This Progressive Rock Concept Album (PRCA) grew from some of my ancient roots including coffee, knotty pine and The Firesign Theatre. Especially 1971's I Think We're All Bozos On This Bus where, after a short bus ride, the Brotherhood Of Zips & Others arrive at the future and gather under the Big Blue B. While the Bozos strive to live in the future ("It's just starting now!"), the round-up has come and the Cowboys are demanding that the past is here to stay. These old-school lads know how to have a cow. Saving the past means punching you in the face really hard. That's why the Bozos have to wear a rubber nose. Can we save the future? Can we share the future?
the lyrics…
a passing madman
what the frack!
what the frack am I?
he's a ship in a bottle
on a vast ocean
that floats in a bucket
in the land of goshen
I can see the sky
where the blazes am I?
step right up
he's a sample in a jar
he's a passing madman
he's going way too far
can you help me find
there's a party in my mind
step right up
see where all the talk has led
he's a madman passing
through the inside of his head
secret agency man
secret agency man
secret agency man
FUN with MY COMA
step right up, dear friends, and see the specimen in a jar!
see your fellow man in his natural state of containment
you sir, there sir, I do say why don't you dare sir
step right up and get three pokes for a dollar-
the lucky poker wins a sudden eruption of cosmic wisdom
share some laughs with your family and friends
it's all for the better
step right up- three pokes for a dollar
it's a custom revelatory ride when we look
down the jar and see what's inside
my brain has its own atmosphere just for me
where gasses my neurons are venting hover like fog
gathering steam and forming a clog and soon to erupt
then we will all have FUN with MY COMA
my brain is a bladder of visions I hear nature calling
in blathering voices in a gathering pool
my order from chaos shipped up from me
and delivered on time
the answers, dear friends, are blowing my mind
my brain is a rumbling landscape
I feel the tremors of the eruption to come
when I'll know the sum
then we'll have FUN
when I wake up from…
step right up- get three pokes for a dollar
It's a custom revelatory ride when we look
down the jar and see what's inside
(ride)
and there you have it dear friends thanks to my brain
my custom revelations are all that remain
after the cosmos has driven me insane
my ship sails in the bottle from which all wisdom pours
God is pouring mine that's why I do not need yours
on having a head
I know you're not real
and neither am I
I would never know that's true
if not for knowing you
even though my gratitude
has no source or destination
I saw the whole thing happen
I don't need a confirmation
poke him with a stick
let him feel the prick
no one's got it in gear
no one's gotten in here
do I have to ask permission
or take expert advice
on having no commission
on how to toss the dice
when Hippo hears a who
the man who swings the hammer
on the man who drives the nail
through the man who gets the point
where there's nothing to impale
the man has got a swing
but he hasn't got a clue
the hammer hits the nail
from another point of view
here and now?
wait and see
have a cow?
who is asking me?
they say there isn't time
but they haven't got a clue
no one knows their what to do
until Hippo hears a who
point of view?
here and now
what to do?
stay tuned and stick around
for page two
he loved the here and now
but it was a tragedy
he was going it alone
he wasn't asking me
instead he missed the point
of hiding in the loo
if no one's by themselves
when Hippo hears a who
point of view?
have a cow
what to do?
here and now
wishing to construe
look out for every clue
in a moment we'll conclude
when Hippo hears a who
here and now?
wait and see
have a cow?
now you're kidding me
point of view?
Johnny on the spot
what to do?
to be or not
another cow?
stick around
see it now
the cowboys are coming
the cowboys are coming
back from the shadows
lads will be punching
everybody's buttons
run for your face
or shelter in place
cowboys are hungry
they're gonna want a sandwich
quick brace the door
we just waxed the floor
the round up is coming
all the trucks are running
what they waitin' for?
cheddar and ham?
pb and jam
everyone is askin'
will they use a napkin?
we'll have to wait and see
the cowboys are coming
hide the winnebago
look for the lads when
all the dogs are barking
here come the blows
run for your nose
the cowboys are coming
make them a sandwich
break out the jam
as fast as you can
before they demand
where on the bread
the jam must be spread
it's nobody's business
it's not for them to say
no matter how we slice it
there's gonna come a day
the round up is coming
all the dogs will bark
the sandwich will be ready
with napkins held steady
should things come apart
the cowboys are coming
back from the shadows
look for the lads where
all the trucks are parking
run for your face
or shelter in place
cowboys are cool if we
make them a sandwich
kick out the jam
as fast as you can
the round-up is coming
all the trucks are parking
kick out the jam
on having no clue
I will remain at large
I will not be bought and sold
if I believe I am in charge
of doing what I'm told
when our cards are on the table
we know we haven't got a clue
our tale is nothing but a fable
meant to tell us what to do
poke me with a stick
I'll perform some cunning trick
if someone else were watching
they'd think I was alive
if I prove it to the living
they would think I have the drive
to have a clue
the not see natzi stomp
(the scene is a political rally addressed by a populist electric guitar. the thumping beat comes from a vast parking lot filled with pick-up trucks. Lads in hats are rhythmically slamming their doors and tailgates.)
we're gonna throw a party
throw it up against the wall
will it cast a shadow
or mean anything at all?
I heard the natzi stomp
ringing through the swamp
they had themselves a fling
but no one saw a thing
do the not see natzi stomp
they will trample in the garden
and bring the party to a close
turn a pipe dream into a crime scene
right under your nose
glare of the glean
welcome, dear friends
here's looking at you
show me what I see
plain and simple
I hunt for any dimple
making me better than you
I know my own mind
I could spot it in a crowd
aggreeable and in line
obedient and loyal
and it comes when I call
most of the time
in my control room
I'm steering your ride
show me what I see
I don't see the forest
nor do I see the trees
I see a field of schemes
I always follow my thoughts
lest I let them get away
all for the better
if I bring out the worst
I should be better than me
says my tin foil hat
Log on Let the news set you ablaze
Log in We can make a smoky haze
Sign up make everything great again
Calling all the forgotten folk
sliding down the slippery slope
We know why the system's broke
The world is like a hefty toke
when I'm downwind from the woke
I'm reaching for the hangman's trope
Put on a shiny tin foil hat
Put on a bright red handy cap
Show them which side your on
One click of my mouse
One pox upon your house
Don't you mess with my destiny
Put on a snowy white bonnet
Put on with magical words on it
show them which side we're on
Let's put on a pointy tin foil hat
Let's put on a bright red handy cap
Show them which side yer on
Log on Let the news set you ablaze
Log in We can raise a smoky haze
Sign up get in on the new Golden Age
Reality shall be overcome
its evil will will be undone
Stand by for what's to come
Put on a tin foil pointy hat
Put on a bright red handy cap
Show them which side we're on
Put on a snowy white bonnet
Put on with magical words on it
Show them which side yer on
Let's put on a pointy tin foil hat
Let's put on tell them that is that
Show them which side yer on
and that is that
Says my tin foil hat
the cowboys are here
the cowboys are here
looking for a home
it used to be here
back when we left them all alone
no one asked for proof
when the lads would raise the roof
if there's something you require
they're gonna start a bonfire
it might seem like a sin
but it's all grandfathered in
the question is in play
who is here to stay?
the cowboys are here
riders on the storm
batten down the gear
barricade the norm
the cowboys are here
quick! hide the future
we may have a chance
while they're putting on their pants
they must contemplate
before it's too late
we got greedy with the future
we cut 'em off in the past
they want their state of nature
we know it won't last
the cowboys are here
going with their gut
lads full of fear
gonna kick some butt
are they taken for a ride?
the cowboys ain't getting on this bus
what does that make the rest of us?
the cowboys are here
so we are the bozos
we're all for the better
start again
the cowboys are here
so we are the bozos
we're all for the better
that every cowboy fears
bozos know better
there's room for improvement
calling the better bozos
the cowboys are here