2 Many Tapes

The Fugs - It Crawled Into My Hand, Honest

CREDITS

The FUGS are:

Ed Sanders - vocals

Ken Weaver - vocals, drums, routines

Tuli Kupferberg - vocals, fututionand

Ken Pine - guitar, vocals

Charles Larkey - bass

Bob Mason - drums

Side One (there where no cd´s on the 60´s)


1. Crystal Liaison {Weaver-Sanders-Pine}
2. Ramses II is Dead, My Love {Sanders}
3. Burial Waltz {Sanders-Warren Smith}
4. Wide Wide River {Goldbart-Weaver}
5. Life is Strange {Kupferberg}


Side Two

1. Johnny Pissoff Meets the Red Angel {Sanders}
2. Marijuana {Sanders-Kupferberg-Bob Dorough}
3. Leprechaun {Weaver}
4. When the Mode of the Music Changes {Kupferberg}
5. Whimpers from the Jello {Sanders}
6. The Divine Toe (Part I) {Sanders}
7. We're Both Dead Now, Alice {Weaver-Sanders}
8. Life is Funny {Kupferberg}
9. Grope Need (Part I) {Sanders}
10. Tuli, Visited by the Ghost of Plontinus {Kupferberg}
11. More Grope Need (Grope Need-Part II) {Sanders}
12. Robinson Crusoe {Weaver}
13. Claude Pelieu and J. J. Lebel Discuss the Early Verlaine Bread Crust Fragments {Sanders}
14. The National Haiku Contest {Weaver-Sanders}
15. The Divine Toe (Part II) {Sanders}
16. Irene {Sanders}

ONWARD EARTHLINGS

We wax weary of the tadpole smegma served to us as the primal data of the nations on Earth. In the face of a world led by a command generation of savage Honko-Cossack marauder pirates poisoning our air, murdering our youth and defiling our ethics, we declare our continuing commitment to the possibility of a benign civilization and the absolute right of each man on earth to:

1) a guaranteed grope,

2) land and money,

3) longevity,

4) happiness,

5) freedom,

6) supplies for his art,

7) sheep.

We wave the banners of these god-lit principles even now while Dom Dom Doom marches in waving a carrot and in the dreams of war lords mutant fruit flies devour syrup-coated telephone poles. Somehow great slurgul-slurguls of glee, humor, horniness, and peacecraft can still escape our lips, for you, for us, for the love that can spurt and flow from the surfaces of song and poetry. The benevolent city of ivory colored grope spires is our vision. And all of us, all lovers and drooling ministrels aboard the Chariots of the Abyss, bend back into the terror, take knowledge of the City of Love we wish to create, flash it the big fist, and spew onward, attempting radiance, into the skush. Onward! Grope for peace. Love the Earth. We have escaped the crone drivel. Up against the wall.

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*Sometimes I wonder how i find those precious masterpieces....