PSEUDO-UNDERGROUND IS THE NEW MAINSTREAM

SELFISH JEAN GENIE: Second Coming Of The Chameleon Of Pop

BORN AGAIN BOWIE: Second Coming Of The Chameleon Of Pop

BORN AGAIN BOWIE New Releases (Various Artists) March, 2017

I'M THE MAN WHO BOUGHT THE WORLD OFF DAVID BOWIE VOL 3

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SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP

I BREAK ALL THE RULES DEFINING THE MUSIC MAKING PROCESS, SIMPLY BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW THEM! 

AND BECAUSE THEY ARE UNFAMILIAR, UNPREDICTABLE, FROM ONE CREATION TO THE NEXT, ONE TUNE WILL ONLY TELL YOU AS MUCH AS READING ONE PAGE OF A NOVEL, AND ONE LISTEN, NO MORE THAN A PARAGRAPH :)

SELFISH JEAN GENIE: SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP

FROM ONE END OF THE SPECTRUM TO THE OTHER!

THE 'I SUPPORT' INITIATIVE

2nd edit of 60's meets 80's POP. Lyrics and all vocals: Ste Van Horne and music by Peter Harding; our band name is KALEIDOSCOPIC DATA FRAME

SOME OF US AFRAID THAT THE WORLD WILL END (SOME OF US AFRAID THAT IT WON'T)

BLUE SUN

SECONDHAND COFFIN

VICTIM EXPECTED TO LIVE LIKE VICTIM
DIE....DIE....DIE LIKE A VICTIM
INNOCENT CHILD CAUGHT UP IN THE CONFUSION
WHY....WHY....WHY ALLL THE FRICTION

WE'RE ALL VICTIMS OF THE SYSTEM
WE'RE ALL VICTIMS OF THE SYSTEM

TOMORROW, LIKE TODAY, IS THE SAME AS YESTERDAY
TOMORROW, MUCH LIKE TODAY....
TOMORROW, LIKE TODAY, IS THE SAME AS YESTERDAY
TOMORROW, MUCH LIKE TODAY....

FOOLISHLY WE THINK WE CAN BEAT THE SYSTEM
BUT DRINKING IN DEFEAT IS AS CLOSE AS WE'LL EVER COME
NOTHING CAN CHANGE WHAT HAS NEVER BEEN CHANGED
MANY HAVE TRIED, BUT HAVE DIED BEFORE IT LEFT THE PAGE

TOMORROW, LIKE TODAY, IS THE SAME AS YESTERDAY
TOMORROW, LIKE TODAY, IS THE SAME AS YESTERDAY

TOMORROW WILL BE JUST LIKE ANY OTHER DAY
THE SUN RISING IN THE EAST, BUT REFUSING TO STAY
OH, AND NOTHING CAN STOP THE TIDAL WAVES OF HISTORY
THE SUN RISING IN THE EAST, BUT REFUSING TO STAY

NOTHING CAN REPEL THE TIDAL WAVE OF MISERY
AND NO ONE CAN CHANGE THE BLOODY COURSE OF HISTORY
NOTHING WILL DEFLECT THE BITTER BLOWS OF TRAGEDY
AND NO ONE CAN PROTECT THE INNOCENT FROM THE GUILTY

FOOLISHLY WE THINK....WE CAN BEAT THE SYSTEM
FOOLISHLY WE THINK....WE CAN BEAT THE SYSTEM

ALTHOUGH WE KNOW WE CAN NEVER BEAT THEM
WE WILL NEVER JOIN THEM
WE KNOW WE CAN NEVER BEAT THEM
BUT WE'LL NEVER....NEVER....NEVER JOIN THEM

SELLING OUT TO THEM SHOULD BE OUR BIGGEST FEAR
PROTECTING OUR INTEGRITY, OUR WHOLE CAREER
IF WE RETAIN OUR DIGNITY WE'RE VICTIMS IN THE FLESH
BUT OUR SOULS ARE ONE COMMODITY....
THEY CAN ONLY SECOND GUESS

DON'T SELL THE ONLY THING WE OWN
DON'T SELL THE ONLY THING WE OWN
WON'T SELL THE ONLY THING WE OWN

DIE LIKE A VICTIM

WEREWOLVES OF LONDON
MADE A PACT WITH THE BRETHREN
FOUGHT TOOTH AND NAIL WITH KITH AND KIN
OVER A FIVE-POINTED PENTAGON

ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE

LYCANTHROPE
BRUSHED HIS COAT
FUMBLED FOR THE ANTIDOTE

FOR THE VERY FIST TIME
THE PORTENTS AND SIGNS
WERE MAKING SOME SENSE
EXPLAINING THE CRIMES

ONCE LARRY TALBOT READ THE VERSE
HIS VIOLENT OUTBURST IN THE HEARSE
THE ONE WHERE LARRY LOST HIS SHIRT
MADE SOME SENSE, WHICH MADE THINGS WORSE


LYCANTHROPE, A PRIMAL FORCE
IS EVOLUTION IN REVERSE
AND THAT FUR COAT THAT HUGS YOUR SKIN
GOES DEEPER THAN YOUR NEXT OF KIN

AS LARRY TALBOT READS THE VERSE
HIS MOUTH IS DRY, HIS LIPS ARE PURSED
THAT CRAVING HE HAS NURSED:
A JUGULAR MIGHT QUENCH THAT THIRST

WEREWOLVES OF LONDON
MADE A PACT WITH THE BRETHREN
FOUGHT TOOTH AND NAIL WITH KITH AND KIN
OVER A FIVE-POINTED PENTAGON

PEN-TA-GON....FIVE-POINTED STAR

WEREWOLVES WALK AMONG THEM
PRESENTING A CONUNDRUM
THINK ONE BLOOD TRANSFUSION
WILL BE ENOUGH
WILL BE ENOUGH TO STOP....SILVER BULLETS
TO STOP THE DISCHARGE FROM A GUN

SILVER BULLETS FILL THE AIR
CAUGHT BETWEEN THE TEETH, ONE MILLION NOSTRILS FLARE

WEIRDWOLVES OF LONDON

© Bud Brown – 2014 - ASCAP  --  ElectroClassics Publishing – ASCAP
As we grow and experience life we often search to find meaning in the meaningless; to understand the incomprehensible and to touch the untouchable.  This is normal and should be embraced; but unfortunately the ‘chores’ and activities of daily life suck that natural energy from us and cast it off into endless space.  And for some, it is never to be seen again.  But to be whole within ourselves and to be able touch fully that which is within and that which is without we must be open to everything and we must either never lose that natural energy or we must find a way to recapture it once we realize it is gone. This song is about delving deep inside while remaining in complete contact with the world around which is our medium for comprehension of everything that is not of the world. 


A Clear Path Inward

THE QUESTION IS, WILL THEY IGNORE 
EACH EFFECT AND EVERY CAUSE 
OMENS OF THE THINGS IN STORE 
HARD-NOSED UNIVERSAL LAWS

CAN'T KEEP THE PROPHECY FROM COMING TRUE 
WRITTEN IS THE FUTURE IN THE COLOUR BLUE 
POINTLESS ARE THE MYSTERIES THAT TROUBLE YOU 
NOTHING YOU CAN DO OR SAY CAN CHANGE TOMORROW YESTERDAY

BURIED IN THE SINKHOLE OF A SEER'S DREAM 
VISIONARY BULLET HITS THE SILVER SCREEN 
SOMEONE MENTIONED JUDGEMENT DAY, WHICH SET THE SCENE 
BUT NOTHING YOU CAN DO OR SAY CAN CHANGE TOMORROW YESTERDAY

FRAGMENTARY FLASHBACK FROM AN ASTRAL PLANE 
PUNCTUATES THE PATHWAYS OF A PICKLED BRAIN 
TO WRITE YOUR OWN EPITAPH IS SO EXTREME 
FORESHADOWING THE AFTERMATH BEFORE IT'S SEEN

SOME THINGS ARE UNSTOPPABLE 
WHILE OTHER THINGS IMPOSSIBLE 
TOMORROW IMPERCEPTIBLE 
THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO 
THESE ARE THE FACTS OF LIFE AND DEATH TO THIS DAY

SEEKING OUT A SAVIOUR FOR SOME PASTURES NEW 
LOOKING FOR THE ANSWER THAT'S ELUDING YOU
KNOWING THE APOCALYPSE WILL COME WHAT MAY 
THAT NEXT TIME IT WON'T HELP TO LOOK THE OTHER WAY

ONE DEFINING FEATURE IS THE WAY WE PRAY 
THINKING IT WILL LEAD US TO A BRIGHTER DAY 
UNIVERSAL TEACHER WILL PROVIDE THE WAY 
HE CAN TAKE THIS CUP AWAY, CAN CHANGE TOMORROW YESTERDAY

PROPHECY AND DOOM

GEAR (JIM'LL FIX IT)

SOME OF US AFRAID THE WORLD WILL END (SOME OF US AFRAID IT WON'T)

My approach to making music is to go wherever it takes me!

Last place I wish to go is where lust for fame & fortune might take me!

ONE DAY WE WILL ALL FORGET (THE NAME OF EVERY COUNTRY)

ARE WE BETTER OFF BEING FRIENDS
OR IS LOVE THE SOLUTION
DOES THE ANSWER LYE AT RAINBOWS END
OR IS LOVE THE SOLUTION

LOVE IS THE SOLUTION

LOVE IS OUT OF REACH OF YOU AND I
AND THERE’S NOTHING MUCH THAT WE CAN DO

LOVE IS THE SOLUTION

LOVE IS LIKE A VISION IN THE SKY
AND THERE’S NOTHING MUCH THAT WE CAN DO

OH, LOVE….LOVE….LOVE
IS KINDA WONDERFUL

DOES IT REALLY MATTER WHAT WE SAY
OR WHAT WE DO FROM DAY TODAY
FOR IN ORDER TO CHANGE OUR WAYS
WE MUST CHANGE THE SOURCE OF HISTORY

LOVE IS THE SOLUTION

LOVE IS OUT OF REACH OF YOU AND I
AND THERE’S NOTHING MUCH THAT WE CAN DO

LOVE IS THE SOLUTION

LOVE IS LIKE A VISION IN THE SKY
AND THERE’S NOTHING MUCH THAT WE CAN DO

OH, LOVE….LOVE….LOVE
IS KINDA WONDERFUL

LOVE IS MORE THAN MAGICAL
MORE THAN JUST A MEMORY
MORE….MORE….MORE….MORE
MORE THAN A MYSTERY
MORE….MORE….MORE….MORE
MORE THAN WORDS CAN EVER SAY
MORE….MORE….MORE….MORE
MORE THAN JUST A HEADLONG RUSH INTO MADNESS
LOVE IS MORE THAN MAGICAL
MORE THAN JUST A MEMORY
MORE….MORE….MORE….MORE
MORE THAN A MYSTERY

LOVE IS MORE THAN MYTHICAL
MORE THAN JUST A RHAPSODY
MORE THAN FLIGHTS OF FANTASY

LOVE IS MORE THAN ECSTASY
MORE….MORE….MORE….MORE
MORE THAN JUST A HEADLONG RUSH INTO MADNESS

LOVE IS THE SOLUTION

WISHING ALL OF THIS….WAS IN MY HEAD

WHEN I THINK OF WHAT THE WORLD’S BECOME
NOTHING AS IT APPEARS
WHEN I THINK OF ALL THE THINGS I’VE DONE
I’M REDUCED TO TEARS

MAKES ME WONDER IF EACH SETTING SUN
WILL SPELL THE END OF OUR FEARS
WHETHER EACH DAY MIGHT BE THE LAST DAY….
WE ARE HERE

WHEN I THINK ABOUT WHAT LURKS INSIDE
ALL THE SECRETS WE TRY TO HIDE
I CAN’T FORGET ABOUT THE WAY I LIED
WITHOUT REGRET, I WATCHED YOU CRY

WHEN I THINK OF ALL THE THINGS I SAID
OF THE DAYS I THOUGHT I WAS DEAD
ALWAYS WISHING I’D STAYED IN BED
AND WISHING ALL OF THIS….WAS IN MY HEAD

TOO LATE NOW TO CHANGE THE PAST
WITH EACH HORIZON SINKING FAST
THE SEVEN SKIES ARE OVERCAST
THE ACID RAIN LIKE BROKEN GLASS

THE LAST ECLIPSE WAS NOT UNDONE
REFELECTING BLUE UPON….A BLISTERED SUN
PROJECTS A HUE THAT DIMS OUR VIEW
A LONDON FOG HAS….CLOSED THE WINDOW

BREAK

NOTHING TO SAY….IT’S TOO LATE TO PRAY
OUR BELIEF IN IMMORTALITY
HAS THROWN IT ALL AWAY

APATHETIC AND GREY
FEET MADE OF CLAY
WHILE WE’RE RAPING THE COUNTRY
WE CELEBRATE EARTH DAY
(THE GARDEN OF EDEN IS BLEEDING FROM EVERY PORE)

IGNORING THE WARNINGS
FROM MOURNING TO MOURNING
THE SACKCLOTH AND ASHES
THE BLOOD THIRSTY FACISTS
ARE SURROUNDING EACH DEATH BED

IGNORING THE UNFED
PROMOTING THE BLOODSHED
ABORTING THE BRED
WE BRING OUT THE DEAD

PHILOSOPHERS SAY WE’RE THE ENEMY
THAT WE….THAT WE….
ARE WHAT WE FEAR

SEER AND SAGE RECITE PROPHECY
BUT ALL THAT THEY SEE
IS MORE MISERY
AND MORE TRAGEDY….MORE TRAGEDY


BLUE SUN vocal

A FEED-THE-WORLD-TYPE SYMPHONY

OH THIS COULD BE THE FINAL SOLUTION
ANOTHER SOURCE OF HUMAN POLLUTION
THE ONE THAT BRINGS THEM CRASHING DOWN
LIKE JERICHO, THE WALLS OF EVERY TOWN

I CAN BE FREE, YOU CAN BE FREE, WE CAN BE FREE
I CAN BE FREE, YOU CAN BE FREE, WE CAN BE FREE

MAYBE WE CAN BUILD ONE COUNTRY
BRING AN END TO ALL INSANITY
BUILDING BRIDGES, BREAKING BORDERS
USHER IN THE BRAND NEW ORDER

I CAN BE FREE, YOU CAN BE FREE, WE CAN BE FREE
I CAN BE FREE, YOU CAN BE FREE, WE CAN BE FREE

THIS FANTASY IS LIKE MASOCHISM
IT BRINGS US HOPE AMIDST CONFUSION
CONCEALS A FROWN THAT’S UPSIDE DOWN
THE SMEARED FACE OF THE CIRCUS CLOWN

I CAN BE FREE, YOU CAN BE FREE, WE CAN BE FREE
I CAN BE FREE, YOU CAN BE FREE, WE CAN BE FREE

MAYBE WE CAN LIVE IN HARMONY
CREATE A FEED-THE-WORLD-TYPE SYMPHONY
ERADICATING WAR AND MURDER
TO TAKE THESE WORDS OF PEACE MUCH FURTHER

I CAN BE FREE, YOU CAN BE FREE, WE CAN BE FREE
I CAN BE FREE, YOU CAN BE FREE, WE CAN BE FREE

CLASPING HANDS, LET’S COME TOGETHER
THE FOOLISH MAN AND THE OH SO CLEVER
CHAINS OF INJUSTICE SHALL BE SEVERED
NO MORE BLUE BLOOD SHALL BE MEASURED

THE GOOD AND THE BAD IN PEACE BE TETHERED
TOGETHER STORMY SEAS WE’LL WEATHER
CONSIGNING THE PAST TO THE TWELTH OF NEVER
THE KINGDOM BUILT WILL LAST FOREVER

I THINK WE’VE REACHED THE WRONG CONCLUSION
A BLINDING LIGHT, THEN A BALL OF FUSION
IS THE OUTCOME WE ORDAIN
A CHAIN OF GLOBAL GOBI DESERTS WILL BE ALL THAT REMAIN

I CAN BE FREE, YOU CAN BE FREE, WE CAN BE FREE
I CAN BE FREE, YOU CAN BE FREE, WE CAN BE FREE

I WILL NEVER BE AN INSTITUTION
OR WASH MY HANDS AT THE LAST ABLUTION
OR PASS THE CAN BACK TO MY MOTHER
OR CAST THE FIRST STONE AT MY BROTHER

I CAN BE FREE, YOU CAN BE FREE, WE CAN BE FREE
I CAN BE FREE, YOU CAN BE FREE, WE CAN BE FREE

YOUR SIGHTS ARE SET ON IMAGINATION
ASSESS EACH DAY THROUGH HALLUCINATION
THE WORLD YOU SPEAK OF IS A DREAM IN VAIN
THE PEACEFUL RAVINGS OF A TWISTED BRAIN

I CAN BE FREE, YOU CAN BE FREE, WE CAN BE FREE
I CAN BE FREE, YOU CAN BE FREE, WE CAN BE FREE

MAYBE WE CAN BUILD ONE COUNTRY
BRING AN END TO GREED AND POVERTY
CREATING ONE BIG BROTHER STATE
AND WELCOME ALL THROUGH A GOLDEN GATE

I CAN BE FREE, YOU CAN BE FREE, WE CAN BE FREE
I CAN BE FREE, YOU CAN BE FREE, WE CAN BE FREE

WE CAN BE FREE (A FEED THE WORLD TYPE SYMPHONY)

SOMEONE SAID GET OUT OF BED
THE END OF THE WORLD IS IN YOUR HEAD
THOSE LATE LATE NIGHTS WITH THE BOOK OF THE DEAD
THE REM STAGE FILLED WITH DREAD

TATTOOED YOUR EYES
WITH GRAPHIC LIES
INFECTED YOUR BLOODSTREAM
POLLUTED YOUR MIND

THEN ALL YOUR DOOMSDAYS CAME AT ONCE
FIRST STRIKE LAUNCHED WITHOUT RESPONSE
WARHEADS, PRIMED, FILL THE EXPANSE
NO MINUTE WARNINGS IN ADVANCE

LET'S BLOW THIS WORLD TO SMITHEREENS
LET'S TAKE OUR FATE TO ITS EXTREME
WE'LL BAR THE WAY TO HEAVEN'S GATE
AND REALIGN TECTONIC PLATES

THIS WORLD HAS GOT TO GO
OH YEAH, THIS WORLD HAS GOT TO GO
THIS WORLD HAS GOT TO GO
OH YEAH, THIS WORLD HAS GOT TO GO


WHEN SOMEONE SAID
BETTER DEAD THAN RED
DON'T WANT STRANGE FELLOWS IN MY BED
DON'T WISH UPON YOU WHAT IS BAD
IT'S JUST YOUR BLOOD I WISH TO SHED

ALL THE SONS OF UNCLE SAM
ARMED TO THE TEETH AND TO A MAN
TURNED ON NEIGHBOUR; FOE AND FRIEND
AND THAT'S WHEN DOOMSDAY HIT THE FAN

AND TO THE DOOM TO WHICH WE SPED
OUR ENEMIES, WE SENT AHEAD
MAKING INROADS, DROPPING PAYLOADS
ON THOSE LANDS WE FEAR TO TREAD

THEN ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE
AS MISSILES CRUISED
AND FLYING BOMBS ARRIVED CONFUSED
BUT ONLY ONE WILL BE AMUSED
ONCE ALL THE CITIES HAVE BEEN BRUISED

THIS WORLD HAS GOT TO GO
OH YEAH, THIS WORLD HAS GOT TO GO
THIS WORLD HAS GOT TO GO
OH YEAH, THIS WORLD HAS GOT TO GO

A WORLD THAT LEFT US ALL ALONE
A WORLD THAT LEFT US ALL ALONE

THIS EARTH HAS RUN ITS COURSE
SPENT OF EVERY FORCE
AND ALL OF HER RESOURCES

ABANDONED AT BIRTH
BUT THINGS COULD BE WORSE
WE COULD HAVE BEEN ASSIGNED TO A PLANET WITHOUT WORTH

A WORLD THAT LEFT US ALL ALONE
A WORLD THAT LEFT US ALL ALONE

THIS EARTH HAS RUN ITS COURSE
SPENT OF EVERY FORCE
AND ALL OF HER RESOURCES

THIS SELF-INFLICTED CURSE
IS A CHAPTER WITHOUT VERSE
EVOLUTION IN REVERSE
A WORLD WHERE TRUTH IS STEEPED IN FICTION

A WORLD THAT LEFT US ALL ALONE
A WORLD THAT LEFT US ALL ALONE

THIS EARTH HAS RUN ITS COURSE
SPENT OF EVERY FORCE
AND ALL OF HER RESOURCES

THIS "HANGS ON NOTHING" HEARSE
WITH A PAST THAT'S BEYOND MIRTH
OH YES, IT'S LAUGHABLE, IT'S PERVERSE
THE UGLY DUCKLING UNIVERSE

A WORLD THAT LEFT US ALL ALONE
A WORLD THAT LEFT US ALL ALONE

THIS EARTH HAS RUN ITS COURSE
SPENT OF EVERY FORCE
AND ALL OF HER RESOURCES

WHERE THE LAST WANTS TO BE FIRST
AND THE FIRST WORSHIPS HIS PURSE
AND A YIN FOR POWER, THE SWEET AND SOUR
FUEL THE POISONS THEY DISPERSE

THIS WORLD HAS GOT TO GO
OH YEAH, THIS WORLD HAS GOT TO GO
THIS WORLD HAS GOT TO GO
OH YEAH, THIS WORLD HAS GOT TO GO

TOO LATE TO CHANGE ITS WAYS
THIS WORLD HAS HAD ITS DAY
TOO LATE TO CHANGE ITS WAYS
THIS WORLD HAS HAD ITS DAY

THIS WORLD HAS GOT TO GO

SOMEONE SAID GET OUT OF BED
THE END OF THE WORLD IS IN YOUR HEAD
THOSE LATE LATE NIGHTS WITH THE BOOK OF THE DEAD
THE REM STAGE FILLED WITH DREAD

TATTOOED YOUR EYES
WITH GRAPHIC LIES
INFECTED YOUR BLOODSTREAM
POLLUTED YOUR MIND

THEN ALL YOUR DOOMSDAYS CAME AT ONCE
FIRST STRIKE LAUNCHED WITHOUT RESPONSE
WARHEADS, PRIMED, FILL THE EXPANSE
NO MINUTE WARNINGS IN ADVANCE

LET'S BLOW THIS WORLD TO SMITHEREENS
LET'S TAKE OUR FATE TO ITS EXTREME
WE'LL BAR THE WAY TO HEAVEN'S GATE
AND REALIGN TECTONIC PLATES

THIS WORLD HAS GOT TO GO
OH YEAH, THIS WORLD HAS GOT TO GO
THIS WORLD HAS GOT TO GO
OH YEAH, THIS WORLD HAS GOT TO GO


WHEN SOMEONE SAID
BETTER DEAD THAN RED
DON'T WANT STRANGE FELLOWS IN MY BED
DON'T WISH UPON YOU WHAT IS BAD
IT'S JUST YOUR BLOOD I WISH TO SHED

ALL THE SONS OF UNCLE SAM
ARMED TO THE TEETH AND TO A MAN
TURNED ON NEIGHBOR; FOE AND FRIEND
AND THAT'S WHEN DOOMSDAY HIT THE FAN

AND TO THE DOOM TO WHICH WE SPED
OUR ENEMIES, WE SENT AHEAD
MAKING INROADS, DROPPING PAYLOADS
ON THOSE LANDS WE FEAR TO TREAD

THEN ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE
AS MISSILES CRUISED
AND FLYING BOMBS ARRIVED CONFUSED
BUT ONLY ONE WILL BE AMUSED
ONCE ALL THE CITIES HAVE BEEN BRUISED

THIS WORLD HAS GOT TO GO
OH YEAH, THIS WORLD HAS GOT TO GO
THIS WORLD HAS GOT TO GO
OH YEAH, THIS WORLD HAS GOT TO GO

A WORLD THAT LEFT US ALL ALONE
A WORLD THAT LEFT US ALL ALONE

THIS EARTH HAS RUN ITS COURSE
SPENT OF EVERY FORCE
AND ALL OF HER RESOURCES

ABANDONED AT BIRTH
BUT THINGS COULD BE WORSE
WE COULD HAVE BEEN ASSIGNED TO A PLANET WITHOUT WORTH

A WORLD THAT LEFT US ALL ALONE
A WORLD THAT LEFT US ALL ALONE

THIS EARTH HAS RUN ITS COURSE
SPENT OF EVERY FORCE
AND ALL OF HER RESOURCES

THIS SELF-INFLICTED CURSE
IS A CHAPTER WITHOUT VERSE
EVOLUTION IN REVERSE
A WORLD WHERE TRUTH IS STEEPED IN FICTION

A WORLD THAT LEFT US ALL ALONE
A WORLD THAT LEFT US ALL ALONE

THIS EARTH HAS RUN ITS COURSE
SPENT OF EVERY FORCE
AND ALL OF HER RESOURCES

THIS "HANGS ON NOTHING" HEARSE
WITH A PAST THAT'S BEYOND MIRTH
OH YES, IT'S LAUGHABLE, IT'S PERVERSE
THE UGLY DUCKLING UNIVERSE

A WORLD THAT LEFT US ALL ALONE
A WORLD THAT LEFT US ALL ALONE

THIS EARTH HAS RUN ITS COURSE
SPENT OF EVERY FORCE
AND ALL OF HER RESOURCES

WHERE THE LAST WANTS TO BE FIRST
AND THE FIRST WORSHIPS HIS PURSE
AND A YIN FOR POWER, THE SWEET AND SOUR
FUEL THE POISONS THEY DISPERSE

THIS WORLD HAS GOT TO GO
OH YEAH, THIS WORLD HAS GOT TO GO
THIS WORLD HAS GOT TO GO
OH YEAH, THIS WORLD HAS GOT TO GO

TOO LATE TO CHANGE ITS WAYS
THIS WORLD HAS HAD ITS DAY
TOO LATE TO CHANGE ITS WAYS
THIS WORLD HAS HAD ITS DAY

THIS WORLD HAS GOT TO GO vocal first edit w.i.p.

GOLDEN FLEECE

ALL THE PEOPLE WANTED TO LEAVE
ESCAPE THE GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE
THE EVIL THAT ESCAPED MAKES IT HARD TO BREATHE
WILL BRING THE WHOLE WORLD….TO ITS KNEES

GOLDEN FLEECE

UPON A GIVEN DATE BUT UNSPECIFIED TIME
WHEN THE SUM OF OUR FEARS WILL BE RELEASED
THE THREAT OF EXTINCTION INCREASING BELIEF
WE WILL LEARN THE TRUE MEANING OF GRIEF

GOLDEN FLEECE

WE'RE STANDING AT THE GATES OF HELL
WE'VE THROWN OUR FUTURE DOWN THE WELL
WHAT WENT BEFORE, HAPPENS ONCE MORE
WE CAN'T IGNORE EACH EMPIRE FELL

STANDING AT THE GATE

A GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE
WILL BRING THE WHOLE WORLD TO ITS KNEES
AND WHATEVER WE CREATE
WILL DISINTEGRATE

WE'RE STANDING AT THE GATES OF HELL
WE'VE THROWN OUR FUTURE DOWN THE WELL
WHAT WENT BEFORE, HAPPENS ONCE MORE
WE CAN'T IGNORE EACH EMPIRE FELL

Break

GOLDEN FLEECE

WE'RE STANDING AT THE GATES OF HELL
WE'VE THROWN OUR FUTURE DOWN THE WELL
WHAT WENT BEFORE, HAPPENS ONCE MORE

WE'RE STANDING AT THE GATES OF HELL
WE'VE THROWN OUR FUTURE DOWN THE WELL
WHAT WENT BEFORE, HAPPENS ONCE MORE
WE CAN'T IGNORE EACH EMPIRE FELL

UPON A GIVEN DATE BUT UNSPECIFIED TIME
WHEN THE SUM OF OUR FEARS WILL BE RELEASED
THE THREAT OF EXTINCTION INCREASING BELIEF
WE WILL LEARN THE TRUE MEANING OF GRIEF

GOLDEN FLEECE

WE'RE STANDING AT THE GATES OF HELL
WE'VE THROWN OUR FUTURE DOWN THE WELL
WHAT WENT BEFORE, HAPPENS ONCE MORE
WE CAN'T IGNORE EACH EMPIRE FELL

GOLDEN FLEECE

A GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE voc

LAPEDO CHILD

LAPEDO CHILD inst

COMB THE  TUFT FROM THE LEFT HAND SIDE (BUT DON'T PASS THE DUTCHIE)

THE CITY THAT IS (NOT THE CITY THAT WAS) w.i.p.

MY MIND HAS A MIND OF ITS OWN

MY MIND HAS GOT THE BEST OF ME
PROTESTING THAT I’M CONTRARY
BUT WHO AM I TO DISAGREE
SO MUCH BETTER TO BE CIRCUMSPECT
THAN OVERSTEP SOME SACRED BOUNDARY

MY HEAD CONTAINS AN OCEAN
ONE THATS CONSTANTLY IN MOTION
AND AMIDST ALL THIS COMMOTION
I NEVER GET TO BE THE MAN I WANT TO BE

NOW BATS ARE IN THE BELFRY
LOCKED AWAY IN MY MEMORY
WITH ONLY ROCKS FOR COMPANY
CONCEALED UNDER A LOCK OF SHIFTING HAIR


ACCESSED WITH THE TWIST OF A SKELETON KEY

MY MIND, MY MIND

MY MIND HAS A MIND OF ITS OWN
SO I’M….NEVER ALONE

NEVER HAVE TO THINK FOR MYSELF
OR LOOK AFTER MY HEALTH
CAN JUST GO WITH THE FLOW
SIMPLY SAY, I DONT KNOW
SPEND THE DAY STARING OUT OF THE WINDOW

I’M OUT OF MY MIND

EARNED LONG AGO TO KEEP MY PLACE
TO NEVER SHOW MY REAL FACE
TO DO SO WOULD DISTURB THE FLOW
TO DO SO WOULD OPEN THE WINDOW

MY MIND, MY MIND

I ONLY HAVE ONE MEMORY
THE DAY I CHOSE TO DISAGREE
I BEGGED TO DIFFER, FOOLISHLY
AND PAID THE PRICE EMPHATICALLY

MY MIND, MY MIND

MY SILVER LINED MIXED UP MIND
CAN SOMETIMES LAG BEHIND
WITHOUT WARNING, EVERY MORNING
HE KEEPS PULLING DOWN THE BLINDS


I BREAK ALL THE RULES DEFINING THE MUSIC MAKING PROCESS, SIMPLY BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW THEM! 

AND BECAUSE THEY ARE UNFAMILIAR, UNPREDICTABLE, FROM ONE CREATION TO THE NEXT, ONE TUNE WILL ONLY TELL YOU AS MUCH AS READING ONE PAGE OF A NOVEL, AND ONE LISTEN, NO MORE THAN A PARAGRAPH :)

MY MIND HAS A MIND OF ITS OWN

I CAN NOT BE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE...BABY
I CAN NOT DO WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO...BABY
I COULD NEVER WALK THROUGH FIRE FOR YOU
I COULD NEVER DO THE THINGS YOU ASK ME TO
I AIN’T NO MUNTER, MORON, HUH
I AIN’T NOTHIN’ LIKE YOU
>
YOU DID NOT CREATE ME
BUT LATELY
YOU HATE THE WAY I WALK, THE WAY I TALK,
THE WAY I PUNCH YOU IN THE MOUTH
THOUGH YOU ARE HAVING FUN NOW
I WILL ESCAPE YOU SOMEHOW
>
DON’T TRY TO MAKE EXCUSES
DON’T COME IT WITH THOSE LIES
YOU ALWAYS WERE ABUSIVE
BUT NEVER TOLD ME WHY
>
MY MEMORY IS HAZY
MY THOUGHTS A DEEPER BLUE
MY DIAGNOSIS, CRAZY,
AND IT’S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU
>
THOSE MANIC MOMENTS PHASED ME
THE AIR WAS TURNING BLUE
ATTEMPTING TO ERASE ME
WITH THE CHINA THAT YOU THREW

I WILL NOT THINK ABOUT THE THINGS THAT WE DID
I WILL NOT TALK ABOUT THE THINGS THAT WE SAID
FOR ALL ETERNITY CONFINED TO MY BED
I’LL KILL YOUR MEMORY, AND SLEEP WITH THE DEAD
>
NOW I SLEEP WITH THE DEAD
I SLEEP WITH THE DEAD
I SLEEP WITH THE DEAD
>
YOU DID NOT CREATE ME
BUT LATELY
YOU HATE THE WAY I WALK, THE WAY I TALK,
THE WAY I PUNCH YOU IN THE MOUTH
THOUGH YOU ARE HAVING FUN NOW
I WILL ESCAPE YOU SOMEHOW
>
MY MEMORY IS HAZY
MY THOUGHTS A DEEPER BLUE
MY DIAGNOSIS, CRAZY,
AND IT’S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU
>
THOSE MANIC MOMENTS PHASED ME
THE AIR WAS TURNING BLUE
ATTEMPTING TO ERASE ME
WITH THE CHINA THAT YOU THREW
>
I WILL NOT THINK ABOUT THE THINGS THAT WE DID
I WILL NOT TALK ABOUT THE THINGS THAT WE SAID
FOR ALL ETERNITY, CONFINED TO MY BED,
I’LL KILL YOUR MEMORY,
AND WALK WITH THE DEAD
>
I CAN NOT BE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE
I CAN NOT DO WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO
I COULD NEVER WALK THROUGH FIRE FOR YOU
I COULD NEVER DO THE THINGS YOU ASK ME TO
>
I WOULDN’T IF YOU PAID
YOU’RE NOT THE CHOSEN FEW
REMIND ME OF A BABY
ONE WEEK BEFORE IT’S DUE
>
LIKE MRS NOSFERATU
BEFORE THE INTERVIEW
YOU PROVE THAT EVERY NIGHTMARE
EVENTUALLY COMES TRUE
>
I CAN NOT BE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE, BABY
I CAN NOT DO WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO, BABY
YOU DID NOT CREATE ME
BUT LATELY
YOU HATE THE WAY I WALK, THE WAY I TALK,
THE WAY I PUNCH YOU IN THE MOUTH
THOUGH YOU ARE HAVING FUN NOW
I WILL ESCAPE YOU SOMEHOW
>
MY MEMORY IS HAZY
MY THOUGHTS A DEEPER BLUE
MY DIAGNOSIS, CRAZY,
AND IT’S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU
>
I CAN NOT BE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE...BABY
I CAN NOT DO WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO...BABY
I COULD NEVER WALK THROUGH FIRE FOR YOU
I COULD NEVER DO THE THINGS YOU ASK ME TO
I AIN’T NO MUNTER, MORON, HUH
I AIN’T NOTHIN’ LIKE YOU
>
DON’T TRY TO MAKE EXCUSES
DON’T COME IT WITH THOSE LIES
YOU ALWAYS WERE ABUSIVE
BUT NEVER TOLD ME WHY
>
YOU DID NOT CREATE ME
BUT LATELY
YOU HATE THE WAY I WALK, THE WAY I TALK,
THE WAY I PUNCH YOU IN THE MOUTH

SLEEP WITH THE DEAD

Prometheus

A very short Groove. I feel like i have been flirting with a concrete mixer....Let's hope there is more! Oh, yes...it is Jörg Hünninghaus, who is delivering this rocksteady groove....Check him out on Soundcloud!
Edit: Mastered Version

Jörg's Groove (executed With A  Hammer)

SYNTHETIC MEN OF MARS

SYNTHETIC
SYNTHETIC
SYNTHETIC
MEN OF MARS

SICK CLONE SITTING ALL ALONE
NEXT TO A DEACTIVATED DRONE

WE LOOK LIKE YOU
WE EVEN THINK LIKE YOU
I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE THINKING
I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE DOING

WE LOOK LIKE YOU
WE EVEN THINK LIKE YOU
I KNOW WHEN YOU’RE BLINKING
I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE DRINKING

BLACK CLONES DIRECT FROM THE TWILIGHT ZONE
TRYING TO FIND OUR WAY HOME
BLACK CLONES DIRECT FROM THE TWILIGHT ZONE
SO PETRIFIED WE’RE GETTING STONED

SYNTHETIC ME GETTING STONED AGAIN
OUT OF OUR SYNTHETIC MINDS
SYNTHETIC ME GETTING STONED AGAIN
PHARAMCY FROM HEAVEN

SYNTHETIC ME GETTING STONED AGAIN
WHEN WE FOUND THE WILL TO LIVE
WE LOST THE URGE TO KILL

WE FOUND A CHEAPER WAY
TO GET A CHEAPER THRILL

AND ONE OF THESE DAYS
WE’LL REACH THE OTHER SIDE OF THE HILL

EXILED TO THE MOONS OF BARSOOM
SYNTHETIC MEN EMERGE FROM A HIDDEN LOCATION
MILLENIUMS FROZEN WITHIN
A   COCOON
EXILED TO THE MOONS OF BARSOOM
UNTIL A FUTURE TIME
CHOSEN FOR UNLEASHING….DEVASTATION

MASTERMIND
RAS THAVAS CREATING ON MASS
LOST THE PLOT, GUESS HE SHOULD HAVE STUCK TO ROBOTS
MASTERMIND
HE DOESN’T HAVE THE MOXY TO STOP THE ROT
BUT HE’S THE ONLY MASTERMIND WE’VE GOT

IMMORAL, MAD, BUT HE’S A MASTERMIND

SYNTHETIC MEN OF MARS voc

Raw Loud and Vary Different. For Your Listening Pleasure...

Valdez Beach

BORN AGAIN….BOWIE
BORN….AGAIN
BORN AGAIN….BOWIE
BORN….AGAIN

JUST BECAUSE THEY HAD NOTHING TO SAY
THEY NEVER SEEMED TO UNDERSTAND
WHAT WAS GOING ON IN YOUR MIND

DISMISSED YOU
SAID, THEY WOULDN’T MISS YOU
CURSED THE GROUND YOU WALKED UPON
FROM FATHER DOWN TO FATHER’S SON
NOT A CURSE PASSED DOWN TO YOUR ISSUE

SECOND COMING OFF THE CHAMELEON OF POP
THIS IS ART, THIS ISN’T ROCK & ROLL
SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP
THIS IS ART, THIS ISN’T ROCK & ROLL

BORN AGAIN….BOWIE
BORN….AGAIN
BORN AGAIN….BOWIE
BORN….AGAIN

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP
JUST BECAUSE THEY, THEY HAD NOTHING TO SAY
THEY HAD, THEY HAD NOTHING TO SAY
SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP
JUST BECAUSE THEY, THEY HAD NOTHING TO SAY
THEY HAD, THEY HAD NOTHING TO SAY

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP
THIS AIN’T ROCK & ROLL, THIS IS GENOCIDE
SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP
THIS AIN’T ROCK & ROLL, THIS IS GENOCIDE

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP
HE WAS NEVER HEAVEN SENT
REPRESENTS A GENERATION THAT WON’T REPENT
SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP
HE WAS NEVER HEAVEN SENT
REPRESENTS A GENERATION THAT WON’T REPENT

BORN AGAIN BOWIE (SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP)

OUR LIVES MAY BE WORTH LESS THAN GRAVITY
BUT WE ARE WORTH SO MUCH MORE....IN TOTALITY
BUT WE CAN'T IGNORE OUR OWN MORTALITY
AND WE CAN'T IGNORE OUR OWN CATASTROPHE

WE CAN'T IGNORE OUR DESTINY
REFUSE TO CHANGE OUR MENTALITY
WE REFUSE TO REARRANGE OUR DIARY
CHANGE THE WAY WE VIEW SOCIETY
CHANGE THE MAN THAT LIVES INSIDE OF ME
CHANGE THE MAN

ONE STEP AHEAD OF DEVASTATION
TWO STEPS AWAY FROM TRIBULATION
THE GRAVITY OF THE SITUATION
WE INFLICT UPON THIS THING WE CALL....CREATION

ALTHOUGH WE SHARE COLLECTIVE VISION
EACH OF IS ON A DIFFERENT MISSION
TO SERVE THE ID THAT LURKS WITHIN
OUR SUPEREGO JUST A SKIN

THIS THING WE CALL CREATION

SOON AFTER OUR FIRST LOBOTOMY
WE VENTURED....DEEP INTO....BLACK COMEDY
PULLED BY THE STRINGS....OF HISTORY

THE ARCHITECTS OF.....OUR OWN STUPIDITY
BEGINNING WARS WE NEVER WIN
WE ARE THE PUPPETS, NOT THE MANNEQUINS
SWALLOWING OUR OWN PHILOSOPHY
CENSORING OUR OWN HUMANITY
EXPELLING NATURE, WE BREATHE IN NURTURE
WE THINK THE CURE LIES IN THE FUTURE....

WE THINK THE CURE LIES IN THE FUTURE - Ray Scott & Ste Van Horne (vocals) first edit

FREUDIAN LIPS

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CALLED UPON THE MEN IN WHITE JUST THE OTHER DAY BUT FEAR OF EARS 'A' LISTENING
PREVENTED ME FROM HAVING MY SAY
SO I TALKED WITH MY EYES
TO THE DOCTOR IN DISGUISE

FROM THE SCREAMING TO THE DREAMING WE TOUCHED ON EVERYTHING
WE TALKED ABOUT HOW LIFE BEGAN
THE WEATHER AND THE DAWN OF MAN AND EVEN WHEN HIS REIGN WOULD END WE TALKED ABOUT MY CHILDHOOD
AND HOW MY PARENTS NEVER UNDERSTOOD

BUT ALL HIS SMOOTH AND REHEARSED LINE OF PATTER ONLY SERVES TO MAKE HIS WALLET EVER FATTER
IT DOESN'T STOP THE CHIT-CHAT CHATTER CHATTER LIKE WATER TORTURE IN MY HEAD

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BUT ALL HIS SMOOTH AND REHEARSED LINE OF PATTER ONLY SERVES TO MAKE HIS WALLET EVER FATTER
IT DOESN'T STOP THE CHIT-CHAT CHATTER CHATTER LIKE WATER TORTURE IN MY HEAD

ALL THE GRIEVING WITHOUT MEANING
AND THE HEARTACHE EACH DAY BRINGS
MAKE THEMSELVES....FELT THROUGH THE VOICES FOREVERMORE REVERBERATING WITHOUT END, A SINGLE VOICE BECOMES A FLOOD (ARE YOU INSANE? THIS IS THE GAME OF EVIL V GOOD)

BUT ALL HIS SMOOTH AND REHEARSED LINE OF PATTER ONLY SERVES TO MAKE HIS WALLET EVER FATTER
IT DOESN'T STOP THE CHIT-CHAT CHATTER CHATTER LIKE WATER TORTURE IN MY HEAD

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MY TRAIN OF THOUGHTS
HIS TRAIN OF WORDS
COLLIDE INSIDE....MY ONE-TRACK-MIND MY WORLD COLLAPSES AROUND MY EARS MY MIND RETREATS TO THE EARLY YEARS
FREUDIAN LIPS (REPEATED)
TO THE EARLY YEARS (REPEATED)

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FREUDIAN LIPS vocal

Jasmin M. & Band - "Dynamite" (arranged Version)
written by Jasmin M.

THX for listening <3
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All rights reserved - Alle Rechte an dem Song sind notariell hinterlegt

Dynamite (Original) - Jasmin M. & Band

Original Music by Charles Chambaz
All instruments are performed by myself.
For more information, see my public Profile
All rights reserved. 
Vocals  and lyrics by Atla Daga (RIP 🙏)

Lyrics:
HATE
Chained, chained, chained
Run like you have never seen the pain in others eyes
listen to the screams of the people you past - but never look back
Dark seems forever and light is far away
Forsaken, forgotten and disgraced
despite tears hate, chained
Penetrates my eyes
blinding me with hate
Chained, chained
Let me in - into the hall of the dead
into the hall of the dead
Human cold immortalized in me
Thru the red i see the past without me
Take me home
Death as a part of life
burnt into my mind
Fill my mind with the spirit of peace
Take me home to the silent rest
Into the room of past souls
Let me rest in the arms of quiet calm, 
even if in the room of evil minds
Blinding my eyes, Blinding my eyes
Upplys oss herre med ditt ord att vi på denna 
mörka jord ifrån din väg ej vike
Without warm, without life
och för oss sist i Kristi tro från dödens skugga där vi bo, 
till ljuset i ditt rike
Without warm, without life
I lay there petrified without warm, without life
Death as a part of life burnt into my mind
Upplys oss herre med ditt ord att vi på denna 
mörka jord ifrån din väg ej vike
till ljuset i ditt rike
till ljuset i ditt rike
NEVER LOOK BACK

Never Look Back: A Charles (music) & Atla (vocal) Collaboration

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02/27/2017

Heartbreak Island

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP

WAS MET BY A FANFARE
THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE
SIX IN THE MORNING
ARRIVED WITH OUT WARNING

HE FELL OUT OF THE SKY
NOBODY BELIEVED HIM
IT CAME AS NO SURPRISE
THAT IT ALL CAME TO NOTHIN'

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP

HIS ACCUSERS, ON A HIGH
BOTH THE FOOLISH AND THE WISE
PREACH THE UNIVERSAL LIE
INSISTING HE MUST DIE

AS THE HECKLERS MULTIPLY
HIS EXISTENCE, THEY DENY
HIS REJECTION AND DEJECTION
A WRITTEN IN CONCRETE PROPHECY

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP

A WORD TO THE UNWISE
THERE IS NO SOLUTION
IF YOU THINK THAT YOU KNOW WHY
YOU ARE IN FOR A BIG SURPRISE

YOU LOOK IN THE RIGHT PLACE
BUT LOOK AT THE WRONG TIME
THE TRUTH IS ALL AROUND YOU
BUT NOTHING CAN OPEN YOUR EYES

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP

THE ABILITY TO REASON OR THINK FOR YOURSELF
HAS DEPARTED THIS WORLD, AND DESERTED THE PEOPLE

BEYOND THE POINT OF REDEMPTION
YOUR'E THE BLANK GENERATION
YOUR LACK OF INVENTION
GIVING WAY TO PRETENSION

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP

YOU MISTAKE THE GENII FOR JERKS
BUT FOR THE JERKS YOU GO BERSERK
AND PLACE THE JACKASS RAPPER
ON THE PEDESTAL HE BOUGHT

WHILE BORN AGAIN BOWIE
STARES YOU IN THE FACE
AWASH WITH NO PUBLICITY
DESTINED TO VANISH WITHOUT TRACE

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP

SWALLOWED UP IN A SEA
OF MEDIOCRITY
WHERE THE KING IS IMITATION
WITH THE PUBLIC ALWAYS LOOKING IN THE WRONG PLACE

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP

HE'S ECLECTIC, HE'S PERSISTENT
HIS SONGWRITING; CONSISTENT
TO EVERY PASSING WHIM
HE'S ETERNALLY RESISTANT

THE WIDTH OF HIS IMAGINATION
EVIDENT IN HIS CREATIONS
BEYOND ALL EXPECTATION
USHERS HIM FROM STATION TO STATION

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP

NON-EXISTENT BOUNDARIES
THE CORE OF HIS BELIEFS
WITHIN A BOX THAT HAS NO SIDES
THE UNIVERSE IS HIS FRUSTRATION

EVERYBODY ELSE IS WRONG
AND SURE TO UNDERRATE THIS SONG
THAT'S WHY I THINK I DON'T BELONG
THAT'S WHY I'M SOMEWHERE IN THE DISTANCE

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP

WITHIN MY MIND, EXISTING WALLS
LIKE JERICHO, AFTER THE FALL
WERE PULVERIZED AND GROUND TO DUST
THOUGH THEY WERE NEVER THERE AT ALL

IF ONLY THEY WOULD DROP THE ACT
PARTITION FICTION FROM THE FACTS
MY ONLY MISSION, STILL INTACT
WOULD BE THE ONE I CAN'T RECALL

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP

THE SUPERFICIAL MAKE SICK
CAN ONLY TURN A SINGLE TRICK
BUT PLASTIC PEOPLE ALWAYS WIN
IT'S ALL ABOUT SURFACE SKIN

IT'S DANGEROUS TO BE 

DANGEROUSLY DIFFERENT
TO THE SHEEP, I'M NON-EXISTENT
BEING DEEP IS AN AFFLICTION
SAYS THE UNNATURAL SELECTION

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP

TO DISAGREE WOULD BE SIN
TO SWIM AGAINST THE SEA OF MAN
WILL PUT YOU WAY OUT ON A LIMB
AND VULNERABLE TO EXECUTION

I HATE THE WAY THE MASSES THINK
THE MEDIOCRITY THEY DRINK
THEIR MOUTHS ALL MOVE IN PERFECT SYNC
WHEN OTHERS DO, THEY ALSO BLINK

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP

I'M HAPPY THAT MY MIND IS FREE
MY 'DON'T BELONG' PHILOSOPHY
THE LIFEBLOOD OF HUMANITY
WILL GIVE MY PSYCHE FULL PROTECTION

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEONS OF POP

DON'T JUST LIKE, LISTEN; DON'T JUST LISTEN, COMMENT; DON'T JUST COMMENT, SHARE!
I don't respond to musicians that just add, or just click like buttons, because it doesn't prove they actually listened!

Please don't just click the like button, because i don't know whether it means you didn't actually listen, or you don't think it's good enough to comment on! I will only return support to musicians I know have actually listened; anyone can click the like button, and many do, without actually listening!

I BREAK ALL THE RULES DEFINING THE MUSIC MAKING PROCESS, SIMPLY BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW THEM! 

AND BECAUSE THEY ARE UNFAMILIAR, UNPREDICTABLE, FROM ONE CREATION TO THE NEXT, ONE TUNE WILL ONLY TELL YOU AS MUCH AS READING ONE PAGE OF A NOVEL, AND ONE LISTEN, NO MORE THAN A PARAGRAPH :)

I DOUBT ANY MUSICIAN WILL EVER MATCH DAVID BOWIE'S BRILLIANCE; NO ONE WILL EVER INHERIT HIS CROWN, BUT I DON'T THINK ANYONE ELSE WILL COME CLOSER.

THIS MIGHT SOUND LIKE AN AMBITIOUS CLAIM, BUT I WOULDN'T BE FOOLISH ENOUGH TO MAKE IT IF I HADN'T REACHED THE POINT IN MY CREATIVE LIFE TO DO IT.

IN SOME WAYS I FALL SHORT, BECAUSE I PRODUCE TUNES SO RAPIDLY, THEY DON'T GET THE CARE AND ATTENTION THEY MIGHT RECEIVE IN A STUDIO, AND MY TUNES ARE NOT LITTERED WITH GREAT MUSICIANS; THE VAST MAJORITY OF MY TUNES ARE SOLO PROJECTS, AND I RARELY SPEND MORE THAN A DAY ON EACH TUNE, YET THEY ARE ALWAYS INNOVATIVE, CREATIVE, IMAGINATIVE, COVERING THE WHOLE SPECTRUM FROM DARK TO LIGHT.

NO BOUNDARIES IN MUSIC, SO I WANDER FROM GENRE TO GENRE WITHOUT THOUGHT OR INTENT, AND I CREATE ON THE FLY, YET MY TUNES ARE STRONGER THAN MANY TUNES THAT GET THE FULL TREATMENT, INVOLVING MONTHS OF WORK, AND PROFESSIONAL ENGINEERING!

IF LISTENERS KEEP THIS IN MIND, THEY WILL REALIZE THE TUNES I CREATE EXIST OUTSIDE NORMAL BOUNDARIES. VIEW THEM AS DEMOS, CREATED ON THE FLY, AND COMPLETED, FROM START TO FINISH, IN LESS THAN A DAY--HOW MANY MUSICIANS COULD DO THAT, WITHOUT SACRIFICING  STRENGTH,  DEPTH, ORIGINALITY AND FRESHNESS,

 THE UNBIASED LISTENER WOULDN'T DISAGREE WITH MY CLAIM OF BEING THE SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP; IF ANYTHING, I AM MORE ECLECTIC, EVEN THAN BOWIIE, AND MY LYRICS ARE EVERY BIT AS INNOVATIVE AS THE MUSIC. BOWIE'S LYRICS ARE BRILLIANT, BUT ONLY MADE SENSE SOME OF THE  TIME... MINE MAKE SENSE MOST OF THE TIME, AND ARE LITTERED WITH SOCIAL STATEMENTS PRESENTED FROM A NEW PERSPECTIVE!

IN ORDER TO DISAGREE WITH MY CLAIM, THE LISTENER WOULD NEED TO LISTEN TO A FEW HUNDRED OF MY TUNES FIRST; IT IS THE QUANTITY OF MY TUNES, HOW ECLECTIC MY APPROACH IS, AND HOW CONSISTENT THE STANDARD IS, THAT PROVIDES EVIDENCE FOR MY CLAIM, SO TO DISPUTE THAT CLAIM YOU MUST LISTEN TO HUNDREDS OF THEM :) STE VAN HORNE

MY MIND HAS A MIND OF ITS OWN

2ND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP