Song Lyrics

"Pretentious Poetry Readings"

by Terry Scott Taylor
Album: Miracle Faith Telethon

Excepts from "The Earth Household", "Return Of The Beat Menace", and "Let's Spin!".

The Earth Household.

We chase with the hounds for the meaning of the world, the unattainable meaning of the world,
Now I'm going to run to the other side,
Beyond the borderland of death I ride.

Slip through a tear in the fabric of the world,
The Earth household,
Speak the foreign language of a place beyond the Earth household.

I drink you endlessly toward my hollow heart and wake at night repeating, "How strange, how strange,"
All is touch and vision in a passionate kiss and life's a drab curtain ready to be raised.

Struggle to go somewhere beyond the Earth household,
Go to the other unknowable side of the Earth household,
The Earth household.

Return Of The Beat Menace.

Again you announce, while you whirl and bounce, intentions to pounce on the beat menace,
No woman or man could ever withstand the devious plans of the beat menace.

Come to lay you low, we've come to vex your soul.

Feeling the heat; Hell at your feet,
Don't even speak of the beat menace.
Something to take away your innocence,
Someone to blame it on helps you to defeat dancing in the street.

Come to lay you low, we've come to vex you.

Resolved in your mind; the nature of crime is to swallow the line of the beat menace,
Imagination on the rise again, so hide your heart away,
Dust off the fears and guilts and lies again,
The beat is here to stay.

Your satellites can reach that Eskimo,
He buys a suit and tie, re-styles his hair like girls in Tupelo and sings "Sweet Bye And Bye",
He's meeting all your strange requirements; he thinks you can't be fooled,
He'll get the rules, and laws, and sacraments by sending cheques to you.

We've come to bring you low, we've come to vex your soul.

Let's Spin!

We'll do the shimmy-shimmy shake, the shing-a-ling, and the missionary stew,
And if they punch us in the face, we're going to turn the other cheek and do the cha-cha too,
We put our hands together, we're doing curlys on the floor,
We sweat like pigs, but it's a steady gig, that's why we're crying out for more,
More, more, more,
We're gonna preach hellfire and the kingdom come,
We're gonna love our neighbour as we love ourselves, and then...well, we're going to have some fun.

So, let's spin,
Everybody, let's spin,
Come on, come on, come on, let's spin,
We're going to spin right up to Heaven again,
Let's spin.


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