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| Scream into The Pit for the love that you don't need! Milky boys, stop your mewling! If you long to see a flouncing, mammothine teat formed by the petulant puffiness of the clouds, then THIS song will save U! You’re exposing your neck! That's a good way to catch a cold! It's high-time you circumNADigate such pinkened desires, and turn your gaze back down to the Fatherly Dirt - where it BELONGS. |
CD: The Unshoeing of The Ass
Label: Sacrum Torch
Credits: Orlando Furioso (vocals), Gargantua Pantagruel (instruments) |
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| What do you want me to say? Always, you come to me with your meddling questions. Want to know something? The Autopsy’s motivations are NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS! GO AWAY! Orlando rises like the sun to greet each new morn, and Gargantua drops like the moon when he is tired. That is all you need know. Now, go make yourself useful... |
CD: The Unshoeing of The Ass
Label: Sacrum Torch
Credits: Orlando Furioso (vocals), Gargantua Pantagruel (instruments) |
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| When I performed this I was NOT Saint Peter. I was NOT Saint Peter because there IS no Saint Peter. Or rather, the only Saint Peter that ever was - and ever will be - is between your legs. In other words, I was Saint PENIS when I performed this. And guess what? That’s the only Saint that ever existed. So make friends with him. Who knows? Maybe he’ll spit a new commandment. |
CD: The Unshoeing of The Ass
Label: Sacrum Torch
Credits: Created by Orlando Furioso (excerpted from his one-man show of the same name, performed in the five-star Admiral Lounge in the Reno International Airport) |
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