fire, water, air and dirt / fukkin magnets / how do they work?

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

the best ever psychopathic records band out of denton
were a couple of juggalos
who'd been friends since elementary school

if we have to go there let's at least respect the meter

the best ever clown makeup band outta Houston
had been down with the clown
since their grade school'd expelled them

For once, when at the Frisco bay,
with Faygo and in pensive mood,
a pelican my cellphone ate
or tried to, which I thought was rude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
to recognize these mirakills.

dying

fuckin rainbows.

Yo Shaggy: sho nuff is a fuckin miracle your boys look just like you, 'cause I nailed yo' bitch.

http://www.theonion.com/articles/miracle-of-birth-occurs-for-83-billionth-time,775/

There was a time when rainbow, crowd, and stream,
The dirt, and every common sight,
To me did seem
A goddamn unbelievable fucking miracle.

LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question …
Fucking magnets, how do they work?

YES

curious to know how troo kult juggalos responded to this (it's been out for a while now, yeah?)

The apparition of these rainbows in the sky;
Cellphones in a wet bird's mouth.

Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Juggalo

I
Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the juggalo.

II
I was of three minds,
Like a tree
In which there are three fuckin juggalos, bitch.

III
The juggalo whirled in the Faygo fountain.
It was a small part of the pantomime.

IV
A man and a woman
Are one.
A man and a woman and a juggalo
Are one.

How the fuck does that work?

V
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The juggalo rapping
Or just after.

VI

Icicles filled the long window
With barbaric glass.
The shadow of the juggalo
Crossed it, to and fro.
The mood
Traced in the shadow
An indecipherable cause.

VII
O thin men of Haddam,
Why do you imagine golden birds?
Do you not see how the juggalo
Walks around the feet
Of the women about you?

VIII
I know noble accents
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;
But I know, too,
That the juggalo is involved
In what I know.

IX
When the pelican flew out of sight,
It marked the edge
Of one of many circles
That son-of-a-bitch stole my cell phone

X
At the sight of Faygo
Flying in a green light,
Even the bawds of euphony
Would cry out sharply.

XI
He rode over Connecticut
In a glass coach.
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he mistook
The shadow of his equipage
For juggalos.

XII
The river is moving.
The juggalo must be high.

XIII
It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The juggalo sat
In the cedar-limbs
Smoking the fattest blunt you've ever seen.

wild pelican and
the golden gate o'er water
a lost ringtone chimes

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And tries to eat my cell phone,
And never stops at all,

so much depends
upon

a fat
juggalo

glazed with fresh
faygo

beside the white
bitches.

XDDDDDDDDDDD

This is just to say
I have eaten the cellphone
that was
in your hand

and which
you were probably
saving
for a phone call

Forgive me
it was delicious
maybe you could get it out
using some sort of magnet?

there once was a clown named 2 dope
who stood on a bridge held by rope
feeding fish to a bird
he adored the absurd
but when it went for his cell...haha, NOPE!

DJ Mencap, I am applauding

this thread, u guys :D

Jesus Christ Mr. Que this is too funny

http://www.hulu.com/watch/113213/saturday-night-live-underground-festival

^ (funny Gathering of the Jaggalos parody)

^ this thread is funnier

Open here I flung the shitter, when, with many a fart and titter,
In there stepped an ugly pelican of the fugly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of Juggalo or lass, ate my cellphone, I got sore -
Perched upon the Great Milenko just above my outhouse door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this lame-ass bird beguiling my sad clownface into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though in your beak my phone has haven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly annoying dumb pelican wandering from the Bayside shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on SF's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the pelican, `Fuck you dude.'

fukkin Raggetts, how do they work?

LOL

`Twas brillig, and the fuckin' toves
Did gyre and gimble in this bitch.

okay I was off the ICP train long before this song came out so I had no idea how hilarious it was

also why has no one called out the "beatboxing" in the coda, which sounds suspiciously like "bored sound engineer making fart noises"

seeing it the first time immediately reminded me of this

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=buqtdpuZxvk

fukkin Raggetts, how do they work?

Best thread ever!

― fuckin' raggett... how does that work? (Whiney G. Weingarten), Friday, April 9, 2010 9:08 AM (2 hours ago) Bookmark Suggest Ban Permalink

damn late pass

It's all good.

point of diminishing returns has probably been reached; nonetheless:

As I came down the impassible Rivers,
I heard no more the scientists' lies,
Targets for screaming juggalos they were nailed
Naked to painted poles.

What did I care for any crews,
Carriers of long-neck giraffes or of fuckin' rainbows!
The midnight coast and all that hubbub left behind,
The miracles let me go my own free way.

In the furious lashings of the Dark Carnival,
Emptier than pelicans' mouths, I through that vicious weather
Ran! And great peninsulas unmoored
Never knew how the fuck magnets work.

We stopped at miraculous days
and got out of the car.
I fed a fish to a pelican.
It was as simple as that.
I turned to say something--
and it tried to eat my cellphone.

not being a big classics person, I only immediately recognized DJ Mencap's source poem, which made me crack the fuck up

This thread is like some kinda road to damascus moment for me

HI DERE, there is quite a lot of William Clown Williams itt

still firmly believe that ICP were solidly entertaining, if not exceedingly gifted emcees, from Ringmaster through about half of The Great Milenko, largely for the reasons everyone is bugging out over "Miracles" itt

Somebody please do emperor of ice cream

"85 bucks an hour" still makes me laugh xp

They used to be exceedingly good at swinging between ridiculously goofy and hilarious, and kind of creepy and unsettling but still hilarious, then their decent producer left and they ran out of ideas for a while. It makes sense that when Mike E. Clark came back, they'd get some decent beats back again and come up with more entertaining goofy shit like this.

What he has now to say is a long
wonder the world can bear & be.
Once in a sycamore I was glad
all at the top, and I sang.
Hard on the land wears the strong sea
and fuckin' magnets, how do they work?

great milenko only entertained me for the first fifteen minutes of the first listen, but it's possible i'm more peurile than i was in high school (i had to write a preview of their upcoming show for the weekender section of the local paper, only the band backed out of the gig the day of because the stage was too small for their many faygo bottles or something. thankfully it was relatively early in the juggalo era and there wasn't a full-blown riot).

Yeah well the problem is that you hit "Piggy Pie" and it's like "holy shit this is fucking awful, fuck you ICP" and that might mean you never make it to "The Neden Game" (which IIRC wasn't on the original Disney-approved album anyway but is like miles ahead of everything else on the album).

haha since i haven't heard it since high school i don't remember any specifics other than that i was amused for fifteen minutes, bored for rest of album and repeated listens and all other ICP interactions until you posted some mp3s of them a while back, like the one about their ghosts killing a jury, and i realized some of that shit had been squeezed into diamonds.

haha the neden game is the one track I remember as being good xp

strong follow up

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wKlpMxBX-jk

that sounds like Smashmouth

it does, but "we can have fun/let our nuts hang by the water" is quality

haha, ok, that's pretty great. I wouldn't give up "Steal My Sunshine" for it but today's teens need a feel-good anthem.

I like how many long stretches of it actually discuss really innocuous fun, so it's not like the momentary lapses into profanity and drugs aren't corny punchlines like "oh ha, he set it up talking about hot dogs and roller coasters and the last line of the verse was about fucking" - - you just get the sense that grilling cheeseburgers actually is as important to Juggalo Island as smoking spliffs with cops.

er, "aren't" should be "are" up there

I'm OK with this as long as the next video has more animation and fewer Juggalos.

I feel the exact opposite of that. In fact, I wish the next video wouldn't even include ICP themselves, just juggalos. And no ICP music either. Just interviews with them, maybe a tour of their house in Hazel Park. That'd be my favorite ICP video ever.

these people are so gross, i feel bad for them how theyre left out of society and dont even get to be cool

http://www.insaneclownposse.com/radioedits/icp_this_halloween_is_crazy_radio_edit.wma

this got a couple laughs outta me:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dSSAD-0m6hc

I fed a pelican in Reno just to watch him die.

― I don't need a bonghit. (ctrl-s), Friday, April 9, 2010 3:03 AM Bookmark

^^^ thread highlight for me

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this song still rules

this song/video makes me feel better when I'm feeling bad until they get to the scientists line and then I go back to feeling bad again

oh this is where we did the poems

This song has definitely gotten stuck in my head before

I think the pelican line is great, of course, but "Crows, ghosts, the midnight coast, the wonders of the world, mysteries the most!" gets my vote because... ghosts? Also, there is a matching ghost in the video, which makes it even better. And then also, crows? Of all of the miraculous birds out there, he picked crows?

― she is writing about love (Jenny), Monday, April 12, 2010 11:01 AM Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

was thinking about this song, and this post, like two days ago in the backyard while marveling at how interesting the morning-glory looked up close.