Seventeen years was such a long time
Now we’re coming out and going up to the sky
Life underground was dark in the soil
While the world outside us turned and toiled
Now our army deploys but we won't fight
We’ll cover your world under cover of night
There’s safety in numbers and so that’s why
We’ll shed our skins and then we’ll fly.

…Can you hear our cry?
The buzz of invaders surrounding your home
The drone of the throne to the queen of drones
The female of the species is what we desire
She has six legs and blood-red eyes
So much danger and so little time
I want to get lucky before I die.

Music: Herman Krebs and George Fox. Words: George Fox.

Brood X (Magicicada septendecim)

She is velocity
She is complexity
Grown exponentially
She is infinity
A singularity

She's a singularity
Inertia overtaking entropy

She's a singularity
An end to graduality

I keep accelerating
The horizon vanishes
There are no limits
To my consciousness

Unbroken continuum
Of moments, us and momentum
A point infinitesimal
With instant and expansive pull
Dilates and amplifies
Increasing speed and endless size
The fulcrum of eternity
Continuous and suddenly
Supplements reality
The dawn of immortality
Overlays and subjugates
Expands upon and infiltrates
Attaches to and predicates
Rebuilds anew and antiquates
Endlessly accelerates
Free of will but bound by fate

Absolute or relative
No differentiation
Monolithic quantum
The crux of creation
Full of futures, now and histories
Ephemera, causalities
Discrete dimensionalities
Mutual pluralities
Shared eventualities
Attractor in the nucleus
The center of the group
No more friction, no resistance
Just a feedback loop

She's a singularity
Inertia overtaking entropy

She's a singularity
The point where infinity comes over me

She has her own gravity
Her majesty will not let go of me

She's a singularity

Music: Herman Krebs and George Fox. Words: George Fox.

She’s a Singularity

They say no good deed goes unpunished
Then they also say you’re better off that way
They say time helps to make things funny
But then sometimes it just flies…

Shakepseare's words mentioned birds
Birds sing songs so they belong in the throng
in Central Park
import skylark,
thrush and starling would be darling
The starling,
a wretched thing
a hundred years of fowl offspring
overrun, spreads infests
the habitat of birds indigenous
Invaders,
Shakespeare's crusaders
Mortimer's song you hear from the neighbors
Obsidian flocks of nature
Those unintended consequences...

They say this land of milk and honey
Home of the free, manifest destiny
They say everything’s changed by money
Invisible hands promote an end that’s not intended

But no generosity
drives society
Every little thing seems to have a price
And no amount of it will ever suffice

Our need
to be the first
have the most
or quench our thirst
for more
From the job
past the bank
to the store
I can’t afford to save anymore

Confuse
privilege with liberty
welcome to meritocracy
For those not rich, mediocrity
Those unintended consequences...

They say from childhood springs identity
but it’s not what they say it’s what we do
And today, I raise my children carefully
aware they asimilate my every move

And I try to teach them right from wrong
to be aware, assured and strong
but I’ve my insecurities,
my failings, immaturity

And I’m afraid that somehow over time
my motivations not sublime
all the things I try to hide
are what they really gather and refine

So deception and lies
apparent gifts that I supply
My just desserts
Those unintended consequences...

They say no good deed goes unpunished
Then they also say you’re better off that way
They say time helps to make things funny
But then sometimes it just flies…

The scientist
always knows the danger of action
Nature and nurture and reaction
So many instances
Of unintended consequences

A paradox
intentions don’t always succeed
But the reasons we can concede:
ignorance, error, or haste
Habituation or waste

And prophecy
is just a fallacy
if you want any measure of accuracy,
you’ll get unintended consequences

Music: Herman Krebs and George Fox. Words: George Fox.

The Law of Unintended Consequences

I know a man
Who says he can't cope
He wont understand
He's given up hope

He wants to believe
The world is outside
But it overflows
And casts him aside

He doesn't place trust
In people or change
And he doesn't keep up
So he thinks it's all strange

And the people around
Call him outdated
But in truth he's just become
Uncalibrated

Uncalibrated

I saw this woman
Yesterday on the road
I think that she suffered
Sensory overload

She couldn't make sense
Of the lights or the signs
And desperately longed
For simpler times

As the sirens approached
And the radios blared
Her mind crowded-in
She was frozen and scared

And the people around
Grew tense and frustrated
While she shut down and cried
Uncalibrated

Uncalibrated

I've always kept hope
Wont surrender my dreams
Or pretend that my life
Is as bleak as it seems

But the daily routine
And watching TV
Isn't reality

My head's full of numbers
Schedules and plans
And I sync-up with life
More machine than a man

And it comes down to this
The moment I've waited
I've finally detached
I'm uncalibrated

Uncalibrated

Uncalibrated

Back when it started
I don't remember when
Some apparatchik
Or some republican
Said we had it coming
The end of everything
Our way of life, ourselves
No more American

It happened slowly
It took so many years
Three generations
Who played upon our fears
But we were willing
We were volunteers
Our social conscience
A faded souvenir

And the alarmists tried
So much to warn us all
Appeals to heart and pride
But we ignored their call
So here we are now
After the Marxists fall
Revolution's children
Just hanging at the mall

Was it the TV?
Was it the internet?
The fluoride treatments
Or drugs and cigarettes?
I can't stand suffering
Don't stand for anything
My generation
Rejects everything

Thus ends this nation
This is the yawn contagion
And we're so jaded by it all.

Don't try to put me down
Because I get around
You know your future's sold
Afraid of getting old?

This is a test
This is only a test

In the unlikely event of an actual
Emergency
You would have been told
Where to tune in
For further disinformation

This senseless nation
This is the yawn contagion
And we're so jaded by it all!

Music: Herman Krebs and George Fox. Words: George Fox.

Yawn Contagion

A gentle breeze stirs the air
The smell of Spring is everywhere
Come on out and get your share
Of a little of what they call spunk

See the buds upon the trees
Hear the sounds of birds and bees
Be as happy as you please
’Cause you’ve got spunk

But if allergies are mean
And you can’t make the outdoor scene
Just take an antihistamine
And shake that funk

Now that shakin’s the agenda
Let’s see you work that pudenda

And with the coming of the Spring
The trees and flowers do their thing
If you’ve been splooged by nature’s fling
Then you’ve got spunk!

Words and Music: George Fox.

You've Got Spunk

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