1. |
Cooper Falling Body
01:39
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A sound burst out and I blinked
You’re falling from the attic
I feel a sudden instinct
A reflex automatically
Makes me freeze
And it makes me flinch
And it makes me move another inch
As you’re falling from the ceiling to the floor
I’m sitting in the kitchen
You lie above the ceiling
By the realtor’s omission
The ancient wood is reeling
First I saw you there
Now I see you here
Once, you were unknown, but now it’s clear
And I realize you’ve been there all along
Your decomposing tissue
In slivers on the table
Creates a major issue
From local news to cable
First I told my friends
Then they told the press
The reporters leave my lawn a mess
As they clamor now to see my photograph
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2. |
Living in Places
03:40
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Live in a forty-foot garden gnome
With little ceramic houses outside
Or live inside the Tactile Dome
Or underneath a carnival ride
[CHORUS]
The world is full of places
And I’d like to see ‘em all
I’d like to call ‘em all my home
But I’m too afraid I’ll fall
‘Cause when you’re living in places (living in places)
The things that you see (the things you see, whoa-ho-ho)
Are written on faces (written on faces)
Are setting you free (they’ll set you free, whoa-ho-ho)
A tower built of pink packing foam
(dit-dit-dit-dit dit-dit-dit-dit dit-dit-dit-dit dit di-dit di-dit)
A tiny place with one giant room
A mountainside that overlooks Rome
(dit-dit-dit-dit dit-dit-dit-dit dit-dit-dit-dit dit di-dit di-dit)
That’s only lit by the glare of the moon (fuck the moon!)
[CHORUS]
Live in a field of infinite wheat
Or deep inside a silo of grain
Live in the sewers or Calico Beach
Or even just within my own brain
[CHORUS]
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3. |
Banana Yellow Suit
02:35
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An outfit that suits me, I’ve finally found
An outfit that’s perfect for running around
It comes in a color that’s simply a-peeling
It slips on and off me, I just love the feeling
They’ll tell you that suits are inherently dull
In hues that blend in between winter and fall
They think that it’s all about clothes that look mellow
But they can’t overlook me in banana yellow!
They can’t overlook me in banana yellow!
I walk down the streets and I walk through the town
The children, they love me; the parents, they frown
From when I leave my bed to when I reach my pillow
There’s nothing that suits me like banana yellow!
There’s nothing that suits me like banana yellow!
The tailors that made it each had to ask twice
Ask two times or three times or even quadrice
So I’d speak and I’d shout and I’d yell and I’d bellow
"There’s nothing that suits me like banana yellow!
There’s nothing that suits me like banana yellow!"
The people who stop and who look and who stare
Who gaze in disgust as if I were just bare
They might never know all the pleasures, young fellow
The pleasures that come out in banana yellow!
The pleasures all come out in banana yellow!
One day, I became a great local tradition
'We really do like you' was their soft admission
From decals that stick to big banners that billow
The whole town is covered in banana yellow!
There’s nothing that suits it like banana yellow!
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4. |
Bartleby
03:40
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Bartleby was a scrivener
A man who takes the firm dictates
Of people far more powerful than he
Could ever even hope to be
Bartleby was a hard worker
He’d copy documents for hours
Then recite them back at length
Requiring great steadfastness and strength
Until one day, the boss would ask
Him to complete a simple task
A paper needed to be read
He stood there mildly and said:
"I would prefer not to."
Bartleby was a placid man
No malice or anger in his voice
He very simply just would not
And soon, the boss forgot
Bartleby was a hollow man
With nothing human in his eyes
But soon his work continued on just fine
He copied over every line
And soon his work had to be checked
To see that everything’s correct
With everything prepared that day
He came out from his hole to say:
"I would prefer not to."
Bartleby made them furious:
The boss and all his fellow scribes
But even so, he never could be fired
It seemed instead that he should be retired
Yet Bartleby was oblivious
He never left the office now
Annoying those his little room abuts
And eating only ginger nuts
And soon, all this became routine
He copied things behind his screen
But when he’s called on to comply
Then, every time he would reply:
"I would prefer not to."
One day he stood, with hazy eyes
He said he would no longer write
But would not leave the premises
And so he stayed there, day and night
The business moved its offices
And left poor Bartleby behind
He still was not compelled to move
Was left for the new boss to find
And soon he found himself in jail
With no one that would pay his bail
And then, refusing to be fed
The warden soon would find him dead
He preferred not to.
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5. |
From Gaia
02:00
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[CHORUS]
There’s been a dearth, for what it’s worth
But Mother Earth is giving birth
Her measured girth, for what it’s worth
Shows Mother Earth is giving birth
The baby will emerge out of the North Pole
And make a bright aurora on the lean
Of Earth’s magnetic axis, leaving a hole
The spray of light like nothing ever seen
[CHORUS]
What emerges there may be a brand new Sun
While our current Sun transforms into a Moon
The Moon we have now will become a Dark Sun
For the darkness is an opposite to noon
[CHORUS]
From Gaia, all the flora and the fauna,
The continents with all the people, too,
Will watch as newborn beauty fills the night sky
As Earth revolves and brings us into view
[CHORUS x2]
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6. |
Across the Noise
05:14
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[CHORUS]
Through the noise, I proclaim
I heard you call my name
Through the din, I will start
Let me into your heart
I heard something in the shadows
A sound that made me so glad, so glad
That I heard the voice of angels
Moving away was so painful
Life was newly dull
When I was alone
Crying on the phone
[CHORUS]
When I lay my eyes upon you
Everything that you have on you
Will be just as I thought it would be
I don’t know how, but it could be real
How you make me feel
When I hear your voice
From across the noise
[CHORUS]
The doctor said I don’t know what is true
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do
I know you’re real, there’s no other way
And I need you with me today
I can’t stay away
Until I have found
Where I heard that sound
[CHORUS x2]
Let me into your heart
Let me into your heart
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7. |
Entropy
03:48
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The frozen future
Will bring us together
Basically heaven
Except for the weather
[CHORUS]
Entropy
Is liberty
It sets us free
It makes us better
Entropy
Our destiny
I want to be
A whole lot better
Objects degrading
Leaving forever
Memories fading
Into the aether
[CHORUS]
Give yourself over
Let us become
The background noise
The eternal hum
[CHORUS]
Everyone is equal
Beyond the hearse
You’ve reached the sequel
To our universe
[CHORUS ad nauseam]
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8. |
This Man
05:32
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[CHORUS A]
Did you ever dream THIS MAN?
Did you ever see his face?
Stepping out his well-worn van
Looking like the human race
Every night, thousands of people dream about his face
Every language, every country, any time or place
When you lay your body down and try to get some rest
You will need to stay aware, THIS MAN may manifest
[CHORUS B, x2]
If you ever dream THIS MAN
If you ever see his face
Pay attention to his hands
Looking for his rightful place
Could he be a traveler from mind to mind to mind?
Does he have a real form that he has left behind?
Some have said that there’s a mental conditioning plan
By a major corporation lying behind THIS MAN
[CHORUS A, x2]
If he ever speaks to you, you listen very close
For he communicates in sounds that everybody knows
When he indicates an action, follow what he says
And if he steers you right, then all those powers must be his
[CHORUS B, x2]
Individuals have tried to stop our dream research
Saying all we do is try to hawk our little merch
They’re afraid of THIS MAN and they want us to denounce(/renounce)
They’re afraid of what THIS MAN could suddenly announce
[CHORUS A, x2]
(Dream, see face
Well-worn human)
(Who is THIS MAN?
Why does he appear in an apparently pattern-less array of situations in the dreams of such diverse human subjects?)
(Did you ever see his face?
Oh god, did you ever see his face?
Please tell me you never saw his face)
(Los Angeles
Berlin
Sao Paulo
Tehran
Beijing
Rome
Barcelona
Stockholm
Paris
New Delhi
Moskow)
(Dream THIS MAN
See his face
Well-worn van
Human race)
(The image of THIS MAN would thus be an instrument which, in the subject’s waking life, facilitates recognition of an undefined oneirical image)
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9. |
Enhancement
02:34
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Human life is fragile
People are so delicate
Thankfully, we’re agile
Breaking things and fixing it
You agreed you were different
When the robots reached your brain
Speeding up your thoughts, but
Taking care to keep you sane
But isn’t that the point?
Isn’t it a shame?
A little something goes wrong
And we have ourselves to blame
Now we can perfect you
In a civilized new age
Now we can protect you
From your fleshy rotting cage
This is the tech that you’ve all been waiting for!
Go ahead and try it, what are you debating for!?
You can be flawless in the machine
You can be godlike and spotlessly clean
Can you believe it? Do you have a choice?
Tell me now, in your new synthesized voice!
[Synthesized voice]
Are you not better? We’re just getting started!
Before long, you ALL will depart—
From your fleshy rotting prison
We can protect you
From your fleshy rotting prison
We can perfect you
From your fleshy rotting prison
We can collect you
From your fleshy rotting prison
Ethics based on reason!
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10. |
Magic Hexagon
03:22
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Hurtling down from outer space
To investigate the human race
Streaks of darkness left in the sky
As we looked up and wondered “why?”
The being’s true name was long, long gone
So we called it the Magic Hexagon
But that was before it attacked us in
A sacred chamber that’s now ringed in sin
The educators recognized it first
We thought that maybe they brought on this curse
The hex had developed a desire to kill
And nothing we had could thwart its will
The shape belonged to a higher dimension
Beyond our primitive room for retention
We learned this from a message, written in our dead
A cryptic missive that also read
(Also read, also read)
(Also read, it also read)
[refrain, x3]
The hex is but a puppet
The worst is yet to come
You’ll hear it if you listen
To the universe’s hum
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11. |
Rise of the Hogs
02:18
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Look at this map, and check the logs
Each dot represents five thousand hogs
From this, we see our country’s lots
As places filled with tiny dots
Investigate that hog supply
The market’s never been so dry
To meet demand, we must now search
For sources once left in the lurch
Discoveries made in this map
Reveal the pigs have no max cap
On the horizon, look and see
Uncounted billions in the sea
With all our prior methods strapped
The oceans have remained untapped
But that won’t be the case for long
Send out the boats! Collect the throng!
And now these places have been found
Distribute pigs in each farm town
We haven’t been at this for long
But somehow something has gone wrong
These hogs are all becoming stacked
It looks like now we all are trapped
Each state is thickly, densely lined
By an impenetrable wall of swine
Is anyone receiving this?
Broadcasts replaced with awful hiss
Our fields and forests overrun
The human species soon is done
Since Canada’s gone, and Mexico too
And Iowa is mostly through
I see them quickly closing in
Another form of life begins
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12. |
Fourth of July
03:42
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The Fourth
In any other town, a holiday
But here the day is holy, so they say
A day when something strange is going forth
The townsfolk all dread there’ll be soot on their head
Or their hands will be stained up with coals
The dark-colored marks that appear, they are led
To believe, designate all their roles
For their dirt they’re compelled to rinse off in the sea
By an urge they’re too weak to resist
And the sailors, with glee, can declare themselves free
With this sacrifice, they've been dismissed
The boats
That watch the shore for residents who delve
Into the deep, or sacrifice themselves
If all the residents who swim there float
No one alive can remember the year
That no sacrifice ever had came
But everyone knows how the rest of that year
The whole town had been struck by the rain
The fires that burn in the circles that turn
Are no peaceful explosive delights
But later that night, they all feel the relief
That their bodies don’t make up the lights
The bursts
Predict the coming year from day to day
Inform them of the weather and the way
That presidents and kings will turn the earth
Some wait at sea for the ground to erupt
While the others watch closely on land
Recording the measurements, writing the almanacs
Using their own sleight of hand
The fireworks burst from their holes in a natural,
Strange event people should heed
But the others are added on top of them so
No one else has a forecast to read
The salt
That falls alongside embers real and fake
The sailors shepherd it into the lake
‘Cause salination is their other goal
So many secrets surround all the boats
And their captains who shovel the salt
A rumor says ‘soon, there’ll be sea in that lake
And the saltwater’ll be all their fault’
Nobody knows what they do, but the aims
Of that group have a terrible side
If townsfolk all knew what they were, I would hope
That nobody would let it all slide
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13. |
Fuck the Moon
04:36
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Like some scene outta Frankenstein
The sky won’t move, and the sun won’t shine
The sea stands still, there’s no tidal flow
While the moon reigns down on the earth below
Don’t those words ever cross your lips?
When you close your eyes, do you reminisce?
When your story starts, does it start like this?
‘I remember the day, of the Great Eclipse. And--
[Chorus 1]
Fuck the moon
Always hangin’ in the sky
Fuck the moon
It was gonna have us die
Fuck the moon
Feel that chill up in the air?
Fuck the moon
‘Cause it doesn’t even care
So fuck the moon… fuck the moon
When the sun blinked out
In the middle of the day
When the moon crossed over
Just to hide the light away
We were blind for hours
We were helpless and afraid
So us elder men
Who remember this still say
[CHORUS]
We were looters then
Well, the most of us did steal
When we had no lights
Had to scrounge for every meal
And the power was out
Out in every house and home
Lost our comforts then
All the ones you never known, so
[CHORUS]
When the sun came out
Well, the chaos never passed
In the light of day
There was somethin’ bound to last
As the seasons changed
It got colder in the street
Moon that rearranged
Had a people to defeat. So,
[CHORUS]
So the night came back
For a week, then two or three
Was a cruel attack
Science said it couldn’t be
But we all could see
Burning science by the stack
When the light it gave
Brought some tribal instinct back. So,
[CHORUS]
Fuck the moon, fuck the moon
Ooh-way-ooh, fuck the moon
Fuck the moon, fuck the moon
Ooh-way-ooh, fuck the moon
[CHORUS]
Now you kids all know
Nothin’ more than stones and sticks
But you might soon grow
With a great big world to fix
So you all should try
Not to make the same mistakes
When the moon hangs high
‘Cause you know by now, it waits. So--
[CHORUS x2]
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