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Instrumental Monumental
04:03
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INSTRUMENTAL MONUMENTAL
I got a balloon in my eye,
And I’m sticking to it
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Underground Lullaby
06:42
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UNDERGROUND LULLABY
The possessors of gold
The extractors of souls
A nine to five cancer
It’s the right to be secure
The right to a routine
The grind of a routine
This is how we die…
Love is for the weak
Love’s for everybody
A wedding in a chapel
A marriage in a gas chamber
Load the canon with the baby
Life as function over form
This is how we die…
Father Jesus in my pocket
The winter light will fall from Heaven
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Here’s someone else to make decisions
Death with doubt, it’s His ultimate suffering
But, we still bother all the same
This is how we die…
Learning to read in a bunker with no light
Learning to speak, but never to weed
The sheep-skinned prisoners are marching in line
To pledges and to haunting school bell anthems
And the intellectuals
Oh, how much more they are fooled
This is how we die…
You never talk, you never think
You never mention the social system
The troll under the bridge that will never die
The sin machine – if you’re into that
Autonomy failed
And onwards towards Britvaica!
This is how we die
This is how we die
This is how you die…
This is how you’ll die
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THE UNDISTURBED NOTES OF A SPACE CADET, OR 4 HOURS
Your arms stretched out
In the middle of the air
What if the sky
Would fall and crush your limbs?
The television
Injects your mind with troubled dreams
Now you’ll know
You’ll never sleep out here again
On the bridge
You’re strolling towards another place
Sleepless, on your back
Millions leap over your body
Next to you
A stranger talks of circumcision
Lobotomy
You want to pinch your eyes and wake
Oh, what now?
It’s time for a break
When was the body
Supposed to be a grave?
You’re looking down
What’s left of your fingers is skin
You shouldn’t have
Pushed the nails into your skin
CHORUS:
There is no rest for the running man
Then you wake up
At least you think that you did
You wander ‘round the house
But something is not right
You look around
Nothing, it’s all right
Then you go back to bed
At least you think that you did
CHORUS
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PALE AND THE LOLLIPOP BOMB
The handbag on the street
Contains the misplaced caution
Of everybody in town
They left their baggage here
And turned around and ran
So what is the beginning
Of what happened?
A tree now stands by itself
Next to one’s forlorn shadow
The sun is blowing bubbles
While the moon smokes a cigar
The grasshopper writes a song
While someone leaves their body
He turned around and ran
Uncertain situations
The hand that strokes fear’s thigh
The fuel of true perception
A friend, but not to many
The central nervous system
The dance of dissolution
A box of saved nail clippings
A diary of self-distrust
Of those who’ve turned and ran
And while the streets are empty
Existence shedding its skin
For temporary comfort
A man who woke from slumber
He turned around and ran…
He turned around and ran
Turned around and ran
He turned around and ran
Turned around and ran
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5. |
Safe Ways
03:46
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SAFE WAYS
The belt’s tied around your mouth
All the curtains have been drawn
All those thoughts you had of leaving
Left you behind on the train
And the note upon the table
Nothing’s written, but it’s signed:
“From the Warden of Society:
Welcome back, let’s join the feast!”
There’s a book upon the table
And it’s wrapped inside a flag
Gagged with wrapping tape
Like the hands around your neck
All the flowers in the garden
And the face upon the moon
They don’t mean a single thing
When we come to join the feast
There’s marriage and there’s love
And a soldier earns his medals
And the only way out that he thought
Was through education
There’s a church full of castrati
Aristotle sits in prison
Everyone will hold hands and start singing
When we hold the feast
The belt’s tied around your mouth
All the curtains have been drawn
All those thoughts you had of leaving
Left you behind on the train
And the note upon the table
Nothing’s written, but it’s signed
There’s always room for one more body
When you join the feast
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STRAWBERRY RIFLE (REFLEX)
Tonight the stars will fall onto the backyard of our mind. The bells will chime, and all the people’s prayers will turn to dust. There’s only compromise, where once there was hope. And all the cripples will fall. The scarecrows jump out from the bushes like a pop-up book and put the rope to your head. And all those idiots with flasks and flowers in their hair… The drunken bastards drink the wine and all the smiles come out. There’s only happiness. The ashtray cradles truth. And only ashes remain. The angels in the trashcan, recycled for hand-me-downs. And all the haloes are mine.
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Spoiler U.S.M.
03:35
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SPOILER U.S.M.
I had an idea
I swear I did
I had it a second ago
But, I don’t know where it went
I know I had one
I made it up myself
It’s a good one
It’s on the tip of my tongue
That’s where I left it last
Oh, wait…
I didn’t make it up
But, I still don’t remember what it was
But, whatever it was
It was dumb
‘Cause I didn’t make it up
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8. |
Blowgun
04:00
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BLOWGUN
You flash me with your gaping hole
The legs of your mouth open wide
The words dart out like bats from caves
We’re drowning in your sea of bubbles
Too many sugar coated words
Too many useless bits of speech
Too many…
And the best thing from your mouth is nothing
You cartwheel over coffee tables
The wind is blown into our face
A lack of discipline
It doesn’t matter what you’re saying
Silence is a fragile fetus
And it seems that it’s a weapon
Now the airscape’s interrupted
A corpse buried deep in the dirt
The bullet’s loaded in the gun
The fertilizer has been poisoned
The monastery nun’s been touched by God
The skeleton is in your bed
Yes, your bed
With a pillow over your head
Duct tape around and around
Around your mouth
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I PREFER SODOMY OVER MATH
The mouse lays on the trap
Not with a sore neck
But, with a broken neck
Blood on the inside
Now on the outside
Through his nose, his mouth, his ears, and eyes – his dead eyes
His lifeless body trapped
Under his metal god
All he wanted was
Some tasty peanut butter
But, by surprise <SNAP!>
Not quick enough to get ah-oooh-owt!
His face smashed in his last meal
That poor mouse, dead
In a stranger’s house
What would his friends say?
Was he just really hungry?
Or was it a suicide?
What what what?
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PROGRESS ON A BLIP SCREEN
Today I chipped my tooth
The calcium never pays
The fields of milk they lie
They lie and stroke like silk
I’m writing a letter
To an answering machine that just hoards voices
Each letter is a postcard
A collage
A documentation
A scrapyard full of bones
Full of chips and lips and hits
Each addressed to no one
(Apparently)
Please return to sender
There was another girl with a broken tooth
I could’ve sworn her name was Nikki
But, we both knew it wasn’t
There were many of them with the same name
The red and black hair
Both alike, yet not
A series of fits
Of epileptic seizures from one’s imagination
Or just a broken melody on a banjo
And there was a structure
But, their names were never Nikki
Besides, those destined for Italy
Have merely five seconds to live
A long time, no?
Tonight, the arms fell off my clock
But, that’s all right
Now we can no longer be crucified
We have better things to do, anyway
Than to go around trying to be martyrs
A crutch and a medal
Those things are for those with swimming pools
And for those who hold their heads up high
With cosmetic surgery and helium balloons
I prefer the liquid crutch
If I want hallucinations
I want to enjoy them
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11. |
Sanitarium
09:46
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SANITARIUM
The fruit falls from the tree onto the ground
These notes we found were buried in the mud
The fossils hold the secret of perception
And the only limitation is the one of our existence
Three physicists and the corpses of three nurses
In the room Newton and Einstein wield revolvers
Rationalism hanging by a string
Like the sinking of a dead weight
Like the noose around a neck
The eyes of the magician fall onto the desk
A sacred language spoken
And the man is turned to dust
Sweet Analysis you are my only one
Dig a hole into my body
Plant your eyes into my skull
Pinwheels spinning deep inside a darkened cave
And a little girl is lost because she uttered her first word
Pull the rug out from beneath her
Semaphores are planted
Now there’s a twinkle in her eye
The pen is out of ink, but keeps on scribbling
In the closet hang the limbs we didn’t need
Staring into eyepieces with butcher knives
The suicide of mystery
Of spontaneity
The sacrificial lambs are on the table
And you give a toast right before the cops barge in
They’re going to put you in a cell by morning
But anxiety became the law
Because the morning never came
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The Marauding Band of Cut-Throats San Diego, California
Side project formed in San Diego, California, consisting of Adolf NS (Raygun Circus, Tactical Fever, Street of Little Girls,
Cori Celesti), Brian Long, and Carrie Gillespie (Hexa, Høurs, Tactical Fever, Street of Little Girls).
For more information, visit:
rayguncircus.com/mboc.html
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