untitled love the hitchhiker! oh yay! I got Buckethead! exit doom buggy |
untitled disney can't compare the happiest place on earth is Bucketheadland |
untitled when he plays it's like the sounds of those dead chickens coming through his hands |
untitled under cardboard crown brews secrets of the unknown long curly ringlets |
stun box parade the slunk marches on toward a fate he knows not... knocking gun awaits |
don't concentrate on the fingers AKA all that heavenly glory how does he do it? i close my eyes and wonder "don't think, FEEL" he said |
haiku for Maximum Bob digging the hole deep the lime keeps the smell at bay were there witnesses? |
east sider's lament aka non-Californian's lament I wait patiently for Bucket to reach these parts won't he swing my way? |
a haiku for Disk turntable masta he's holding it down, ese para la gente |
untitled pop n' lockin' B swinging nunchuks like Bruce Lee robotic ninja |
untitled watched all the movies through the peephole in the fence mem'ries from the coop |
a haiku for Saucy Patches everlasting fun is beating up some cardboard no more bad feelings |
bakery binge plum almond crumble six inches diameter hard to remember |
untitled steel door slams open he can't escape I know it death on a meat hook |
untitled Saw Big B with Guns bought a ticket to NOLA please leave Cali soon |
November 18, 2000 found in a used bin that Giant Robot CD it changed everything |
untitled Lord Guillotine's here Giant Robot saves the day Tokyo is saved |
love at first fright A total psycho Reminds me of a robot Playing a guitar |
untitled Whirling nunchaku With his lightning-fast hands he Makes us all dizzy |
untitled After the concert I fall asleep dreaming of Deadly sonic arts |
it's fun to go on rides the greatest ride is in pure imagination at Bucketheadland |
Chickin in the Fridge um, is it just me or does your fridge cluck at you probably just me |
San Francisco Girl with Broken Arm succubus tongue flicks Buckethead is a nice kid you must not have known |
Princess Oke Hitsu listen silent one oke hitsu she is kind silent one listen |
radio show lady what can we expect ribbit, oh, giggle, robots you will see robots |
about forty buckets Buckethead graveyard striped chicken bucket tombstones poor sad dead chickens |
the music makers we are the music we are the dreamers of dreams Buckethead loves us |
My Pirate San Juan I love my Pirate Your eyes take my breath away Who says you need air |
Wazah! Kick the Chiken half of a chicken one for you and one for you chicken burial |
Sad Farewell, Solo-lan-nano Beach I sure miss you Mom Saddest face, in a sad place Buckethead is gone |