Featuring Minnie Mental on guest vocals. 

Gimme More (Britney Spears cover)

I was a person of interest to the FBI
if it's acronym for something different 
a reference to Fears Boiling Inside. 
I had boasted once that I had at least nine lives
truth is I can't compete with
much less pretend to be that guy.
I'm lucky enough to live twice 
I doubt I'd get a third try. 
though I wouldn't be all that surprised...

bound to complicate the simplest 
of anything you might have in mind.
if its an acronym for Free But Imprisoned.
yeah, that describes
me, I'm just some laughing stock 
if you need to raise a dry smile. 
life is as serious as any joke
since dying is just the punchline.
	
like a spy infiltrating the complex
of a better pun and acronym.
the Flabbergastingly Backwards Intellect.
we'll get answers once we're in. 
I'd like to know the make and class 
of the vessel that we're in.
right down to the base pairs 
reverse engineered from stolen blue prints. 

	just like any mind 
	Frustrated Being Infinite. 
	less is often more 
	and more is just cacophony and dissonance.
	on that note thank you for tuning in to this
	espionage for an existential crisis


Who Only Lives Twice (a Variation On A James Bond Theme)

Only a flash or a glimpse of myself as a kid
and a version of me seems so far away
self aware in a sense when it's all past tense
when I look in the mirror I tend to see
just a boy, so afraid of the dark
and the monsters the light kept at bay
I'd call out and she came
to comfort me till I sleep singing
awwwwww, easy tiger mother loves you
awwwwww, easy tiger don't be scared
awwwwww, easy tiger mother loves you
awwwwww, easy tiger don't be scared.
 
A dream, or a flash, or a glimpse woken up by a pinch
from a life that I know I'm not meant to taste
get a job, get a grip, find a wife, have some kids
keep my thoughts from the clouds so others can relate
still a boy, still afraid of the dark
and the monsters the light keeps at bay
Don't grow up to be like them
since beasts can't feel the pain of men...

Easy Tiger.

dear god, you know it really kills me when I hear it that way
but I guess it makes sense when it's hand over fist
though you know that they'll be empty on the day they put you in a grave.
 
all but one sense left dead, it's really more of an itch in fact.
but i guess it's worth a mention that through all that we've endured
that a piece of us remained intact... in a sense,
though that's a bit of a stretch.
 
she was so present tense back then, you could feel the urgency
if it was love, beats me. since they tell you loves free, but if memory serves it was quite costly
it bloomed with the spring. I felt it spring forth in me
momentum held through until summer's ending
I guess that why they call it fall, because gravity calls
and any minute you're crash landing. and impact might sting.
 
this quantitative easing lacks quantitative reasoning
what else did you expect? I'm a reasonable man but
it's quantitative needing and quantitative pleasing l like best
but I was kind of on the fence. since each pence is worth less
deficit takes a sixth sense and I'm no meta human
just a relic of the past, overrun by tin hat wearing, hell bent, men
each one out of breath breath, fighting for the same cent.

The Search For More Money

I'll raise my glass to the last of these revolving disguises
I'd make a speech and they'd clap and when Its there in my grasp
I'd get to celebrate and bury the old times.
Don't over act, no sense putting on show, in fact don't trying to make a statement, just relax.
in fact disregard that statement, knowing you you'll just get anxious.
Don't base things on the past. Stop thinking that it's all a trap.

Remind me to be patient through these metamorphic phases
fly just below the radar, maintain an air of understatement
mindful of the world around, be present and engaged in
avoiding corners into which I'd rather not be painted
so start to shake, dancing like an earthquake. another way of walking off the pain.
sort of like a sprain, you're gonna limp just in another way
and not unlike a leg you ought to rest it for a couple days.

Windowpane 256

I'm really not a wistful guy.
I'd send them home and wish them well.
and I prefer to sleep alone at night.
I like to keep my dreams to myself.
but somewhere in the scheme of things
there stews and broods a yearning
it sickens like a hangover
we wake to every morning
relentless like a phantom limb
that's daring me to lean on it
I know I'll fall yet ponder while
I know it's only futile.

strange times, we'll know the way
with slow hands to guide me. 

I did away with feelings, I bartered them in trade 
what did I get to take their place? oh let me count the ways. 
I got a sense of being, some really nice things 
and gathered in a nice house I enjoy them with my privacy 
but all of these possessions seem so devoid of meaning
would I trade it for an instant with her, knowing it was fleeting? 

strange tides, we'll know the way
with slow hands to guide me. 

I'll wait for it, long for it, wish for it now.
I'll wait for it, long for it, wish for it now. 

strange times, we'll know the way 
with slow hands to guide me. 
strange tides, we'll know the way
with slow hands to guide me 
home.

Slow Hands

I think my sleeve's a good place for my heart
though surviving it's a fine art. I feel like that's the best part when
here in my chest it just pounds and beats the walls to get out 
and breathe and grow. 
I feel it rise in me today and I might just dare to say
what we've got could be great and burn a much brighter flame 
so just light the fuse and say hey, that's how you seize the day. when-
we've got that love to go around, 
we've got that heart when it counts 
we've got the soul to go with it. 

I think my heart's in its place on my sleeve 
after all if it's what I need.
shines bright like a sun of our make, held high it guides, but contained 
it goes unknown. 
I feel it rise in me again and I might dare to dream
a short supply could be great and burn a much brighter flame
so just raise a glass to say hey, you know we've got it made.
we've got that love to go around
we've got that heart when it counts 
we've got that soul to go with it.

Hyperreal

I said it was fine, perhaps it was, 
maybe it's just par for these times
but I'm primed for a sight for sore eyes.
and it felt real enough when it pried me from my sleep.
inside it drowns always, always straining against
but beyond knows no bounds confining.
I was bleeding each time I stopped to check
reeling from fever-esque madness. 
it seems the answer's up for grabs
and it's anybody’s best guess
real enough though still it's tough
when the Higgs boson is just a has been
all we needed was proof to stop paying attention.
 
I think the time is right for a mass emigration.
trans-emphatic, trans-automatic, trans-weigh-station. 
but if this is the last stop then where do the tracks lead?
brace yourself for a real reaction if the miming's done
then who's interpreting? and if eyes are't on me...
what's distracting the police?
brace yourself for fractured manners at table's where evolution's backtracking.
if we forget altogether, how can we come clean? 
 
it seems the answer's up for grabs
and it's anybody's best guess
real enough though still it's tough
when the Higgs boson is just a has been
all we needed was proof to stop paying attention.

 closets and 
the skeletons within,
mistakes of omission,
as those commission,
the weight of the burdens
we somehow live with,
the scars of my sins,
and damage to my liver-
preventing me from crossing the river. 

it seems the answer's up for grabs
and it's anybody’s best guess
real enough though still it's tough
when the Higgs boson is just a has been
all we needed was proof to stop paying attention.

Twelve Bar Bruise

"This Guy" 
Yeah, I'm a team all unto myself
It's right there in the title. 
It's a dream, when I put it lightly. a delusion
that has  kept our status idle. 

and if control was all it took.
wouldn't it be diamonds.
yeah, I'm sure 
the face I made was rather priceless. 

precious last remaining shred, protect it with your life 
even if it comes down to us dying
and I agree, though disconnected I am
how self aware can one insane man be? 
still incomplete, I don't know what it needs 
but while the years still pass the expectation rises. 
always keeping lookout for the dropping of a foot 
because the echo of the heel has perfect timing.

and if control was all it took. 
wouldn't it be diamonds. 
although I'm sure
the face I made was rather priceless.

This Guy…

this is a remix I did years ago of a song I couldn't stand.

We Don't Care A Lot More Than You Don't Care

This Hand May Heal. 
climb the trees, I have to see, the view was so compelling
and the horizon was a siren calling me 
to the place where the sky and clouds met
suspended in the divide, tempted.  
a captains log we state in a past tense 
since we've all already failed to cheat death.

It leaves, meaning no leafs. 
and in the wake of winter the branches emptied,
and autumns harvest won't hold us till spring.  

Combing the ward, wisps of wind through the halls
like textiles running their own factories.
Droning alongside the rattling beds, 
cough while bearing the caste systems made of machines.
 
I was certain I was safe, from pain and likewise injury.
but my best intentions got away from me.                 

something urgent.  on his face 
as the doctor speaks-
‘I can only stitch you up.’ 
healing on the other hand     
was entirely up to me.

transcend the giant that was living here. 
Be less. Be small enough to look up and see.

I'd cleansed the mind of the darker thoughts but it left a door ajar
i'd placed my bets on a killing block and the downstroke was a blur 
Left a mess when spineless ways made standing up a chore
calloused hands from the crutches that convey when legs fell short

-careful with blades near your fingers 
careful with blades, you'll need these-
finger-tips to write our name in the sands of time and leave. 
just a mobeus or an hourglass like the tangled web we weave. 
going off like a bullet, through, 
but the exits never clean
and at the gates turn pockets out, 
and you won't have a thing to show for it. 

I was certain I was safe, immune to my mortality.
But the sands of time have a certain way
of wearing down a young mans feet.

This Hand Might Heal

About the stream pt2. Swim the stream (Nature) 

Light seemed to whisper softly creeping through the house in morning
calms before the storm that brings the high tides and the ever cresting waves.
No time, no recourse, no accommodations, just deficient space. 
And at the center where the nucleus goes super nova, 
energy exhausted as it reached its stated expiration date.
Collapses to black hole, couldn't tote the note of it's atomic weight.

I had a feeling in me, deep inside sort of like some 
subcutaneous itch that finally reached the surface. 
perhaps a post hypnotic response put there prior to my birth
we'd lived in pain as though the bone was always broken 
yet somehow passing half a lifetime never noticed never even half aware
yet I woke up that day knowing it was my time to return.
 
I could sense a presence standing somewhere just behind, 
a finger on the shoulder that wants for my attention. 
A foreign taste beyond a mundane, barely an existence. 
So many sentiments in wash like waves of water color, drenching my whole body. 
Unlike like the nausea of common colds-
a sickness of the heart needs pills unfit for ingestion,
and the fever of alcohol like white cells to infection.

I had a feeling in me, deep inside sort of like some 
subcutaneous itch that finally reached the surface. 
perhaps a post hypnotic response put there prior to my birth
we'd lived in pain as though the bone was always broken 
yet somehow passing half a lifetime never noticed never even half aware
yet I woke up that day knowing it was my time to return.


Tie it down, it wants to grow, we must contain the overzealous tendencies. 
Can you believe the nerve, the gall, lack of propriety?
Where's its manners. blame whoever raised the beast.  
It's putting branches in the sky, it wants its space,
it wants its own identity, it blocks our sun, our tan fades consequently.
It puts it's head up in the clouds and and nurtures it's neurosis, 
growing down through cracks in the foundation,
fuck it. raze the building.

it's too much effort to avoid the common coldness that I see
-I'm catching it, I'm catching it, I'm catching, i'm catching it.- 
fostering a colony I'm causing a mutation 
-I've formed a new strain, I've formed a new strain-
once I find it's got a value on the open market.
-I'm cashing in, I'm cashing in, I'm cashing in, I'm cashing in -
it doesn't so much spread as ensnare in it's net 
-symbolic and in testament of things for preservation. . 

When I awoke to a humming sound of the insects
in a vast and skyward morning place, where I was the intrusion.
Still always caught up in the biases of men, reforming, 
though a single train of thought can foster revolution.
We've got the over flowing cup,  
can't waste a drop, keep pouring.
It’s quite a plan although it magnifies de-resolution.
We've got the blue prints flush with bastions of the rush.
This monolith stands as testament of our devolution.

Frustrated Being Infinite.

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