Neurotica/The Howler (Live in Philadelphia)

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Good morning, its 3a.m. in this great roaring city full of garbage eaters ravaging parking spots beneath my plaza window I see cheetah in their tight skins and tired heels all-night hippo in the diner crossing the street swarthy herds of young impala flambastic gibbon even a struggling monza and over there that brilliant head ornament on that Japanese macaque but look closely at the hammerhead hand in hand with the mandrill, its a sight you're unlikely to see anywhere else on the planet. . . the stench and the noiose, yes, yes, the howlers resonating repertoire is not too bad when mixed with the more musical twern of the tropical warbler but the impatient taxi blare the squawking elderly ibis and the glass-eye snapper hawking papers I can certainly live without also be cautious of the poisonous boomslang laughter social droppings of the fruit bat and purple queen fish and who's that babbler conversing with a magazine stand? Evidently he's getting a good reply. . . Arrive in neurotica through neon heat disease I swear at the swarming herds I sweat the foul terrain I rove the moving scenery I have no fin no wing, no stinger no claw, no camouflage I have no more to say . . . Say . . .isn't that an elephant fish on the corner over there look at that bush baby mud puppy noolbenger rhinoderma marmoset spring peeper shingleback skink siren skate starling star-gazer spoonbill and suckers they seem to be everywhere, well it's a live revue random animal parts now playing nightly right here in neurotica. . . so long. . .