I have only one member. Sometimes I play with other peoples.
Influences
Dada, mama, marajuana, ween, beck, all that shit from the sixties, lots of other stuff, nature, the voices in my head, my cock, the family-transmitted book of swordsmanship..
Sounds Like
the huffing of a woman in labor, the rattle of a saber, cats screaching, an automobile accident, birds chirping, pigs squealing, a landslide after an earthquake, mice mating, robots taking over....its pretty contextual. whos present? how do i feel around them? are my fingers warm? what does the air smell like? ... those kinds of things.
37 5'9 160 6+ cut, olive, type B-. musically eclectic. Listeners may hear something approaching Folk, Jazz, Country, Punk, Blues, Rock, Pop or any combination of these and whale speech. In addition to prewrites, lyrics can and will be generated spontaneously, inspired by audience song title suggestions. I also diagnose and treat conditions stifling cultural/political re-evolution toward ecological health and social justice. Between the surgery channel, the internet, and numerous encounters with actual medical professionals, I have amassed more than enough knowledges and skills for the tasks ahead. stratton salidis is my name....................................................................................................... Crop Circles .............................They make them with a force of their minds
Rippling through spaces and time.
They operate at densities that would crush the sun to a pea.
As a child sometime long ago I always knew when it would snow
They told me from a distant star They know exactly where we are
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What else would I be in this sand? A crab or a fish on the land
We’ve breathed every drop from the sea. Now there’s no place left to be
We human beings need a hand. They could make one to command
Each finger as big as a ridge. To help with the things that we did
To explain adequately, Would take a new dictionary.
Just put on the helmet and trust. They’ll soon be leaving here with us
yeah...i already know those dudes. i know all their little tricks and shit. leave you stumbling around in a freaking cornfield carrying your rectum in a paper sack...the fuckers...then bingo they're gone and all 'see ya later dude'...
