Take a trip to LA
Call up someone who's not the cops
Hang up as an afterthought, jiggle the coin slot,
Check for spare change

Take a trip to the beach
Get some sun, play some volleyball
Have some fun, drink some alcohol
and MAO inhibitors

Modern Renaissance Man
Carpe diem or kill yourself

Take a trip to the gym
Lift some weights get an injury
Nothing painkillers won't relive
Had an affinity for them anyway

Take a trip to the mall
Who knows where you may find your self?
Start by looking behind the shelf
Perhaps on sale or the clearance rack

Modern renaissance man
Carpe diem or kill your
Self-appointed leaders and czars
Self-obsessed reality TV stars
Self-consoling stories and lies
Self-conception measured in what you buy and sell
Oh well...

Take a trip to NY
Call up someone who's not the cops
Hang up like a Jack Ketch knot
then express your thoughts to them anyway

Listen for a response
Notice just how the voices warp
Perhaps you are just a corpse
Ever seeking a casket

Modern renaissance man
Carpe nihil you've killed your Self
Capre nihil you've killed your Self 
Carpe nihil you've killed your Self

Modern Renaissance Man

this song is a curse

If I were a tree
I would like to be sure
That my limbs were strong enough
For the birds

And if I were a bird
I would like to be sure
That my beak was long enough 
To catch worms

And eat them up
And make them part of me
It’s what I do
My birdie destiny
I eat them up and fly away
And have a great day

But if I were a worm
I would like to eat dirt
And make sure my wormy friends
Don’t get hurt

Cuz we’d be terrified
Of the birds swooping down in the rain
And they’d chop us right in half
But we don’t feel pain

We split in two
And go our separate ways
It’s what we do
It’s how we replicate
Cuz now we’re two
We once were one
That’s twice as much fun

But I'm Not

Professor no one knows a whole lotta nothing
And he talks about it all the time
crux of his book sales riding on the coattails of the parents of his students’ dime
A wise ass in the back of the class found the whole thing rather grotesque
Got in an uproar, jumped up off the floor, landed both feet flat on his desk
and he said

The more you think you know,
The less you think.
The more you think,
The less you think you know.
The less you think you know,
The more you think.
The less you think,
The more you think you know.

Patrician the politician gave an admonition of everything he didn’t stand for
He would implode if his moral code was broken or worse if it was simply ignored
A rabble rouser and serial carouser found all the stipulations absurd
He broke the law and at the trial judge asked him if he might have any last words and he said 

The more you think you know,
The less you think.
The more you think,
The less you think you know.
The less you think you know,
The more you think.
The less you think,
The more you think you know.

Everything that’s ever known
There beneath the shining star
Filtered through the neural cloud
Cannot see from where we are
Tinted in the hush of moon
Glinting off our deepest fears
There but for the grave of god
Bury him up to our ears

The Less You Know

In the living room
Where we watch cartoons
The blankets are strewn
Across the couch you’re sleeping on

There’s a tiny space
Beside the fireplace
No object can efface
Event horizon and beyond

I really can’t explain
How the room remains
I think it sort of drains
But time distorts so there’s no change

There’s no disparity
At the singularity
This type of clarity
Must veritably be a rarity

While some men grasp for meaning
Just to find it turns to sand
I sit at the edge of chaos
And try not to understand

In the living room
Where we watch cartoons
The blankets are strewn
Across the couch you’re sleeping on

Black Hole in the Living Room

In the living room
Where we watch cartoons
The blankets are strewn
Across the couch you’re sleeping on

There’s a tiny space
Beside the fire place
No object can efface
Event horizon and beyond

I really can’t explain
How the room remains
I think it sort of drains
But time distorts, so there’s no change

There’s no disparity
At the singularity
This type of clarity
Must veritably be a rarity

While some men grasp for meaning
Just to find it turns to sand
I sit at the edge of chaos
And try not to understand

In the living room
Where we watch cartoons
The blankets are strewn 
Across the couch you’re sleeping on

A series of mediocre ideas, executed poorly.
Multi-instrumentalist and songwriter based in Albany, NY. All songs are written, arranged, performed, recorded, and mixed by Deep Quote.

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