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Minuteman for the Moment
03:07
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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
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3. |
The Soiree
05:13
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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
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4. |
The Fox Eats TV Ishmael
04:39
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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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5. |
Raining Pleasantries
03:53
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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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6. |
Appomattox Whorehouse
03:35
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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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7. |
Benevolesaurus Lex
04:09
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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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8. |
Chest is a Ribcage
04:27
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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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9. |
Lightning Bugs
04:21
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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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Cupid Full of Eros
03:06
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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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11. |
Is, Was, and Will be
04:50
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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
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