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Alleyway Lounge

People have a tendency to respond negatively...When confronted with something unusual...A jolting absolute that ironically enough turns out to be...quite usual...This shattered remnant grease stain guy...sliding into full alarm...His nothing to loose just means everything to gain...He might just make his message clear with his fist right in your ear...'Cause nothing tells it is like a little bit of pain...It's like he's at a party with an optional good time...But without the food without the friends...OK not much of a party...His home is in a supernova...Going red inside his head...Carnage of unspoken things...Fog falling down...He lays out abstract territory...peoples lives desolving by...He bellys on up to the bar...In his Alleyway Lounge...He got himself a drink he knew was hard to drink...He got himself a double shot of cobble stone and stink...No need for that lemon twist...No need to even think...He got himself a drink he knew was hard to drink...A pulling from the inside story...Has him leaning up against the wall...He's got the skid marks on the road...To show him the way...He spends his night on alien trash...Living out forgotten dreams...From a little hole to the great big sky...You've got the Alleyway Lounge.

Shame Carries Weight

It isn't true not true you know...What they say in stories...About devils making deals you know...Who come to shake your hand...Immortal soul or mortal coil...However the saying goes...Just don't come packed to go...In the form of just one whole...Like silence can be golden...Shame can carry weight...If a story holds water...It can also carry bait...Well I'm so low in this day and age...The totem pole and the final goal...I find my peace in a fit of rage...A heart upon a tack and a meal to go...Whatcha' gonna' in the inner city ink blot test...In the eyes of the bride that's about to be...Well it all got lost in the orchestra...Playing bulletproof vest in G...About around a week ago...Completely empty laundromat...Watching all my clothes that are getting clean...Go round and round in my dirty town...I stared right down that tunnel...And asked if that was me...Shouted down the funnel...Saying Hell no that's not me...And Shame Carries Weight...Shame holds water...Shame's on the ball...Yeah, shame has it all...And Shame Carries Weight.
MP3 4.9 MB

Spiderlight

A powerful yearning...A crucial last support...Is it just a maze of mirror threads?...Or some simpler kind of trap?...I'm reborn every morning...To ponder which wall is the floor...I either stay put and wait a while...Or seek answers crawling in the cracks...Sway in the face of a windstorm...Hang silent waiting in the night...It's time to follow...My Spiderlight...Is it evil or just alien?...or in a place where nigher means a thing?...Is it lazy or serenity?...The wisdom of that ugly little being...The Human's gone we're gonna' catch ourselves a big fly now...The humble web is gonna' hang over the head of the wall...I got a sticky little strand in a cranny that's beyond your reach...A sticky little mass the kind you know is there but never see...So just sway in the face of a windstorm...Hang silent waiting in the night...It's time to follow...My Spiderlight.

Nemesis of Love

Well, you've got to love this transient mess...Yeah, I just adore this treacherous flow...I'm riding out my dying pride...And I'm loving the fact that it's not your fault...I'm lying alone here in the dark...May as well be lying out in the park...Cause I'm loving the sense that I don't belong...With a single soul...I said Hey Waiter, this life is cold!...He gave me you although not free of charge...I paid it with a grain of passionate salt...Sucked it in, forgot all about myself...You made me feel as if I had a home...I mean I felt as if I had a real home...Troubles just come along anyway...Just think of art and sex it's all okay...When I said that did not want to be dependent...You just had to read into it...But I don't want to be alone...You said I need a dumb robot...I had no single right response......But I don't want to be alone...You squeezed my heart til I gave in and then you went and let me...You let me go......You let me go......You let me go...So excuse me while I go sing about lovers to the heart of my toilet bowl...See I'm learning the fine art of holding on tight while at the same time letting go...I've seen your faces bring life to the silence while the world is a boring show...I'm going to wash out my brain in the rain of the day and catch a nice warm bus on home...Yeah, I've just contributed to the laws of aerodynamics with your image...What is the Nemesis of Love, anyway?...Yeah, I've just been caught somewhere between my funeral and my marriage...I've decided that I don't hate you, anyway.

Gomi

I made an eight foot pillar from the refuse I chose...Rusty old pipe and assorted shoe souls...Named it "Trash with a Purpose" and I put on a show...Now I'm just as big as Picasso...With some "obsolete" microchips, a motor from a blender...A portrait of a man on a dented old fender...Candle holders, watch bands, a moose head on a high chair...the say I'm a genius but I'm using what's theirs...I'm just a messin' around with the Gomi...Lying in a junk yard just as good as dead...I'm just a messin' around with the Gomi...And it's hanging in a showroom when I paint it red...I find an old bicycle frame and take it home...hide away in my work station zone...I'm going to fix it up right...Fix it up my way...Works great with a bunch of springs...A whole lot of spinning things...I'm just a messin' around with the Gomi...You're only a grunt when you make a machine...I'm really messin' around with the Gomi...They call you an artist when you paint it green...Waist is either nothing or a way of life...the garbage is so thick you can cut it with a knife...I hold a tin can in your face and ask you to pray...Pray that we won't all be thrown out with it someday...Take, for example, my struggling editor...He splices his way up the industry ladder...the tools of his trade are all state of the art...One month later they're sold for spare parts...You'll never guess how I met my superstar Lissy...I found her lying near dead in the alley...This is what started her visionary stir...The day the garbage in the road turned out to be her......I'm just a messin' around with the Gomi...All these silly people they just throw it away...I'm just a messin' around with the Gomi...Man, who'd a thought the landfills had so much to say...and they do.

Moolah

Cash, resource, currency, lump sum, treasury, funds, ways and means, legal tender, cold cabbage, grand total, circulation, high finance, wampum...Dough, bread, capit-all-mighty dollar, dews, bonanza, final balance, jingle jingle, filthy riches, sign the check, pay the piper, spare change, credit, Moolah...Just think of it as a common place tool with a slightly selective handle...A pocket knife elite. A hammer in disguise. A screwdriver with a filthier name...Oh, but who's that Mr. Golden Guy, net of purse strings reaching out far and wide?...Who's that Mr. Silver Tie with the buildings and the blocks just watching them collide?...You know they pump it though the phone lines, slip it through your fingers, going down your drain pipe dreams...labor of survival made to cold, hard reality...It's what you need if you're gonna eat...It's what it takes to get that lazy soldier on his feet...You gotta love it, that folding hope yeah...If you're gonna keep it, your material charms yeah...That downward slide into greed has been greased with green lubricant...No one seems to be hanging on anyway...The presence of a dollar is most felt when it's absent...And the bang of big bucks comes in going BOOM chaka laka ta ta...And you can see those true believers at the supermarket entrance, holding out their hands and cups and cash drawers and some advertisements saying..."Give me - a little - bit of power - to get what I want!"...Is that want or is that need? Who knows the difference between comfort and survival anymore?...Oh but, who's that shapened diamond girl, banging on a trash can, singing to her aching world?...Who's that agent with a plan: an 8x10 to sell her music to the just right man...You know he's making all the phone calls, picking out her sexy wardrobe as we speak...You could say that she has just won the artistic lottery but...She wants to be the wind in the trees...She want's to see the world through the eyes of a bumble bee...But I guess she'll take it, the next best thing, yeah...She's gonna be it, the next big thing, yeah...Once upon a time she shouted out loud she's never gonna be that CORPORATE WHORE...Now she only says it in her sleep...She's got student loans biting into her leg and it hurts...And the bang of big bucks comes in going BOOM chaka laka ta ta...It's all about Cash, resource, currency, lump sum, treasury, funds, ways and means, legal tender, cold cabbage, grand total, circulation, high finance, wampum...Dough, bread, capit-all-mighty dollar, dews, bonanza, final balance, jingle jingle, filthy riches, sign the check, pay the piper, spare change, credit, Moolah!

Coffee Money & Bus Fare

It's starting to get to be that time again...When it's getting dark I'm out in the cold and then..The cycle of life is making my head spin...And I'm starting to think it's time to begin again...I sit and listen to the wind blow and it's telling me things that I already know...Here comes the life of the party...Hair whipping back and beaming out grace...He's got rough and smooth worlds hanging all over him...So much, oh yeah, you bet it's cool...He passes out cigarettes like they where life lines and he has some thoughts to spare...The snug stains sit well with me he said, all snugly and dark...I got some good old fashioned warmth from way down below...What is this good old fashioned warmth from way down below?...It's called Coffee Money & Bus Fare.

The Visit

"And there you are! Oh so good of you to be on time. Please come in. Sit down. Make yourself comfortable."
"Uhm thanks. Hey look, I hope you don't mind me asking but is this going to take very long? I am only hear by recommendation from my supervisor after all, and..."
"Oh no. Not at all. This won't take but a moment of your time. Now this is a simple procedure. I'm sure you've heard of it before. I'm going to give you a series of words. After each one, I want you to respond as quickly as possible with the first word to come to your mind. Do you understand?"
"Yeah sure."
"Good let's try one out for starters."
"Dog" "Cat"
"Perfect! That's great. Your doing spectacularly. Now let's continue shall we."
"Water" "Thirst"
"Car" "Traffic"
"Lion" "Boss"
"Mother" "May I"
"Hmm... Interesting" "Boring"
"Oh that wasn't part of the... Oh just as well, let's carry on."
"House" "Rent"
"Stone" "Wall"
"Bed" "Finally"
"Hope" "Promise"
"You hesitated for that one. Are you absolutely certain that was the first thing to come to your mind?"

Earth Creatures

Well I saw a face across the room today that may as well have been made out of clouds...Swept up by wisps of flavor, holograms and engine sounds...When we make it to the stars will that just mean a longer commute?...Will there be drive ins on Mars to sell us the same old food?...Will our halos of routine outshine the comets? Can they replace the rings of Saturn? But now we walk around...Make figure eights in the street...Reach for that dying sky...Like we're gonna suck it down...We stay warm...In each others clothes...And that super secular tug and show...It's all us Earth Creatures really ever know...We just don't even have the time...The time to grow...A song can try to get you dancing but it don't work like hot coals...The daily chores dot the landscape like tumble weeds and telephone poles...You can measure the number of daydreams in shy drunkards and mediocre geniuses...Is that the roar of the highway in the background or the sound of the friction that's all around us...What we need these days is more heroes said to me by this one strange lady...And then I offered her one of my cigarettes and her hero for the day turned out to be me, but...I went and saw a movie with heroes. It also had monsters and lasers and explosions in blue...And when it was over it left us in darkness groping around and wondering what to do...And then I left the theater with the muttering crowd and joined with the sidewalk horde...Looked up and saw the sun...You see we orbit it's taunting glow...Singing This could be my lucky day...Just to keep ourselves from feeling low...We hit the ground...And there's no screaming allowed...And when you're feeling that the callous grows...The one that the Earth Creatures all have on their nose...It all just means that you belong...In your own clothes...So you may as well wear 'em. Come on!...
MP3 5.5 MB

Body of a Lie

Inside...I'm a giant tidal wave...Inside...I am fast and strong and brave...Inside...I'm going at the speed of light...I'm just lost in the Body of a Lie...Just a bald faced, filthy lie...A raw drag racer down the wrong side of the road is roaring its guts out to a sold out crowd...I'm pushing my way through a life made out of lead...moving like a missile with no need for a target, yeah!...Irresistible momentum, stretching all the chains... murdering time, hurling the remains...With a shout and a cough, I fly into the fire...Screaming at the beast that made me...I'm screaming at the beast that made me...I'm saying that the beast that made me is a liar...'Cause inside...I'm dancing in the flames...Inside...I'm pouring down on you like rain...Inside...The wind is rushing past my heart...I'm just lost in the Body of a Lie...It's just a lie...Just give me a song. I'll have 'em all singing along with high note that's held to long...With the hum of a spear and the fall of a heavy tear splashing out a need to belong...Just put me on stage. I'll have 'em all in a rage, reaching out from the bars of the cage...My ultimate tool is the fantasy of a fool. My toy is a desperate age...If you hide from the lurches of life and speed then you're blind to the healing power of need...So wind tight the driving spring and just spit at that golden ring on a string...'Cause a million ball bearings are flowing through the city...Growing little spikes and kissing all that's pointy...Bouncing all around I come pouring out shiny...A flash flood of pictures that aint always pretty, yeah...If you're saying that you know the real me...If you're saying that you know all of me...Your the Liar!...'Cause inside...I'm a high volt colored surge...Inside...I am just a living urge...Inside...I'm fast forward and filled with might...I'm just lost in the body of...The helpless little body of...The normal little Body of a Lie.