I climbed up on a stool 
Around my neck the rope wrapping 
I pushed the stool away for it was weight bearing 

I woke up in my drool 
On the couch I’d been napping 
Football on the TV was blaring 

Someone knocking, Who is it?  
When I arose all my snacking 
Flew off me in a cloud of junk food

It was my girlfriend come to visit 
But I sent that girl packing 
On Suicide Sunday, I prefer solitude  

Suicide Sunday 
I think it’s common among us 
Its not my own personal quirk 

For the next day is Monday 
And if the noose hasn’t hung us 
We have to get dressed and go back to work 

My girlfriend was furious 
She felt rejected apropos 
She assumed she had an open invitation 

When She calmed down, she was curious 
So I quoted Henry D Thoreau 
“most men live lives of quiet desperation” 

In our cubicles we all cloister 
And To our bosses deferential 
As we suckle on the corporate teat 

The world used to be my oyster 
I used to have so much potential 
And on Suicide Sunday, I must admit my defeat 

Suicide Sunday 
I think it’s common among us 
Its not my own personal quirk 

For the next day is Monday 
And if the noose hasn’t hung us 
We have to get dressed and go back to work 


Why do so many men seem to secretly hate their employment?  
xxIt pays them and feeds them like a hamster fed for running his wheel 
It pays us and feeds us and yet we spend so much energy griping 
Our ancestors broke their backs in the hot sun with not a moment’s enjoyment 
And I’m bitching about sitting in a comfortable chair, in an air conditioned cubicle typing?

The girlfriend is my wife now 
Another company has employed me 
As they say what’s not broke you don’t fix 

I’m content with my life now 
But on Sundays please avoid me 
Cause You can’t teach an old dog new tricks 

I drink a six pack and a bag of chips 
I dream that no one’s gonna save me 
As A rope around my neck’s tightly noosed 

Its on Sundays that I come to grips 
I didn’t use what god gave me 
On Suicide Sundays, my pigeons come to roost

Suicide Sunday 
I think it’s common among us 
Its not my own personal quirk 

For the next day is Monday 
And if the noose hasn’t hung us 
We have to get dressed and go back to work

It's Suicide Sunday!

I write story songs.   Many of the stories are true.

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Sinfonie di Salvezza: 
La Missione di Suor Attila in un breve riassunto.
(English version below)

Rispondendo alla Chiamata manifestatasi tramite 
un Call Center, colpita da profonda emozione, Suor Attila decise di dedicare la Sua vita alla correzione dei bisognosi, fondando così il Pio Istituto delle Piccole Ancelle Ausiliatrici dell’Apocalisse.

Fermamente convinta che le anime perdute e le menti tormentate possano essere redente attraverso una sinergia di preghiera e legnate sulle gengive, la Salvifica Madre professa il ritorno a più efficaci e risolutivi riti di salvazione, generalmente promossi attraverso ecumeniche ronde di correzionatori.

Ma la vera Opera di Suor Attila si manifesta nella Sua musica. 
Un tripudio di banalità e insensatezze -modellate in un’epifania di straordinaria bruttezza- produce nell'ascoltatore una sensazione di confusione e fastidio che dà vita a un’esperienza di ascolto assolutamente unica. 

Non sorprende, quindi, che la Pia Religiosa abbia ricevuto numerosi riconoscimenti per il Suo contributo unico a un'Arte che sfida ogni forma di decoro.

Si esorta dunque all'ascolto dell’Opera di Suor Attila; un'esperienza che nessuno può permettersi di ignorare. (Ritorsioni in caso di inadempienza)

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Symphonies of Salvation:
Sister Attila's Mission in a Brief Summary.

Responding to the Call that manifested through a Heavenly Call Center, deeply moved, Sister Attila decided to dedicate her life to correcting the needy, thus founding the Pious Institute of the Little Handmaidens of the Apocalypse. 

But the true vocation of Sister Attila is revealed in her music. 
A triumph of banality and senselessness—shaped into an epiphany of extraordinary ugliness—produces in the listener a sensation of confusion and annoyance that gives rise to an absolutely unique listening experience.  

Thus, you are urged to carefully listen to Sister Attila's work; an experience that no one can afford to ignore. (Retaliation in case of non-compliance.)

Pantoclast is a music project by Marco Maccioni, an italian born musician based in Berlin with indie alternative and electro backgrounds focusing on Noise-drones,Shoegaze, Ethnic World , Kraut music and  Dub Techno trying to follow and develope a formula between Lavosier´s Conservation of mass  and the interaction-attraction-repulsion of  Matter and Sounds-Music.
Pantoclast is a name taken from a mental disease disturb  that joins the greek words Panto-all, and Clastia-destroy : "Morbid impulse to break any object you can find in the surrounding environment; may occur in the states of schizophrenic manic excitement or histerism".

It's Suicide Sunday!

TurtleFrogMan