prompt was "bad examples"

the last time i saw you casting spells in the school parking lot
37 days before you left for that space station
trading smoke between our hands like mother birds and chewed up worms
touched my cheek and said to me girl curb your expectation

i'm not one of the good ones

now you're gone and winter's come and i am comfortably numb
trying to remember where you said that lucky star was
learned to smoke no-handed while commuting in chicago snow
guess that's probably it for me i'll see you in the next one

i'm not one of the good ones

one of the good ones

FLATLINE

°lyrics°

I'm not a test
I'm a confirmation
a conversation at best
I'm an expectation 
I'm all the rules that don't apply to you
I thought I was your enemy
but I can see now that's not true

and I can feel the edges of an outline
an indifferent design that's not for me to know
I'm only real when you step into the room
and it's over too soon
yeah it's over soon

up there you're no one 
here you take control
the camera floats gently through the mist and brickwork
way down in the hole
I got a look at the numbers 
and I wish you all good health
there was never gonna be a winning combination 
with the hand I have been dealt 
and I can feel

the ordinary world

A very old song, not about hotels.

You look good in a rosary.
I know it makes you feel invincible.
You were always a son of a bitch to me.
That's why I don't call you that much anymore.
I have been looking for 20-odd years.
Still haven't found this love you brought me for.
I got a feeling I'll be missing you, my Lord.

I keep your crosses and your book 
safe inside my drawer.
But your beauty doesn't hit me 
anymore.

I used to believe in things that brought me so much joy and fear.
Well, was I right then or am I right now?
All of this failure leads me to believe that I'm not right right now.
I made tea but the steam just rises
and rises
and rises.
I want to love you like you said you'd love me.
I want to fear you like you feared you'd become me.

What I find will make me feel
something.
And your mysteries will be revealed
to me.

I got a feeling I'll be missing you, my Lord.

My Lord

Prompt: hotel

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It's finally time
Emerge from my cocoon
To look around outside
Unsteady steps
Echo through the halls
In eerie emptiness

Silence in a place as vast as this...

You can dive right in, the water's fine
Paradox suite – infinite sunshine

So why did everybody check out early?
Or never check in at all?
A blank page in the guest book
Did no one answer the call?
Spill the sand from the hourglass
And when you count up the grains
Still be left with these discrepancies
That you can't explain

Did we dodge the killer without ever knowing he was there?
Or is he lurking around some corner and we'll be so unprepared?

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Is this what we
Is this what we become?
Exoplanets

Is this what we
Is this what we become?
Exoplanets

Why did everybody check out early?
Or never check in at all?

Is this what we
Is this what we become?
Exoplanets
Exoplanets

Is this what we
Is this what we become?
Exoplanets

Great Filter / Exoplanets

This is a fantasy song; only the first and last lines are true.

It wouldn't be fair to say it's all your fault.
But I will say it once again.
You're mad cuz I didn't love you.
I'm mad cuz you tried to set my hotel room on fire.
I guess we're even now.
I haven't looked at your picture in a while
sober.

I could sing you a sad, sad song,
But no one would believe it.
We're a story you're the only one reading.
Stop reading.
You say you're glad it happened.
I say nothing ever happened at all.
I respect your opinion, though.
I loved you more than God loved Jesus.
But he did kill him.

Two guns are better than one
Unless you don't know how to use em.
This race is better off won
By the one wants to lose it.
You call me a fucking asshole.
I call you a horse on the track with no legs.
Nobody's winning here.
Rehab looks better on you.
But not that good.
I too have found myself
at the end of my rope.
I called you a taker. I am sorry, that was wrong.
You were a giver. You're an endless, selfless giver
of disappointment.

Corrupted File

°lyrics°

On the car ride over 
no one said a word and that’s okay 
we checked in and I swapped rooms with Kate
pooled together one-word responses, rum and lemonade
killing off the plans we entertained

they’re flickering out
irrelevant now
one hit and they’re down   

at the Tulsa show
fucked up the hits to ‘wiretap me’ one last time
the rhythm escaped me but the line
in the second verse put notes to thoughts I can’t define
I wasn’t the only one , the only one who’s

 filtering out  
unwanted sounds 
you were always louder 
cancelling out 
indifferent crowds
now we’re strike-out looking bastards

Checked Out

Came up through maidenhair and stumps of old oaks
and flaming orange and red,
with the loggers pulling cord.
Came to the base of the refrigerated wood,
a little band of spruce
blazed to be cut.

We climbed the talus to a palace of quartz
An anticlinorium geological fort
What kind of mountain gets so turned around?
Do you think that we'll ever make it down?

A rare forest with a vulture overhead
Alicia Daniel said:
'this is precious. let it stand.'
By love, by god, by chance,
this backward wood remains
by the skin of its leaves.

Business is business, and I understand
the company has got to move wood.
Sometimes the data doesn't come on time,
but story and data can rhyme.

Bristol Cliffs '99

Prompt: "A song about a clown who does not want to be a clown."

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A two-door sedan zigs and zags down the freeway
Packed to the brim
Outside a bright yellow smile with headlight eyes
Inside, just a tangle of limbs
Screeches up to the curb and says,
"Get in."

Drops me off at my dressing room where I
Paint a tear down my cheek
Grab my popcorn, check my ticket stub and
Find my way to my seat
At the dunk tank
In the center of the ring

Whose circus is this?
Whose monkeys are these?
Who's driving
Who's driving the clown car?
Is it me?

Start off with some pantomime where I'm
Trapped in a prison of my own creation
Dazzle them by reaching into my sleeve and pulling out and endless tapestry
Of pain and desolation
Yes I'm ringmaster
Of my own humiliation

My two big shoes walk through streets paved with regrets,
Peanut shells, and cigarettes
Gather round now for my final act,
Juggling the fragile remains of my self-respect
And tonight could be the night
But I haven't dropped them yet

"Everyone just wants to be seen," I say,
Donning my bright red nose
"Teamwork makes the dream work," I quip,
From my unicycle perch as I'm pelted with tomatoes

Whose circus is this?
Whose monkeys are these?
Who's driving
Who's driving the clown car?
Is it me?

All I wanted
All I wanted to do
All I wanted
All I wanted to do
All I wanted
All I wanted to do
Was entertain you

Who's Driving The Clown Car?

A MIX INSPIRED BY THE SOUNDS I'D IMAGINE A HACKER WOULD LISTEN TO WHILE CARRYING OUT A DDOS ATTACK OR SOME SHIT IDEK LMAOOO

ORIGINALLY DEBUTED 6-26-20 @ EVO2K (https://evo2k.club/) 

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