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A Swarm of Dish Rags

by Superluminal Pachyderm

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One Poop Dog 01:38
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i'm a menu catalog of paradox holding in a fart is a rumor tap a bag bay tablature across smoke refrain beneath the wetting logic pantopragmatic stomach sworn scum of storm sample breakfast river microwave the charming apple pork pounce the controller potshop track glow like the squared precedent washland wayboard a careless faucet of doubting waffles sniffing the beans and the beans sniffing, sniffing, sniffing, sniffing... (50+ more) sniffing the beans and the beans hmmmmmmmm... going through a doorway hmmmmmmmm... walking like a teapot hmmmmmmmm... humming like a pile of kneepads headline padded hardens a working pizza waving illustrated pipelines coat-brushed photos of soil fiddles a camera stamp freeway breathe davenport deadstock sn-n-n-n-n-n-noopy shows worm motor worry, like a rabbit mouth potato crisps sings overlap drawback pulp, a hyphenated razor ass moron hammer squelching decrement free-range cabin pants yaffingale suffix cracks querimonious culinary retextbook bitmap handsies sigh top your day mohair molars it's in the sky it's in the sky it's in the sky it's in the sky sniffing the beans and the beans hmmmmmmmm... going through a doorway hmmmmmmmm... walking like a teapot hmmmmmmmm... humming like a pile of kneepads
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cookies macaroni and cheese bacon bits coconut creme pie ice cream cone egg rolls cheese balls meatloaf tuna casserole cake tv dinners waffles pancakes pizza hot sausage sandwich hot sausage sandwich hot sausage sandwich cheesecake coconut creme pie spaghetti lasagna macaroni and cheese cookies cookies cookies uh oh size 40 pants...
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my welcome explodes into a logo i thought for a minute although nothing happened suggesting I am functioning within established parameters i am finding the upstairs to be quite incomprehensible a yeti seems to have clogged up the detectable yet sordid tea gardens throughout the clearance sale is this a solo effort or a squashed cabbage brigade? commissioned turtles filled with dozens of deviled eggs wiggle their way out of bunk beds all of this without an emptying nest resigned minimalists with disposable weather balloons and boiled, fake pool stares lecture at bay about pigeon contexts and arcade garbles how can a fork vanish without even a whistle? the metric system is in my nose measuring everything it can get its hands on i sense a faraway drama instigated by umbrella-shaped tea bags timetable brass wide coins and arrogant sleeves return with onion initiatives and I am left wondering what to do with dependent echos and ham so, what do I do with all this iron?
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my assigned sea faults i'm like the wish of three rips fried territory tanks my dot steams a fury of battle metaphors blocked by tough beards lock the chancellor in his scotch flip i apologize for my propaganda the rope sneaks beside the shorthand ashamed of my instinct i dress like a weekday turntable holding my hands high in the air lurk at the expression of resemblance the pin waves around surgery optic misrepresentation vegetarian press negligible shoes my jacket hurts competing with governor spit just scratching the dialect the turbulence of safeguard beforehand is the lazy corridor (oh, the phone's ringing) (hello) (hi) (yelling, yelling) (where you at?) (oh, i didn't think i was yelling) (eh heh) (beep, beep) (no, he's okay, he went out and he did a big, giant poop today) (i think he's tired from pooping, he's sleeping now) he did a big, giant poop today (i guess so) i think he's tired from pooping, he's sleeping now (oh) (huh) (uh huh) (oh, okay) poojer (uh huh) (okay) beep (oh, that's good) beep (beep, beep) (oh, okay) (beep, beep) beep, beep beforehand is the lazy corridor the artillery rips the field regime noise cloud activated anomaly stalls without all the duplication an unsupported pun have your cake with the ants dismiss the shots the circuit reasons everybody is a critic count all their empty pockets a misprinted tray the sarcasm of a curtain of bark hydroelectric pillows tall above the gasoline debugger sockets more stable beards a pale paradise echoing a really bad choir a playground of turbines reminders of brooms i'm a chemical coin situated in irony isolate my shoes singing like hardware stomachs correlations of table salt my frown bypasses beneath the conductor pork launch the bombers pedantic chestnut crying from inside my liver i'm handed the oar swimming in catalogs a cold alien box of bubbles buried in a nail collective the intent is rhythm cuckoo throughout host of mental rot weasels in for the punch a suite of geometry furniture an idiom of hypotheticals sweater bargains tanks of silicon obliged chaos workload halos i burp and fart like a flu dictation behind a fool zone the warehouse matrix veins of jolly contrast selected mixture rants heavy congratulations a dreary chain of mailboxes enthusiastic tooth a chorus of gates breaded and disappointed the sideways loud bench a farce of gas too many turds valve brains shock whistles a blanket of primordial cages fusion of vengeance an airport of waffles
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the chestnut dances past a carrot against a typesetting routine snacks a documentary scope a piano breaks the unsound unconscious shout past the cleaner shaping island stamps, directive yawns salt against the paste of insistence the uneasy scum sorry why the train embarrassed smiles dine on the symphony an autobiography of wired straw early formations of larry hair earned mailbox filled with vegetables graduated megabytes of retired geography a cold dedicates a smelly desert the climate coughs like a borrowed bay a keen satire of lithium socks smoke dances a practicing bicycle hear my garbage of recycled desserts downstairs echoes the butterscotch krimpets passport past another cider ghost jerk think the evil protein into a million vertebrae museum i am the oxygen and the helium you are the sounds of many hams it's too cold for baseball early formations of larry hair it feels like a giant plumbing puzzle and my liver knows it's 5 am this all started with a bag of pens scan my food in with an x-ray soda bank prelude to a backwash a jelly-jelly unlock of icebreaks don't fart out of your mouth relay bag damp track shortcut hairs in the mayonnaise early formations of larry hair gather your pocket lint into a ball give thanks to your space vest lake please give me a box of verbs so that i can move into the causeway
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my variant motorway stretches over my yummy lunch while the galaxy employs tired terminology to tone the ideal winds flexible metaphors and prolonged passports patiently crawl through theses in search of the ood brain assisted litter, permissible rocks and mechanical tailors assist me with my weather report i like swiss cheese connecting cartoons populate bulbs of rose rails and clique swings exclusive sinks play institutes while masquerading as rabbit papers outside tutorial mathematics approximating an overload causes weird lemon stretches why does my sheep like driving jeeps? proportional bags advertise unseen writings converted from coast-paneled caffeine anthologies a node of chocolate camps phrase instinct gasoline carefully with composite project puzzles my vegetables are bouncing through tutorial-incentive icons and crossword-clogged frameworks where did this cow come from?
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Two Poop Dog 04:38
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wandering the trails of affgeth the berries are abundant these days onk is on the other side of the field bringing water back to the caves of sathka be careful when entering the mammoth paths trouble lurks around the corners stay near the group or pay the price time to head back after a long day the sun had set hours ago standing atop the mount of rarg oof stares into the celestial sphere the cranial networks light up and the neurons fire away a pattern forms at the sight of an asterism and then oof sees another one and another, and another, and another over here is a mammoth over there is a muskox and there's a sloth, and a tortoise and a glyptotherium, and various fish and some of them look like people there's oga and gaz and eeg what are they doing in the sky? they look like the pictures in the cave weeks later oof stared at the spots in between and went from megafauna to smaller creatures and objects like rocks and sticks and seeds and berries and leaves turning the night sky into oof's personal canvas and they were all linked together distant balls of hydrogen into one giant constellation then one night oof brought with him onk and showed onk the asterisms and how they lead to mammoths and sloths and even showed him oga and gaz and eeg onk was struggling but oof persisted then oof led onk's eyes to the parts between and all of the rocks and sticks and seeds and onk said it looked like diarrhea
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i don't know what a phone is i don't know what a chair is i haven't the foggiest what a hassock is no idea what a cereal bowl is you tell me i have a brain hah, my eyes glaze over i'm a per per breek ahhhhhhhhh i'm a per per breek danger, danger, i don't know what a nose is danger, danger, i don't know what air is multiple faces squinch and squawk i have no idea what a face is my hard drive is empty my sinuses empty into my cranium i'm a per per breek ahhhhhhhhh i'm a per per breek i don't know what the sky is i don't know what a cake is i don't know what a day is i don't know what the ground is i don't know what up is i don't know what a city is i don't know what a see-saw is i don't know what down is i don't know what a comma is i don't know how i am talking i don't know what talking is i don't know what what is you tell me i have a brain my nose is a time machine i'm a per per breek ahhhhhhhhh i'm a per per breek ahhhhhhhhh
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compression operators crown a palace of hysterical counterparts amidst kettled storms and overlapping office walls in the days of les nessman cotton pants were deemed unpopular "proper nouns" in hasty waterfowl curriculum shaping condensed theater policies for decades what do you do when you go into a bookstore and find only spoons? intended campuses and waved vendors scratch at the descriptive tourist algorithm only to find that chunk warehouses and layer pump algorithms mindfully laugh at the symbolic beef circuitry glove charters beside yellow telephones exit with prototypes of sunrise frisbees lacking turntable pressures and jovian faucet collapses what did I have for breakfast? somehow my pants survived buffet expansion it was the first time i ate two pieces of cake in an enormous amount of years (4000 or 3?) i suspect there are counterexamples available from a martian perspective but i sure do like to face south when i'm in a uni-mart parking lot sidewinding cartridges delay their anteater prominences i'm not sure if you can smell solar faculae but i think i just did liver treats are scattered across the floor the sounds of sniffing and slurping emanate off the four surrounding walls questionable biscuits initiate teapot procedures and various tunnel anthologies group around dull envelopes and multiple postscripts amidst the carbon planets i smell parrots and shy art bubbles i redirect my atoms around rectangular hotel patents what was that smell again? sniffers and cookies are squirming about in the puppy bowl awaiting the sounds of heavy sniffing my ordinary potato treks a forum assembly with better scrolling and shorthand infrastructure proteins my glass of eggnog becomes acquainted with tooth yawns and boiling vinyl physics outside the "brass breeze orbits" room am i guaranteed a tax rebate or should i just have some more caramel bugles? my clipped biology clogs my optics with calendar flushes and roundabout gloves duplicate dummies and market newsletters return me to a kingdom of numerals and kettle arch studies from prized paradox twists a baffling copper protocol sounds off the "conjecture degree slice arithmetic colors" doors flapping dangerously, only to find peas and over-indulgent waving patterns what's for lunch today? sometimes i know what popeye is thinking about each puzzle sweep counts rigorous infrastructure coal frowns only to find tomato overlap and garden railroad questionnaire referendums my ongoing metal newspaper mess talks with nostalgic boggle games while the computer thirsts for 7-up and well-perceived arcades and island bicycles anyone care for a kaiser roll? peanut butter and roasted vegetables are fed through a tutorial director parked headlines and jedi warriors skip lavatory events in order to sponsor prolonged chancellor automobiles on my island i see theorems i have a duplicate composition about communist cobbler bays and my luggage cables disable my relief i scratch my nose when i hear cracking sounds emanating from my split pea and ham soup an implausible chocolate table sneaks past a custard framework for a disco biography my anthology gets misprinted when i use swirly straws when drinking my cake a specialist counterexample of a "behind the algorithm" stageshow causes a thoughtful dependence on penny fishes cheese paragraphs and overlapping asparagus chords hum like a pile of kneepads how many teaspoons of sugar? a legitimate jet sets a precedent with writer jams and supermarket platforms my hearing tube gets introduced to the dealer gloves and an eighteenth-avenue symphony frustrated sneakers pretend "west yawns geography" is the reformed headline and criterion for adding hoses to the "whatever loose whale" doors when do the curtains clog the allowable anomalies? described concrete and advanced scenery colors interfere with inaccessible postcards containing contemporary cylinder instructions missed column supplements sigh when the conspicuous gnomes bring their undetectable laundry and dash commentators the book of the day turned out to be "around the authority file in 80 days" should i bring a spoon? Hungry ironing boards hop along mole migration lines but discover straightforward ways of arranging polyphonic wrap sandwiches a lunatic warp confuses the metro gulf scream and strains the filtering of "piggapotamus" treats unconvincing literature makes me feel like an optical retired recipe for pineapple cookies is phoenix the predecessor of misunderstood picnic tables? does my nose hear shoe particles? academic bicycles and un-whatever frameworks deliver patient pants and unguided physicists to the edges of the rhubarb pie table copper livers and astronomical campus lighting schemes appreciate the bubbling ghonks of yesterday while blanket gas permeates refreshed soap and a pile of vowels jean stapleton likes abbreviations but knows to retract an automobile from a revolutionary garage i can fold my nose handling exams sailing spins tail knocks change fishes historic onion moderate prototype multiplied goals vocabulary fumes designer disorder my scarce garage opens lunchtime unspecified parades bacterium squad my 32 pocketed-shirt left out 32 groans as it awoke in the early hours of the morning my staircase sighs below my multi-ton feet silver ducks eat chocolate foam mechanisms and compress yeti verbs with their shape bombs and colorful refrains casual flipping centers bounce their angled forks over a bowl of gibberish and spicy washingtonian sauce is there a better way to pipe butter into hamper canyon? donated boggle games shift sloppy amplifiers around professor flashes my parrot paperback recovers percentage bugs and composite passenger brush at the risk of sounding like a frog i intervene in kingdom enthusiasm and stringent ladder remedies texts fiddle down the intellectual batch and eminent philosophy slideshows am i now a railroad or a bus route? "the waters of my sink" is a featureless ood order with rounding nerves, bulletin museums, and flushed specimens my elite spellchecker guides the cookie pump-pump through a series of trouser chalks and listener formulae i smell the resources and am reminded of the ice cream parameter days and microwaved font shifts are my shoes interactive or did i just turn myself into a pdf file? dried stories surround a busy oil puddle suppressed by dining room structures i concentrate until the baffling grapefruit juice squeezes my nose a spectrum of custard from the "whatever zone" finds wet wheels, unusable salts, and frozen synonyms the couch points at the computer keyboard it desires a coat from ebay after whatever beef concatenates traditional natural ears an antique colleague bucks and errs heavier subsidiaries concealed sopapillas and mistaken livers ride genius postcards to the voter opus "wombat ocean" a revolution and a grain phrase intervene only to substitute sweeping tomes of talking scum what does my stomach think about this? Consecutive lesson orbits are thrown through sky exits past wide interior storms the tricky era, apart from boredom bounce rears the landscape jokes and ecological participants sesame street cyclists hide behind private menus and master continental corn treks why isn't my country a biscuit? in the days of meatloaf man licensed sinks finished magic marker singular grasses backspace interpreters are liable to snag universal incomprehensibles from the unattended whoops inside our geographical dialect cluster behind the sauce, air resumes its conversational algorithms with a coarse attack on feet steam this morning i found my peptobismol to be illiterate my debugger hums like an ambient tangerine dream piece from the 1970s when its eyesight herds a flooded downhill justifiable commentators stare at gas straws and prime up their ideology on arriving companies of distinguished fuss rots the bench emerges from a desert of nuclear hams and meets the parabolic guests french fries are exchanged i am rescuing invaluable algebra and my cramped oar listens to uncommon bubbles recruiting nuisance and exhibit bumps from anonymous amplifier abstracts i fold my ears when i hear the cuckoo peripherals a dessert tactic whistles past stamped research on fossilized champagne glasses and wide-street pavement cleaners shareholders repair my idea bicycle with attached bottle dashes and disconnected blankets a taxpayer gleefully skips by with an invitation to the reassuring baggage and doctor who party held at the esteemed earl houser forest preserve do i bring macaroni or my core records backlog?

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A Swarm of Dish Rags is the ninth studio album by the eccentric progressive rock project called Superluminal Pachyderm, created by composer Ken Robinson back in 1999. Topics covered on this album include arguments about who is a television set, a chorus of Frankenstein vocals, the differences between a one-poop dog and a two-poop dog, humming like a pile of kneepads, what it's like to be a particle in a neutrino tank, asterisms from Oof's time, what it means to have Larry hair, how to attain size 40 pants, how it feels channeling Scott Walker in a symphony about beef, what a "per per breek" is, and endless rants archived on Facebook from a decade ago. If you're looking for something that "isn't quite right," or if you're wondering what the world would be like without verbs, than Superluminal Pachyderm might be the trip you're looking for.

This is a 2-disc album. Tracks 1-8 are on Disc 1. Tracks 9-14 are on Disc 2.

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released June 23, 2019

All music and lyrics by Ken Robinson.
Barking on "Television Set": Riker Houser.
Second person on telephone conversation on "A Symphony of Beef": Susan Houser.
Produced by Ken Robinson.
Cover design and photography by Ken Robinson.
Recorded January-May 2019.

Xaagma Music XA-009.
Released on Bandcamp on June 22, 2019.

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