Bug Powder Dust

This song is loaded with references, mainly from the film of The Naked Lunch by William S. Burroughs. There are a number of versions available, the original from the album 'Clear' but the most highly regarded being the Kruder & Dorfmeister Sessions mix which is chilled out enough to keep fruit fresh.

[Edit: BMcc]

mr blau is a dumbfuk

I prefer Jason Mraz's interpretation in his song "Conversation With Myself"

I've heard this was an attempt to fit as many pop culture references in as possible.

The line "typewriter that's sexier" line is also interpreted as "tight bite of dyslexia" by a lot of people... I hear the latter, I must say, even though the former would make more sense in regards to the Burroughs and beat poet references.

Those lyrics are terribly incomplete and inaccurate - I've submitted an update but it'll probably never get changed. Here are the lyrics as far as I can hear (from the album version):

[I think it's time to discuss your … ah … Philosophy of drug use as it relates to artistic endeavor]

Check it, yo!

I always hit the tape with a rough road styles You heard the psychedelic and ya came from miles Keep my rhymes thick like a Guinness brew So you could call me black and tan when I'm wreckin' a crew

I'm like Bill Lee writing when he's in Tangiers I'm out on a soul safari with my Beatnik peers Analog reel and a little distortion Smokin' on somethin' s'you could say I'm scorchin'

I never been the type to brag but well Make a man burn his draft card like it was Hair Send you up the river like your lookin' for Kurtz I got the mugwump jism up in every verse

I always hit the apple when I'm going to shoot So you can call me William Tell or Agent Cooper to boot Mr. Mojo Risin' on the case again So tell your mother and your sister and your sister's friends

Like an exterminator running low on dust I'm bug powder itchin' and I can't be trussed Interzone trippin' and I'm off to Annexia I gotta get a typewriter that's sexier

My name is Justin and that's all that's it And I'll be spittin' rhymes wicked like it ain't no shit Houses of the Holy like Jimmy Page But the song remains the same so I'm stuck in a rage

Just like Jane when she's going to Spain I think I'm going away tomorrow, just a fool in the rain Light up the candles and bless the room I'm paranoid, snow blind, just a black meat fool

(Refrain 2x) Bug powder dust and mugwump jism The wild boys runnin' round Interzone trippin' Letter to Control about the Big Brother Tryin' like hard to not blow my cover

Never been a fake and I'm never phony I got more flavor than the packeted macaroni Rock drippin' from my every vowel I've got the soul of the sixties like Ginsberg's Howl

Shootin' mad ball and I'm always jukin' Take you to the hole and I'm surely hoopin' Top of the Pops like the Lulu show I'll take a walk on Abbey Road with my shoes unsoled

I got a splinter though, damn, you know man it hurt I got a Vegemite sandwich from Men at Work I keep minds in line, but time sublimes, So when you search you find something like a gold mine

A psychedelic meanderings in the poem I got a patter, patter anyplace that I roam Waiting for the sun on a Spanish caravan Solar eclipse and I'm feeling like starin' man

(Refrain 2x) Bug powder dust and mugwump jism The wild boys runnin' round Interzone trippin' Letter to Control about the Big Brother Tryin' like hard to not blow my cover

Who's that man in the windowpane Got somethin' on his tongue and it's startin' to stain Sho' nuff equipped so I can get down Step up on my ladder and you'll get beat down

Hash bar styles so I'm singin' day glow Wakin' up the dead like Serpent and the Rainbow Jeff Spicoli roll me another hay The Fish that Saved Pittsburgh with Doctor J

Shockin' your vag like a faulty vibrator Hear me now, but you'll probably get the vibe later Who knows where the wicked wind blows Que sera sera just leave it alone

Great Space Coaster, toast of the town, tinker Makin' midgets with my man Doctor Shrinker Pass the hookah, throw down the pillows Cloth on the ceiling, blow rings that billows Kick off the shoes and relax your feet Now roll up your sleeves for this lyrical treat

(Refrain 2x) Bug powder dust and mugwump jism The wild boys runnin' round Interzone trippin' Letter to control about the Big Brother Tryin' like hard to not blow my cover

[I think it's time for you boys to share my last taste... Of the true black meat: flesh of the giant aquatic Brazillian centipede]

Ah!! the true black meat of the giant aquatic brazilian centipede, mmmmm centipede uuuuggghhhh