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The Weird and Wonderful World of The Globs

by The Globs

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1.
The sound of falling stars is ringing in my ears, and crashing cars, ringing in my ears, and burning buildings, ringing in my ears, and screaming children, ringing in my ears. The winds of change are blowing through the streets. The wreck of time has brought me to my knees, The hands of fate have caught me by the throat. It starts to rain and I forgot my coat. It starts to rain...The sound of love and hate is ringing in my ears and choice and fate, ringing in my ears. The sound of nothing ringing in my ears... The sound of empty space is ringing in my ears, and barren wastelands, ringing in my ears, contorted faces, ring- ing in my ears, awkward embraces, ringing in my ears. The sound of mommy screaming in my ears. That sound, that sound, been hearing it for years. The speed of light caught me by surprise. I see my life pass before my eyes. I see my life... The sound of worlds being born is ringing in my ears. The mask of god cracks then disappears. The sound of nothing ringing in my ears...
2.
I read about ‘em in the papers every day. I have seen ‘em in the magazines. “Life’s an adventure,” all the pretty people say, but we got written out of that scene. What’s she wearing? Who’s he fucking? She’s a model! Minutia taking space in our minds. So you don’t notice that your life’s stuck in rewind. Just trying to make the bus stop on time. It’s a wonderful, wonderful, wonderful world, revealed in the bright light of day. But if the bird calls and waterfalls, sunsets and falling stars, don’t rate a casting call, guess we’ll just throw it away. They got professionals and god knows they get paid, to spin a certain view of the world. They use their time and talent making you afraid. Got you hanging on every word. I’d feel safer if I only had a gun. Barbarians are storming the gates. It’s gettin’ dire, build the walls a little higher and grab your piece before it’s too late. But Charlton Heston gave me indigestion. These rabid suggestions won’t stop. For all the trash in the ocean, they’ll sell you their potion and give you the notion that you might just come out on top. There are oceans and jungles and human hearts worth exploring, but I gotta get up and go to work in the morning. This strange compulsion that I’m always ignoring, I wanna go off the rails cause my life is so boring. I got these strategies to get me through the day. I’m trying to reach that zen state of mind. My basic nature keeps on getting in the way. I can’t even make the bus stop on time. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, that gnaw- ing, aching feeling inside. I don’t even bother turning on the light. Don’t know what I’d be trying to find.. But it’s a wonderful, wonderful, wonderful world. As long as you don’t get too attached. It’s a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful world. Too bad it ain’t gonna last. Well they got what you need, you can feed your disease (if you don’t mind standing in line.) So save your dreams and your sorrows for some bright tomorrow, and just try to make the bus stop on time.
3.
I’m climbing up spiral stairs, hoping they lead somewhere. Maybe I’ll find you there. Maybe, maybe..I was happy, without a care then falling into despair. Down a dark street, is someone there? Waiting for me? All my friends, all of my family, everyone has all but abandoned me. I’m looking for one girl who’ll stand with me against the world. I’m trying to hold the line. I’ve seen it start to unwind. I’m watching precious time, wasting away. All my plans started unraveling, my hopes and dreams only a fantasy. I think this could be the last chance for me. I’m falling fast. Cause suddenly, something’s changed. Everyone is acting so strange. I’m hearing voices calling my name..hello? Hello? I never dreamed I was so important that the powers that be would marshall their forces to come looking for me. Of course, it really doesn’t make sense, I know. But all my friends, all of my family, everyone has all but abandoned me. I’m looking for that one girl who’ll stand with me against the world.
4.
Some monkey’s uncle says I’m disgruntled, that I’m headin’ for trouble. I think he better ask someone on the double. I’m ready to rumble and the trouble is that I was never gruntled to begin with. But they say I’m complacent. They say it’s time for me to train my replacement. I think they gonna wanna redact that statement, go hide in the basement. Cause all I wanna do today is sit at home and listen to the radio, radio. Turn on my radio, radio. My work here was done before it had begun. But my numbers are telling. They say nobody’s trying to buy what I’m selling. I think they thinkin’ that they shit don’t be smellin’. But I’m here to tell em: all I’m gonna do today is drive around and listen to the radio, radio. Turn on my radio, radio. Something’s just begun beneath the big, bright sun, and I’m telling everyone. Everyone knows there’s nothing worth listening to on the radio except the background radiation from the universe. That static on my radio... When I woke up this morning, I could’ve sworn I heard the two-minute warning. Or was I snoring cause my life is so boring? Your threats, I’m ignoring. And all I’m gonna do all day is lay and bed and listen to the radio, radio. Turn on my radio, radio. My time here had come before it had begun. Before my race was run.
5.
He said “Things aren’t as they appear to be. Just open your eyes and you will see. Fortune will smile down on thee if only you will listen to me.” He said ‘Wait right here and I’ll be right back.” Then he got into a hot air balloon. He sailed into the inky black and crossed the dark side of the moon, where he locked himself in a room for 45 years and wrote a book entitled “The Sinister Origins of Innocent Fun” I met a girl with world-weary eyes that pierced through all the bullshit and lies. She opened up her heart to me which took me rather by surprise. She said “I’ve got this sinking feeling that there’s something rotten at the heart of it all. Like rat turds in your candy bar or black mold growing in your wall.” I fixed her with a knowing look and I asked her “Have you read this book?” “The Sinister Origins of Innocent Fun” And now that all has come to ruin and our best chances long since past, I wander through these trash-strewn streets and I realize the truth at last. I curse cruel fate with an anguished shout and I wish I never heard about “The Sinister Origins of Innocent Fun”
6.
A lifetime stretched in front of me. A million things that I could be. A million things that I might see. So many possibilities were waiting on the wind. But then this subtle voice crept in. Don’t know from whence it came nor when but it whispered in my ear “Dear friend, don’t fight the tide. You’ll never win. Just turn and walk away” Now I wanna be a tugboat captain, or an engineer driving a branch line. Maybe I could be a drawbridge operator. I see the future, you and me. A little house beside the sea. I’ll be waiting for the killer bees or some other catastrophe to wash it all away. But I hear the warning loud and clear. Like voices calling far and near saying “Please don’t live your life in fear. We only have a short time here. Don’t throw it all away.” Now I wanna be a science fiction writer, who lives in an abandoned lighthouse. Maybe I could be a drawbridge operator. And now the end is drawing near. I sit a stroke my grizzled beard. I could’ve set my dreams a flight. I should’ve but I never tried. I threw it all away. I could’ve been a tugboat captain. I should’ve tried to make something happen. I could’ve been a drawbridge operator.
7.
Taco Tuesday 02:26
I got this crazy, queasy, feeling in my tummy. My eyes are bloodshot, tongue is swollen, nose is runny. I’d see the doctor but I don’t have any money. I’ll be alright but still, I’m feelin’ pretty funny. No, no, no, no, no..! The bills are piling up. I haven’t paid my tickets. I get so riled up. I gotta get a grip. It’s just that I never seem to find the time to fix it. I got this problem and I don’t know how to lick it. No, no, no, no, no....! God help me, god help me. Won’t somebody please tell me what it take to be happy? Another middle-class disaster goes ‘Boo hoo”. But no one’s gonna shed an extra tear on you. You’re one part crazy but you’re two parts lazy too. And you’re just too dumb to take what’s been arranged for you. No, no, no, no, no,... Somebody, somebody, for god’s sake, give me a pill I can take that will keep me awake. That will fix my mistakes. My shrink keeps sayin’ that there’s nothing wrong with me. If I’m so great why am I ain't on T.V.?!
8.
Hey Kid! 03:29
9.
Last thing I remember, I was racing down a long dark tunnel, toward a strange white light. When I got to the other side, I was standing in a check out line and all the airbrushed monsters staring from the magazines. There were suicide bombers and walmart people. The futility of greed, the banality of evil. And it all seemed so surreal. Of these things I have dreamed and played my part in every scene. And I don’t wanna go out kicking and screaming, but I just couldn’t go on believing in a fucking lie. I looked up into the sky, but the gods offered no reply. I lay me down and fell into a dark dream I must be walking in my sleep. Am I still dreaming? Wake up. Wake up! But what about those days at the river? A gentle breeze and the sunlight on your hair. A half cold can of beer, a sweet sadness in your eyes. We were young and brave and the world seemed so alive. And now the poets and the madmen screaming from the rooftops. And all of the lost souls waiting at the bus stop say “What is this thing called life that seems to pass so swiftly by?” And what is the very last thing I’ll remember? The last thing I’ll remember. I must be dreaming. Wake up. Wake up!
10.
Guanine, thymine, cytosine, what’s it all mean? When you got double trouble in your double helix protein machine. And though she’d never admit it, but she don’t get it from nobody...She said excuse me, I think you’ve confused me with L-O-L-A. Next time you reach me, could you please teach me how to spell DNA. And though she’d never admit it, she don’t get it from nobody, nobody. She don’t get that from nobody strange. Nature or nurture? To be sure, it’s a roll of the dice. And if it’s good enough, you’ll be good enough. If it’s good enough, you’ll be good enough for somebody, somebody. You should hold out for somebody strange.
11.
Will you still remember me when the sun boils away the sea? When our city has turned to rust? When our bones crack and crumble all to dust? Bought a ticket for a comet ride. Drank the kool-aid with the cyanide. I’ll pass through the tunnel where stars collide. See you again on the other side. Oh, cockroaches and coca-cola. We stoked the embers of a dying world. And we may be the very last rock n’ rollers or we might already be dead. Will you still remember me if plague should lay waste the land? If I wake from this fever dream, will I even know who I am? Dug a bunker out in the backyard. Bought a Geiger counter with a credit card. A case of aspirin for my throbbing head. Silver bullets underneath my bed. Oh cockroaches and coca-cola. We stoked the embers of a dying world. And we may be the very last rock n’ rollers or we might already be dead. Saved my dreams and sorrows for tomorrow. Then the sky was falling. Death was calling. Love lost and forgotten long ago, long ago... Will you still be by my side? As we gather for one last stand? As the fires engulf the sky, will you and I still be holding hands?
12.
Do you feel weird? I feel weird. What must we do, we two, to make it outta here? It’s something so close, I feel in my bones. And now I don’t know if it will ever let me go. But I’m almost there. I’m almost there. What was that sound? There’s no one around. I’m hearing mysterious music coming up from the ground. But one sour note, got stuck in my throat and no I don’t know if it will ever let me go. But I’m almost there. I’m almost there. Do you feel weird? I feel weird. We missed our last chance at the dance, then our weird wayward world disappeared. We gave up the ghost when we were so close. Almost, almost...

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released March 30, 2020

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The Globs Sacramento, California

The Globs sprang from the mind of Mike R. Mike – also the mouth behind The Bananas. Mike wanted a “punk E Street Band,” so he drew from Sacramento’s always incestuous music scene. First, he tapped Charles Albright, man of a million bands and Christine, she also of many bands. Christine got her dad, Nick, to play piano & sax. The Globs grew to include Craig (Sick Burn) & Jessica (Danger, Inc). ... more

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