Once Upon A Coconut Like Nesquik out da can I think it, then I can Need a guru, I'm the man In supply I got demand Need a sample mail it to you I arrive like out the blue dude Do you influence multitudes of groups? Unusual Every day all black Just like I pull up to da funural Respect; I keep it mutual Interests and got intellect, delicable like Ecuadorian bananas in DeLorean Or waffles with some syrup on it Sir up in my stirrups: wanted Not about the gossip But it's possible I'll ponder on it Somber I got calmer on em Sub I put a collar on I pull up in the suburbs in a suburban And get my mother on, For father's sake I put the cock in peacock On my color guard I call that comical Scouts honor I don't go to comicon Unless I gotta talk about the robot that I roll up on Or Show up on the show I wrote But no this ain't no 30 Rock My references out of date And my resources out of order But for the record I sort of shudder When forced to watch that law and order show I just don't SVU Omg I don't envy you, I'd rather NV just to EDC so you could see me On TV or In the booth That would be cool —da guru. JOEL ZIMMERMAN wakes up to find three dead mice all lined up in a row; he is uneasy (despite his expression for the most part, remarkably unchanged) —as this is the sure sign of a nemesis. It may even be SKRILLEX. Immidiately he moves through the kitchen and past at least four SUPERMODELS and into the room Where he keeps his mau5 heads— Each of them have been very specifically mutilated, besides one, kept—again—remarkably— intact. It seems to have been activated by a motion censor. It relays a musical message, then explodes. ☠️ ☠️ ☠️ …yes, this was definitely Skrillex. But then— Who really is Skrillex? who really is anybody? More philosophical questions. It seems time for a long ride with some hot girls— And, maybe— A call to the old “friend” {Enter The Multiverse} DILLON FRANCIS is awaiting a very important call. He should know something about this. The phone isn't ringing yet, but it will. DEADMAU5 crashes though the entire wall in an ARMORED SUPERCAR. …or that. — then the phone rings. …it's JOEL. {Enter The Multiverse} Don't worry, I hate you. Good, Jesus Christ. I'm fucking the God version of you in my half sleep More like, Dead on straight Lovemaking Of light proportions But no problem It is all just another portion of a program, Another fierce projection of obsession— So what? I have four of 'em. (I bore them, And they all ignore me.) I woke up this morning After napping in New York On a walkway between Two okay casinos in Vegas But don't know which ones Or what it's called Somewhere between the Encore And the Fashion Show I probably should get back, you know I got a court date coming up I'm on, New York It's really what you wanted Did I leave another Jim unattended from this show Oh, of course The Jim Crow Era! Now that's relevant And scary isn't isn't it? I'm sober But I told you, bro The show is over I gotta protect my sponsorship orders of Coconut water I work under informants For Nothing under the table I'm so under toxic sonic torture I've been disabled I re-upped on all the pancake But I'm out of maple syrup So here's seven for the sixes; I'm severing all connections, I'm severely out of order And I'm running out of water, Look, Call Mr. remarkable And tell him I'm in a mark up Had a hallmark card for Dillon's mother But gave it a second thought and Sent it as a thank you card for my aunt, —The original sponsor; And I should probably hawk or pawn the rock But that would be a whole total disaster, I fucking promise I T S A N A M Y T H Y S T So— Enjoy the mix; (It's a shit one) It'll be a distant and short hiatus, But either way, I gotta make Electricity and rent Without filling it with my purpose so, I gotta cut the show off I'm toppled over at the plaza Laugh at it if you will, But only if it's real I wrote my will and posted it I live and die inside this show I came to the city to live But it's just dying in New York If you go broke and only does your art support you — there's the notice; Couldn't leave you cold Just cause my heart is. [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S & Tales of a Superstar DJ Returns This Fall on All Platforms. thanks for listening. -Ū