dicks on a rollercoaster on a rainbow in space. Christmas, Season of giving; Christ birth.

ILL - Be - PHor - CHRISS - Mas

Where - The - Delta - Meets - The - Estuary

This song is about all the idiots I can currently think of, and it is an attempt to insult them without their puny fucking stupid minds ever realizing it, because their fucking brains don't think about ANYTHING. FLUFFYPANTS.

Green Bikes

I live in a drum because the rent's cheap.

Shiny pigeons sit on the drum skin ceiling                      
They dance with their heads like a man who's dealing            
And their legs clink together like wooden knitting needles      
Like wishbones, glasses of beer and large beetles [GO UP]      
If I believe hard enough in my own disappearence                
Can I enduce an intense state of pain relief?                   
I have to form a goal before I can even want it                 
I wish I could forget my superstitions at will                 
When the pigeons crawl like insects on my skin                  

It's pleasant or potent depending on the storey
A giant snare runs above the former rock quarry
It was designed to be like living in a drum
And every thing on top makes a resonating hum [GO UP]
The roof sweats rain but it lets the light in
And the vibrating coils make the office chairs spin
The siding is shedding but it wicks away the rain
The pigeons collect like condensation, worthless as material things
And motionless like fruitbats without wings

My labrador worries that I'll lose my job
Because he doesn't know which pet stores to rob
If I had a career my dad would call me "dude"
My spouse would have an old name and a snowman's mood (slowly melting)
It's not just my religion that I would be putting to waste
Everyone lives in drum machines these days
My dog has started chasing pigeons down for job interviews
This job app is asking me what smartphone I use
And the pigeons bob their heads on the tight, tight skin

I gotta stop worrying if I'm being truly thrifty
What *if my legs don't work anymore when I'm sixty
I just don't make enough money to spend it
 But how can I save my time if I can't defend it?
You lose just as much integrity doing everything yourself
As when everything that you desire is rotting on a shelf
When I'm having fun I feel like I'm wasting my fucking life
 The rhythms of a hundred birds are grinding like a steak knife
I crank the stereo and watch them go

Drumhouse

A failed experiment.  I have to post it to make sure it's bad.

Fake Night

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Democracy Of Objects

This song is about the Human Condition (the book).

Everybody Has a Ghost

My Kidney, His God

Camera
I can't keep my voice still
Camera
I can't use my brain 'til
The interviewer cuts me off
And whoever is paying the cost
Cuts my words up and cuts my qualifiers off

Camera
I can't keep my voice still
Camera
You ask me how I feel (constantly)
You're not interested in the truth
You just want to observe the hubris of youth
To pass your four free hours before work tomorrow

I posted it yesterday
It didn't get any views
And drowned in the tide of memes
So everything stays the way it is, but it grows more intense

Camera
You want my reactions
Camera
With what fucking repercussions?
When you aggregate everyone's opinion
You add extra inertia to progress
Normality forecasts society's values
And reactionaries start to protest

And we're afraid that any abnormal opinion is wrong
And you get paid when any abnormal opinion is right

Camera (demo)

Sad to change the working title, "Naked Salesman with an Evil Snake for a Dick."  Couldn't extrapolate it.

Permission To Feel Freely (demo)

Astronaut

The sun is sitting down on top
of a white hand which is telling me to stop
I am bored with the dilated highways
that pump white fat thru our city's veins

Are you bored too?  That's excellent
I wonder where all the time went

We see ourselves as pieces of meat
because we have to plan our emotional needs
But human desire is molded by culture
Individuals only shun ceremony

Have you read Zeno?  It's obvious.
What's not is which Zeno you have read

Take some of these Antisthemines with a full glass of Diogenes

Your best friend said that you and I should meet each other

People have sex with drugs
People pick fights with memes
People go dance with a rooftop
When they want to ignore their dreams

Your best friend said that you and I should meet each other

Meet Each Other (1st Demo)

C
I did cocaine in North Deering
F
In a hot-tub in North Deering
Am
I did cocaine on the ceiling
F        G    Am       Em          C
I did cocaine on some guy's couch

That shit was weak, wasn't cost-effective, 
doesn't last as long as Adderall, I suspect
it's illegal cause it don't increase productivity
Good thing my boss knows just what to put into me

I did cocaine in North Deering
In a hot-tub in North Deering
I did cocaine on the ceiling
I did cocaine on some body's couch

I certainly won't be buying any myself,
Not just 'cause it wouldn't sit long on the shelf
It's just more cost effective to get some legal
Amphetamines which tastes better to snort anyway

I did cocaine in North Deering
In a hot-tub in North Deering
I did cocaine on the ceiling
I did cocaine on some guy's couch

We all know rich people are high all the time
If they can afford it, then they deserve it.
Not like those starving kids who lose their food stamps
If their mom smokes weed, just a little bit.

I did cocaine in North Deering
In a hot-tub in North Deering
I did cocaine on the ceiling
I did cocaine on some guy's bed

Visiting nice neighborhoods is fun,
I bet they work hard and get a lot of stuff done

I Did Cocaine in North Deering (Demo)

I'm sorry that you can't see tit for tat
I'm sorry that you see both sides equally
I hear you invoking logic, but you have no metaphysic,
So I can't help you see it
(it's too intimate)
You glued a m icroscope to your eyes

I can't teach cuneform to a parakeet
I can't teach lemmings to cross the fucking street
I can't explain how feelings work to someone who thinks that feelings don't exist
And who feels that thinking is a test
A mind-body dualist 
You've glued the binoculars to your eyes
Power blind
Power blind
You have glued the binoculars to your eyes

I'm sorry that you can't see tit for tat
I'm sorry that you see both sides equally
Cause you're saddened and angered by the thought
That the world is bigger than the plot beyond your fence
You say I'm jealous of the rich?
I think you're projecting

You can hide from your own mind,
But you can't hide from mine,
You think you keep your emotions locked so tighly inside
Punching at the inner wall of your skin with muscles taut and twitching

Power blind
Power blind
You don't freely desire anything,
Power blind
Power blind
Your privelege is turning you back into a child

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