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Through this podcast SFP is creating an extended universe through the use of guitar based pop songs. The tale is both episodic and serial. As of the COVID lock down the SFPeeniverse consisted of 7 Broadway style musicals. This is ambitious stuff. The conceit is that an '84 Chevy El Camino acts as a TARDIS catalyst connecting the characters to unlimited story telling opportunities.
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Nov 27, 2017

PARANOID

I'm a paranoid sucker 'cause I know they're out to get me

And my fists with a wish for a laid back twist

And surviving turned to thriving turned to starving turned to what

In an icon fractured clog bogged down when it's found

All around a different town or city dwelling yelling nothing

At an existential fog or bog or something else entirely

Or a laser or a frog toed sloppy domed slow burn

Other sucker looser with a punch a bunch of these here

Unrehearsed gems floating down again but then again

A friend has other needs feed iambic tantric greed

Got a surfing webbed foot soot choked smoke it up

Smoke it up suck it down don't cough cough cough

Been a jealous zealous fool guy why fry wide eyed

Sky up below or throw the other one again or then

Did I say she was a friend when or then is when again

How's now let it go or else it bows so here we go

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Man she leans and she dips and she drinks and she strips

And she swerves and she curves and she knows and she glows

But she hears and she nears and she queers and she lears

When she lunges and she plunges and she hinges and she plummets

As she cries and she lies and she flies and she sighs

If she knows and she grows and she slows and she flows

If she was or she must or she's just or she's rust

When she flips and she dips and she rips and she sips

As she kisses and she misses and she hisses and she disses

Then she fucks and she sucks and she trucks and she mucks

For she screams and she dreams and she beams and she reams

And she straps and she naps and she raps and she straps

'Cause she fights and sh's right and she's might and she's night

And she's day and she's here and she's far and she's near

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When the paranoia took me like a volcano it shook me

The tsunami was a birthrite and the actress got the words right

If it ever didn't happen then I thought it maybe might

If there ever was a doubt it wasn't right

My soliloquy is broken like a wrestling gimmick

My cantankerous mind failed to lure or to mimic

Felt betrayed when she stayed and bereft when she left

Felt a cringe become a frown and I put that sucker down

If there ever was a modern one it never came to me

If there ever was another one to see

Back it up now you're good cut it hard tap the brake

Slake the thirst you're the worst kiss the night

Float above the fray

Let it go.

 

Dave - guitars, vocals, mandolin, banjo

Brian - bass, engineering, mixing

Andy - drums and percussion

Ian - mastering

1 Comments
  • six and a half years ago
    Kurt Deemer
    That’s some wild ass shit brother complete with cowbells and banjos
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