Most of the time I try to think outside the box on theme interpretation. This week I just went head first into it.

Anticipation

I wasn't looking for fortune
Sitting alone and talking to myself
When I look up to find you
Looking at me
You start to walk over
And there's no help for me now

I'm dying from anticipation
You're killing me as each second passes by
And you let me draw just a little bit closer
'Til you've got me begging for my life

I wasn't looking for a night to forget
So I took it slow
Engrossed in conversation
On the walk home
We get to your door
You start to lean closer
And there's no help for me now

You weren't looking for surprises
That night when I knocked on your door
Just like I had a hundred times before
So when you came to see
It was just me
But I was down on my knee
And there's no stopping this now

Anticipation

Nothing feels right. 
No one knows me. 
Fear of failure. 
Fear of flying. 
Tried to make 
everyone happy. 
Nothing winds up
how it should be. 

So we fall down. 

Show them all your
best intentions. 
Hide what you're
afraid to mention. 
Laugh at all the
same old bullshit. 
You'll be okay
if you just fake it. 

So we fall down. 

Oh, my love--
don't make a sound. 
Wake me when
we hit the ground. 

Fits and sputters.
Graying lovers. 
Angry hours and
jealous brothers. 
Kiss me when I
try to run. 
Kiss me when our
time is done. 

So we fall down. 

Give me what you
have to give. 
Give me what you
needed. 
Flying flags and
crashing waves.. 
The time I watched it slip away. 

The Time I Watched It Slip Away

Lyrics:

You'd think by now we'd know
Love is a fear of being alone
And you'd think the definition
Of happiness was 'longing for repetition' 

Here we go again
We're all human in the end
Here we go again 
We're not lost if we pretend

You'd think by now we'd see
Hate's easier to feel than agony
And you'd think the definition
Of sadness was 'resigning to repetition'

Here we go again
We're all human in the end
Here we go again 
We're not lost if we pretend

Here We Go Again

I've had the ending of this kicking around in my head for a while now, but I never really thought it'd come out quite like this.

Lyrics
Sitting alone in an empty room that I call home, thinking back on all the things I used to know. Thinking back on when your love was all I needed. 28 years, but still I choose to live right here. 28 years. Can I hold onto this a little longer? I just don't want you to go without goodbye, and I'm not saying a word. Can I hold onto this a little longer? All I wanted was the truth, but still you lied, and I'm not saying a word.

I've never written anything even remotely like this before. I wish I had about twenty more male voices to get singing this, but alas-- I have to settle for layering my own. 

Lord, help me find my place. 
Lord, help me find my place. 
I keep burning bridges
and digging graves, 
so Lord, help me find my place. 

Time never on my side. 
Time never on my side. 
This ship is running aground and
I'm just along for the ride.
Yeah, time never on my side. 

Don't know where my baby went. 
Don't know where my baby went. 
Ain't a man alive who's 
innocent. 
And I don't know where my baby went. 

Lord, help me find my place.
Lord, help me find my place. 
I keep burning bridges
and digging graves. 
Lord, help me find my place. 

Lord, Help Me Find My Place

Moving On Nowhere

Move along. 
Time to rest.
Memory.
Nothing left. 
Close your eyes. 
Come the crash. 
All we were.
Smoke and ash. 

Last call. 
Settle up. 
Call your friends. 
Had enough. 
Boarding time. 
Need to go. 
Final chance. 
Hold me close. 

I don't think I'm strong enough
to fight the undertow. 
And though I say I hate you, 
you know It's just for show. 

I don't think I'm strong enough
to face the world outside. 
And even if I hate you, 
it's just my stupid fucking pride. 

I don't think I'm strong enough
that I can watch you go. 
And even when I hate you,
I need you more than you could know.

I don't think I'm strong enough
to battle through the wind. 
And even though I hate you, 
I'd do anything to see you again. 

Moving On Nowhere

This will (undoubtedly) be the longest individual part of Suddenly, A Poop. Pt. V doesn't actually begin in this file until the 0:35 timestamp. When I wrote Pt. IV a few weeks ago I hadn't considered what I would be transitioning into for Pt. V, and as the main riff in 9/8 took shape at a markedly slower tempo, I realized some transitional ideas were going to be needed. Once those were written, it made sense for that slowing down transitional phrase to be the tail end of Pt. IV, rather than have them begin Pt. V in a rapid deceleration. The new riffs at the end of Pt. IV start at 0:11.

As the songs decelerates out of Pt. IV into Pt. V I wanted to try to musically express the sound and feeling of getting pulled over. There's a sliding layer of guitar in there that moves between octaves, which attempts to mimic (roughly, of course) the sound of a police siren. And then, obviously, the song literally slows down as the character is pulled over. It was an interesting specific challenge to try to get that across musically. I think I did as well as could be done without using sound samples, which I didn't want to do.


V. Captus

Something wicked
this way comes, 
and I think
it's brought friends.
Something molten
southward runs. 
Traffic stop--
guts distend--
This will have a
GOOEY END. 

Don't know how long
I can keep it contained.
'Bout to burst
at the seams. 
Or if my Superman undies
will escape unstained. 
Clear the streets. 
Secure the scene.
Call ahead
FOR A HAZMAT TEAM. 

Please.. I'm sorry...
But you don't understand.
I'm READY TO FUCKING BLOW!!
Oh, god.. It's simple... 
It's an emergency, man. 

With every clench,
I take a bite out of my seat.
Got no chance--
hope abandoned. 
But I guess it could be worse.. 
like, if I was French, or something. 
O-ring versus
untold gallons.
Fanny like
A PRESSURE CANNON. 

Please, sir... 
You just don't understand.  
I'm GOING TO FUCKING POP!!
If I don't hurry
we'll have a mess on our hands
that will GET IN YOUR FUCKING EYES--
RUN DOWN YOUR FUCKING FACE--
SPLATTER YOUR UNIFORM--
SHUT UP! LET ME EXPLAIN!!

I'm on my own, 
all alone,
but trying. 
I still believe
I can be
more than slowly dying. 

AND I CAN SEE THE HEADLINES NOW:
"MAN EXPLODES IN TRAFFIC STOP,
INVESTIGATORS STUMPED,
COUNSELING FOR SHATTERED HERO COP."

Look here, buddy, 
I am crowning. 
Give me a break,
this shit can't wait. 
Can't keep talking--
I'm prairie dogging. 

I'm just about ready
to throw in the towel
(Cold sweats and 
fire inside.)
and relinquish the helm to my
mutinous bowels.
Thetan count
on the rise. 
See the fear 
IN MY EYES??

I'm on my own,
all alone,
but trying. 
I still believe
I can be
more than slowly dying. 

Suddenly, A Poop Pt. V

No Hope

The Picture On The Wall

My bones feel heavier,
My heart's not steady yet,
And I don't know who I am,
I am,

My friends don't ask me how,
And my lips just won't allow,
A call for help tonight,
Tonight,

I'm falling apart at the seams and it seems you don't know,
Every bone in my body just wants to let go,
Maybe I'm falling,
Maybe I'm gliding,
And baby the space in between is so frightening..

What am I to do?
What am I to do?

No path in my eyes,
I just don't feel right,
And I don't know who I am,
I am,

My friends don't ask me how,
And my lips just won't allow,
A call for help tonight,
Tonight,

and I'm falling apart at the seams and it seems you don't know,
and every bone in my body just wants to let go,
and maybe I'm falling,
and maybe I'm gliding,
but baby the space in between is so frightening,

What am I to do?

and I'm falling apart at the seams and it seems you don't know,
and every bone in my body just wants to let go,
and maybe I'm falling,
and maybe I'm gliding,
but baby the space in between is so frightening,

What am I to do?
What am I to do?
What am I to do?

...What am I to do?

The Space

Highway Blues

Springtime is over, and wouldn't you know?
The day's growing hotter while she's growing cold. 
There's blood on the road, but the burden is mine, 
and the rest of this mess will fade out in time. 
They said that breaking is simple when the message is clear. 
Kick down the door, or stand in the rear. 
Oh, summer would come if it weren't for this town. 
I'll take another plug of whiskey to swallow these doubts on down. 

Springtime is over, and it wasn't so kind. 
They burned all our loved ones and left us to die. 
I've got a few dollars more, but they won't get us far--
ten miles at the most before we sail into the dark. 
The skies keep on changing, and the wheels are spinning fast. 
And it's so goddamned dark in the shadow he casts. 
The fog's rolling cold-- yeah, the fog's rolling in--
but it's warm by the fire alight for our sins again. 

I'll tell it to the highway again. 

The Picture On The Wall

Connor_L_Smith

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