Marc Rebillet is Today’s Frank Zappa

the torture never stops so they let it out through music on the street corner, in a venue it doesn’t really matter because the music has to come out it’s not an art form but breathing and if the music doesn’t come out that little demon grows inside inflating like a balloon until it’s so big that it pops and we don’t want that, no we just want to dance we just want the truth we want it unfiltered and from the mouth spit in our ears we say but do it groovy do it funk like lay it down and chop it up and don’t give no shits about what them idiots say who don’t know who are covered in trash and lies who listen to pop plastered pulp don’t give no shits and give it to us raw and outside and like medicine because we need it for fucks sake we really need it now