Sat upon an empty box of Cheerios and settled
Through the cracks of wooden floors
Forming little cone mountains
Fertile soil on which to rest
My dirty little white stone
With dimples to keep it from
Rolling down the dusty trail
Brought such straight rows
Like corn and peas
And foot caves in cold dirt
And the sore throat that follows
“Everyone always knew it ended this way,
But I still don’t understand why…
Milking the cow didn’t work.”
She was warm and had a rough
Mus-cular tongue for licking
Salt blocks and brown eyes like a cow
And her name was Bossy.
We didn’t eat her I don’t think
~ http://www.residents.com
What does one old woman do with insomnia at 4:20am this morning? That’s right, dust off the old VHS copies of her Grandpa’s Become a Fungus video collection and post the oddest tid-bits on YouTube. With the never anticipated DVD release of these gems scrapped, I’ve decided to fill my spare time with posting these lil gems in the wee hours of the morning. Enjoy! Nighty-night.
Over twenty years old and still oddly entertaining. This was a pretty cool venue in SoCal. An outdoor lot next to what once was a Dance studio. Only the sign remained and even that was in bad shape. With only two letters left on the sign, the name “Da” Gallery was born!
Public Access mogul Randa Milliron put together a series of concerts that were part of a bigger event in celebration of the Berlin Wall coming down. There were artists from Germany with works inside the Gallery and the Fungus and other local dignitaries making their noise outside. It was all cleared and legal, for once, and so our noise was in no jeopardy of being shutdown prematurely. Though, the plug probably should have been pulled on a few of these songs.
The concept for the show seemed like a good idea at the time. Write and perform a Musical of sorts taken from articles in the Weekly World News (our favorite Supermarket tabloid at the time). These songs were created and rehearsed for a few weeks and thankfully never to be played again after this show. I guess with the exception of I Was Buried Alive which actually appears on our Lizard Tales album. Anyway, I always enjoyed this song in particular, mainly because it was so catchy and contained no lousy vocals. Oh yeah, and the absurdity of three beautiful women spontaneously breaking into dance with plastic farm tools was a nice touch. That kinda made an otherwise technically nightmarish, malfunctioning gig much more enjoyable.
Originally conceived by guitarist/drummer Dave Guy as a reflection of what happens when you bake with Malathion crop dusted wheat; when brought to the rest of the band, it was quickly transformed into a proto-grunge, headbanging tale of adolescent disillusionment and contempt.
Three more Fungus shirts now available, bringing the total to 12 different designs to choose from. And you don’t have to print these on just shirts, Euell be amazed by the variety of options available at Zazzle.com.
Sat upon an empty box of Cheerios and settled