Two Blobs Fucking by The Flaming Lips Lyrics
[Intro]
This is a test to make sure all units are all in sync
[009]
There were a quite a few of these overflowing dumpsters with different discarded shit in them. And one of them, to our amazement, one of them was full of prosthetic limbs. Obviously, a prosthetic limb company was throwing out the bad limbs, the ones with some flaw in the structure or the fleshy plastic, but yeah. There they were, these feet, arms and hands and everyday we could kinda get a little more curious about this dumpster and this place that made these fake body parts. And eventually, we found ourselves wandering in through the backdoor, sort of loading area of this little factory warehouse. Strange dusty chemical smells and this loud moaning elephant sounding machine, kind of droned loudly all around the floor
It was a weird place with a weird feel to it. There wasn’t really anybody there, though. We wandered cautiously around it at first, and there was no one. There was this drippy flesh colored plastic sort of dripped here and there, you know. And one time maybe, the third or fourth time of going in the backdoors of the place, we looked through the windows of a kind of darkened foreman’s type office that was in the corner there. We looked through the window with our hands, you know, kind of shielding the glare. And at first it appeared to be empty, but then as we scanned the dark room just below us on the couch, something was pumping and jiggling. And for a moment, I thought, and I don’t know why I thought this but I remember for a moment, I thought “that must be the machine that is making this fleshy plastic.” But no, I then I thought “that’s a couch and that must be people.” But it was dark so you couldn’t really tell. But, it was definitely two large jiggling things were doing some unspeakable act. And I couldn’t tell if it was a man and a woman, two men or what. It was just two blobs fucking
This is a test to make sure all units are all in sync
[009]
There were a quite a few of these overflowing dumpsters with different discarded shit in them. And one of them, to our amazement, one of them was full of prosthetic limbs. Obviously, a prosthetic limb company was throwing out the bad limbs, the ones with some flaw in the structure or the fleshy plastic, but yeah. There they were, these feet, arms and hands and everyday we could kinda get a little more curious about this dumpster and this place that made these fake body parts. And eventually, we found ourselves wandering in through the backdoor, sort of loading area of this little factory warehouse. Strange dusty chemical smells and this loud moaning elephant sounding machine, kind of droned loudly all around the floor
It was a weird place with a weird feel to it. There wasn’t really anybody there, though. We wandered cautiously around it at first, and there was no one. There was this drippy flesh colored plastic sort of dripped here and there, you know. And one time maybe, the third or fourth time of going in the backdoors of the place, we looked through the windows of a kind of darkened foreman’s type office that was in the corner there. We looked through the window with our hands, you know, kind of shielding the glare. And at first it appeared to be empty, but then as we scanned the dark room just below us on the couch, something was pumping and jiggling. And for a moment, I thought, and I don’t know why I thought this but I remember for a moment, I thought “that must be the machine that is making this fleshy plastic.” But no, I then I thought “that’s a couch and that must be people.” But it was dark so you couldn’t really tell. But, it was definitely two large jiggling things were doing some unspeakable act. And I couldn’t tell if it was a man and a woman, two men or what. It was just two blobs fucking