LYRICS TO ALL OF SKRONGER'S TUNES

HAND TO LIPS
AUTHOR AND COMPOSER “CHRISTOPHER MARK KOHLER”
COPYRIGHT DATE MARCH 29, 2008
V1
Hey hey hey pretty girl from the cave round the mountain trail
Here here here your favorite barbecued Brontosaurus tail
Hi hi hi hope your hangin home tonight the gods shooting light
ha ha ha T-Rex took a slash at me she’s prowling the valley tonight
CHORUS
BRIDGE 1
From bare hands to boring table rituals
A crazy social ladder of evil-ution
following these pussy-like dream streams of someone else
Hand to mouth, the most sexy way to eat
Just head on out to the country side and eat like a queen
Budol Budol
V2
hey hey high rise leopard skin bikini he’s about to liquefy
her her her big black liquid eyes suck him like a whirlpool
hi hi hi She’s staring over barbecued lizards and prehistoric ferns
ha ha ha eating with bare hands, no knife no fork no spoon
CHORUS
BRIDGE 2
So stilted by knife, fork and spoon
back so straight like a high nosed bafoon
Socially criticized, yeah civilized, so much is lost.
A singing bird watches the tortoise screw for hours
baby baby hands, why throw away these born-with tools
Powerful vicious beauty of hand to mouth
Budol Budol
CHORUS
So sexy face please just eat it hand to lips
Squish your fingers in juicy rice and fish
It’s a powerful vicious beauty, eating hands to lips
Loosen the belt and fling into the bliss!
Suck your sticky fingers clean!
Eating hand to lips again and again
AUTHOR AND COMPOSER “CHRISTOPHER MARK KOHLER”
COPYRIGHT DATE MARCH 29, 2008

FAT CHINA CHILD
Author and Composer “CHRISTOPHER MARK KOHLER”
Copyright date January 12, 2009
V1
Through flaming red peppers her sleek dragon sheared
Stream lined from chin bones a long blazing beard
Which squeezed her with a Kevlar glove hero’s might
Like a kite her midriff flipped about, so light;
right in flight
CHORUS
V2
Day dreaming ‘bout bamboo pole dad’s sober tales
Child hood days when food was never stale
Just rice and scraps but a basic meal ticket
These times her class had not a fat child in it;
Da da, da da, da, da and so on
V3
Deng4 Xiao3 Ping2 slayed the rusty rooster gate
In ‘78 started the clackety cockroach parade
Through Tian1 An1 Men2 square Ronald McD skipped
Infecting innocent children with a sweet fatal kiss;
man I’m really pissed
CHORUS
V4
2 patties, bacon and so special sauce
Lets be very clear bout the health of this slop
Like cars at gas stations hose jammed in the hole
Fill-er-up dear with sugar salt and greasy oil
French fry lodged in my heart
BRIDGE
V5
China’s price is sky high, the west is sleazy cheap
Because Buddha buddies, its bottom toxic waste
My dear feathered friends please stop offending
By accepting this eyecon of western food cuisine
V6
Naive students guess it’s a status job to take
But at foreign interviews if you proudly proclaim
“I worked at McFat Mans”, I fear you will hear
“See you later loser” we don’t want you dear;
hit the road Jack
CHORUS
V7
Near year 2000 the Joker infected Mian Yang town
Spreading like a virus over all school grounds
On her fire dragon 3 flashed back to see many kids fat
Sucking on French fries and dripping big Macs;
oh heart attack
BRIDGE
Back when Aristotle and Plato were hung 5
Chuang tse’s “The stone Cutter” was on the rise
Is so Copernican!! Recall it!! “Hao bu hao?”
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And near time Jesus Christ was calved
Cai4 Lun2 sampled hemp plants
Tree bark, fish nets, and rags
Flabbergasted paper lined the Silky way
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The tiny girl not clever or well-read
Words on her book holler “read me!”
But her mind is destined to be wise and free
No desire to somebody else be
How can China be like-wise deceived
Read the Stone Cutter, look deep within.
CHORUS
Fat China Child, baby
Big Jelly Buddha belly
A stethoscope her fingers pressed
Into the softness of his chest
Get out, get out, get out!
Get out, outta of my house
Get out, outta my city
Titanic Buddha kiddy
Fat China Child, baby
Poor China Child

WAS BUSH A BAD MAN?
AUTHOR AND COMPOSER “CHRISTOPHER MARK KOHLER”
COPYRIGHT DATE DECEMBER 21, 2008
CHORUS
Was bush a bad man
Just hands me my demands
Just like dad
Was bush a bad man
Just slips it in my hands
Did just what I ask
Was bush a bad man
Just gave me what I ask
Was Bush a good man?!
Is Bush a good man?!
V 1a
As a baby mommy said no no no “don’t eat that”
In the day me tummy said more and more sweet, salt and fat
Slipped her fingers through chocolate on my face, good gracious
no more no mo cried mommy your becoming voracious
V 1b
Those were mother’s short lived days to drill it in my brain
To say you silly pig “you just don’t know, my dear babe”
Whispering in my ear good and bad right and wrong
A half baked stew, a wild guess o yeah she was so strong
V 2a
Typically infected with teenage bad attitude
Parents knew sweet fuck all, that was absolute
From ancestors I stole the reins of total command
Fist in the air, I was the shit, I was the solid man!
2b
Devoted to myself proud American fat Boy
Beat my amp-like on my rip-up-the-planet gas toys
Plant my butt in my fat truck, snow sled and drinkin boat
Give me these god given rights or I’ll smack somebody’s nose
V 3a
From the best in the west I learned to drive guzzling cars
Condolisa Rice, Noam Chomsky and ritzy movie stars
Sinfeld Hickner, Smith despite their clever honey bees
Just like drugs we enabled Bush and he enabled we
BRIDGE
Was Bush a bad man
What was his job, what must he plan?
job description same old rule
“Just do as you’re told, all will be cool!”
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Whoz was the boss but us at the polls
Its me! And I tell him bold!
just give to me as your told!
and don’t forget to protect me yo!
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Big boy Bush said “follow me!”
Want a company and lots of money?
I’m your “set-the-example” man!
Halliburton, Blackwater, CACI Titan
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Osama’s flight crew severed several veins
The American economy began to drain.
He said “Go get em boys whip that Ladin’s ass
I said, Good Bush go, you’re a very good man!
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Osama runs the mountains we just chase
Blood flies up in a sand dune wake
As Laden continues to cruise
Isn’t it just the perfect excuse
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Bush said snap the face of Sadam
Its my job in the name of gas
He’s my fuel daddy!
He just happened to pay with my brother’s ass
V 4a
My quick question “must the Pres’dent give my face a slap?
Could Dick Cheney and Bushy boy keep my wishes on track?
Or is it my sole duty as mom tried to hen peck
To not be such a glutton, keep my desires in check
V 4b
He’s bad? NO no no I just do not believe
Dr. Bush only fueled my deficiencies
Like I said, I enable them and they enable me
Bottom line it’s all my fault as I and so greedy
Bridge #2
Please fix me god I’m pretty little ho
He’s a good good man, yeah Just give me what he owe
GM, Dodge and ford will bite the dust yo
Is that where we had to go?
V 5a
Bushys just a bit bully, not actually bad
But me, I am a dam sad man, a fat and sorry lad
Sadam Hussein is slain, Osama flees the mountains
Now Barak Obama must slap my bloody greedy hands
AUTHOR AND COMPOSER “CHRISTOPHER MARK KOHLER”
COPYRIGHT DATE DECEMBER 21, 2008

NEW CHINA GOOD LIFE
Copyright by Christopher Mark Kohler
November 2008
V1
To her Cantonese friend, she said as half a joke
So “When you getting married?”, and cracked him with a poke
Oh Then She remembered!, you must see every book
ts’ not the PhD he says, I feel so very broke
V2
I’m in love with someone, I’ll live and die in her nest
Absolutely must show, I’ll rake in piles of cash
Only then can I ask, with no kick in the ass
So she says you mean to say, us girls cost too much cash?
CHORUS1
What is New China good life?
Well, you alone can change it!
Good God....it is not my fault....
I can’t change the world alone
Yes you can! Alone!
What is New China’s good life?
Ya, you can change it!
Yeah you can, alone!
This is New China’s good life!
V3
He says you’re misguided, that is not what I mean
Come on don’t mess-up my mind, dying to be married
The “New China Good life”, if provided by me
She says “what is this good life”, I’m dying with worry
V4
Yeah (so) “What is the good life?”, what the fuck do I mean?
A smashing car and good house, American TV
Just wait are we certain, I’m clear on your meaning
A big car with an engine, while burning gasoline?
CHORUS 2
V5
Cars in new china, symbolize the good life
Infiltrates the atmosphere, of new society
She yells, gasoline car, symbol of idiot
Smoking old vehicle, symbol of selfish shit
BRIDGE
Is good life status, a moving target?
Rare things past, old engine is gas
Engine of gas must pass, their status has past
Status is love, cherish her ass
Symbol of status, New China Good Life is Free
Will you marry me? Marry me please!
V6
U can see where gas cars, got the rest of the west
Line-ups and high pump prices, cause the big bad US
Beg leaders for cheap oil, now big financial mess
Masquerade as world police; rob the globe with a mask
Thank Buddha for Obama
V7
It’s not my fault he cries; just want to love my girl
Just follow a lost comet, into the depths of hell?
No no he grins calmly, peaceful Tibet, recall?
Muslim Buddha Cong Fu Zi, Taoist Hindu come on!!
CHORUS3
Copyright by Christopher Mark Kohler
November 2008

DOWN CAME THE WALLS
Copyright by Christopher Mark Kohler
October 2008
V 1a
escaping class Qiáo Péng and Líu Bō
passin plastic meal tickets, to lunch they go
sweating over tension of basketball
Oblivious of the bull fight under toe
V 1b
chatting in the hall with that mentor they love
dài wĕi zhōng righteous math teacher of Bō
Zhōng knew none of what was next to unfold
he’ll forever rest in class, she says “my hero!”
V 2a
Down came the walls of the valleys and the rooms
Beichuan and many towns blew to the sky in bloom
All alone they stared Mother Nature in the eyes
From the basketball hoop they heard many people die
V 2b
Grade 3, 4 and more children squished beneath
Today’s heroes saw hard studied brains set free
Papers flutter like spirits of pretty birds and bees
Blue river turning red with pity’d words it greets
V 3a
later a lady crosses 2 mountain peaks yo
Tear drops steam over hot cheeks so gold
Inside boils pain of a rich life gone
Government job, home, daughter and grandson
V 3b
This lady’s house still 2 babies inside
buried under half a mountain mud slide
crying on the mountain spattered by rain
Hiking through panda land a new life to claim
V 4a
Sharon (Stone) says this is China’s fate
Is she really your friend Mr. Dālà Lămá
Seems she’s on crack from another planet
No gods here and China’s got plenty of strength
V 4b
Star King’s fantasy farm mid-slope
Grandma thanks Buddha for her sturdy log home
Flipped in her bed like (say luk) stir fried rice
She still gazes and leans on her bamboo pole
BRIDGE
Rock horns locked black
locked blocks no fault no blame
flames claim, rains drain
wind earth water fire n pain
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Time releases only stories
in tents on fields thousands wiery
ear to ground hear earth crack
again and again every day the with a snap
All summer of 2008 it didn’t slack
like a bouncing basketball inside our planet
Daily earthquakes came right back
ān1xiàn to dūjāingyàn, qīngchuān to miányáng,
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4 months later still over Richter 6
In fall with heavy rain red mud still rips
Receiving more spirits is the river calm
this inner mountain melancholy never ends
CHORUS
Up and down pounds the basketball
2:28 ground planet unlocks
Up and down slams earth and all
down come the walls, ai-yo down come the walls!
down come the walls, ai-yo down come the walls!
Copyright by Christopher Mark Kohler
October 2008

BUDDHA NITE
Copyright by Christopher Mark Kohler
Spring 2008
Chorus
Buddha nite Buddha nite, what is the Golden Mean?
Who was that Buddha vista, her favorite shame; what would be
Buddha nite Buddha nite, what is the Golden Mean?
Never will a western Christmas have such re al I tea!
V1
Early morning to rise, cold and dreary in mind
Sipping warm green tea he thinkin O-so-right
Gonna hike to the sky a Buddha Temple above
He’ll tell her then and there they must stomp the seed of love
V2
So they hiked and he thought, and he thought as they hiked
All night long his dream said does she love or just like?
Their on-line yakking sure su ggested she may
All day long his heart raced as he thought what to say
V3
The temple was calm, with its lotus and swan
Buddha’s walking and smiii ling through and through
But they sat on the lawn listening to EMINEM songs
When she began to kiss him they broke a golden rule.
V4
Well he don’t know much about Buddhist rules
And he don’t know much about western love fools
But a buddha loves to love and to tolerate is cool
First kiss was in the temple just like Sū Dūng bō (‘s) Chū sú *
V5
Later Christmaaas night a present un folded itself
Buddha’s offering to him like incense wafting from the shelf
The most holey liftin bitchin gift he’d ever received
Laying there with she was he in total disbelief
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For introduction, and fills in breaks
Amitabha amitabha, mitabha saparah, tarata
Prajnaparamita, mayura-Sutra, Saddharamapundarika
Copyright by Christopher Mark Kohler
Spring 2008

SKIN TO SKIN
BY Christopher Mark Kohler 2006
v1
Squeezing between bodies of night market Shanghai
Joined a pretty Chinese girl sucking on some Hua Mei (plumb)
Flashing silken deep black pearls, says do you like my qi pao (red dress)
Linda listened with jealousy and her skin was soft as snow
v2
cross cultural buds they were bla bla bling bla bling
Cruising with their cheeks hugging onto bicycle seats
Proud as peacocks passing slow rolling music cranking police
On Nanjing road yeah, rolling down Nanjing street
v3
early in the mornin loving Linda’s creamy projections
Who’s hair held pillows from floating to blue skies
Admiring the mirror yet something didn’t feel just right
prety’ly camly awaiting her cool white injection
Bridge
Can’t you just stay in your skin, Oh why?
Things always better over there? Oh my.
You bear the damage of thieves stealing identities.
Oh never mind the Tely, mags, and World wide spider web
Medical ethics gone out of line, more and more, wild wild wild!
CHORUS
v4
Linda world traveler a chilllin back in Canada eh
Slithering sliding skating over frozen Trois Riviere
Later admiring the mirror yet something just didn’t look right
Waiting for the tanning booth to burn her I-den-tit-ay
CHORUS
Skin to skin skin to skin skin to skin
Cancerous catastrophes all tied up in a dream
COME ON, your not a comelian! Don’t jump from skin to skin
Skin to skin skin to skin skin to skin BY Christopher Mark Kohler 2006

Mushroom Cloud Bun
BY Christopher Mark Kohler 2006
v1
Like a frog, Leaping off leaves
Minds bound in chaotic weaves
Consciously perching, she flings to eaves
Soaring off far on a mountain bike tease
v2
Leafy country road, a wake of streaming tears
Braving rutty trails, murk, and full moon
Yellow bird alights, inhaling sense from a wave
Cheer up the burning ball, dimensionless feng schway
Bridge
Gotta get outta here please let me be
She headed down there, but ended up here
Her cannon is pointed, the dread (aversion, antipathy) disappears!
Clinging to the barrel and un-twisting time
Why do you run!, why do you streak!
Why do you run!, why do you streak!
I’m serving your meal hun!, am I some freak?
Redirected!! again! AND A Gain!
v3
To the castle, tall on the ledge
Crying fuzz-do, a mirror façade
Holendaise on palm, blacktied Garcon screams!
BY Christopher Mark Kohler 2006
Chorus.
she gotta run run, She gotta get away
on a mushroom cloud bun grinning bout her sins
Buckin, bronkin, all alone and playin
arched up high on a mushroom cloud bun

MR. FORESTREE
BY Christopher Mark Kohler 2006
v1
In Bella Coola, where wild things roam abrave
Rivers pass out salmon till they’re stacked up in the cave
Hills smothered with jolly greens, waving in the haze
The forest needs a helping hand, utilitarian ways
v2
A little bit of training and the mouse was yanked right in
Lumber jacks look up to me say he behind his wooden desk
They figure I'm the one with all the cash and gin
I'll watch for them, please pass another cigarette
v3
Mousy hired environmental man, so hot to changing times
The natives really like him, and the guv’ment thinks he's cool
But heeee’s highly trained and was spooking mousy’s mind
Pass another cigarette and we’ll pay him shotgun rules
BRIDGE
You have to fight and fight and fight, even if those varmints cry
Crash the governmental BBCue, you Mt. man from hell
Timber on the burial grounds, no bone proof of past tribes
Wind, rain, snow or sleet should’nt dull the chainsaw teeth
(better have another cigarette….)
v4
When forests fall around the tree, everybody hears
That last tree just might drop the trust in me
Bears claws slice at me while eagles scratch my eye
My final cigarette please bloods gushing I must cry
CHORUS
Mrs Grizzly’s running free thank you Mr. Forestree!
With Codes and laws and protection strategies
Caribou stride though cigarette smoke lies
potlatch on the rise, respecting first nations prize
Mr. Forestree BY Christopher Mark Kohler 2006

MASTER PLAN
BY
Christopher Mark Kohler 2006
Jerry’s bestest buddy let him in on the master plan, (after which)
jerry was really in a twisted state man, (didnt know how to twitch),
breaching confidentiality could send Jagger to the wholly grail (life’s a swish)
sworn to secrecy Jer began to lose his fingernails (he was finished)
CHORUS
Stabbing revenge or raking your misery? Why make that MASTER PLAN?
All people close get worse in their expectations of us, I know exactly what you mean!
just say fuck you I am doing what I want to do fuck you man
Fuck you, I’m doing what I want to do fuuuuuck the MASTER PLAN

Jagger I have been there, mind you not so very close
it fazes me a hellava lot that you planned the final toast
It took a lot of strength I envy that, but way more to pull yourself back
If you do it jag I’ll just be dead! Please don’t buddah you’re the most!

If you come back into those dark zones at any time.
just say the word, ill be there with you bud (I’ll be your brother in blood)
one day im on the top next IM myred in the mud (don’t leave your mother unplugged)
And Jag if you CAN see me crying please give me a big hug
Bridge
But ya know man when I think about the time I have left here on this decrepid planet, it aint long,
even if I’m on the street, brown bag wine, newspapers to keep me warm I’m hangin tall.
nobody’s gonna know the difference a thousand years, a thousand years gone
I aint gonna give in to some dick that, like a prick, makes me feel like a clown

Finally sitting here reefin and a chuggin, our favorite rockin songs
Here for a final buzz On, just what IS the Master Plan?
Stereo blarin we’re singing full blast
Happy as pigs in shit just like were lost
Laughin cause the KEY’S IN THE IGNITION, and its stayin OFF
BY Christopher Mark Kohler 2006

CRYSTAL CLEAR
BY Christopher Mark Kohler 2006
Onto this planet he was thrown
She delivered him sliding like H 2 O
Clean clear tongue licked him up and down
Green blue eyes just too blind to know
Just didn’t know
Chorus
Oh someone tainted crystal clear with kerosene,
Lifes an illusion, a slickly rainbow sheen
Denser than a sparkling pool of blood
He cant see crystal clear who comes in floods,
Crystal clear!
Watered demons sprout legs and arms of flames
He sucked her up so clean and cool
her Coal black hair waving from his limo jewel
she should have known flushing down the toilet bowl
BRIDGE
shoot the people, steal black tea, hold your water, don’t you see, blood for oil, gas for tea, oil for air, cant you see, fuel the car, fight the dream, stop the shame, stop the blame, stop the racial game!
The news strikes, (today) they fear Horrida Bella
War throttles full, bottled water in hand
Heading for oil in far away lands
Thundering tidal waves smash diamonds to tears
CHORUS BY Christopher Mark Kohler 2006
Fighting for oil as water turns to gold
Just ride and ride to make my pussy purr
We really don’t need it lets can this buick lasabre
But on it goes, into the tank blood pours

SMOKIN PLANTS
(mom n dad’s dilemma)
BY Christopher Mark Kohler 2006
v1
His big cousins girl was real excited, yes very much so
Thought it was real wrong when he was at it a month ago
Tonight again “exposed” before sociality arose.
All confused she screams and mommy gets the news of smoke
v2
Big bro’s on Poco gold with Joan, not far out back
His girls giggle downstairs puffin daddy’s stash
Pa behind his cloud and his hiding sweeties beg don’t rat!
Should mom and daddy really know? What should they know?
Bridge
Mommy daddy don’t be so hypocritical
Don’t rupture the law we offspring can’t offend
Treat it like whiskey daddy lets not be pitiful
Smoke it with us moma, like you used to pretend
v3
Society’s not always the ideal idol.
Parent kid dilemma all whacked up in a cage
With ganja outlawed and booze OK at certain years of age
Mom and dad simply no place to hide, oh no
v4
And with the beatings and the shootings
And the cheatings and the lootings
Its case dismissed cannabis acquitted
Going straight to prison alcohol blacklisted
no wonder mom and dad are so fucked up
Chorus
Ya gotta take it in your own hands, smoking plants
smell the sweetgrass take your own stand eeya eeya
brownie eating politician cant make your plans
those clowns don’t even admit when there smoking plants
BY Christopher Mark Kohler 2006