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Minuteman for the Moment

by Look What I Did

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[praetexta](subject) the orator's never listening but he understands us perfectly our fears, our hopes, our faults, our dreams this is what i do for him and this is what he does for me [v1](narrator) when your time does whatever it is that time does when it doesn't at least as far as your concerned the periphery dissipates which is in essence what you might believe was your life was never even a part of it check mate... hey! [choral](subject) the rusted screws serve a purpose bend at the elbows the arms are not just for melting off i can be your action figure pose me in your favorite military taunt [postchoral] i will do backbends for anyone [v2](narrator) consciousness fading does not leave room for the companionship of another blinking light that shared experiences can be calculated as percentages of time spent waiting in line or taking out the trash is the scariest fucking thing checkmate... hey [choral] [postchoral 2](subject) i will do backbends for anyone warning! (narrator) a mob's an angry sea that swallows everything [outro](orator) let's band together to protect the weak the weak they need a banner to fly and mine is the one that they'll hold up fasces... hey! our commodity is your dissent your angst, my wallet get in my wallet counterculture sure is big business! and this is what i do for it and this is what it does for me! the [] = schedule in arrangement the () = which character is being played during the schedule.
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caret cornered milky luster in a creek bed everybody wants to find it there not the market or a coal mine in a corn field there it would lay lost someones rock is your perspective someones fear is your divining rod water bucket ripple ocean nothings swim their magnetized course home that's why we can't have nice things in this house last time we left you here you cracked the good china 13th century ming or whatever cmon the way you treat it he should've spun this gold for someone else put ketchup all over fast food asshole what difference does it make you're a gem some really special shit and someone else might not appreciate it like i do a porcelain soul fired so smooth is rare enough to take precautions calm down over there butterfingers it's not a napkin you can't just use her flesh to wipe your face act like you've been here or i'll never bring you back all of the jewels left they will horde them if you let them do it
3.
The Soiree 05:13
You find yourself pitched, drained to a pit Of whatever that crushes you Usually there's someone up top With what looks like some rope, it's not It's just for appearance They'd make it with twine But didn't have time Too busy planning their outfits To prove them a hero They hold you down 'til they break your will Everybody is taking pills There's all this pity we give out of sequence Let's just have a party, it's far more convenient All of the guests have arrived too early There's not enough sympathy to go around I should have had it catered The excuses are stocked The snacks aren't your fault and are certain Regardless of what you want to eat Take a dip in the pool The sorrows feel fine and besides They'll drown you eventually We'll all have some whine And feel conscious of time, existentially And look down our noses To those we find simpler What are we supposed to do Until then Seriously You put so much effort in forms Pitch curves, depths and nobody notices Let yourself slip, make a mess Harm, break and suddenly Everyone's watching you It's not your fault It's just conditioning We all love a good wreck, I know I do We'll stop and stare Watch them peeled out We all love a good wreck, I know I do I'll have one, right now They hold you down 'til they break your will Everybody is taking pills There's all this pity we give out of sequence Let's just have a party, it's far more convenient How are we supposed to arrive If everyones already there How are we supposed to survive If everyones already dead
4.
grandma says the land you've tilled by hand is meant to be mine goodbye put this in your show and watch it islam don't teach suicide or killing innocent people you need another target your show is a porno that cain wouldn't jerk to ishmael must be villainized so we can be proven right despite your show is a porno that cain wouldn't jerk to the type of garbage that no man would find mildly erotic it's become a snuff film now man give us a break it's filthy disgusting foul the kind of swill that cain wouldn't jerk to the fox eats tv ishmael
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watch your head take cover it's raining pleasantries it'll mess up your hair your cookout your street fair your girlfriend or your phone calls just don't mean much to me compulsive obsession with things (your fashion, elections, your vision, and excrement) people diversion and depth low rent frail insides painted on dense reinforced skin protecting me kant let kant let go of me kant let kant let go of everybody kant let kant let's go for me kant let kant let's leave your hobbies collections your lifestyles and bed room sets don't mean much to me unthinking allegiance to thieves (your meth lab, your dildos, kabbalah, and yoga class) people places and things nouns verbs false cognates language abuse innuendo word --interrupt-- you messed up my hair kant! you dreamt us from each others minds kat! if perception defines you just made that up and now the problem is mine and now your dismal outlook we've shared this song will show your tired point to be wrong and prove to all the world that i'm here and you're there and they're there and we are bullshit architect our pontiff the oil peaks i read that today cold fusion hooray tomorrow if not something else
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let's make a pact officially proclaiming the fact that everyone's officially blaming everyone else if you took your image with the same spark you take to absorbing their torture with equal contempt they're inside you and you're in them neutral ground you'll see you can't attack me you can't affect me those were the conditions just attack me the mirror you service it hungry with two fists the loathing exploding your spite in your own face our conscience has caught us we'll bury it no excuses remain to save us now let's make a pact blaming everyone else
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Since the prince got his new read He all forgot what he's made of And you must expect that the tools that got him here He'll still use to protect his wealth of influence And yet the means to lord your fingers With fear of your teeth might seem excessive To throat the head of a mob You got a better idea But if we catch him We'll still string him up He's calm, he's smooth His soft eyes, his warm smile His charm, composure He's our man Guys, this thing feels fixed Can I have my money back There's little chance that we can win We didn't read the manual I've got a new ill now to fight It is my duty to champion And though it's only a shadow cast by him Who blocks the path of my view Of the light of the outcome I've yet to feel the warmth compulse And the strength of a group Is what the run off And when the energy dims I'll find a fresher ideal It's so exciting I can't get enough He's cold, he's slick His blank gaze, his wry smile He lied, forget him Who's my man Guys this thing feels fixed Can I have my money back There's little chance that we can win You didn't read it Guys this thing feels fixed Can I have my money back There's little chance that we can win You didn't read the rule book That's what a sovereign's for You were dependent on me depending on your Welfare depends on me to survive The harsh climate of today is the time to join me Or fail in the eyes of your friends Give me your trust, I am your now The princess wants the prince to let them go You know, if you have a kinder yoke to steer them You let her know She'll put his every pleasure in her ledger Balance the pain expense that remains Against his phallus She's warm, her kind compassion She can't lead, she'll fail Forget her, where's our man Time better spent making a sandwich
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My chest is a ribcage, filled with bees Spires, flames, Cincinnatti Reminds me of hell Thrust into the pit of bengals We'll push that horned building Off into the fog I ain't been laid in five long years, man It's just I got these ideals I can't get them out of my head And she's waiting for me somewhere On a train or a bus or something mundane like that I know that's the case, you see I know it to be so, you can ask my mom And we'll give each other presents sometimes And relive all the fun times we had at other times When we were not having them right then And when that don't happen Use my ribcage parts to build a ship Don't bother putting it back together Use my ribcage parts to build a ship What it protects, don't even fucking matter Use my ribcage parts to build a ship Don't bother putting it back together Use my ribcage parts to build a ship What it protects, don't even fucking matter She's on a train or something, you know And they wreck from time to time You might say that's rediculous But the demographics, man, never lie The demographics never lie To somebody her scalp is peeled From the twisted plastic right now What if it's mine I'll just be a thousand Oxygen channel movies To a thousand different people A thousand different ways And I don't care who it hurts And when that does happen Use my ribcage parts to build a ship Don't bother putting it back together Use my ribcage parts to build a ship What it protects, don't even fucking matter Use my ribcage parts to build a ship Don't bother putting it back together Use my ribcage parts to build a ship What it protects, don't even fucking matter Everyone's listening, I can't communicate effectively Under these circumstances, too self conscious I always do the same old shit, when it really matters Like now, like now, like now My chest It is a ribcage It is a chest It is a ribcage It is a chest It is a ribcage It is a chest On it depends, the ground bends After everything crumbles to pieces I will be happy in my mess
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If you think you love her so much why must you manipulate her You're the heart of a puppy with the soul of a chew toy Your urge to collect her is frustrating to deal with Your fingerprints on her, it seems wrong to affect it The lightning bugs don't want to play for you In a jar With no breathing holes You egotistical son of a bitch This is for your amusement But I do it too Sometimes I do it too, yeah It's only just beginning and I'm Counting the seconds 'til the lightshow is over It's not that her presence ain't completely distracting But it's just the tempation is a threat to my ethics The lightning bugs don't want to play for you In a jar With no breathing holes You egotistical son of a bitch This is for your amusement But I do it too Sometimes I do it too, yeah I've created a problem For everyone to empathise and I don't know how to resolve it I've created a problem You might never would have realized And I don't know how to resolve it You've created a problem Thank you, so much, Socrates 'Cause I don't know how to resolve it When the problem isn't listening to me And would rather be in a jar With no breathing holes, suffocating How can good intentions Be so grossly misunderstood Are you serious This is your actual life Actually given to you by actual God And you want to spend it doing this Is there any sentient activity going on in your head This is your actual life Actually given to you by actual God
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Pluck ambrosia from vines and drink grape wine from his jiggling cleavage pouring open from his broken, arrow staken heart imagine kindergarten, gluing red and pink construction paper hearts to shoeboxes little fingers and thumbs give tidings of quote, unquote love and simple charity very cute its insincerity play dumb a quill of arrows in tow I track the cherub below from elevated position hoping for a certain easy mortal blow I am owed a pennance to this bloated piglet stealing hearts from good logic outro: a cupid full of arrows is a cupid full of love play dumb
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My qualm with this song, take notes, im thinking this fleeting moment of your enjoyment will pass and even if this ambiance did not stop until the earth quit spinning you'd eventually bore of it, and implore of us that we do not continue if you tried to write nines, until there were no nines in time, you'd die, and you wouldn't not finish. the only difference in infinacy between God and us us our own imprisonment in time God can i please fast forward fast forward to the best parts? and then God can i please rewind rewind to the beginning? My hands, my head, my neck is sweating the seconds drip from the clock like a broken tap and if you try to plug the leak with anything it only leaks much faster and you know that someday, the valve will break and your watermain will unleash on your bathroom and ive got a lot of shit to do and i dont have time to schedule THAT in any time soon. the only difference in infinacy between God and us us our own imprisonment in time God can i please fast forward fast forward to the best parts? and then God can i please rewind rewind to the beginning? a whisper, an answer, i tremble, you pause just tell me it is not in vain you'll never forget me cause these moments, my moments, i want them, their mine and if you bury them with me i'll never forgive you who cares if my time is wasted, you don't use it! its nothing all i can be is all there is, was and will be. the only difference in infinacy between God and us us our own imprisonment in time God can i please fast forward fast forward to the best parts? and then God can i please rewind rewind to the beginning?
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The life, the throng, the merriment The bustle is perfect for thieves The footfall, the cobbles Aroma of cooking, they eat They giggle they speak The market's alive in the sun Sebastian pays notice his reflection And loses his eyes in the troth The skies untouched by the vultures The wind lay an anxious mystique The puzzling calmness was perfect for sneak The shadows, the sunshine, the teeth, the gnashing Sebastian feels something is wrong The knowing shade makes his Somethingness hide in a hole What the hell is happening here Zanzibar just can't be far Watch for him Zanzibar, not too far, Zanzibar Sleepy, sleepy, sleepy Here in my lenins, cat curl a kitten up Sleepy, sleepy, sleepy Just for a minute, someone will wake me up Sasha rests in her daybed A soon to be victim of sneak The darkness, the thief The hiding, the lenins The curtains concealing the sneak The breezes, a buzzsaw, the teeth Concealing the pirate and smirk He's eyeing her mane on the pillow The resting, the giggles, the dream A heartbeat for nervous to sneak The curtain aside for a peak The Sasha, the ether, the squiek Sebastian returns, finding no Sasha at home What the hell is happening here Zanzibar has gone too far After him Zanzibar, gone too far, Zanzibar My sleep, peace free me from lenins His cold touch leading me He's stolen me away in the night And torn my nurturing gown Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring the bell, the bell Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring the bell, the bell Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring the bell, the bell Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring the bell, the bell A foul poison corrupteth our cup Let the swashbuckler taint the lake With the blood of our skinned manes no more He snatcheth forth from us Sasha He hath prepared his sepulchre Let us seal it for him Let us clease our blades with the purity of bloodshed Attack Our hooves draw closer Return her to us Quell our vengeance Return her to never Your time draws nearer Return her to us Ranks grow larger Return her to us Her bridal is tightening Bridal is tightening

credits

released October 4, 2005

Produced by: Brian Virtue
Combat Records/KOCH Records, 2005

Vocals: Barry Donegan
Guitar: Colby Shea
Guitar: Skeet Childress
Bass: Christopher Bradley
Drums: Miles McPherson

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