Uploaded July 2008 | Updated September 2026, 2 hours ago
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This song is in support of Mikedelic Brownage of channel slippereal. He has formed a new church (to be named later). If you don't know what I'm talking about, you obviously haven't listened to the Hooha Sermon:
youtube.com/watch?v=5DVsfS5gA6A
Lyrics:
Hyper-Culti-Ness
Before creations rain drop falls
Unconscious memory recalls
The day the planet froze and stood still
Through the glooming silver mist
Conjures a prophet with a twist
An intercryptic mission to fulfull
From the timewarp interjelly
Fueled by a caffeinated belly
Comes a Mikedelic born to thrill
Because we are but mindless drones
We offer up our saxophones
Royal rhythm to his slipped reality skill
(solo)
Enter a plan with a man
To confabulate reality by his hand
There is but one to foot the bill
Intuit now there is but one
To save the endangered Neapolitan
& Meteor our ascension by his strength of will
A puerile flock to be fleeced
On the moon's brown side we'll live in peace
And the whole wide whirled world will feel its chill
Like little lambs with soulful bleat
Our cultish principal we'll greet
His canon hits our soul like a pneumatic drill
Slippereal songs recommended by the FOG
youtube.com/watch?v=_oodPKJtUvI
youtube.com/watch?v=Cn56ATLFEqM
youtube.com/watch?v=3ikpmuyqZE8
Please comment. I like to know who stopped by.
This song is in support of Mikedelic Brownage of channel slippereal. He has formed a new church (to be named later). If you don't know what I'm talking about, you obviously haven't listened to the Hooha Sermon:
youtube.com/watch?v=5DVsfS5gA6A
Lyrics:
Hyper-Culti-Ness
Before creations rain drop falls
Unconscious memory recalls
The day the planet froze and stood still
Through the glooming silver mist
Conjures a prophet with a twist
An intercryptic mission to fulfull
From the timewarp interjelly
Fueled by a caffeinated belly
Comes a Mikedelic born to thrill
Because we are but mindless drones
We offer up our saxophones
Royal rhythm to his slipped reality skill
(solo)
Enter a plan with a man
To confabulate reality by his hand
There is but one to foot the bill
Intuit now there is but one
To save the endangered Neapolitan
& Meteor our ascension by his strength of will
A puerile flock to be fleeced
On the moon's brown side we'll live in peace
And the whole wide whirled world will feel its chill
Like little lambs with soulful bleat
Our cultish principal we'll greet
His canon hits our soul like a pneumatic drill
Slippereal songs recommended by the FOG
youtube.com/watch?v=_oodPKJtUvI
youtube.com/watch?v=Cn56ATLFEqM
youtube.com/watch?v=3ikpmuyqZE8

![Psychedelic Band- original music from The FOG
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Lyrics:
She shared with me her loneliness
With such splendid intensity
Subtle like a Socratic question
Contradicts my botched memories
Seems my friends worries smiles are all being worn
Just cuz I try to remember where I was before I was born
Come on pretty baby, come and take my hand
We’re off to join the soul stream and form a psychedelic band
[guitar}
Twist to speak a whisper
Poured in an anxious ear
To make the mundane mind manifesting
The cosmic freed from the austere
A line was crossed with Shakespeare recitations in my brain
Flash of cosmic truth blackened by existential shame
Come on pretty baby, our consciousness disbands
We’re off to join the soul stream and form a psychedelic band
[sax]
We watch the mystics play as cherry incense burns
To fathom hell or soar angelic while dis-reality blooms
Take my rusted love formed from Alice in Wonderland
We’re off to join the soul stream and form a psychedelic Band Psychedelic Band- original music from The FOG](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/NW_83EBdFWw/mqdefault.jpg)

![The World Can Turn Without Me The FOG (original)
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The World Can Turn Without Me
A drone droning droneward ticking down time
A punched clock buried deep in your mind
A dreamland bartered to a flavorless grind
Befogged by the top dog a cog re-aligned
Idiopathic idioms idiotically aligned
Wasting my globin on tedious mis-time
Dragooned to the funeral before the body dies.
Sold out the sparrows whose worry declined.
The world can turn without me for just one day
The drones can drone without me for just one day
The world can turn without me for just one day
Aint gonna face the grind today
Im gonna play play play
[sax solo]
Rats racing ratward, a miragish finish line
King rats whip cracks platooning the blind
Cogwheel soul joined the ass-embly line
The corp-o-rate truth is the same as the lies
Inane incantations insidiously aligned
Spilling my plasma to grease the line
Awake at the wake with misemployed time
Indulge my emotion with the soiree design
The world can turn with out me for just one day
The rats can race without me for just one day
The world can turn without me for just one day
Aint gonna face the grind today
Im gonna play & play & play
[sax solo]
The world can turn without me for just one day
The cogs can cog without me for just one day
The world can turn with out me for just one day
Aint gonna....
The world can turn with out me (guitar)
The world can turn without me (guitar)
The world can turn with out me (guitar)
Play play play!
Play play play! The World Can Turn Without Me The FOG (original)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/OP7IhZ0c9j8/mqdefault.jpg)



![Bow Before the Mirror The FOG (original reggae)
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I wrote this song when I was in psychology graduate school. It was suppose to illustrate histrionic personality disorder (look it up) Also, check out the cool back drop my wife made for me and the cool 92 Gibson SG I picked up off craigslist
Lyrics:
Hey man, did I tell you bout my girlfriend
I say, hey man, I got me a pretty girlfriend
When you see her cross a smoke filled room
Ah she looks so darn pretty
But when you look into her heart
There is nothing there to greet you
She bows before the mirror
She likes what she can see
She bows before the mirror
She dont look no deeper to see
She say Do you like my hair do?
And I say, oh yes maam
She say Do you like my outfit?
And I say, oh yes maam
She say Am I most beautiful?
And I say, oh yes maam
She say Will you be my boyfriend?
And I say, oh yes maam
When you see her cross a smoke filled room
Ah she looks so darn pretty
But when you look into her heart
There is nothing there to greet you
She bows before the mirror
She likes what she can see
She bows before the mirror
She dont look no deeper to see
She walks something like this:
[drum break]
Chorus Bow Before the Mirror The FOG (original reggae)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/QzHw7DuDoEk/mqdefault.jpg)

![Ghost the World Blues (original)
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Itd be cool if you listened to the entire 2:43 😆😂🤣
Ghost the World
I believed I deserved to suffer
My own damn fault I’ve got so paranoid
Reckoned that I deserved to suffer
My own doing that my mind’s destroyed
Legit it was this whole wide whirled world
So Ima gonna ghost the world
[guitar solo]
I ain’t starting a new life
The answer don’t lie in some new girl
I’m going feral, wild and free
No house, no job and no new girl
This pathetic trip will be tightly furled
Cuz Ima gonna ghost the world.
[saxophone solo]
Stashed away my outstanding rizz
Gonna clam it up like a forgotten pearl
Poetry stale & the rizz is gone
Clamed up like a forgotten pearl
No one will be basking in my glow
Cuz Ima gonna ghost the world Ghost the World Blues (original)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/SHk-sJqzrpo/mqdefault.jpg)
