{note: Homer Simpson first appeared in 1933 in Nathanael West’s The Day of the Locust. "He came from a little town near Des Moines, Iowa, called Wayneville, where he had worked for twenty years in a hotel."} or is it this fellow Onslow who won’t keep up appearances, or is it Everybeercanman surfing the tent-wall channels busy hardselling self? Here is a man of the cloth (frayed phrase Andro would not approve of) who might as well be the stone this fellow Flintstone keeps knocking his head against dooba dooba doo now sparks flysmoke and mirrors and a barrel-chested voice booms:{Rock band, singers, smoke, mirrors!} HEY YOU spend prime time watchin’ reruns on the wall of the cave chuggin’ cans and singin’ I love Lucy (in the sky). Well you got to crawl on up to what we all crave, where the sun shines, the bacon’s crisp and the oranges juicy. CHORUS: OUT OF THE TRAP OF EITHER/OR OFF THE HEAP OF UNHOLY DUNG WE’RE ON ALPHA-WAVE PROPULSION LAPPIN’ LATCHKEYS WITH OUR TONGUE. Oh but once outside you get hung up and stretched out on Form, out of the frying pan and into Platonic fire, with your soul split off run your body head-first into the shit-storm of unending desire (samsara choir) CHORUS: OUT OF THE TRAP OF EITHER/OR etc. Or if you’re too hip for that you fall into the positivist trap shootin’ it out at Josephson’s junction with your clone, or you go sleddin’ through a blizzard with a physicist’s map til your quarks drop in their tracks where it says "territory unknown." CHORUS: OUT OF THE TRAP OF EITHER/OR etc. In the middle of all this dirt and confusion I can’t tell you where to go you got to find that out for yourself (orison for Morrison) but you know you can open your mind let in the light listen to astronomers Hawking their goods IRREGULAR VERSE: seek out the good THE LIGHT IS THE GOOD THE LIGHT IS THE LATCHKEY KNOCK ON THAT WOOD YOUR MIND IS THE DO-ER DON’T DO THE DOORS DERRING-DOCHORUS: OUT OF THE TRAP OF EITHER/OR etc.
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