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Gom Jabbar’s Guide to the Galaxy

https://youtu.be/MqcydGGDitM

people
na-na-na-na

we got Christians and Muslims and Hindus
all agree that our essence is love
but then we lock our doors and shutter windows
knowing what all we're capable of

yeah we got Shakespeare, Voltaire and Sartre
they taught us what it is to be good
(everyone wants to be good)
yet we're scared when somebody darker
jogs around our neighborhood

now, we've come a long way
since some proteins made connection
(lo-lo-long way)
we've gotten real good
at not dying from infection

we're just not too good at being people 
na-na-na-not so good at people
most of us (people) make terrible people
and all the worst people
are people like us

na-na na-na-na na

silver lining in our situation
we're just failing our own QA process
got high hopes for the next generation
stuff their baggage with our secret sauces

and we know they mostly don't work
every saint was a consummate jerk
every prophet—betrayed by his own people
and every leader who slayed his own pe-op-le...

now! we've come a long way
since a strange fish left the ocean
we've gotten real good
at playing guitar with distortion

but we still suck at being people
na-na-na-na
na-na-na-na

the only evil I've seen lives in people...
just like me

People

https://youtu.be/OKai3vc2a0c
[original guitar score by @john-byrne-117035719]

4 - 3 - 2 - 1 - IGNITION!

Final lap dance, one last drink
but baby don’t feel sorry for me.
About to ditch the thing
that makes your boobs swing,
back up the well to where the rocks roll free.

‘Cause I’m an asteroid miner (wooh-ooh!)
like my daddy and my paw-paw was.
And yeah, I wear manliner (wooh-ooh!)
just so you would know I’m not your earthworm cuz.

I’m an asteroid miner. (miner, miner, wooh-ooh!)
I’m an as-te-ro-oid mi-i-i-i-iner (ooh)

[break]

Yeah, baby, yeah, baby, yeah!
You're part of my therapy (ye-eah!)

Out in the Belt I’m closer to God
and I thank Him for pressurizing my pod.
I shoot from the hip and trust my gut
and gut anyone that tries to steal my cut!

‘Cause I’m an asteroid miner (wooh-ooh!)
born on a hull where we drink our piss.
But I wear designer (oh-ooh-ooh!)
just to let you know I’m not your broke-ass sis.

As-teroid mi-ne-er—mine that asteroid... (owww!)

I know who to sell to, who to bribe, and who to rob.
No Martian robot’s gonna steal my job.
Got a powerful lobby in the Solar Alliance.
We say, give us better ships
but fuck your science! (yeah, fuck your science!)

And I’m not gay, not even bi-curious.
When I sleep with other men it’s because I’m “Mercurious”
It’s okay to want a penis—
just pray it away when you slingshot from Venus.

Asteroid miner—pillar of the Solar economy
Asteroid miner—never a pillar of salt for sodomy (that was never me!)
Asteroid miner—never covet my pilot's wife
Asteroid miner—but my pilot’s torso makes me feel alive...

[instrumental break]

Lap dance over but don’t worry about me—
I’m headed to a place where everything hangs free.
It’s pretty cool if you like huge diamonds.
I’ll introduce you to my best friend Simon...

Ooh, Simon! He’s my favorite asteroid miner.

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Asteroid Miner

once upon a time
we were perfect together
once upon a time

once upon a time
we were starbound together
once upon a time
we were starbound

we held our own feet to the fire
and started a family
whatever it takes we’re flying higher
every accident’s meant to be

now the way your head rests on the pillow
is making me seethe with rage
you hated the tone I used to say hello
yeah my manners show their age

got caught in a web of our own
perfect strangers in a perfect home—
starbound

feels good when you build your own
perfect circle in a perfect storm
never lost and never found

when lying down in beds of roses
sometimes there’s only stems
still trying to pretend we chose this—
the carnival never ends!

there must be more degrees of murder
maybe more than the shades of gray
the dead leaves fall and block the gutter
and still we beg for rain

[chorus: repeated]

got caught in a web of our own
perfect strangers in a perfect home—
starbound

feels good when you walk your own
perfect circle in a perfect storm
never lost so never found

starbound
starbound

Starbound

Some Ancient Power

Title track of a 2023 EP that can be purchased at https://gomjabbar.bandcamp.com

it's alright / you'll feel better
it's alright / it's a feel-better song

it’s gonna be alright if you let it go
and alright if you give it all you’ve got
it’s gonna be alright if you let it be
and alright whether you let it or not

it’s gonna be alright if you just hang on
alright if you follow your dreams or you heart
it’s alright to feel good from this feel good song
whether you sing along with every cliché or not

you're gonna be alright...

hey, you!
don’t feel blue when life’s got you by the throat
why down when you can up?
with a feel good song that I wrote just for you
and oh hey, hey look
I’m even gonna throw in a soothing hook
when your workdays are bleak
and the world is at war
the only way out is to woh-ooh-ooh-ooh-oh

yeah, it’s alright if you can’t catch a break
it’s alright because you can always eat cake
and it’s alright to let it all out (mama, mama, it's alright!)
there’s a place for every grievance⁠—it’s called The Cloud

I mean it’s alright baby and it’s alright chile
most of your likes and dislikes are on file
we’ll never stream anything you haven’t requested
it’s alright and when you sing along, you’ll manifest it

it's gonna be alright even when it's wrong...

hey, you!
when you’re feeling down and out, or just royally screwed
we have the perfect mix for you
and a chorus with a clear-ringing platitude
you’ll be sharing how this made you feel better
and in a decade how it changed your life
just remember we did it together—
you told us to tell you it’s gonna be alright

here's a pleasant mini-break
before the final refrain
for you, for you...
for you!

[chorus: repeated]

it’s alright to feel alright when the vibes hit home
if you pay us we'll keep singing how nothing is wrong

yes, it’s gonna be alright if you pick yourself up
and totally fine if you let everyone down
alright if you keep on and don’t give up (mama, mama, it's alright)
and even more than alright if they jerk you around

it’s gonna be alright when one thing sucks you dry
there’s always another that somehow draws more blood
and always another band banging it’s alright
when all of the evidence suggests not

but it's alright cause you'll be fine!
(not)

Alright! (Not)

You're a part of something greater
Something greater wants to lift up your mind
Oh, it's a sparkler, scintillator
Hurry up and be the next to get in line!

Would you believe you're the most important
Keeper of Our Ways?
Someone loves you even more than you love yourself
(And you do love yourself a lot)
So get your faith on—enter the portal
Get your faith on—you'll be immortal
The creator of your world just needs a little help
(little help 'fore he gives you what you want!)

But you're gonna have to fight for him
Crawl inside a tank, lay your life down like it's nothing
(And it's nothing...)
Yeah it's when you die for him
That you're a part of something greater

Yeah, you're gonna have to die for him
To be a part of something greater

A great big part of something grander—
ideas blowing up the confines of your mind!
Supplant your ego with my commander
Hurry up and be the next meat we grind.

Get your faith on (you know we lie)
But get your faith on and everything is fine
So get your faith on (while we embezzle and we steal
(And we bedazzle with unreal)
Just get your faith on (Propaganda!)
Get your faith on (Sweet propaganda!)

Yes, you're gonna have to die for us.
And if you disbelieve our news then you've died for nothing!
We're the only side, so you side with us.
If you kill in our name, we'll let you plunder a little something...

But you're gonna have to fight for this.
Butcher women and children and old men in their own bedrooms
Then you can say you didn't sign up for this
And that's how you get the slice of something greater...

Be a part of something greater...
Get your, get your, get your, get your faith on!
(But you're gonna have to want this bad
Picture Nazis in the mass grave so you don't feel bad...)

If someone's gonna have to die for this
Why should it be you when you've never had your fate in your own hands?
You think you know who the viper is?
Well, now it's you. 
Now it's you.

Something Greater

If we could fly to where the sky ends
you can take a peek inside my heart
but it’s beyond the powers of our science
the thing that makes things pull apart

no-one knows where the sky ends

when I was younger I was certain of so much—
where one thing ended another would begin
I figured ice would always be cold to the touch
I figured home was where they have to let you in

but I was wrong—
there’s no "in" there’s no "out"
no "off" and no "on"
it’s all a blur
no-one knows where the sky ends
it’s all a blur

and now I’m older than almost every certainty
for every answer I accept your dodge and feint
when it gets colder and we seek a sunspiked sea
I’ll light you a lantern if you let me billow in your wake

raise your arms
pierce the sky

if we could meet up where the sky ends
you might hear the truth

when I was younger I was certain of so much
where one world ended another would begin
if we could journey to a place where two can touch
we wouldn’t have to keep letting each other in

if we could fly to where the sky ends
we might just learn what our fear is made of
asleep under the weight of our defiance
we dream we can fall out of love

when the sky ends
when the sky

Where The Sky Ends

if you’re one of those people
who go crazy over Christmas
tell me do you know 
what Christmas is even about?
why don't I tell you what Christmas is about
it’s gonna get a little bit choppy
so grab on to me...

some folks decorate an evergreen tree
none can agree
on what the trees symbolize
some say renewal
others say eternal life
or could be just the way 
we shake down nature for a prize

it’s either Jesus or it’s pagan

some people sing carols 
about reindeer in the snow
to celebrate a certain Middle Eastern birth
and some sing “I don’t want
a lot for Christmas”
as they max out their credit card

it’s either St. Nick or Coca-Cola

so let’s gather round family and friends
then look at others for what triggers or offends
that’s because what Christmas is all about
is telling others what their Christmas
should be about

me tell you all about Christmas
(he'll tell you all about Christmas)

many hate their own tradition’s Xmas
let alone vestiges of Roman Saturnalia
for some goody-two-shoes it is a chance to flex—
must rally hard for all demonic practices to go belly up
 
you know the Yule log’s probably Satan

Western kids write to Santa
and ask for massive presents
the same guy who used to beat up
naughty children with a stick
(he could really jingle bells, jingle bells)
he owns a factory up North now
and skims from his elves’ wages
I guess a useful lesson—it pays to be a dick

does he ever make it down to Angola?

gather round, my dear family and friends
let’s look at the neighbors for what triggers and offends
we know too well what Christmas is about
It’s about judging others and calling the heathens out!

All About Christmas

A musical sketch to accompany 'Apples' by Nedyalko Delchev.

Apples

when we took all our cues from the wild
how’d you think it was going to end
except in misery?

did you think rains will have us exiled
to the mountains where we can pretend
things got citrusy?

when we bombed the stratosphere
and found the clouds still don’t want us here
did it feel like a plan then?
did it feel like The Plan?

oceans
can be concreted over, stars draped up in blinds
with all the conscious-
-ness that goes to waste in our minds

yeah, oceans
can be paved over, atmospheres peeled off like rinds
with all the conscious-
-ness that is wasted on our minds

such a waste…
such a waste…
such a waste…

when we put the sharp-toothed in charge
how’d you think it was going to go
but feeding frenzy?

and did you think the summers of March
would be remembered as the ebb and the flow
of this planet’s fancy?

when we painted ourselves on the skies
and filled our profiles with self-researched lies
did it feel like a win then?
did it feel like a win?

oceans
can turn into soup, lakes pickled in brine
while the conscious-
-ness goes to terrible waste in our mind

yes, oceans
can be boiled, forests torched up by bottled sunshine
just so all the conscious-
-ness can go unused by our mind

such a waste…
such a waste…
such a waste…

they say the Universe needs us to look on
for data to turn into information
but split by rivers and lines on a map
we spill blood on the altar of altercation

it’s such a waste
such a waste...

I get the feeling what the Universe needs
is to try all over again
now this feels like a plan 
now this feels like The Plan...

Such A Waste

I need this body to remember
a hill of wild flowers 
all speckled in ladybugs
must have been only four or five
the pressure of the sunlight 
was still a surprise to me

I need this body to remember
looking up from a sea into storm clouds 
turning olive not so far above
must have been no more than twelve
thought I’d die when lightning 
streaked down from the skies

I need this body that has been 
in a wet spring forest
just to dawdle in the smell of your hair
to have seen a spiderweb airborne
for the netting around our eyes to feel fair

and I need this creaky body
just to sway next to yours now, now
your closeness is the slow poison 
my body can’t do without

those with a body now sway 
to the samba rhythm
for bodies to sway

those with a body now swing
to the samba rhythm
for bodies to swing
to the samba

I need this body that has climbed cherry trees
just to have a funny old laugh with you
a lovers’ quarrel under a leaky roof
some truth like a snake outgrowing its skin

this body has pierced through enough nights now
to have its own little imagination going
and it sometimes catches a story
rising like a choir’s voice over the din

and it still has this urge
to sway next to yours now, now
your touch is the final proof
of a body we can’t do without

those with a body now sway
to the samba rhythm
for bodies that sway

those with a body now swing
to the samba rhythm
for bodies that swing
to the samba

those with a body now swing
to the samba rhythm
for bodies to swing

those with a body now dance
to the samba rhythm
for bodies to dance
while you’ve got one
while you’ve got one
while you’ve got one

those with a body now sway

Those With A Body

aren’t you worried we’re a
thin scum layer (layer!)
not just us—all the life we’ve ever seen

and yet we’re acting like
the sole purveyor (veyor!)
of meaning, truth, and beauty, we’re so cutely keen
 
and no-one’s worried we’re a
thin scum layer (layer!)
jitterbugging on a nickel ball hurtling through space

we may be common or
extremely rare (rare?)
are we reaching for the stars or falling flat on our face?

when you take off in an airplane
note how quickly the temperature drops
our comfort zone is just a membrane 
you dip a toe outside it, it freezes right off

and when you fret over your boyfriend
and while you plot a better life for your child
our only layer’s getting poisoned
don’t ask the Universe to keep that curry mild

the heat is up!
when we’re done emoting how unfair
the heat is up!
we’ll be baked inside our own eclair

well, I’m worried we’re a
thin scum layer
lindy-hopping on a groove we can’t handle at all

and while we’re puttering
in song and prayer
we fail to change even the few things we control

I’ve been accused of dark & deep despair
that’s just the opposite of what I feel
so when next you take a little breath of air
don’t let that buster grab your wheel

time to take heed of our ghostlike presence
spike the tea with all the right kinds of fear
milk our frailty for its effervescence
and learn to take care of our thin, thin layer

thin. scum. layer.
thin. scum. layer.

let’s get busy on our
thin scum layer (layer!)
we’ll need it with us for however long

this could be our only
soul conveyor (eya!)
‘cause there’ll be no-one left to grieve if we get this one wrong…

layer, layer
pa-da-ba-doo-ba-da-ba-da-pam-paya

Thin Scum Layer

Riffing on the fantastic "Tarantella in A Minor" by Pieczonka.

Tarantella (with Pieczonka)

If the Romans had invented jazz music, they would have been swinging on 5/8.

Pabulum, Baby!

An ethno-jazz journey that will take you to some new places, and old.

Temptation

will you hold me
when we are old in
years of gold when
knees are wobbly
that would be lovely

and will you scold me
when I'm being a jackass
or only fill up my glass
and make it salty
that would be lovely...
that would be lovely!

I know your love is something I can't win at
of course I've been at
it plenty of times
I know we've yet to find the thing I'm good at
oh, no, could that
thing be rhymes?!

and even though it's fairly useless
when the pushes
come to shove
I like the way you work it—
get all your kisses 
from being tough

mmbop-pu-bam
mmbop-pu-bam
ba-dam-pa-day

will you console me
when my thoughts get silly
squat upon a diddly
and my reasoning faulty
that would be lovely

and will you hound me
if I'm napping on a Monday
snoring like a runway
or will you ignore me?
that would be lovely...
that would be lovely!

don't even try to fight the feeling
the thought alone is killing me right now
as long as we can break a ceiling
I'm more than willing
to moan & howl

and even though it's fairly simple
many of us will fail the test
mama said knock you out
mama said knock you out
still like the way you work it
as we walk in fields of gold...

[instrumental break]

oh will you hold me
when my vision gets blurry
nose & ears furry
will you chide me softly
yeah, that would be lovely

and will you serve me
(serve me?!)
a final notice when I'm lazy
short of pushing daisies
yeah, you own me
and it is lovely

yeah, it is lovely!

Lovely

A re-imagining of "Russian Sailor's Dance" by Reinhold Moricevič Glière. Theme from the Russian folk song "Яблoчко."

Russian Soldier's Dance (with Glière)

A springy, ethno-jazzy walk in nature to replenish the spirit.

In Nature

The brain fires stunningly complex electrical signals even when you're doom-scrolling on Insta or making a TikTok. It's true!

Alternating Currents

The human body is an ecosystem that does a million little things every second just to make us feel "normal". And this is, in the real sense of the word, awesome.

The Body Works

-ture -adven
adventure
(why can't you just)
hold on to your poetry
(why can't you just)
know your space is solitary

adventure
create your own
ascension
invent your own

who made your imagination?

the whole point of it
is to find your own
the whole fun of it
is to roll your own
the whole bulk of it
is to grow your own
the whole sum of it
is to spread your own

your own
your own
your own

adventure
to call our own
it's our nature
to dream alone

adventure
narrate your own
it's in our nature
to dream we're strong

long and the short of it
is to tell you own
tale at the heart of it
is just flesh and bone
but make an art of it
let the ones it's haun-
ted get a part of it
wrap it in their own

their own
their own
their own

[Chorus: repeated]

adventure

Adventure (Your Own)

Indirectly quoting "Freddie Freeloader" and directly quoting "Sweet Georgia Brown", "The Lost City" is a swinging over-indulgence in classic jazz nostalgia.

The Lost City

A respectfully irreverent reimagining of Frédéric Chopin's Waltz Op. 64 No. 1 aka Valse Du Petit Chien aka Minute Waltz.

the first and last feeling is "helpless"
with a lot of "helpless" in between
I wish I could say
some things don’t decay
how I wish I could tell you
our efforts have value
but judging from everything that I’ve seen
the brave & depraved
the selfish & selfless
it’s best if we feel all festive & glad
given we range between
helpless & mad
yeah we'd better be
incredibly un-upset and un-sad
given the difference 
‘tween helpless & dead

my child, my sweet
my yellow-brown flower
when the woods gonna burn
not a winter can stop it
we’ve all got this 
suboptimal urge to control
but the what where when how
& why are not in our power
yeah, shut down the garden

the first and last feeling is "helpless"
then a lot of helplessness in between
I wish I could tell you
oh, one more rebellion
for wisdom & might
to make things alright
but lying to you 
will not change the theme

my love, my cold blue 
spring in the desert
when the sky’s gonna turn
not a beauty can tempt it
we’ve all got this contemptible 
urge to decide
and the stab wounds & scars
are not even a lesson—
we just muck about in our gardens

our first and last feeling is "helpless"
and it doesn’t change much in between
as you spin in your circle of fairness
remember to hum with the theme
how lucky regardless
of getting punched down
trees in the forest
enjoying their sound
so what does it matter how
tiny my reach?
as long as I’m honest
you’ll pardon my speech
the aimless & friendless
the babbling saved
the bumbling faithless
the child who’s behaved
we rhyme the same reason
we write the same song—
ain’t none of us has to be
helpless alone

Helpless (with Chopin)

ready to ramble...
ready to ramble...

all that we may sur-
all that we may surmise
it's already in our
it's already in our minds

every last sun-
every last sunrise
already in our
already in our eyes

shan
can't change the direction
well then bump your direction
shan
shan

[repeated]

Every Last Sunrise

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The Guard Tower (with John Byrne)

someplace, somewhen
we’ll never meet again
this moment’s pinned up onto time
the razor now
will cut and split our thens
and even stars will fall in line
and little you and tiny I
oh we are just as unrepeatable
we only got to run it once
in all of this someplace-somewhen

you know those ripples
in the oxbow lake
repeat never again
we’re not all evil
when we make mistakes 
we hope to fix them all somewhen

no we
don’t need
no reason for the jubilee
no harm
no foul
no lent or saint for a carnival

no we
don’t need
no reason for a jubilee 
no harm
no foul
no miracles for a carnival

one place, one when—
a trickster of eternity
neither will crease nor bend
at least not for you & me

so gather all ye rosebuds while ye may
this is why you came
(of course it’s not okay)
just gather no regrets
somehow, someway...

someplace, somewhen
we’ll never meet again
this moment’s once in all of time
the razor now
will cut and split our thens
and even galaxies will fall in line

you know that levee
where we drank and wept
will not repeat again

no we
don’t need
no fancy math for a jubilee
no harm
no foul
no speed bumps for a carnival

someplace, somewhen
someplace, somewhen
we got to happen once
and never again

Someplace, Somewhen

Claude Debussy - Arabesque No. 1
performed by Myra Arnaudov

From the tentacles of star ejecta
Swirling in our blood
We’re swimming on the edge of night
We’re floating in a cage of light

Who I was before I held you 
Tenderly I can’t recall
You pulled me from the edge of night
You built me in your cage of light

We’re renaissant–
Don’t waste it
Trying to cradle water beads 
Just start one fire before the freeze

Caged in light
Take flight
Don’t give up flight
Can’t give up flight

We don’t need to manicure the claws
Of every specter 
Tearing down our hull
Just cause we’re dancing on the edge of sight
As we’re flying in our cages of light

And if you have to go dismember nothing
Just give it all and
Suddenly you’ll skate the edge of night
Explode together with your cage of light

We’re renaissant–
Don’t waste it
Trying to cradle water beads
Start just one fire before the freeze

Caged in light
Take flight
Don’t give up flight 

No eye
Can simply see
The light around us is a dream
Less than a dream
Unless we dream up ourselves
Unafraid of the deep
Unafraid of the dark
Unafraid of the light in our 
Cages

Cage of Light (with Debussy)

Go fish somewhere pretty and nevermind if you catch anything!

Go Fish!

come over and bring your bottom lie
and we’ll each pour a glass
straight away drink half
and then we’ll set them both aside
under exaggerated sky

yeah bring your lifelong lie
and we will make it last
fret the way time passed
then we’ll put them back inside
our old dilapidated I

as the drones rain fire
and the warm ocean’s coiling to pounce
you and I both feel
this movie is named after us

lend me some of your ire
and I’ll ship you steel by the ton
so we can spin in our reel
we are stars made of much more than dust  

but when we talk
our cameras decide to pull wide
and when you laugh
the extras dissolve far behind
when we cry
we each have to take a quick turn
why deny
we were chosen to watch the world burn

go on now bring your bottom lie
and we will sip it slow
regret the way winds blow
and how they cast us both aside
a cruel and ever-changing sky

bring your sweetest lie
and we will make it glow
although both you and I we know
it is no match for any tide
too late to plant another lie

your stratagems inspire
as the grind shrinks us down to a bolt
we’re not ready to keel
over we are still written in gold

and when we pause
the camera will want to close up
who else can play
our roles when we finally stop?

so bring your bottom lie
to hop onto and catch a lift
you get bedazzled I be-spiffed
and we will nail our final lines
as the ruins fade to white

bring your innermost lie
and we will make it work
with a bit of glue and a little luck
we’ll write to whom it may it concern:
you and I were here 
to watch the world 
burn

Your Bottom Lie

A jazz study in -plets that doubles as a bleak wide-angle shot of the artificial ways we humans divide ourselves.

Divisions

This inevitably happens when a daughter asks you to re-watch "Whiplash" with her.

Store Your Data (In More Than 1 Place)

Now hear this:
Gom Jabbar steppin' upon the dancefloor.
Fire!
Zoom. Bah! Zoom. Bah!
Uh-huh
Fire!

You look mighty fine
I want you by my side
I know it doesn't rhyme
but I don't really care!

You dance mighty fine
I want you in my life
I know it doesn't rhyme
but I don't really care, do you?

Fire.
Zoom-Bada-Naina
You like it? I like it.

You look mighty fine
I want you for my wife
I know it doesn't rhyme
but I don't really care.

You sing mighty fine
I want you in my life
I know it doesn't rhyme
But I don't really care, do you?

What do you mean I'm just a friend?
You'd set your friend on fire?!?

Zoom-Bada-Naina (Can't you feel it?)
Zoom-Bada-Naina (You're settin' me on fire!)

Fire - Fire
ai - ai - ai

You look mighty fine
I wanna make you mine
I know it finally rhymes
but I don't really care!

Fire! Fire! Fire!

All cause you look mighty fine.

Mighty Fine

PA: "Aliens from galaxies near and far,
welcome to Earth's Visitor Center.
We have the fluffiest clouds
and some of the cowiest cows in the quadrant.
Please watch this brief orientation video
to help you enjoy your stay."

Welcome to our humble world.
We may not be the brightest but we're the most spiritual!
Yeah, we're cruisin' in the Goldilocks.
We wrote the book on dashing infants 'gainst rocks.

We've had not one World War but two.
Then we make scary movies about what you *might* do
even though we're the craziest
in a 100-parsec radius.

Genocide is not just a concept—
it's something we've practiced plenty of times.
If you come on vacation
you better be rich or Caucasian white.
(These are the kinds of alien we like.)

Aliens, keep your distance!
You know we don't like visitors
who don't speak English—now that's just odd—
cause we're the greatest planet like you would not believe!

Aliens, keep your distance.
You know we don't tolerate visitors
who love their math more than our God
who made this planet just for our needs!

Not yours, it's not yours,
it's ours, it's not yours.

That tiny top of the food chain—that's us.
Bet your tentacles taste good with soy sauce!
When it comes to a-shootin', we don't need a reason.
You should see what we did once to a pigeon.

Yeah, we're proud to be the shadiest.
Burned to a crisp the most scientists, (who needs them?)
sent to hell the most atheists,
deviants, non-conformists, activists.

When it comes to global pollution,
we've outdone ourselves.
We like to misunderstand evolution
as f*** everyone and everything else.
Yeah, f*** everyone in this Universe.

It's not yours, it's ours!

Aliens, keep your distance.
You know we don't take prisoners.
And when we do, we torture them
'cause we're the greatest planet
that's ever formed from dust.

Aliens better keep your distance.
No, thanks, we don't need your assistance.
You steal our jobs, we'll deport your ass.
We built this planet just for those who look like us!

Not yours, it's not yours.
It's ours, it's not yours.

Aliens, better keep that distance.
Oh, we know you don't celebrate Christmas
But don't worry, when we come to visit
we'll drop some books together with our bombs...

Aliens, Keep Your Distance!

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Open up dem window to the soul
Lose your mind till you lose control
I got them diggy-bom beats from a haul
so save that flavor for the rigma-role

Take the mashup to the place unseen
magazine load a mega-magazine
butter bass make it fat make it lean
now brace yourself for the microphone fiend

Open up dem!
Op-

Open up dem window to the soul
Lose your mind till you lose control
I got them diggy-bom beats from a haul
so save that flavor for the rigma-role

Take the mashup to the place unseen
magazine load a mega-magazine
butter bass make it fat make it lean
now shake a leg for the mic
for the microphone fiend

Open up dem!
Op-

I got the diggy-bom beats
diggy-bom-bom beats
beats

Roll the drums in a sweet ragga ball
change the rhythm 
change the game 
change your soul
Is that a badda-bing-bang in your flow?
Blows your mind drastically
if at all

Take the mashup to the place unheard of
Zing a zong zing a zong zinger word-a
Make them radicals scream bloody murder
Every particle vibratin' with the word up

Open up!

I got the diggy-bom

Open up dem window to the soul (open up)
Lose your mind till you lose control (open up)
I got them diggy-bom beats from a haul
so save that flavor for the rigma-role

Take the mashup to the place unseen
magazine load a mega-magazine
butter bass make it fat make it lean
brace yourself for the microph-
the microphone murder!

Open up dem!
(the mashup to the place unseen)
(magazine load the mega mega murder)
(butter bass butter bass)
Open up dem!
Op-
Open up!

Open Up Dem

Gom Jabbar is an unapologetic musical calamity from around the world.

http://gomjabbarmusic.com?utm_source=scp

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