The Voices In My Head

Crickets In The Night
Old McDonald had a farm. E-I-E-I-O. And on his farm, he had a cricket. E-I-E-I-O. With an ‘eee eee’ here. With an ‘eee eee’ there. Everywhere an ‘eee eee.’ Old McDonald had a farm. E-I-E-I-O.


My Stomach At High-Tide
Pyoaowlraou. Pew pew ping! Qoinnngrrrrwaaaararrroool. Blooooop bloOOoop bleeeeaaaaaouuuw. Mmmmmrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaah. Snurrrrgle-bloooruglaaarah.