Now you’re stranded. Sick of it, sick of it, sick of it. I’m a maverick.
Take Santa straight to Oogie Boogie, the boogeyman. Sally tried to save Santa, so he could stop Jack, but Sally got captured, too. Now she’s in danger. Christmas Town’s people notice the behavior
of Santa has changed. That’s ’cause Jack took his place. From the sky, wicked, evil presents rain. Jack’s under attack. He was shot out the sky. He decides now it’s time for Oogie Boogie to die.
Walks into the lair, now he fights the boogeyman. Rips apart the bad guy with his bare hands. Bugs n’ slugs fall out of Oogie’s body. They fall into the cauldron and continue rotting.
Jack promises he’ll return Christmas Town to the way it was found. All the people gather ’round and they play in the snow while Jack and Sally go to the graveyard and let their hearts glow.
I can’t stand it. Man, I’ll tell you, I’ve famished. Hunger for Christmas is large. I need a sandwich. I need somethin’ to keep me from ‘causin’ damage. Sick of it, sick of it, sick of it. I’m a savage.
It’s time to ravage and cause pain across the planet. It’s time to prove that I’m sick of it and I can’t stand it. You have landed on an island. Now you’re stranded. Sick of it, sick of it, sick of it. I’m a maverick.
Above you will see the lyric video for “Beyond Bizarre”, a song I recorded in 2022 with the group Vimana.
Producer AmoralPhat40oz made the beat, mixed the song, and compiled the video. I wrote and recorded the lyrics that describe a story of a man who is brought inside an alien spaceship for reasons unknown. He struggles to understand what is happening and why he was the one chosen.
LYRICS
I woke up. Couldn’t move. I was stuck. Is this sleep paralysis? It’s messed up. I’m laying on a table with a bunch of bright lights. Last thing I remember, went to sleep for the night.
Now I can’t move. Can’t scream, but I want to. Try to. No, I can’t say I approve of this state that I’m in. This paralysis. I’m dreamin’ with my eyes open. No grin.
Much to my chagrin, I’m layin’ on a table. Aliens around me, I’m not feelin’ stable. Greys. With incredible brains. Operating on a frequency range
that is rather strange, now I’m feeling deranged as the aliens say things I can’t explain. Everything to lose and nothin’ to gain as I await my fate. But yet, I feel no hate.
I choose to embrace this new stage Make the most of the worst type of fate to get captured alive by creatures that you can’t explain. You’ll go beyond insane.
I abstain from negative thoughts as I try to look around and find a few spots that could let me out of this spaceship. But now I’m gettin’ shots in my neck, fadin’, seein’ dots.
Time for an encounter of the third kind. Visions and signs that my mind can’t unwind. Feelin’ so blind, yet I can’t unsee these life changing scenes when I sleep. Terrifying.
Technology that defies all laws. So far ahead of us, that we can’t catalog what’s going on. Gotta stay strong to remain sane. Gotta maintain a stable brain frame.
Wake up in a room with hybrids. Horse bodies with human heads. Alligators with chicken feet. Centipedes that reach speeds that you wouldn’t believe.
I proceed to leave, but I’m greeted by a being starin’ at me intently. Now I’m scared. Froze. With nowhere to go. Wish I was back at home watchin’ a show on the TV.
Believe me. Now I’m facing something only seen on a television screen. An alien. I still can’t comprehend this situation that I’m currently in.
When will it end? Will I wake up? Or is this real, no makeup? No fake stuff? I hate bluffs, so if this is real, take us back to home. Please stop this great fuss.
Wakin’ up with scars and a vivid recollection of what I saw in the saucer. Still couldn’t believe what had happened until the next week, when I relived the nightmare within my dreams.
Every time I blink, there they are. When I scream, sound don’t go far. I’m human caviar, and I’m in the stars, gettin’ scarred, feathered, and tarred. Best believe it’s beyond bizarre.
One night, while drivin’ my car, I saw lights from above the trees. They shot me with a beam. Now I’m flying towards a ship unwillfully. An unlucky abductee.
Now I’m driving again, I’ve got glowing skin, and I have no clue what to do, where to begin. My soul eaten for no other reason: Chose by those who live beyond perception.
Time for an encounter of the third kind. Visions and signs that my mind can’t unwind. Feelin’ so blind, yet I can’t unsee these life changing scenes when I sleep. Terrifying.
Technology that defies all laws. So far ahead of us, that we can’t catalog what’s going on. Gotta stay strong to remain sane. Gotta maintain a stable brain frame.
UNUSED LYRIC CHUNX n’ NUGGETS
ships thirty FEET across.
Next thing I know, I’m back driving with a subder mal fluorescence
Captive by aliens. Label me insane. Right now, I’m not stable. GRAYS. With incredible BRAINS. Operating on a frequency RANGE
that is rather STRANGE, now I’m feeling deranged as the aliens say things I can’t explain. Everything to lose and nothin’ to GAIN as I a- wait my fate. But yet, I feel no hate.
can’t blink, and I can’t unSEE, these THINGs
But
and encounter of the third kind.
…The creature looked me in the eye and implied
What do I do? Go against the GRAIN? Try to run aWAY? No. I think I’ll play a- long. Now the alien is singing a song. It bring tears to my eyes. I feel like I belong in this
place. This time. This frame of mind. This experience that is one of a kind. Now the creature looks me straight in the eye, and im- plies
Go a- gainst the grain
choose – to embrACE this new stage Make the most of the worst type of fate – to get abducted by creatures that you can’t explain. you’ll go beyond insane.
Hate isn’t great. -Disassociate-. Hate isn’t great. It disassociates.
Try to scream/but a single muscle won’t move.
Here I am. A way from my friends. A minute ago
Camped out, saw the stars from a telescope lens. Now I’m sittin’ in a UFO
I’ve always liked the way 8-bit and 16-bit chiptune music sounds. While playing retro games, lyrics come to mind based on the unique systems and obstacles at hand.
In 2020 I released a second mixtape based on this concept. I took music from video games and recorded lyrics over top of them. Other than the bonus tracks at the end of the album, the only music I wrote for the mixtape was on track 6, Mega Mouse.
To be in a state of “Particle Don” is to exist in our third dimensional physical reality. Our spirits wear or “don” suits made of particles that we call our bodies. These spacesuits enable our consciousness to experience the world as we know it.
The 72 Pin Connector .zip file contains lyrics to all 26 songs in individual text files.
Particle Don – 72 Pin Connector Vol. 2 (2020) Number of tracks: 26 (21 in the mixtape plus 5 bonus tracks) Runtime: 72 minutes 57 seconds
Intro song to the CD. Describes what it’s like to collect all this damn plastic gear and about the space it takes up. It’s also about how emulation cannot replicate the feeling of owning the actual hardware and playing the game from the original device.
Here I am, playin’ Genesis. Makin’ a mess all on the floor with cartridges galore. Long cords are neatly wrapped circular to preserve and extend the life of the controller.
Takin’ care of the hardware. Use compressed air. Cleanin’ out the dust that accumulated in there. When I buy online, gotta pay a fare. A delivery fee for shipment here.
Never put a cartridge in my console that haven’t had the pin connectors cleaned. Never put a game pack in my handheld until I use Eliminator by Naki. (Eliminator used to be a brand of cartridge cleaning solution made by a company called Naki.)
Always playin’ old school games on original hardware. Emulation can’t compare to having a working system running classics from my early teens.
Gotta put the games back correctly so they’ll be preserved for future playing. Gotta keep everything in premium condition. Gotta guarantee I can play ’em again.
When I’m rockin’ it, there ain’t no stoppin’ it. The old high score? Stompin’ it. Smearin’ it. Moppin’ it. When I hit power, lose all my data. Thankfully, a password backs my saves up.
Original mode is a true challenge. Gotta manage a pro motorbike champion. Earn sponsors and money in races. Upgrade your bike in 6 different areas.
Havin’ a great time gettin’ my game on. Havin’ a great time with Super Hang-On.
B accelerates. A brakes. C gives you a boost back in the race. Win five in a row, what do you know? A new sponsor, track, and a new rival.
Havin’ a great time gettin’ my game on. Havin’ a great time with Super Hang-On.
Got the 6-Pak stuck in my hardware. Never gotta take it out, it just stays there. Six classics. What a great mix. Never gotta change games when I need a fix.
Havin’ a great time gettin’ my game on. Havin’ a great time with Super Hang-On.
Never gotta take it out when I want a new game. When I’m sick of playin’ the same thang every day. Every genre represented ‘long the way. Puzzle, platform, side scroll, racing.
Havin’ a great time gettin’ my game on. Havin’ a great time with Super Hang-On.
02 – ORIGINAL MODE
Playin’ Super Hang-On. What a great one. On the 6-Pak. No explainin’ how it kept me gamin’. Physics were amazin’. Playin’ Super Hang-On. What a great one. On the 6-Pak. No explainin’ how it kept me gamin’. Physics were amazin’. Playin’ Super Hang-On. What a great one. On the 6-Pak. No explainin’ how it kept me gamin’. Physics were amazin’. Playin’ Super Hang-On. What a great one. On the 6-Pak. No explainin’ how it kept me gamin’. Physics were amazin’.
There was once an era never to be duplicated. All the games were in 2D, 16-bit systems were groundbreaking. All the current generation consoles based on cartridges. I never thought I’d see it, but believe it or not, here it is.
Games over four gigs. I remember four mega bits was a selling point on the front of some packages. Remember pin connectors. Remember R/F modulators. I can think back to the time when I was playin’ Space Invaders
on 2600, with a controller in hand. Yes, it was a time if I had to revisit, I’d be glad. Yes, it was a time if I could duplicate it would be grand. ‘Cause no longer do I have the system. Wound up in the trash.
Ended up in the wrong hands. Can’t stand it, man, when that stuff just happens. Gotta move ahead. Gotta keep on goin’ so that don’t happen again. Gotta keep a level head. Live to gain another win.
Count the hours that I spent playin’ Sega compared to the hours that I played Super Hang-On. What is the ratio? I will never know. Spent a lot of time with Original Mode.
Spent a lot of cash for better mechanics. Keep my bike in top shape so I am the fastest. Constantly upgrading so I don’t come in last place. 1987. Over two decades.
Eight ports in ’89. Sega Mega Drive. Amstrad CPC. Atari ST. Amiga. Spectrum. C64. Sharp 68, and Mac…I played it for…
Mega Drive; Genesis. It was the best game on the 6-Pak. Yes, If I was asked what is the best game you played back in the day? I just may say Super H-A-N-G.
Designed by Yu Suzuki. Written in my memory. Times when I’d spend three hours or more seated on the floor. High score is the achievement I’m shootin’ for.
Won’t get any gamer points, just how I like. Thinkin’ back to a time before games were online. Thinkin’ back to a time before I had to sign in a profile just to press start. I was fine
with gaming how it used to be in it’s infancy. Blowing up currently. Back then, different story. In the days of glory, the games industry captivated me. Some of the games highly impressing.
You could say a lot of them were frustrating. Difficulty curve will swerve what you’re expecting. Everybody always movin’ on to the next thing. I’m still posted in the 16-bit era of gaming.
Playin’ Super Hang-On. What a great one. On the 6-Pak. No explainin’ how it kept me gamin’. Physics were amazin’. Playin’ Super Hang-On. What a great one. On the 6-Pak. No explainin’ how it kept me gamin’. Physics were amazin’. Playin’ Super Hang-On. What a great one. On the 6-Pak. No explainin’ how it kept me gamin’. Physics were amazin’. Playin’ Super Hang-On. What a great one. On the 6-Pak. No explainin’ how it kept me gamin’. Physics were amazin’.
03 – THE REASON FOR CANCELLATION
Eternal Champions, Genesis. Do my best. Make a mess of ya move sets. Yes, I’m one of the quickest opponents you’ll ever have to test. You’ll be full of regrets. You neglect two thirds of your move set!
Caught ya button mashin’, that’ll get ya so far. Study the move list quick, ’cause odds are… Hit ya with a combo, extend my arm. The shape formed on the end of the limb hits ya hard.
Biggest sprites outta any fighting game. Animations for the Overkills, takin’ up the whole frame. Can’t feasibly explain how much rage I have towards the reason for cancellation.
This franchise was held back, despite offers for cartoons and comics. Challenge From The Dark Side saw day’s light. Mega CD exclusive.
Am I right when I say that’s a tough to find system? You won’t see that next time you’re shoppin’. Not even at Record Exchange. Unless someone made a huge trade, and gave it away.
Sega of Japan felt Eternal Champions kept Virtua Fighter from spreading like wildfires. In the US, where where we play all fighters, Sega wanted one U.S. contender.
So, the franchise got dropped. Mike Latham said the news made him almost want to quit. The Final Chapter game for Sega Saturn; slated for release, unfortunately didn’t happen.
Ask me to speak candidly, I disagree. I think the lore in E.C. would go over better in the States. Look at all the great source material for offtakes.
Not to take anything away from Virtua Fighter. It just didn’t have the story or the characters I prefer in a fighting game. They explained in Eternal Champions the reason for the melee.
There were two alternate universes. Two games. X-perts was on Genesis. Chicago Syndicate had appeared only on Game Gear. It’s a game rated K to A.
It appears in an alternate reality timeline. Larcen never died. Therefore, never tried his hand in the E C tournament. From the start he planned on winnin’ it.
He needed to know why the pot was stirrin’. Information on Tagliani’s current whereabout. Larcen found out in the nick of time. Prevented the explosion!
Each stage has an Overkill. An animation when the fight’s final. Animate. Throw you on a flaming stake. Also get pushed in exhaust fan blades.
Caught ya button mashin’, that’ll get ya so far. What ya gonna do when I got your life bar down to the final pixel? Will you give in? Or will you keep fightin’ and go for the win?
Once in history, Eternal Champions Cherry was a 7-11 Slurpee. A temporary tattoo on the bottom of the cup. Who did you choose? Haven’t seen these in quite a few.
What if in the year 2014, you had a sealed copy of E.C.? Sorting thorough your old games. The original cellophane still on the packaging. It had never been played.
What would you do? Keep it in the box? Or break the seal, play it for the first time? Unlock the feeling of opening a 16-bit game over a decade after it was made.
Caught ya button-mashin, that’ll get ya so far. What ya gonna do when we spar? Will you get far? Will you conquer? Will you pull a shocker? Deplete my whole life bar?
Biggest sprites outta any fighting game. Animations for the Overkills, takin’ up the whole frame . Can’t feasibly explain how much rage I have towards the reason for cancellation.
This franchise was cancelled. Could have been a name known throughout all households. Challenge From The Dark Side saw day’s light. Mega CD exclusive. Am I right?
When I say that’s a tough to find console. You won’t see that next time you’re you’re at the store. Not even at Game Connection, unless someone made a mistake. Traded their whole collection.
Caught ya button-mashin’, that’ll get ya so far. What ya gonna do when we spar? Will you get far? Will you conquer? Will you pull a shocker? Deplete my whole life bar?
Biggest sprites outta any fighting game. Animations for the Overkills, takin’ up the whole frame. Can’t feasibly explain how much rage I have towards the reason for cancellation.
04 – 72 PIN CONNECTOR (HOW TO INSTALL)
If you own a first-gen NES, the kind where you horizontally insert cartridges, and you have problems turning on your games, the screen blue, puts you in a rotten mood, hurts you brains…you have options.
Buy a gen-two system with a dog bone controller. I recommend not doing that unless you want to spend a lot of money. There’s an even better possibility!
72 pin connector. Make your NES work better. Only once hit power. Never have to blow into the cartridge. Never have to worry if a game will work before you start it.
But make sure you clean every game that you see! You don’t want to get the pin connector dirty. A cleaning kit will do the trick, but if you’re on a budget, use 50/50 water/alcohol, then let it sit.
Required for this task is a Phillips #2. There’s a few things we need to do before we put the piece into the system. Make sure the pins are aligned. The flat ones. On the piece’s outer left and right.
This gear was made in 1985. No wonder why I’m puttin’ all my effort behind giving new life to an entertainment system I’ve been playin’ for as long as I’ve been breathin’ and eatin’. Hearing and seein’.
Nothing inside spins. The cartridge is a format that lives if you have good connections. Screw driven between two pieces of plastic is a chip that contains the script and the graphics.
Once you have a Phillips #2 and you’ve looked through all the components of the pin connections… Everything looks right. But we want to avoid static discharge that could damage the system.
Open up the NES case. To replace the NES connector set the console upside down so the base points up, towards your face. Guarantee you won’t frown if this operation makes the final stage.
No lookin’ back now! We removed six screws. Then we set the system on it’s base and got into the innards of the NES by taking the top cover off. Set the screws inside. You don’t wanna lose them in the soft carpeting!
Make sure you aren’t wearing fuzzy socks or slippers. Static electricity is a constant factor. Next goal that we’re after is to remove the metal casing cover.
Held in place by seven more screws. Pull up on the RF shield. Pull it towards you. Put the seven screws in the metal casing. Next, we remove the cartridge housing.
This part is very important. Mess this up and your system might get broken. Six more screws. Lift the circuit board. Pull the cartridge housing up slightly and out towards the front of the system.
Don’t forget the plastic clip during reinstallation, or the housing won’t sit properly. Loosen the two screws that hold the circuit board. Put your thumbs on the sides of the old connector.
On there very tight! Use all your might! When you have removed it, take it, set it aside. Now you see the pins on the circuit board exposed. Clean ’em off if you want to make sure it will work as good as new.
You don’t have to clean the circuit board connectors, but it won’t harm you. Now that you are ready to install the new connector, pick it up, make sure your grip is secure between your thumbs.
Put it in place. You’ve had enough. During installation, make sure you line it up. Make sure you press it firmly into place. Now you’re good to reverse the procedure, reassemble the case.
Just make sure that you’re able to fit the plastic clip underneath the circuit board bit. If you put it on and you notice a gap between the board and the housing, it’s incorrect!
Once you’ve reassembled everything properly, get ready for adrenaline to pump through your veins! But you’re not done yet. If you want to make sure everything is proper, clean all your games!
72 pin connector. Make your NES work better. Only once hit power. Never have to blow into the cartridge. Never have to worry if a game will work before you start it.
But make sure you clean every game that you see! You don’t want to get the pin connector dirty. A cleaning kit will do the trick, but if you’re on a budget, use 50/50 water/alcohol, then let it sit.
05 – NOSTALGIA CLASS
If you can’t pay for the repairs when your bike’s wrecked, the game comes to an end. Gotta spend money that you earn. Place at least third in order to proceed on farther.
As you play, the money you make will increase, but so will the difficulty of the race. Gotta place. Gotta give chase. Gotta let go of the gas, tap the brakes
when you hit a sharp turn in the track. Must stay under control, or you’ll flail off your bike. You don’t wanna get lapped. Chances of winning zapped.
Get pushed back in placing. And that’s frustrating! Gotta keep playing; make money. So I can afford the best Sport GT. European with top grade handling.
Two more bike types. Neither of ’em duds. Cruisers and Race Replicas. Cruisers are American style. Got straight line power, but don’t steer well.
Very quick, very light. Japanese super bike. Race Replicas always make a great choice. Japanese style. Last of the three types. Impressin’ me when I drive it for the first time.
It’s crazy how much better the handling is! Glad that they built in a password function so I can save my game. It would truly be a shame and a pain if I couldn’t regain my place.
Believe it or not, the tracks depict real places, ’cause the Palm Desert is California State Route 74. Road Rash 2 and 3 took the action even farther!
The sequel took the race out of state. No longer just California, now you race in Alaska, Arizona, and Hawaii, Vermont, also Tennessee.
In Road Rash 3 the race goes worldwide. The game used new sprites, made in ’95. Germany, Italy, Japan, Kenya, Brazil, Isle of Man, and Australia.
In the first game there’s chains and clubs available to the player as weapons. Only way to get ’em is to punch at the precise moment you were about to get stunned.
If an enemy attacks with an object, that’s your chance to steal it from his hand. Now you have it for the whole race. Knock Biff off his bike with a cold steel chain!
Take a course in nostalgia class. Road Rash. Flyin’ by ya fast when I zoom past. The gas pedal pushed full. Get whooshed into a car, ’round the sharp corner.
Anticipate where the car will be. Get in the left lane when you can’t see. Cars like to hide on the outside. Defensively drive.
Gotta stay alive in the placing. In the ranking. On the wall where everyone’s comparing Scores and stats. They will be laughing at you, too, if your racing
ain’t up in the top three. Ain’t up there with me. Ain’t up where you see top talent in the Grand Prix. Ya get canned, kid, if ya can’t compete. Ya get canned, kid, if ya can’t compete.
Take a course in nostalgia class. Road Rash. Flyin’ by ya fast when I zoom past. The gas pedal pushed full. Get whooshed into a car, ’round the sharp corner.
The adrenaline rush. Can ya make it last? Road Rash. Flyin’ by ya fast when I zoom past. The gas pedal pushed full. Get whooshed into a cow, standin’ on the damn curb.
Make big cash like world class champs. Road Rash. Flyin’ by ya fast when I zoom past. The gas pedal pushed full. Get whooshed into a biker, around the curve.
The adrenaline rush. Can ya make it last? Road Rash. Flyin’ by ya fast when I zoom past. The gas pedal pushed full. Get whooshed into an oil spill, can’t help but swerve.
Take a course in nostalgia class. Road Rash. Flyin’ by ya fast when I zoom past. The gas pedal pushed full. Get whooshed into a car, ’round the sharp corner.
The adrenaline rush. Can ya make it last? Road Rash. Flyin’ by ya fast when I zoom past. The gas pedal pushed full. Get whooshed into a cow, standin’ on the damn curb.
Make big cash like world class champs. Road Rash. Flyin’ by ya fast when I zoom past. The gas pedal pushed full. Get whooshed into a biker, around the curve.
The adrenaline rush. Can ya make it last? Road Rash. Flyin’ by ya fast when I zoom past. The gas pedal pushed full. Get whooshed into an oil spill, can’t help but swerve. Into an oil spill, can’t help but swerve. Into an oil spill, can’t help but swerve. Into an oil spill, can’t help but swerve. Into an oil spill, can’t help but swerve. Into an oil spill, can’t help but swerve.
06 – MEGA MOUSE
I use the Sega Mega mouse while I’m in the house playin’ Wacky Worlds. It’s a game for Genesis that I never heard about until recently. Picked up a copy. Finding it wasn’t easy.
The Mega Mouse is compatible with very few games. Most of ’em weren’t released in the States. You can’t just use a Nomad to play imports with the mouse. No way for it to be the first controller!
The Nomad has an input for a second pad, but the second player can’t control the hand. The pointer for the interface. Where will I place this mad scientist on my canvas space?
Make your own music to play in the background. Place blocks on a timeline, up and down. It’s not a step sequencer, that would be better. It’s the next best thing to an audio editor on a Genesis.
You select variants. You got two to choose from on each of the instruments. And you have an off option. You can make music that’s pretty good soundin’.
Need the Mega Mouse if ya want more control. This game came with it in the bundle. 1994, Learning Company did a port for the Windows and Mac platforms.
The mouse was enabled for connectivity between Genesis and the Mega CD. Worked with Dungeon Master 2: Skullkeep. Star Blade. Sim Earth. Mad Dog McCree.
Nine Genesis carts had compatibility. Sixteen on the Mega CD. Shanghai 2: Dragon’s Eye was a good buy. Without the Mega Mouse, wouldn’t a gave it a try.
Just so ya know, came out a long time ago. Controller will work, but a mouse that rolls is the best way to input your intention. It came with the game boxed in the packagin’.
Creativity studio, came out a long time ago. Controller will work, but a mouse that rolls is the best way to control what was moving. It made everything go much more smoothly!
07 – EPIC, FAST-PACED HIKING
When I play games with a buddy, I prefer not doing it digitally. Video games are for the winter. Best time of the year is summer.
When it’s warm, I play games outside. Air in my lungs. Get exercise. New realm of fun. Get sweat in my eyes. I’m tellin’ ya, give it a try.
Buy you a footbag! I’ve had 100+ fun times with that. No screen, flat LCD crap. Just me and a friend and cloth wrapped sand!
Kick below the knees for a skill dance. Knee high is how I hack. Passing it to a friend, relax during his turn.
Now he gives back the eight panel with a great pass. Rhythmic with extravagance. Here’s a game that’ll make you pant. Increase the stats of your endurance.
Eye-foot coordination. A footbag will help you with your balance. It’ll help you take deeper breaths instead of shallow lung usage.
What a great game. My favorite aspect is that it’s cooperative!
Flying disk. Number two on the list. Been throwing them since I was a kid. Concentrate letting go of the Frisbee. Throwing them straight is a great feeling.
Go for a skill shot, through the tree. Hit a direct shot with the Aerobie. Do it a lot from April spring until the leaves start falling.
Please make sure you’re careful. Control your shot, so I don’t travel four hundred feet to grab a bad pass. Lying far, out in the tall grass.
Even worse, if we’re at the park, a bad pass might hit someone’s car. Someone’s dog or someone’s face. Aim your passes in the correct place.
Must repeat this helpful tip: When you let go, control your wrist. Make sure you level out the disk. Gently let go when you throw it.
No need to whip it as hard as you can. It’ll glide nice if you relax. Don’t put too much thought behind it. Just let go and glide it.
Just envision pass precision! Your target, Frisbee collision.
When I want some fresh air to breathe, there’s only one activity good enough for me. Fast-paced hiking. It’s always exhilarating.
Watch your step! There’s great danger rock climbing through the river. One bad step can end your career for the season. Just pay attention!
You will be fine, don’t take your mind off your environment. Helps you train, build endurance. It’s not just some passing fad.
It’s not just some gimmick. Something marketing, selling, expensive. It’s the preferred thing accepted when activities are mentioned.
Do I prefer this? Yes, I do. What else is there to get into? Some high-priced limitation? Some television station?
Some process I can only guess will cost a bunch, probably cause stress. Make a mess of my finances. Get the best of my precious years.
Gotta keep writing memories of epic, fast-paced hiking.
08 – EVERY SINGLE POINT POSSIBLE
Sittin’ on my ass, a controller in my lap. Not doing anything? Don’t even give me that. I’m clearin’ out the badniks. Jump, I do a thousand flips. Below my hip my legs flyin’ quick, with a zip.
Clearin’ out the stage. Earnin’ every single point possible. It’s a stroll when I roll through the levels. Did it so many times before I even owned a console. Knew where to go for the video games.
It’s a shame they don’t still make mid-nineties hardware. I think the market is there. People just might buy a brand new device. Technology I remember from the early days.
I understand VCRs and cassette tapes went the obsolete way. Slow long play. But I would rather buy a 2020 version of a Genesis than worry ’bout a DRM mess.
Yeah, I hate DRM. I had a faulty system. Red ring of death. But my warranty covered it. Not a problem up to the point I played a game on my refurbished system. Gotta download every time.
If I’m not signed in, can’t play the full version of the game I paid for. But I didn’t. ‘Cause I leased a copy of the game code. Didn’t own. ‘Cause the game was a digital download.
And it happened for thirty three games. Sealife Safari, Streets of Rage. Alien Hominid, Boom Boom Rocket, Bomberman, Castlevania SOTN.
Gotta download every single time. If I’m not online, I’m limited by a trial version. Why?! Four refurbished consoles later, here I am swimmin’ in a pool of confusing DRM.
Now, with the license transfer tool, once a year you can put ’em on a new console. Since I just did it, if I upgrade, A whole ‘nother year I’ll have to wait
to transfer the games I own to my new system. This DRM was designed by a corporation. I can tell by the way they sell. Make you think you’re savin’ money, bank account’s a dry well.
Yeah, I hate DRM. I had a faulty system. Red ring of death. But my warranty covered it. Not a problem up to the point I played a game on my refurbished system. Gotta download every time.
If I’m not signed in, can’t play the full version of the game I paid for. But I didn’t. ‘Cause I leased a copy of the game code. Didn’t own. ‘Cause the game was a digital download.
09 – STATUE STONE
Sky Chase Zone. The airplane flows under me so I don’t tumble. Down to the bottomless abyss. Who ever would have thought this would be one of my favorite stages?
Tails in the cockpit, at the controls. Me on the top of the ship, fightin’ evil! Gotta give props, this game’s pure gold. Been around for thirty years, still isn’t old.
In a bean bag chair, statue stone. Tails flyin’ planes in the Sky Chase Zone. Killin’ my boredom while I’m sittin’ alone at home. Usin’ my brain, even though
I’m starin’ at a 4×3, like a zombie. Made it this far, now nothin’ can stop me. Now the pressure’s on. Can’t get sloppy. Can’t drop. Free fall down a bottomless hole.
Sky Chase Zone. The airplane goes so fast, at the mast, keep ya on ya toes. Keep ya reflexes sharp. Ya know, ya might take a big plunge if ya think slow.
Tails in the cockpit, steerin’ the plane. This stage, towards the end of the game. Wing Fortress, Death Egg is up next. So don’t stop now, it’s gonna get tense!
In a bean bag chair, statue stone. Tails flyin’ planes in the Sky Chase Zone. Killin’ my boredom while I’m sittin’ alone at home. Usin’ my brain, even though
I’m starin’ at a 4×3, like a zombie. Made it this far, now nothin’ can stop me. Now the pressure’s on. Can’t get sloppy. Can’t drop. Free fall down a bottomless hole.
When you got a zombified look in ya eye, only thing on ya mind is don’t die. Take a break. Gotta shake this dull headache. On the couch, you concentrate, game faced.
Gotta use brainwaves, I must say. Just pay attention closely, or it’s a shame. Fall down, the impact nasty. The sound, when heard, a travesty.
In a bean bag chair, statue stone. Tails flyin’ planes in the Sky Chase Zone. Killin’ my boredom while I’m sittin’ alone at home. Usin’ my brain, even though
I’m starin’ at a 4×3, like a zombie. Made it this far, now nothin’ can stop me. Now the pressure’s on. Can’t get sloppy. Can’t drop. Free fall down a bottomless hole.
10 – DON’T HESITATE
Gotta run fast, leave ya in the past. Move by ya face quick, only see a blue dash. Grabbin’ up coins, gaining extra lives. Makin’ sure I survive. On a hill up high.
Gotta love it when I play the game every time. Above the skyline, clouds white. Underneath the hills, the magma will rise. Gotta run to the right. Don’t lose a life.
Doc’s got a flamethrower on top of a submarine. Keep jumping, don’t stop! I admit, every time I play Sonic 2, can’t wait for the fifth stage. Just before the Mystic Cave.
Shoots ya with flames, sets the ground ablaze. Dodge the sprays he sends your way. Soundtrack for the game sounds great. Check out the sound test…don’t hesitate!
Move by ya quick, legs a blur below the hip. Throw up the arms, sit while in an oil slick. Collecting coins, gaining extra lives. Earning extra tries.
Sit back while I clear through the game, put ya score to shame. In an hour time frame, blaze through the last stage. In a hundred twenty seconds make it past that page in a sequence of events programmed in the game.
Doc’s got a flamethrower on top of a submarine. Keep jumping, don’t stop! I admit, every time I play Sonic 2, can’t wait for the fifth stage. Just before the Mystic Cave.
Shoots ya with flames, sets the ground ablaze. Dodge the sprays he sends your way. Soundtrack for the game sounds great. Check out the sound test…don’t hesitate!
Level number five. To this point I have survived. Hoarding all my lives, saving for the final bad guy. Now I’m this far, might as well move ahead. Devoid of passwords or a save function.
Yeah, on 360 it contains three save slots, and they get used quite a lot. But up to this day, the way I still play is a Genesis cartridge, letterbox display.
Doc’s got a flamethrower on top of a submarine. Keep jumping, don’t stop! I admit, every time I play Sonic 2, can’t wait for the fifth stage. Just before the Mystic Cave.
Shoots ya with flames, sets the ground ablaze. Dodge the sprays he sends your way. Soundtrack for the game sounds great. Check out the sound test…don’t hesitate!
11 – SUPER LEAGUE
Playin’ Tommy Lasorda Baseball. Playin’ Tommy Lasorda Baseball. Remember playin’ it with grandpa. I’m glad I held on to my only copy.
When you start a game they say “Play ball!” Best sports game for the Sega. If you haven’t played it yet Might be in jeopardy of getting ‘hold of it.
In other territories it was called Super League. Not endorsed by MLB, still had all your favorite teams. The players were fictional. They wore the familiar colors. The game’s better than all others.
In the genre I’ve sampled much, but Lasorda is worth a bunch to me, because
step to plate, the game begins. How many wins can you get in one season? Step to plate, the game begins. How many wins can you get in one season?
We played a bunch. Sometimes, I’d bunt. Sometimes, I swung. One time, I won by over ten runs!
Sit on the floor. You might get bored if you’re over the age where you’re too old for this stuff.
Playin’ Tommy Lasorda Baseball. Playin’ Tommy Lasorda Baseball. Remember playin’ it with my friends. Memories will last ’till the very end.
When you start a game they say “Play ball!” Best sports game for the Sega. If you haven’t played it, what are ya waiting for? Go get it!
The colors of the teams are the same as MLB. Doesn’t have real name for players, but find one person who cares. I bet you can’t!
No need for other endorsements. Lasorda seal of approval, of course it’s ridiculously top notch. Pay a small fee at a secondhand shop for it if ya can.
If ya see it in the ranks. Fight through a serious of challenging games. Prove your worth, so there’s nothin’ to explain. Let’s go one-on-one, exhibition play.
Buy it if ya can. If ya see it in the ranks. Fight through a serious of challenging games. Prove your worth, so there’s nothin’ to explain. Let’s go one-on-one, exhibition play.
Sit on the floor. You might get bored if you’re over the age where you’re too old for this stuff.
Playin’ Tommy Lasorda Baseball. Playin’ Tommy Lasorda Baseball. Remember playin’ it with grandpa. I probably should pick up a sealed copy.
When you start a game they say “Play ball!” Best sports game for the Sega. If I haven’t convinced you yet, online with a credit card you can buy it.
In other territories, it was called Super Leauge.
Not endorsed by MLB, still had all your favorite teams. The players were fictional, they wore the familiar colors. The game’s better than all others.
In the genre I’ve sampled much, but Lasorda is worth a bunch to me, because
step to plate, the game begins. How many wins can you get in one season? Step to plate, the game begins. How many wins can you get in one season?
We played a bunch. Sometimes, I’d bunt. Sometimes, I swung One time, I won by over ten runs.
Sit on the floor. You might get bored if you’re over the age where you’re too old for this stuff.
12 – SAW IT IN THE BARGAIN BIN
Greendog the Beached Surfer Dude! Yeah, I zoom through level after level. I just wanna get to the pedal copter. What a fun tune playin’ in the background. I’ll get there soon.
Greendog the Beached Surfer Dude! Yeah, I fly through level after level. I just wanna get to the sixth stage. What a great tune playin’ in the opening credits, too.
Saw it in the bargain bin. Put it in my possession. Paid off the expenses. Played through it extensive.
Never segregated it from the main pile, the one that contained 6-Pak, Saturday Night Slam Masters. My Neighbors that Zombies Ate.
Greendog the Beached Surfer Dude! Yeah, I zoom through level after level. I just wanna get to the pedal copter. What a fun tune playin’ in the background. I’ll get there soon.
Greendog the Beached Surfer Dude! Yeah, I fly through level after level. I just wanna get to the sixth stage. What a great tune playin’ in the opening credits, too.
Saw it in the stack of games and disks. Put it in my Genesis. Saw it on the screen, ’cause RGB delivered the information to me.
‘Cause of this, I saw an image. Looks like movement, brain was tricked. Audio cues in unison with the picture that’s flickerin’.
Greendog the Beached Surfer Dude! Yeah, I zoom through level after level. I just wanna get to the pedal copter. What a fun tune playin’ in the background. I’ll get there soon.
Greendog the Beached Surfer Dude! Yeah, I fly through level after level. I just wanna get to the sixth stage. What a great tune playin’ in the opening credits, too.
Saw it on the shelf, couldn’t help myself. Picked it up, I said “What the hell?” Bought it for a buck, even though I have one. Now I got a second in my collection.
Never took it out of the same pile I kept all the top games in. Never thought about it lowly, so the memory is regarded high to me.
Greendog the Beached Surfer Dude! Yeah, I zoom through level after level. I just wanna get to the pedal copter. What a fun tune playin’ in the background. I’ll get there soon.
Greendog the Beached Surfer Dude! Yeah, I fly through level after level. I just wanna get to the sixth stage. The last one to throw ridiculous obstacles at you.
This turned out to be quite the gauntlet. What have I gone and got myself in? No sayin’ quit, no stoppin’ it. The fire that burns every day in my spirit refuses failure.
Every tick of the clock, I’ll put to good usage. Use respect while wading through this molecule soup we call existence.
Greendog the Beached Surfer Dude! Yeah, I zoom through level after level. I just wanna get to the pedal copter. What a fun tune playin’ in the background. I’ll get there soon.
Greendog the Beached Surfer Dude! Yeah, I fly through level after level. I just wanna get to the sixth stage. The last one to throw ridiculous obstacles at you.
Saw it in the bargain bin. Put it in my possession. Paid off the expenses. Played through it extensive.
Never segregated it from the main pile, the one that contained 6-Pak, Saturday Night Slam Masters. My Neighbors that Zombies Ate.
Greendog the Beached Surfer Dude! Yeah, I zoom through level after level. I just wanna get to the pedal copter. What a fun tune playin’ in the background. I’ll get there soon.
Greendog the Beached Surfer Dude! Yeah, I fly through level after level. I just wanna get to the sixth stage. What a great tune playin’ in the opening credits, too.
13 – A LOT OF FUN
The second level in Greendog is Mustique. A little puppy runs around and follows your feet. This level is a whole lot easier than stage three, but ya gotta watch out for the starfish debris.
They explode when you walk near them. When I was young, I would always fear them. But now I got the timing down. I’m slippin’ through the holes in the patterns of explosions of the shrapnel.
When I’m playin’ Greendog I have a lot of fun. Oh yes, I like to put the cartridge in my Sega. Oh yes, I played the game a whole lot when I was sick. Helped me get my mind off all of the vomit.
If you ask me, I say this game’s a classic. In video game years, its age is Jurassic. Don’t let that stir you. I’m stuck in 1992, back when we were gamin’ on some Greendog Beached Surfer Dude.
Here in Mustique, you haven’t even reached your peak. The game will soon increase in difficulty. If you thought level two was tough, your skills aren’t up to snuff to make it through the game, to hang with the frantic ending.
You will come across a lot of lobsters. Let me tell you right now, I’m about to explain how you dispose of these annoying enemies. Throw a boomerang, hit ’em in the brain.
The lobster will jump toward you. Hit ’em with another boomerang thrown straight into their sprite. The pesky dog will try to bite and take your food. He sets off starfish, too!
When I’m playin’ Greendog I have a lot of fun. Oh yes, I like to put the cartridge in my Sega. Oh yes, I played the game a whole lot when I was a kid. After a long summer day outside playin’.
Got a bad cramp in my d-pad hand, ’cause I now made it towards the end. Wish there was a save function. A level skip is programmed in.
If you want a challenge, fire up some Greendog. Get a controller with quality receptors. The jumps you have to make require razor precision. Platforms you’re missin’ if you don’t pay attention.
The second level in Greendog is Mustique. A dog follows your feet. This game tried to compete with Super Mario. I think we all know who won that battle.
Still, I like to show Greendog respect for what it tried to do. Best game soundtrack of 1992. In the top twenty soundtracks of all time. That’s why I wrote about the game in poems that rhyme.
When I’m playing Greendog I have a lot of fun. Oh yes, I like to put the cartridge in my Sega. Oh yes, I played the game a whole lot, time was wasted. At least I had to think while I was watchin’.
Usin’ my brain, makin’ tough decisions. Prefrontial cortex fillin’ with blood. When I decide what happens with my left thumb, sprites get to goin’. Animation and movement.
Had some great times with the game Greendog. Fun. Surfin’ on the beach, enemy destruction. Check out his haircut and 90’s attire. Brings you to a time that has long since expired.
14 – PEDAL COPTER
Floating. I hover on the pedal copter. Using my legs’ kinetic energy. Distance I cover on the pedal copter. But, I’m just hitting C rapidly.
Having so much fun on the pedal copter. Wish I had this game on 360. But on second thought, I would rather play it on 4×3 just like we used to see it on our television.
Now when I play it, blown away by the tough difficulty. If you take your time jumping through the platforms and dodging, you’ll attain supremacy.
Floating. I hover on the pedal copter. Challenging my dexterity. Make sure I have a controller in hand that can take the demand. Fragile equipment. Sacrament.
These relics, electronics manufactured twenty years ago. How long will they make it? How will they hold up? Gotta cross fingers, only God knows.
When I play Greendog and I beat a level There’s only one way to the next one. Gotta hop on my trusty pedal-copter, if you don’t have Turbo, it might not be fun.
Because the rate at which you have to hit C will drive a scholar to insanity. You have to hit it sixty miles an hour. Very quickly hitting C and then B to punch.
It truly helps to have precision controls stomping through the challenging levels. The gameplay is unforgiving, so make sure you have a good controller.
Floating. I hover on the pedal copter. Can’t believe I just passed Mustique. Make sure I have a controller in hand with a turbo option. Gotta pound the C button!
Gotta grab foodstuffs, gotta punch the bad guys. Boxing glove’s in front of the bike. Don’t take no damage, you don’t wanna lose life. All the while, concentrate on your flight.
Floating. I hover on the pedal copter. Using my legs kinetic energy. Distance I cover on the pedal copter. But I’m just hitting C rapidly.
Having so much fun on the pedal copter. Wish I had this game on 360. But on second thought, I would rather play it on 4×3 just like we used to have great fun
sitting on the carpet in our jean shorts Controller wouldn’t make it to the couch. Cords not long enough, our legs would fall asleep. While getting up, you just might say “Ouch!”
Floating. I hover on the pedal copter. Can’t believe I just passed Mustique. Make sure I have a controller in hand with a turbo option. Gotta pound the C button!
Gotta grab foodstuffs, gotta punch the bad guys. Boxing glove’s in front of the bike. Don’t take no damage, you don’t wanna lose life. All the while, concentrate on your flight.
Floating. I hover on the pedal copter. Using my legs kinetic energy. Distance I cover on the pedal copter. But I’m just hitting C rapidly.
15 – COLD OUTSIDE
It’s cold outside. It’s snowing and I will stay home. Today, my plan is to play some games with all of my friends. Intense competition.
Soul Calibur for Dreamcast will be an excellent chance to hang out. Sit next to the fireplace after a long day sledding.
Sitting on the floor. Looking outside through the window, snow is flyin’. Always enjoy wearing long sleeves. Playing my games on the TV.
Outside the snowy scenery blows easily through the breezy wind. You see, I’m enjoying playing a game when snow is deep.
It’s cold outside. It’s snowing and I will stay home. Today, my plan is to play some games with all of my friends. Friendly competition.
Eternal Champions, Genesis. Will be an excellent chance to hang out. Sit next to the fireplace after a long day working.
Sitting on the floor. Looking outside through the window, snow is flyin’. Always enjoy wearing long sleeves. Playing my games on the TV.
Outside the snowy scenery blows easily through the breezy wind. You see, I’m enjoying playing a game when snow is deep.
16 – CRANIAL SEWAGE
Fire up the Sega, now I’m playin’ Golden Axe. A little apprehensive walkin’ down the Fiend’s Path. Immerse myself. Now I’m havin’ a blast. Tyris’ magic will make ya gasp. Major detail in the graphics.
Maxin’ out the Genesis video chips. Arcade blew me away. What can I say? Best looking game in that day and age. Time flew away when I used to play. On Genesis, there’s a bonus stage.
You could fight a duel with another fool. Plug in a second pad, I’ll take ya to school. Run real fast, PLOW! With a shoulder blast. Knock ya on ya ass, lose ya life bars fast. Or if ya want, try a one player romp.
Fight through a gauntlet, put ya on the spot. Fight multiple tough enemies at once. Gotta run n’ jump, chop, take ’em out stunned. Plowin’ through foes, all the while, havin’ fun. Scourin’ for those blue bottles of potion.
Immersed in the Genesis game Golden Axe. A little apprehensive walkin’ down the Fiend’s Path. Got a full stash of blue magic. Take ’em out fast, now I’ve finally had it.
Ruthless raid across terrain never seen in a game. Let me put it this way. The people of Turtle Village have been ransacked and pillaged. It’s your mission to rescue those who live there. Obliterate instigators of the warfare.
It’s a long haul to the castle. Sworn enemy Death Adder takes a weapon you once had in ya hand. Takin’ advantage of the Turtle Village. Sic his henchmen on all those innocents. Max blood spillage. Cranial sewage.
Command a dragon and make him breathe fire on all of your enemies. Burn their extremities. Don’t let him get away. ‘Cause you need him to slay all of your enemies. Leave them no remedies. Use all your expertise. Next level, let’s reprise.
A little apprehensive, walkin’ down the Fiend’s Path. A little apprehensive, walkin’ down the Fiend’s Path. A little apprehensive, walkin’ down the Fiend’s Path. A little apprehensive, walkin’ down the Fiend’s Path.
Close to vicinity of the castle. But I ain’t shakin’ in my boots, I’m a master. Every time I play the game, finish it faster. Movin’ up in rank, gettin’ me an A grade.
Fun campaign, challenge every time I play. Arcade port, XBLA. A real fun time when it’s played online. A real fun time playin’ side by side.
Playin’ Golden Axe on the 6-Pak. When I think back to the years that I can’t forget. Playin’ Golden Axe with my best friend. Want the game to never end. Tough to beat enemies. Death Adder wants me deceased. Difficulty increase. Make ’em rest in peace.
Playin’ Golden Axe in the arcade. Nearly every single day. Coins pay, pockets full of change. Blows away and tames nearly half the games put out even today. Don’t even play the remake.
Prayin’ for a time in the future with a Golden Axe for the current gen, playin’ like it used ‘ta. Prayin’ for a time in the future with a Golden Axe for the current gen, playin’ like it used ‘ta. Either a side scroller or a third person viewpoint.
Now I’m plain’ Golden Axe. A little apprehensive walkin’ down the Fiend’s Path. Immerse myself. Now I’m havin’ a blast. The main warrior, Ax, he casts Earth spells. Animation graphics; major detail.
Four slots in his magic meter. Long sword is his trademark death dealer. Ax Battler’s mom killed by Death Adder. Same fate to the parents of Tyris Flare. Gilius Thunderhead’s brother became dead for the same reason.
They fight in unison. Motivated. No way they’re losin’. Stompin’ the enemies. Tryin’ to take the least damage I can at the level’s end. Boss battle will do ya in.
You could fight a duel with another warrior. Beat an enemy, there’s another in store for ya. High stakes; the challenge, great. Every time I hit power got a clean slate. Choose my fate every time I hit play.
Immersed in the Genesis game Golden Axe. A little apprehensive walkin’ down the Fiend’s Path. Got a full stash of blue magic. Take ’em out fast, now I’ve finally had it.
Ruthless raid across terrain never seen in a game. Let me put it this way. The people of Turtle Village have been ransacked and pillaged. It’s your mission to rescue those who live there. Obliterate instigators of the warfare.
It’s a long haul to the castle. Sworn enemy Death Adder takes a weapon you once had in ya hand. Takin’ advantage of the Turtle Village. Sic his henchmen on all those innocents. Max blood spillage. Cranial sewage.
Command a dragon and make him breathe fire on all of your enemies. Burn their extremities. Don’t let him get away. ‘Cause you need him to slay all of your enemies. Leave them no remedies. Use all your expertise. Next level, let’s reprise.
17 – KEEPIN’ A CHICKEN LIZARD TAME
A memory that’ll always stay. Playin’ Golden Axe back in the day. Stayin’ up late to beat the game. Ridin’ a dragon that spits flames.
A memory that’ll always stay. Playin’ Golden Axe back in the day. Concentrate to beat the game. Keepin’ a chicken lizard tame.
When your 6-Pak won’t fire up and you’ve given up. Your gameplay experience expired, but you wanna keep the fun momentum. Yet, you breathe into the bottom of the cartridge and nothin’ happens.
Give a try to this trusty method I’ve developed. After many years of extreme frustration. Playin’ games on systems with dirty pin connections.
A memory that’ll always stay. Playin’ Golden Axe back in the day. Stayin’ up late to beat the game. Ridin’ a dragon that spits flames.
A memory that’ll always stay. Playin’ Golden Axe back in the day. Concentrate to beat the game. Keepin’ a chicken lizard tame.
Prepare to transfer air where the pins connect. Bring it back alive with your lungs and your breath. Pump blood into the veins of the warriors in the game. If you wanna be the elf, hurry while choosing!
I will scoop him up if you’re undecided. Always use him when I’m fightin’ in gameplay. Battlin’ with the lowest magic but the biggest melee.
A memory that’ll always stay. Playin’ Golden Axe back in the day. Stayin’ up late to beat the game. Ridin’ a dragon that spits flames.
A memory that’ll always stay. Playin’ Golden Axe back in the day. Concentrate to beat the game. Keepin’ a chicken lizard tame.
Must shatter the control of evil Death Adder. He captured the king and his daughter, now I’m after him and the Golden Axe. Controller in hand. Travel through the land of Yuria fast!
So I can make an epic save, be the hero of the day. Use my melee attack. Slash and hack. Slash and hack. Never turn my back. Make it to the final point on the map.
A memory that’ll always stay. Playin’ Golden Axe back in the day. Stayin’ up late to beat the game. Ridin’ a dragon that spits flames.
A memory that’ll always stay. Playin’ Golden Axe back in the day. Concentrate to beat the game. Keepin’ a chicken lizard tame.
Pick a cartridge from the shelf. Try it for yourself. If we’re playing Golden Axe, I’ll probably be the elf. In between the levels we will attack gnomes for health. We will always hack and slash. We’ll use very little stealth.
We will take Death Adder down. Make the village safe and sound. Bring the kingdom back to how it was before enemies came around. After Adder, put Death Bringer six feet underground.
A memory that’ll always stay. Playin’ Golden Axe back in the day. Stayin’ up late to beat the game. Ridin’ a dragon that spits flames.
A memory that’ll always stay. Playin’ Golden Axe back in the day. Concentrate to beat the game. Keepin’ a chicken lizard tame.
A memory that’ll always stay. Playin’ Golden Axe back in the day. Stayin’ up late to beat the game. Ridin’ a dragon that spits flames.
A memory that’ll always stay. Playin’ Golden Axe back in the day. Concentrate to beat the game. Keepin’ a chicken lizard tame.
18 – IN A JAM
In a jam. Fightin’ Eggman. Flash in the pan. Was what I became the first time I ran through the course. It was a challenge of sorts. No rings. Just one on one, you battling Robotnik.
He can crush Sonic in the pods that project from the floor trap. Electricity in between opportunities for attacking.
Eight hits and you finished your main quest. But did you grab all of those emeralds?
In a jam. Fightin’ Eggman. Carefully plan every single jump. Don’t get stuck in a spot where you could get crushed or zapped like a bug from the spark ball scud.
Yes, indeed you have no rings. Ultimate test of dexterity. Robotnik flees after you complete. One final hit, now you’re treated to the ending.
Eight hits! Finish your main quest. But did you nab all six rock slabs?
19 – EXTENDED PIXELATED BLUR
My collection of games is extensive. Yes, I rarely go to the arcade. ‘Cause when I walk downstairs to the basement, I find every game I’ve wanted to play.
Yes, I have championed nearly every one. But there’s always a new challenge, ’cause I make adjustments to the difficulty. No longer do I play every game on easy.
I fight all the way to the boss at the end. I stay up ’till the sun says “Hello, my friend.” He says “You should get yourself some sleep, but I’m proud of the score you achieved.”
For the duration of my life, it’s been an extensive pixelated blur, for sure. Polygonal lands. Born with controller in hand. I had a plastic slab with a d-pad and face buttons
to ensure control of every move. Never let an enemy outta my view. Takin’ out every single room, goin’ through trial and error. Face the problem different ways.
Always monitor my life gauge. Keep an eye on it during the final stage. The antagonist is big-time pissed. Final showdown between you and him.
Gotta study his patterns and attacks. The entire game has boiled down to this match. Memorized every special, every trick in the bag. Now it’s time to unveil what I really have.
No way will I let this game kick my ass. I’ve played to achieve much more than that. See, I got the strategy guide in my lap. I got the drive to pass the final map.
We’re on our way to Big Fun. Wireless competitions during the long car trip. I picked up Greendog the Beached Surfer Dude!, purchased a footbag from Sunshine Too.
For the duration of my life, it’s been an extensive pixelated blur, for sure. Polygonal lands. Born with controller in hand. I had a plastic slab with a d-pad and face buttons
to ensure control of every command. Pry the controller out my cold, dead hands. Addicted to adrenaline. Ask my stance on video games today, now’s my chance
to explain what I really think ’bout these games. Do I approve how over time they’ve changed? Am I offended by info collected while I’m signed on, plugged into the network?
Ask me what I think about every single detail in the privacy policy. When I put the CD in the tray, do I give my rights away? Should I disconnect from Live, play the old fashioned way?
DRM glitches plague my Live Arcade. If I’m not online, some become trial games. Even when I’m on, some still are unpaid, ’till I redownload them from my dashboard.
We’re on our way to Big Fun. Wireless competitions during the long car trip. I picked up Greendog the Beached Surfer Dude!, purchased a footbag from Sunshine Too.
For the duration of my life, it’s been an extensive pixelated blur, for sure. Polygonal lands. Born with controller in hand. I had a plastic slab with a d-pad and face buttons to ensure.
20 – WHEN I WAS YOUNG
Every day, when I was young, I always had to write stuff down. Lyrics to songs that came to mind, and strategies for the games of mine.
Tear off a piece of notebook. Stick it in my pocket, look at it when I got home. End the frustration, beat the zone.
Back then, you didn’t have to try too hard in school to get by. This gave me plenty of free time to devise strategy.
Workin’ it all out in my head while I should be studyin’. Thinkin’ of ways to reach the end. Beat the game like a champion.
Tear off a piece of notebook. Bring it home, begin to cook up a plan. Reach the end of the zone that gave me problems.
Yes, it is true. Back in third grade, my priorities weren’t straight. Sitting in class, for hours I’d wait. The end of day classroom escape.
Back then you didn’t have to try too hard to do good. That’s why my main concern when I was in class was to figure out how to pass the level I was stuck on. I would meddle plans beyond anything ever seen in my history video gaming.
Every day, when I had time for free play, I’d go outside. Think up of games I’d like to play. Write them down at the end of the day.
Fleshing out all the characters. Backstory for every one. Designing the environments with my colored pencil collection.
Tear off a piece of napkin. It contains my latest invention. Concept art. A multi-tiered stage for a fighting game never to appear.
It will exist only in theory. A concept drawing on a page. These are dime a dozen these days, but without them, there’d be no games.
Every day, when I was young, I always had to write stuff down. Lyrics to songs that came to mind. And strategies for the games of mine.
21 – WHY’S IT GOTTA STOP?
Thank you very much for stickin ’round and playin’ this game. It’s a shame it came to an ending. I’m sure ya fingers throb, if ya got a three button controller. The D pad really hurts after over an hour bot slaying.
But that should be the time frame you try to beat the game within. Easier said than done, it’s an achievement. Can’t seem to get it, but I’m workin on it.
Now that we’ve reached the end, what have we accomplished? Sonic 1 had six gems to snitch. Seven were contained in this game. Sonic 2. Saw it through. Time to move on to somethin’ new.
Beat it once again. In unprecedented fashion. Record timin’. We should go head to head in the two player mode. Big time battle.
Big time battle! Big time battle!
How come now that time has passed, we no longer laugh? Enjoy the things we used to, just have fun. No, now we can’t. All the scheduling, timing, just to get together, grab some rings. But no longer do we do these things.
Why’s it gotta stop? Bring the fun up to a halt. Just because the clock moved ahead; it’s no one’s fault.
We gotta make sure…(We clear?) We don’t become absurd…(Do ya hear?) Imaginationless, just because we’re older.
BONUS TRACKS
22 – PINBALL WINDFALL
ALL SNARE DRUM SOUNDS SAMPLED FROM REAL PINBALL FLIPPERS
Grippin’ the flippers. Man, I’m hittin’ the kickers. Achievin’ the high score while colored strobe lights flicker on the board. I’m playin’ a pinball game at the bowling alley on a rainy day.
Insert two coins for one play. Pull the plunger. Strike the ball with the force of wind and thunder. Shoot it up into the playfield. Hit your target like Baker Mayfield.
On a six-and-a-half-degree incline. React properly to keep the ball alive. Use the flippers. Catch the ball, turn ’em into grippers. Fling that thing, hit your target with a ripper.
Redirect the ball. Never, ever let it fall to the bottom of the board. Choose a different protocol. Hit the pop bumpers, give the ball a couple jumpers. The kickers and the slingshots always make you wonder where the
ball is gonna go! Where’s the pinball gonna go? Down the middle of the lane or in a rollover zone? A drop target hole or a saucer? Explode when you insert the coins, give the plunger a throw! Where’s it gonna go? Where’s the pinball gonna go? In a scoop, in a moat? Head to head, toe to toe? In a tournament, playin’ for the glory and the prize. Maybe in your basement, Banzai Run from ’89.
Avoid a tilt, but hit a nudge, just because you’d like to keep your game goin’, havin’ so much fun. Have a ton of quarters in pocket. Now, time to rock it. Hit a stationary target or a multiball socket.
How many points can you attain in the pinball game? Can you process all the action in your brain? Can you make the ball behave when it’s time to play? When you walk in the arcade at the end of the day?
A whirlwind spinner. Yes, this gimmick is a winner. If you’re a beginner you’ll wish your skills were much bigger. Gates block your ball from going a certain way. A stopper between the flippers keeps defeat at bay.
Activate a special mission or a bonus game. Never let random chance have the final say. Hit a quick tilt when your ball’s in the outlane. Get it in, get a tournament win; celebrate!
Where’s it gonna go? Where’s the pinball gonna go? Down the middle of the lane or in a rollover zone? A drop target hole or a saucer? Explode when you insert the coins, give the plunger a throw! Where’s it gonna go? Where’s the pinball gonna go? In a scoop, in a moat? Head to head, toe to toe? In a tournament, playin’ for the glory and the prize. Maybe in your basement, Frankenstein from ’95.
Man, you’re doin’ your best, but you just let the ball fall between the flippers once again. If you wanna win first or second in the tournament, better turn around and get points like a savage.
Get a free game. Match the numbers on the display. Active bumpers shoot you every which way. Solenoid sends me into the void. When I return, I get burned to my opponent’s joy.
Interactive backglass. Catchy graphics. Eye-popping design, ’89, Bad Cats. Theatre of Magic. Super tragic outcome if I don’t learn the angles real fast.
Been playin’ on the same coin for a long time. Onlookers multiply as my score climbs. Catch the ball in the flipper at the drop of a dime. And now I hit a prime line, and my score is enshrined.
Where’s it gonna go? Where’s the pinball gonna go? Down the middle of the lane or in a rollover zone? A drop target hole or a saucer? Explode when you insert the coins, give the plunger a throw! Where’s it gonna go? Where’s the pinball gonna go? In a scoop, in a moat? Head to head, toe to toe? In a tournament, playin’ for the glory and the prize. Maybe in your basement, Banzai Run from ’89. Where’s it gonna go? Where’s the pinball gonna go? Down the middle of the lane or in a rollover zone? A drop target hole or a saucer? Explode when you insert the coins, give the plunger a throw! Where’s it gonna go? Where’s the pinball gonna go? In a scoop, in a moat? Head to head, toe to toe? In a tournament, playin’ for the glory and the prize. Maybe in your basement, Frankenstein from ’95.
23 – THE CARFETERIA FEATURING MC SNAX
The Carfeteria is where I eat food. Always buy something to chew every time I’m on the move. Spendin’ big cash fast on a chicken nugget batch. Got a tray in the back. When I eat, it’s on my lap.
Got an Arby’s card, buy one get one sandwich. Flash it in the drive-thru. That piece of plastic is magic. I need some curly fries, too. And samplin’ of a side salad. Yes, I made out like a bandit.
…The Carfeteria. I eat there every day. Crumbs accumulate. Spill stains often take place. Fries between the seats. They have been there for weeks. They live among spare change, mints, and wrappers for sweets.
Got a cup holder that I need to clean. It’s obscene. At this point for me, a spotless car is a pipe dream. I might seem like I’m not tidy. My car is hiding crumbs and change in the seams and siding.
Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! …You do it when you’re on the move. Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! You do it, do it, ’cause you, ’cause you have to. Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! …You do it when you’re on the move. Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! You do it, do it, ’cause you love the drive-thru.
Now not too many have mastered the art of eatin’ food like Big Snax has in the car. Though, I still make a mess and my car’s unsightly. The skill takes time, don’t take it lightly.
But I could eat a bowl of soup while my homie drives down a bumpy dirt road, and my food still survives. But like Don will tell ya, don’t be reckless. Drive with hands at 10 and 2, not while eatin’ breakfast.
There’s no joy sweeter than eatin’ in your car, but you should only do it if you’re safely parked. And if you’re scared to make a mess, it doesn’t have to be hard. You can start with something simple, like a protein bar.
But me? I like to hit up the drive-thru. Find a nice place to park with a scenic view. Outside my ride I confide no meal is complete. So yo, Particle Don, tell our homies where we eat!
Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! …You do it when you’re on the move. Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! You do it, do it, ’cause you, ’cause you have to. Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! …You do it when you’re on the move. Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! You do it, do it, ’cause you love the drive-thru.
If you’re on the go, get some fries. Many times I have purchased potatoes cut into straight lines. Buy them with change you find. Fill your stomach, free your mind. Never operate a vehicle and eat at the same time.
Unless you’re at a stop light, and you’ve got your eyes wide. You don’t wanna get in a wreck or cause a side swipe. I like eatin’ food from Five Guys, ’cause it travels really nice in the car when I drive. Day or night.
The abyss is the spot between my seat and center console. I’ve dropped enough food in there to feed the student council. When I vacuum, gonna whistle a happy tune. It’s long overdue, many crumbs have accrued.
Many spills have taken place, many french fries went to waste. One time waffle fries fell outta my lap all over the place. Lost my entire snack across my floor mat. It set me back. Made me sad. I’ll never forget that.
Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! …You do it when you’re on the move. Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! You do it, do it, ’cause you, ’cause you have to. Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! …You do it when you’re on the move. Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! You do it, do it, ’cause you love the drive-thru.
Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! …You do it when you’re on the move. Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! You do it, do it, ’cause you, ’cause you have to. Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! …You do it when you’re on the move. Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! Where do ya eat? IN THE CAR! You do it, do it, ’cause you must eat food.
24 – I JUST SPENT SIXTY BUCKS AT THE DOLLAR TREE
I just spent sixty bucks at the Dollar Tree. Ended up with crayons, glue, and string. How did this happen to me? I walked into this store for only one thing. Now, several bags I’m carrying. So much for downsizing.
I just spent sixty bucks at the Dollar Tree. Uncontrollable shopping spree. Got paper clips and candy. I walked into this store for only one thing. Now, home I bring DVDs. So much for downsizing.
So many items in my arms, that I had to grab a cart. Where do I start? Garbage bags or in the aisle with crafts and art? Mini chocolate bars. Didn’t expect my bill to be this large. My excitement? Off the charts. They’ve got Tic-Tacs and Sweet Tarts.
Greeting cards. Happy birthday and thank you. They are two for a dollar. Pick some up for weddings, birthdays, baby showers. Yes, I got a calculator that I didn’t even need. On the back of the box it says this item contains mercury.
The Dollar Tree allows me to get the things I need, but three twenties left my wallet during this epic shopping spree. I went overboard. My grand total soared. Every item grabbed contributed to the double-digit price tag.
I did bad. Somehow bought dishwasher tabs. Ended up with push pins. Mini cups. A sketchpad. Staples. Wooden clothes clips. Gloves for your hands. Coloring books and birthday party loot bags.
I just spent sixty bucks at the Dollar Tree. Ended up with crayons, glue, and string. How did this happen to me? I walked into this store for only one thing. Now, several bags I’m carrying. So much for downsizing.
I just spent sixty bucks at the Dollar Tree. Uncontrollable shopping spree. Got paper clips and candy. I walked into this store for only one thing. Now, home I bring DVDs. So much for downsizing.
How do they do it? Everything’s a dollar. And they’ve got name brands. Everything from home supplies to pens and checkout impulse grabs. Sticky putty. Thumb tacks. Also, mini tissue packs. Stack after stack of maps on a spinning display rack.
Fifty-six items after tax. How ’bout that? I got me some colored sand and some mix for bubble baths. Tabletop place mats and flash cards for math. I got ten divider tabs and a box of waxy crayons.
Yes, they do have snacks. Cookies. Plastic silverware. Trays. Napkins. Paper towels. I could be in there for days. They have paper plates. Stacking games with unique shapes. Dollar Tree detour; put a smile up on ya face.
I got some neon glow sticks and a bubble blowing kit. I feel too legit to quit as I grab magnetic clips for my fridge. Food containers. Clothes hangers. It’s a trip. Yes, I am an addict. Got a glue stick and a new bucket.
I just spent sixty bucks at the Dollar Tree. Ended up with crayons, glue, and string. How did this happen to me? I walked into this store for only one thing. Now, several bags I’m carrying. So much for downsizing.
I just spent sixty bucks at the Dollar Tree. Uncontrollable shopping spree. Got paper clips and candy. I walked into this store for only one thing. Now, home I bring DVDs. So much for downsizing.
I just spent sixty bucks at the Dollar Tree. Ended up with crayons, glue, and string. How did this happen to me? I walked into this store for only one thing. Now, several bags I’m carrying. So much for downsizing.
I just spent sixty bucks at the Dollar Tree. Uncontrollable shopping spree. Got paper clips and candy. I walked into this store for only one thing. Now, home I bring DVDs. So much for downsizing.
25 – SICK OF IT
I can’t stand it. Man, I’ll tell you, I’ve famished. Hunger for Christmas is large. I need a sandwich. I need somethin’ to keep me from ‘causin’ damage. Sick of it, sick of it, sick of it. I’m a savage.
It’s time to ravage and cause pain across the planet. It’s time to prove that I’m sick of it and I can’t stand it. You have landed on an island. Now you’re stranded. Sick of it, sick of it, sick of it. I’m a maverick.
My name is Jack Skellington! I don’t have any hair. A few months before Christmas, I had a nightmare. I’m sick of Halloween. And I’m super lonely. Sally is the only one who understands me.
One night while wandering, I came across a magic tree with a portal to Christmas Town. An insane thing. Couldn’t believe what I saw. It was amazing. Everyone was happy. No one was complaining.
Now I plan my own Christmas celebration. To share with my fellow townsfolk the sensation of pure joy and love. But I can’t explain it. Can’t explain Christmas and all the love contained in it.
The only way that they’ll know what I’m tryin’ to say is to take over Christmas town without delay. Sally tries to tell me no, but I don’t listen. Tell her “Make me a coat!” I’ve got my evil intuition.
I can’t stand it. Man, I’ll tell you, I’ve famished. Hunger for Christmas is large. I need a sandwich. I need somethin’ to keep me from ‘causin’ damage. Sick of it, sick of it, sick of it. I’m a savage.
It’s time to ravage and cause pain across the planet. It’s time to prove that I’m sick of it and I can’t stand it. You have landed on an island. Now you’re stranded. Sick of it, sick of it, sick of it. I’m a maverick.
Take Santa straight to Oogie Boogie, the boogeyman. Sally tried to save Santa, so he could stop Jack, but Sally got captured, too. Now she’s in danger. Christmas Town’s people notice the behavior
of Santa has changed. That’s ’cause Jack took his place. From the sky, wicked, evil presents rain. Jack’s under attack. He was shot out the sky. He decides now it’s time for Oogie Boogie to die.
Walks into the lair, now he fights the boogeyman. Rips apart the bad guy with his bare hands. Bugs n’ slugs fall out of Oogie’s body. They fall into the cauldron and continue rotting.
Jack promises he’ll return Christmas Town to the way it was found. All the people gather ’round and they play in the snow while Jack and Sally go to the graveyard and let their hearts glow.
I can’t stand it. Man, I’ll tell you, I’ve famished. Hunger for Christmas is large. I need a sandwich. I need somethin’ to keep me from ‘causin’ damage. Sick of it, sick of it, sick of it. I’m a savage.
It’s time to ravage and cause pain across the planet. It’s time to prove that I’m sick of it and I can’t stand it. You have landed on an island. Now you’re stranded. Sick of it, sick of it, sick of it. I’m a maverick.
26 – WALKIN’ THE ROPES
Opponents burn and crash when Facade attacks. Puttin’ backs to mats. Leavin’ ’em flat. Starin’ up at the lights, their dream smashed. Opponents don’t last, ’cause he moves so fast.
Enemies meet their match when Facade hits a plancha like an acrobat. Opponents he is sure to dispatch. Facade attains victory and the others get the axe.
Walkin’ the ropes. Leapin’ post to post. Makin’ the most of every chance to turn opponents to toast. A neon ninja, traveling the world. Wearing bright tights under spot lights. He can grapple or fist fight.
Leapin’ to the outside. Damaging his enemy every single time. He is now in his prime. Facade’s rising to the top. The choice pick of the crop. Never forgot where he came from. Sportin’ dreadlocks.
Opponents burn and crash when Facade attacks. Puttin’ backs to mats. Uploadin’ a foot to your face, no data caps. His opponents don’t last, ’cause he moves so fast.
Enemies meet their match when Facade hits a plancha like an acrobat. Doin’ cardio, jumpin’ rope, runnin’ mad laps. Takes it to the max. I’m only statin’ facts.
Spin kickin’, back flippin, rope walkin’, dreadlockin’. When he’s wrestlin’, no exception, he’s the best inside the ring during competition. See him fly high during every exhibition.
The perfect synthesis of sweetness and bitterness. Peanut butter and honey. Chocolate and citrus. Climbin’ to the top rope and doin’ front flips. Exposin’ enemies as idiots and dimwits.
Opponents burn and crash when Facade attacks. Puttin’ backs to mats. Hits a flapjack, then the crowd cheers and claps. His opponents don’t last. Puts ’em in the past.
Enemies meet their match when Facade hits a plancha like an acrobat. If you try to kick his ass, better cover your tracks. ‘Cause when he finds ya’s when your back snaps in a torture rack.
Wearin’ a Gi when he comes to the ring. Inside the squared circle, he can do anything. It’s just like he’s in a videogame. Insane spectacle. He can take it to the air, brawl, or chain wrestle.
Entertained fans in Thailand, Russia, US, Singapore, Malaysia, Japan. Went to India and brought back a cat. Flew all over the map, now he will crash a phoenix splash.
Top notch skills during competition. See him fly high during every exhibition. Among the top names every time I pay admission so they let me in the front door to be a witness.
Ninjaguri. Leave your vision blurry. Maxin’ and relaxin’ through his epic journey. Hittin’ power moves. His submission skills send chills down the spines of those who know his hunger’s never fulfilled.
Opponents burn and crash when Facade attacks. Puttin’ backs to mats. Topé suicida. Jumpin’ through the rope gaps. Facade will storm through the ranks is the current forecast.
Enemies meet their match when Facade hits a plancha like an acrobat. Among his accolades? Belts, trophies, and plaques. Eatin’ opponents for snacks. They’re takin’ three second naps.
Opponents burn and crash when Facade attacks. Puttin’ backs to mats. His skills are sharper than tacks, his move list is stacked. His gameplan has no flaws, loopholes, or cracks.
Enemies meet their match when Facade hits a plancha like an acrobat. Flyin’ through the air like a madman. Jumps atop a group of opponents, leave ’em layin’ like dead rats.
