SEVEN)SUNS – Quote Unquote (Mr. Bungle)

Tribeca New Music presents: SEVEN)SUNS performing Mr. Bungle’s “Travolta” (later re-titled as “Quote/Unquote”, due to legal implications), live at Nancy Manocherian’s – The Cell, NYC (April 17, 2016).

The song is taken from Mr. Bungle’s self-titled debut album (1991).

Amanda Lo, violin; Earl Maneein, viola; Fung Chern Hwei, violin; Jennifer DeVore, cello

MR. BUNGLE’S “TRAVOLTA” (“QUOTE/UNQUOTE”)

All behold the spectacle A fleshy limbless rectangle Sitting on a pedestal So nasal handicapable

Contortions that he can’t recall Sniff and remember silver ball The torso on a trampoline The happiness melts into dream To talk is an enunciated sneeze To tatse is some foul air to breathe

One thought, it lasts a day And at that rate – he’ll most likely live forever!!!!!!!!!! He’s a bird in flight, a hermaphrodite

And he fucks himself as he fucks the world His twitching brain can dance within A secret means of ecstasy Gyrating more like gelatin Acute and very olfactory To see is colors crawling in the nose

To hear is stinking highs and lows

He’s got an itch, but nothing with which To scratch the itch – so wish it away

With his mouth sewn shut, he still shakes his butt ’cause he’s Hitler & Swayze & Trump & Travolta

Smell. Sweat. Movement. Disco. Everyone’s dancing. Dimple. Fading. Darker. A subtle fragrance. Faint. Everyone’s dancing without him. Where did it go? Dark. Odorless. Nothing