Forbidden Planet by Mc Frontalot
Forbidden Planet lyrics
I�ve seen a monkey trying hard to love a robot, yo
but all they ever do is fight to the death for your
soul.
They�re on a planet that I never meant to visit at all.
Got a sign on the wall � the decree: you don�t go.
So come on, make your trespass, get your flesh fast
turned to dust by the death rays. These are the best
days
of our lives: mad scientists with swirly eyes;
people with supernatural powers who live in disguise,
who live in the skies, swing between the sky scrapers,
capes all-a-drape in the words on the shiny papers
that the stapler turned to a booklet, or otherwise
perfect bound
so when the glue dries in my old age, loose pages all
around;
sound of the wind rustling; cowboy zombies ride,
lassoing up the carrion calves and a skeletal bride.
I�m telling you I don�t study the phrenology no more
but I�m astounded by the size of the heads in the
store.
And I score my pull. Full moons and the howls commence;
tear through a stack in a night with little reticence.
I�m eating venisons in the woods, get an axe to the
dome.
Ken is in pieces behind me � I can still hear him
groan.
I should have known from the warning encoded into the
name of the place:
forbidden planet, in impermissible space.
And on the surface of the planet, insanity abounds.
Eternal beings shape my sleep and every waking sound
that I make is loud. �Shazam!� I�d say, just to startle
you
(a geek ejaculation in between a wave and a particle).
Did a part of you just die just like Clay Loudermilk
shaving information out of a dog without a head? And
now the silk
smoking jacket worn by the smartest kid on earth
[Back off, nerd! This library�s my turf.] ...and give
berth
to the brick hats from Ignatz that fly in posthumous
volumes.
At once coeval and incompossible: all rooms
at all times, silver age and foil covers mingle.
Something eldritch in the aisle: soul of the man who
filched a single
glance at the most forbidden object on the whole orb.
I hint not at quixotic wandering; take the whole tour.
Look on the shelf under Rapper next to Elf,
you�ll see a Frontalot one-fold if I have to smuggle it
in myself.
I�m gonna hand-scribble it onto a napkin and then scan
it,
print a pile of �em out, deliver �em to the planet.
I�ll acquire a quire and if you don�t know what I mean,
look it up: it�s one twentieth of a ream.
[Got a song, listen fondly, don�t hear a mondegreen]
You think you surrender me to the funny animals who
inhabit
but I camp out in the cockpit of the crash land cause
they�re all rabid.
Don�t jinx me now, I�m about to escape from here yet.
I�m on an island in the vastness of space [facing
regret].
And I�m stranded alone, in need of some rescue,
already ran out of food, masticated my left shoe,
built a robot companion � on accident programmed it to
feel.
So when it spared a little monkey from despair, its
fate was sealed.
I�ve seen a monkey trying hard to love a robot, yo
but all they ever do is fight to the death for your
soul.
They�re on a planet that I never meant to visit at all.
Got a sign on the wall � the decree: you don�t go.
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