HYENA BLUES

“The high ones die, die. They die. You look up and who's there?
—Easy, easy, Mr Bones. I is on your side.
I smell your grief.
—I sent my grief away. I cannot care
forever. With them all align & again I died
and cried, and I have to live.” - JB

Hey there boys, don’t make a noise, there is a pack of hyenas chasing after you.

Hey little girl, give it a whirl, there is a pack of hyenas chasing after you.

Hey my friend, comprehend, a deadly pack of hyenas is chasing after you.

Doctor, doctor woke up dead.

Doctor, doctor seein’ red.

These hyenas are chasing after me.

Run amok and cough and moan.

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Run amok and cough and moan.

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Run amok and cough and moan, can’t find the time to be alone.

These hyenas are chasing after you.

[I’m gonna] field you like a mouse.

[Can I] build you a new house?

[Can I] live inside yr dream?

[Can I] be yr moonbeam?

[Can I] wear all of yr clothes?

[Can I] lick all of yr toes?

Take away my happiness.

[“Bow down to your master. Kiss my Converse. BOW!” - The Shogun of Harlem]

fetish fetish fetish fetish

lick, muzzle, dream, nuzzle

fetish fetish fetish fetish

Run amok and cough and moan.

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Run amok and cough and moan.

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Run amok and cough and moan, can’t find the time to be alone.

These hyenas, these hyenas….

[Are gonna] field you like a mouse.

[Can I] build you a new house?

[Can I] live inside yr dream?

[Can I] be yr moonbeam?

[Can I] wear all of yr clothes?

[Can I] lick all of yr toes?

Take away my happiness.

Field you like a mouse.

[Can I] build you a new house?

[Can I] live inside yr dream?

[Can I] be yr moonbeam?

[Can I] wear all of yr clothes?

[Can I] lick all of yr toes?

Take away my happiness.

[SAMPLES: “Dream Song 36” by John Berryman (1969); The Shogun of Harlem; Konyak Naga Harvest Hymn, recorded by Christoph von Furer-Heimendorf, from The Men Who Hunted Heads: The Nagas of Assam (1970, BBC).]