BONSAI HEMLOCK

You yeah
Hoping I’ll come through yeah
I got a superpower
I’m gonna let you down 

True yeah
There’s nothing you can do yeah
In the darkest hour
I’m gonna let you down 

Wait yeah
And put your trust in fate yeah
Like a speeding bullet
I’m gonna let you down 

Try yeah
Then question why yeah
I got a superpower 

Telling you up front you’re gonna take some lumps
Worse than radioactive, a most willing captive 

My superpower
I’m gonna let you down

Author: Craig Hutchins
Composer: Michael Hutchins, April Hutchins, Stuart Asprey

Buy the ticket, take the ride
The weasels coming for a piece of your hide
We ain’t nothin’ but a little ol’ band
Playing it hard just as fast as we can 

Go on complain, really who’s gonna care
When you’re gone the worlds full of spares
We ain’t pretty we locomotive fast
C’mon Snowflake get your kick in the ass 

Buy the ticket, take the ride
Lose your mind, get your brain fried
Buy the ticket, take the ride
Keep it heavy, hit your stride 

Regale your theories, put us to sleep
Say you’re the wolf when you ain’t even sheep
Lack of finesse so we make up with loud
Bringin’ the noise sonic mushroom cloud

Author: Craig Hutchins
Composer: Michael Hutchins, April Hutchins, Stuart Asprey

Never been hungry a day in your life
Whining and pining about your first world strife
I keep my mouth shut ‘cause I know what’s in store
My opinion is wrong and the right one is yours 

Give a fuck! Rich kids! Give a fuck! 

A world of horrors you’ll never see
Aiming and blaming the problem is me
Privileged in gender, in age and in race
Don’t care if its true I’d best know my place 

Out in the third world you wouldn’t survive
Desperate humanity who fight for their lives
Raise righteous concern but don’t answer their cries
Filling the world with fake news and lies 

Don’t care if you’re stupid or if you’re clean
As long as your money’s the color of green

Author: Craig Hutchins
Composer: Michael Hutchins, April Hutchins, Stuart Asprey 

Sittin’ out backyard barbeque party
Expecting nothing more or less and then there he was
Sitting right beside me after introductions
Telling me secrets of his universe just because 

He’s just sitting there spinning tales ‘bout alien prose
The most fascinating guy I ever met that no one knows 

Recounting sweet details of alternate reality
My mind is busy screaming “oh ya he’s having me on”
Interdimensional beings controlling us all
Don’t care if its true its so good, so long I’m gone 

Templars in charge, invest in only gold or silver
Magnetic travel underground in seconds from New York to LA
As he spoke clouds grew thick and then along came the rain
Time to part I shook his hand and “thanks” was all I could say

Author: Craig Hutchins
Composer: Michael Hutchins, April Hutchins, Stuart Asprey

Bad men coming, what you gonna do?
Do you lay down and take it, or get up and get a clue? 

You’re a good girl, nobody cares
The world is ruled by Templar villain billionaires 

Scream like a bunny while they watch you die
Scream like a bunny while they eat you alive 

You’re a cog, you’re a stooge, you’re a willing pawn
One with the masses then forgotten and gone 

You rise up, speak your mind, demand to be heard
But in the end money talks and your message is slurred

Time immemorial your die is cast
Fight or flight in the end it won’t last

Live your moment but never lose sight
Brave little puppet no one weeps for your plight

Author: Craig Hutchins
Composer: Michael Hutchins, April Hutchins, Stuart Asprey

Kong Kong, Kong Kong

I’ve been accused of giving away
The end of the story, the theme of the play
But sometimes it’s just so obvious to all
From the top of the tower, Kong falls 

Brute force of nature, top of the chain
Breaking the bonds with nothing to gain
But tech against nature we all know the call
There’s only one outcome, Kong falls 

One small problem for man to consider
We created machine and what makes it glitter
Human technology as much as we stall
We like the great ape one day, Kong falls 

We can’t help ourselves, we go higher and higher
Complex creations our funeral pyre
Blinded by science on which we depend
A minor blue planet we cannot defend

Author: Craig Hutchins
Composer: Michael Hutchins, April Hutchins, Stuart Asprey

Senior citizens! Let’s use it!
Senior citizen sex music! 

Got the crocs on, feelin’ funky
Gettin’ on down, gettin’ chunky
Driving slow at rush hour
Think of m’ baby’s wilted flower 

Got the rhythm, floppin’ jowls
Getting sloppy, need a towel
Need autumn shrub for its gone
You mofo kids stay off my lawn! 

What you lookin’ at!? Sex music!!

Author: Craig Hutchins
Composer: Michael Hutchins, April Hutchins, Stuart Asprey, Alex Hutchins

Every time I speak your name I want to wash out my mouth
The thoughts you fill my head with give me reason to doubt
You’re evil and believe you’ll always get what you want
I should try to run and hide but I’m weak and I won’t 

Our love tastes like soap
But I’m learning to cope
I got to try and figure why
I am your prostrated dope 

In the beginning I got sold on a Rolls Royce Shadow
But now I see I’m riding shotgun in a ’72 Pinto
My momma always told me “son do not believe the hype”
But when I looked under the hood I was blinded by the sight 

We both know you’re bad bad bad but its not your fault
I would know what I was doing if I was worth my salt
So now looking squeaky clean and smile like a phoney
But you’re happy riding round on your one trick pony 

Life’s messy, clean it up!
Living large and filling your cup
Manly yes, but I like it too
Ask yourself what would Mr. Clean do? 

Our love tastes like soap
But I’m learning to cope
I got to try and figure why
I am your prostrated dope

Author: Craig Hutchins
Composer: Michael Hutchins, April Hutchins, Stuart Asprey 

Dolphin and anchor a classic embrace
Showing the way of historic pace
Bringing the word in print to masses
Breaking the line dividing the classes 

Make haste slowly
Go forth boldly
Over and over and get it right
Never go back, never give up the fight 

Today just as then, we all are in need
As barriers crash with none taking heed
Of taking the time and getting it right
Or losing ourselves and plunge into night 

Faster and faster world out of control
Machines and regimes taking their toll
Fear and mistrust as knowledge is lost
Gaining and faming but what is the cost?

Author: Craig Hutchins
Composer: Michael Hutchins, April Hutchins, Stuart Asprey

We’re born onto this prison planet
Souls thrown to some disarray harshness
Our lives to nourish the hub of existence
Here to mix in the existential piss test 

You have just one purpose – now learn
Think not of escape – you will return
And that’s to suffer as to bodhi you flow
To plod again in your eventual reshow 

Make energy through love or hate,
Loe the beauty of a forest or lake
By mortal rules – obey or distain,
These creations but a fraction-of-the-value-of-your pain!!

Want to advance as a gray gardener being
Piloting a disk of form – seen ever fleeting
Fear this may not be an option – agreed
Cause those fuckers have a union decreed 

The stars so lovely, creation a wonder
Is all this so we’re to fall asunder?
War, gore, suffering, love a joy to elate…
Begs me to consider my soul’s retake 

The hub of the universe is a fat assed glutton
– a perverse, intense incarnate of boredom
People not to win –walking the straight line
All fail in this gruesome, heartless pantomime 

Lord….  you incredible twat!

Author: Michael Hutchins
Composer: Michael Hutchins, April Hutchins, Stuart Asprey

The best laid plans of modern man
Helping out friends, you do what you can
But moving a piano you should not try
When you’re the only one who isn’t high 

Oh woah woah I can’t get behind it
No no no I didn’t lose my mind yet
One, two, three its clear to see
All that weight coming down on me 

Knock knock knock I know something sup
Look into your eyes says somebody’s fucked-up
All dressed in black though its hot as hell
Voice inside my head says this will not end well

So what’s the story is what I want to know
You tell me, “Movin’ pianos on acid is the way to go…
Not so much that it freaks you out…
Just enough to keep an edge is what I’m talkin’ bout!” 

Here we go, the gangs all here
Movin’ down stairs I’m asked to bring up the rear
Pardon me my momma didn’t raise no dope
I can see you all too stoned to trust with a rope

Author: Craig Hutchins
Composer: Michael Hutchins, April Hutchins, Stuart Asprey, Daniel Stecko