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Army of Children
04:01
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Army of Children
My son made me a painting of a red beach
And the ocean glowed
And an army of children
Arose under the dome
To fight for the animals
We're all animals
With money and military tech
Eating each other
Artifice or no
My son made me a painting of a red beach and the ocean glowed
An Army of Children
In our infinite wisdom
An Army of Children
With no love, no love, no love
No true love under the capitol
No true love
Love
Raising an army of children
Future treasure island
Painting over paintings with secret desires
Overthrowing the order of everyday life
At play in the fields of the Lord through the night
Playing with drones
Playing with fire
Making games of the language
Of secret desires
There can be no true love under the capitol
There can be no true love under capitalism
Another religion
An army of children
With no love, no love, no love
No true love under the capitol
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A Different Kind of Love
04:04
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A Different Kind of Love
I can feel it beckoning
A different kind of love
A complex force that summons me
A different kind of love
In the night it comes to me
A different kind of love
And in the morning it's still there
A different kind of love
To each his own
My heart is yours for now
The web of time will catch us all
In tachyons and electrical fires
Why are people cruel?
You'll find out soon enough
Falling through skylights
Stars shoot out of her eyes
I am a prisoner of dreams
She has when she's awake
Just hold your tongue and wait
You'll need it soon enough
To know the sacred space
We're all emerging from
The chrysalis of hate
Will turn from green to black
And flowers will await
Our hunger and our lust
I suckle nectar there
My touch clumsy and rough
And then I fall asleep
In a world that's just and fair
It's never good enough
Best not to think you know
The spinning wheel you are
The seconds that it takes
Refracted in the compound eye
The glassine butterfly
Crafted at a table
By hands that hurt and heal
The splendor overwhelming
We gather for the meal
Partake of what's been offered
Then offer up what you can spare
Or take some of the burden
If it's one that you can bear
From an open window
We listen for the doves
Nothing new under the sun
A different kind of love
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Titus
04:34
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Titus
Titus stands alone against the church against the throne
Against the state against the clinic
Against the academy and the market
Against the individual and the family
The circus and the sideshow
The intelligence community, the judiciary, and the press
Titus is misunderstood can't make himself clear is a bumbling mess
Masquerading as Lear
Absent the mind to lose
Plus unspeakable power
Leveraged against itself
Like a debt we know will never be paid
Like fire breathing horses trampling the town
Devouring whole cities turning people into clowns
The world is melting and no one noticed
It's forty degrees indoors
The cinema's a wasteland of apocalypses yet to come
i hear you calling for me Titus
I hear you howling for the dawn
You harbinger of the end of all
You unwitting
You undoer
God Emperor Pawn
of the Potlatch of Time
You froth to pull the chariot
Your saliva corrupts the chalice
Having sabotaged the wheat stocks
We are coming for your children
Teach them nothing is real
Without a leg to stand on
Dollars dictate television
Just like you on their devices
Only faster, only better
You must know our only last hope
To teach them value
To teach them meaning
And to learn, Titus, to change
But you're broke and don't vote so it's a big joke, good Lord, Titus,
Victor and Victim
Your pilgrimage to Helsinki
Before your Lord and Savior
Neither lion nor lamb nor serpent nor fish fowl insect reptile
What animal but human could court such madness from the gods?
O Titus
Hear my appeal
In spite of you
I will love again
O Titus
You only work for Satan
You're just a cruel joke
Waiting for rock and roll to extinguish the last of your kind
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Sheep's Clothing
05:19
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Sheep's Clothing
The ground beneath me simply floating away
As I fall into your inky embrace...
Like a wolf in sheep's clothing
No-one knows where this is going
The pogrom comes and the conformists
Line up to eat the nonconforming
In ghettoes full of swine with billy clubs
I'll tell you one thing
You can be the judge
Over my dead body
Skin bag of chalky bones
Over vapor and water
Skipping every other sucking stone
Sinks to the bottom
Dreaming of a horrible death
Blinded by stars
When clouds blacken the moon
I am falling weightless to the embers of Earth
Holding the tether unwinding from my guts
The carabiner flapping unattached
I'm like a wolf in sheep's clothing
Shed this conventional skin
Let my teeth show my eyes glowing
i was born in this spacesuit
Slowly floating away
Follow quarry from a distance
Patiently wait...
(The ground beneath me simply floating away
As I fall into your inky embrace)
...to splash in the blood
To swim and to suck
To crawl inside another creature
and come out the other side
Once again
On the sand
Outer space
The wolf in the suit and tie
Under the black umbrella
My shoulders long to expose the night
I'm exploding
Outside myself
I'm a nova
A Giant Pink Moth
Translating signal code
I am data raw electrical
Electrochemical
I am a perfume cloud
A naked emperor
I AM WOLF
Crying for my mother the moon
Sister I'm so sorry i abandoned you
7 suns for 7 universes
I see diamonds in that dream I worship
Of the worst death
I can and do imagine
When you close your eyes
What floats before your vision?
The ground beneath me simply floating away
As I fall into your inky embrace
The ground beneath me simply floating away
As I fall
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Blue Motorcycle
05:23
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Blue Motorcycle
Simple William Something's
Blue Motorcycle
Diamond shaped collapsible
Digitized smeared pixel freeze
Deep Blue Motorcycle
Like broken clockworks
Into my vision
A twilight nocturne
Blue Motorcycle
Covers ground without a sound
His name is William Something
He will never see it coming
Simple William Something's
Blue Motorcycle
Street haze
Hit asphalt
Skin me
Blue Motorcycle
Black Top the Butcher
A box of notebooks filled with definitions
A mirror that distorts the features
A flame in the palm of his hand
In the palms of his hands
Blue Motorcycle
Fits in a backpack
Lingers near the exit
Pummeling a cigarette
Fists balled up like knots of stiff wire
His face hard around the edges
Surrounded
His escape
We all live in the clutches, but you, you're the Fat Man
3D Print
Blue Motorcycle
Story ghost
Stares into the prism's trance
Kaleidoscopes enchant the man who's seen it all twice and survived, knowing no-one wants to hear about it
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Imperial Staircase
02:52
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Imperial Staircase
Double helix fire escape
Twin traps of time and space
Imperial Staircase
Rope ladder to nowhere
A voice in the darkness
A light that once shown there
With infinite patience
Rebuild the transmitter
Imperial Staircase
My name David Grammar
It's crimson, it's cardinal,
Red in green lantana
It merged with my spinal cord
A purple vine up the brain stem
And it felt like we were speaking
And then I stopped to listen in
Holding onto the railing
I could see the antenna
I kept moving forward
Must relay the message
I've intercepted
Now it's decoding me
Gelatinous yellow sickness
My name is Davey Grammar
And I am a witness
To atrocities committed by the United States government
The murder of innocent
Women and children
Hungry ghost war machines
Zero sum economies
I don't know what to believe
Mostly not anything
Through lattice work lightning I can see
The Imperial Staircase
waiting to envelop me
Take me up in your wrought iron arms
Double helix spinal braid
Imperial staircase
Two sides of the same face
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Thoughtcrime
05:14
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Thoughtcrime
This world
Snares, misapprehension
A world erected for their pleasure
Execute the program Nasty Weather
In the field, these techniques seem to work better
Stare at the clock
Don't give it a thought
Feeling lighter than a feather
The world is everything other
The world is everything else
What we do to each other
What we do to ourselves
A light that flickers and winces
A door that buzzes and clicks
An outdated operating system
And your whole sector's sick
We find in talking with the enemy
They know they're going to die
They kill to survive the indignity
Which is to say, hey
We all kill for the money
Stare into the pupil of the all seeing eye
When you're looking at your cell phone
When you look up at the sky
The world is everything other
The world is everything else
What we do to each other
We do to ourselves
We cultivate paranoia
So as to muddy the waters a bit
Get outplayed at your own game in your own arcade
Might as well pack up your shit and call it a day
Go back to Foggy Bottom
Stare into the light of the retinal scan
What you whisper in your sleep
The world's most powerful man
Is terrified of what you're thinking
I am terrified of what I am thinking
The way I look at you is a thoughtcrime
A painting of Abraham Lincoln
I am terrified
Of what I am thinking
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Matthew H. Welch Baltimore, Maryland
Songmaker, Singer, Guitar Player, Producer for SIGINT. Formerly of the Aviary and Pedge. Poetic Rock and Roll From A Future.
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