IF YOU BURY A FAT GUY
IN ESPECIALLY ALKALINE DIRT
HE TURNS TO SOAP


SOAP!

T,O,U,C,H,I,N,G
PAUL SHARITS 1969

PAUL SHARITS

RIDE THE DRAGON TOWARD THE CRIMSON EYE
FLAP THE WINGS UNDER MARS RED SKY
THE REPTILE PUSHES ITSELF OUT INTO SPACE
LEAVING BEHIND THE HUMAN RACE

SWIM INSIDE THE SOLAR SEAS
THE NEBULA CRIES OUT TO ME
PASSING WHERE I'VE NEVER GONE BEFORE
I FLY THROUGH THE CRIMSON DOOR

RIDE THE DRAGON TOWARD THE CRIMSON EYE
FLAP THE WINGS UNDER MARS RED SKY

IGNORE DISCRETE MOLECULES, ENTHALPY, AND ENTROPY RESPECTIVELY

THERE NEVER REALLY IS A GOOD TIME
THERE'S ALWAYS NOTHING MUCH TO SAY
PRETTY GOOD, NOT DOING THAT FINE
GETTING UP MOST EVERY DAY

SEND THE MOON THRU THE SKYLIGHT
BELLS TOGETHER OUTRAGEOUSLY
NOISEBALL, FLIRTATIOUS EXAMPLE
BLESS HER SOUL TO FURTHER DEGREE

THEATRE GODDESS, FILM DESTROYER
NEW YORK GIRLS ARE SURE TO ENJOY HER
FUZZY PEACH, TEENAGE COMPUTER
A SHOCKING FIGURE IN THE EYE OF THE UNIVERSE

I AM DEAD BY THE BEAUTY OF STRANGERS
IN HORROR MY EYE-HEAD TRANSFORMS THEM
INTO SMILING, BEATIFIC ROOM MATES
FROM DUST TO DUST THEY CREATE ROCK N ROLL

HERE COMES SOMETHING: YOU ARE LOU REED
TRANSFORMER CRACKED BY THE BACKYARD STREAM
KILLER TUNES, BUBBLEGUM DISASTER
RADICAL ADULTS LICK GODHEAD STYLE