The Price Of Oil Don't believe everything you perceive Until you know you've perceived everything The universe has a balance sheet This is strictly off the books The devil's in the details Off the books Everybody thinks if it were up to me We'd organize this thing differently The ideas that have been implanted in us Don't seem to comport with this reality I thought I had a firm grasp on absurdity Now I feel like a man on a train approaching a blown out bridge Over a fiery ocean full of DARPA sharks Oil slicks on fire children screaming The Kardashians on YouTube in North Korea What happens when the price of oil goes up? What happens when the price of oil goes up? God forbid There's never going to be enough For the economics of a global kleptocracy Hell bent on extracting everything It's the only thing that really makes money It's the only thing we can't live without We sold everything in the bando for one last hit Now all we've got are these credit cards which are useless This culture is bankrupt Don't believe everything you perceive Until you know you've perceived everything Eaten the fruit of the forbidden tree Fallen from grace gracelessly The universe has a balance sheet This is strictly off the books

Torch Song The list of hits is endless At 19 he ran into the spectrum The list of hits is infinite It’s as if we needed healing or reminding The tangential vectors Of Suffering She might compensate But what’s a love song in late stage But inducement to work for jewels to trade and youth to buy and power to sell Youth to sell and cash for life And frustrations to be dissatisfied through sublimation and product placement Pornography puts something in between us too Not to be a prude about it But I just wanted to talk to you Jailhouse origins of the term punk When it comes to torch songs I want to work that field Every seed distinct and unique as fingerprints on snowflakes Engineering DNA tonight we dance by the firelight It’s all make believe It’s all real life They’re all torch Songs I am out here all alone trying to get through the night Stay Alive On this ball of fire No need to keep it hidden Obsession comes unbidden Compelling me to serenade the muse that would deny me Torch Songs In an alley called Berlin You went out to score And never came back again Tonight I saw you in a movie and I cried Hoped it was easier for you I looked for you for so long I lost myself In every life a love beyond parallel Will drive you mad or make you give up in the face of your humiliating politics And trap geography You think the map is the territory when It’s all make believe It’s all real life They’re all torch Songs Im out here alone trying to get past the right Stay Alive On the wrong side of the red line Flags at half staff in the twilight I’ll take my own Torch Songs thank you You can burn down your blessed nation Dismantle its institutions Pull every folk song off YouTube Fascism loses to electric guitars even as it abuses drug songs and booty calls repurposed as propaganda A good love song is still a lottery ticket Sometimes the strangest or the straightest get it She had a big hit with Goth Christmas I make Baltimore Club with guitars Agitprop with drum machines I make bootleg DVDs and black velvet paintings I make Torch Songs with my friends I make time and energy Channel love into sexual creativity Marvin Gaye out the headphones through your day Leave a Torch Song for your boss A dear John letter to your congressman the trillionaire Your ex boyfriend in the wife beater Your internet stalker With his off kilter beats Twitter troll in chief espousing his supremacy Posting weird torch Songs about you to Reddit forums Refuting your claims with accusations Weird little references in his blog I’m too young or too old to catch All that jazz Out with friends hiding from incels Dancing to torch Songs That want to be folk songs that want to be pop songs that want to be art songs that want to make money It’s all make believe It’s all real life They’re all torch Songs Only so many ways you can spend your nights Stay Alive Rub some sunshine on your face Rappers make their own reality I’ve cast myself as the Tramp in stylish working class street clothes Fighting tooth and nail to get naked And sing torch Songs in downtown Baltimore for all the anonymous gunmen to see Lone wolves with mental health and AR15s Hey guys look at me I know it’s all my fault Sign here now will you dad? Join the promise keepers It’s all make believe It’s all real life They’re all torch Songs We’re all alone trying to raise them right Keep them alive Disconnect device Come on and make believe with me It can’t happen to us Not on my lawn whataboutism Justice blindly offers a money back guarantee Just so we know there’s not a machine gun up there somewhere with an ax to overthrow That we aren’t all candidates That love can’t make us immune Money can’t take the bullets out of you Reanimate your skull to sing torch Songs and field hollers Put on zip ties to protect the police from you Knowing full well liberals and bleeding hearts did this shit to you Donating blood under a false flag Being a decent human being with opinions uninterrupted by advertisements For family boot camps targeting the leftist Who looks out for all children and old people however fucking obnoxious The definition of a man so many fail to meet in their pursuit of the forbidden object of torch Songs who is always their doting mother Love is what you got from her Or not I’m guessing and I’m so sorry No nazis at my show Feel free to cage and bomb children on your own time Harass women and blacks and Muslims and Jews anybody with brown skin or different genitalia and customs I recommend you sit back and watch your portfolio That is a torch song about to turn twist and shout I want to write Torch Songs about tax fraud and wealth distribution but as much as I’d like to make my pitch I’m over here catching it in the ear from some pasty cryonaut named Adelson saving me from tyranny with a butt plug Adele in the background My mouth gagged in the trunk at valet parking Get me in front of a Trump era judge and I’ll sing like a bird It’s all make believe It’s all real life Rape murder You’re ruining the world with your dick pics How do you guys survive? Your powder kegs? Creepos Your money and guns and media conglomerates There is no such thing as radio Says the FCC Motown is on Bandcamp Limbaugh levitates like a Harkonnen Torturing logic and music Trappy trashy torch Songs with shakers and bleeps Bilking college kids for milk money They’re training for the corporate olympics for planned obsolescence Dance like a robot again for me sweetheart You calculate the interest Daddy’s gotta run into the food bank I left my wallet in the voting booth I’m rolling coal into bankruptcy court I should go back to writing dance songs These novelty hits are getting old Topical work dates itself Sorta like you Joe Loling all meta and satiated by flowers Trying to get back to the standard format and write better Torch Songs because it helps regulate my mood disorder Motivated by fear of debtors prison I claim my place with the outliers on the spectrum The experiments Welcome everybody home like the end of the Deer Hunter It’s all make believe It’s all real life We are all subjects They can round us up any time they like And make us dance on the firing range while they giggle and mock Not having read Crowds and Power, who can really blame them? No we pine for the tough guy who says dumb shit and means it He blows dough on the kid What do you want from me? We all gotta find our place in the world sunshine Life is not an obscure song that you heard once and have been searching For ever since I guess unless it is I’m so sorry Just remind yourself It’s all make believe It’s all real life Come in alone Leave when it’s time Until then Stay Alive On this ball of fire