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Xolotl
03:25
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Psychopomp and circumstance
Blinded gods don’t look askance
Syphilitic bastard hound
Leads the sun below the ground
I would rather be scorned as a god
Than reign as a so-called king
Xolotl
Xolotl
Every night the sun forgets
Its own name and face, it sets
Xolotl guide the fifth sun through
Though it shines no light on you
I would rather be scorned as a god
Than reign as a so-called king
Xolotl
Xolotl
I would weep till my sockets formed a sea
If it quenched the fire within
Xolotl
Xolotl
Twelve lost souls in my flock I led through underworld caves
Fields of razor, stalking cats had tested their resolve
One said, “Each action is a grain of sand which weighs upon us still
So how are gods not buried ‘neath an endlessly-expanding hill?”
It’s not the mortal enemies I made through deed and word
Whose whispers shiver sharp without a sound
It is the mortal friends, I fear, whose arrow flight through reckless year
Will soon collide with time and cold hard ground
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Two Atomic Heroes
03:04
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If you were there in the sub on that fateful day
Would you had what it took to disobey
The crisis hot, captain yelling “Bombs away!”
One sudden choice, disgrace or a world in flames
Your tin can seethes, your breath boils, your sweat pours
Maslennikov says this is it, this is war
Torpedos burst, no info known this far offshore
You think of Olga, Yelena, all you answer for
(J - will you do it x8 you must do it x7, then M - NO!)
Chorus:
Let’s dance for Arkhipov, let’s pop a cork for old Petrov
If we have to burn it down and start again
At least have the sky and the birds and the wind
If I was there in that bunker in eighty-three
And I got that early warning on my system screen
Would I have known whether to turn the end-times key?
A false alarm? Probably...but no guarantee
I like think I would have stayed focused and calm
But I know, were I there, we would have dropped the bomb
Who trains our hands for peace? A missing psalm
So here’s to two heroes who saved us from the atom
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Melody's Number
03:45
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Melody must have swapped a six and a seven
Because early one morning I start hearing from Devon
From Craig and from Lindsay, who missed her at brunch
Sam wants to know just what she put in that punch
I should have replied "You fellows got the wrong person"
But my social loneliness was starting to worsen
So instead I said "Lindsay, I love your mauve top,"
"And Sam, don't tell no one - it's just ginger pop"
How can a wrong number feel so right?
How can a cell phone give off such warm light?
I know I should be honest and straightforward and forthright, but
Melody's num-ber (Melody's number)
Melody's num-ber (Melody's number)
(brief break)
I tried to stop posing as Melody from Michigan
but 4 in the morning, I just got that itch again
Craig's at a party, we chat about midterms
I know I'll get caught someday, but this is the interim
One night I get a panicked (if mispelled) text
Lindsay got plastered and hit on her ex
I calm her down and get her out of her stress
Got several facts wrong, she's still impressed (I'm blessed)
How can a wrong number feel so right?
How can a cell phone give off such warm light?
I know I should be honest and straightforward and forthright, but
Melody's num-ber (Melody's number)
Melody's num-ber (Melody's number)
Melody's number, the fun never ends
Melody's number, I finally have friends
Melody's number, just too damn fine
Melody's number, seven three nine
(brief break)
I'm chatting to Sam explaining "I can't come over"
When Sam gets a separate text "Mel's in a coma"
"Wait, who are you?" she asks, but there's no time.
I've got to get there, explain my victimless crime.
I find her in Lansing under hospital covers
"The verdict looks good!" cries out Sam to the others
I briefly consider greeting my misled clique
Instead I slip out and change my number that week
How can a wrong number feel so right?
How can a cell phone give off such warm light?
I know I should be honest and straightforward and forthright, but
Melody's num-ber (Melody's number)
Melody's num-ber (Melody's number)
Melody's number, the fun never ends
Melody's number, I finally have friends
Melody's number, just too damn fine
Melody's number, seven three nine
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The Great Journey
02:55
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The jackals are howling, the banshees are prowling
The dawn barely fends off the night
Elites of all nations stand primed at their stations
To drown the whole earth with floodlights
Eyes burning with faith, not the tiniest wraith
Nor one shadow of doubt can be found
They’ll fire the weapon, a holy conception
Flames baptize the new hallowed ground
We’re going on a great journey
We’re never coming home
The jackals are howling, coyotes are prowling
The sand dunes an infinite sea
From alpine to salt brine, from scrubland to upland
This world hides nothing from me
A seed on the wind gets to endlessly spin
But can never take root in the earth
To worship as idol a cause suicidal
Death isn’t the same as rebirth
We’re going on a great journey
We’re never coming home
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Invisible Ink
03:58
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Furnace is boiling hot, churning the flames deep within
Furnace don’t burn me up, furnace don’t melt me down, no
River is running dry, choking the countryside now
River don’t ebb away, leave me gasping like a fish
I’m a medieval king powerless to his gout
I’m a skyscraper with every window shot out!
CHORUS:
Pa-la-la the padlocks sing, a song of sweet unshackling, oh
Pa-la-la the padlocks sing, they sing for you
Pa-la-la the padlocks sing, a song of sweet unshackling, oh
Pa-la-la the padlocks sing, they release you
Kudzu is in full bloom, covering every last inch
Kudzu don’t swallow me, kudzu don’t hollow me out
Lightning is gathering, clear sky unraveling, oh
Lightning don’t strike me down, lightning don’t snuff me out, no
I’m a metropolis, my subways crumbling down
I’m a forsaken king, buried in my acid crown!
CHORUS
Every word is written in invisible ink...
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Wake up on a Sunday morning
Distortion fills my head
Melodic visions of the nighttime
Will get me out of bed
Paying minutes of my life in the line
To buy this memory
Leaping at the stage ‘cause I’ve got someone to see
Wake up on a Monday morning
Exhausted but I smile
My stark moonlighting in the nighttime
Will make it worth my while
Expedite another day at the job
And get these strings on key
Let me at my stack ‘cause I’ve got someone to be
So if the lights went out for good
What would nighttime bring?
And if my voice was muted
What would I sing?
Da da da da da..
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I. OVERTURE
[instrumental]
II. THE REBEL GREETS THE MERCENARY
Mercenary, I’m so glad you made it to our island grand.
Sparkling oceans, opal sands, guavas, palms, and rambutans
Nature’s finest treasure chest, but I confess, I do digress
There lurks a phantom in our midst, in dire need of exorcist
He’s been in power fifteen years, his body count is quite premier
A dictator with grasping eyes, I HOPE YOU CAN CAUSE HIS DEMISE!
I HATE THAT TYRANT REGIME
I HATE THAT TYRANT REGIME
I HATE THAT TYRANT REGIME
I HATE THAT TYRANT REGIME
I HATE THAT TYRANT REGIME
I HATE THAT TYRANT REGIME
I HATE THAT TYRANT REGIME
THE DEAD SHOULD BE MINE TO LEAD
Sorry, I just lost myself there, let’s talk strategy and get prepared
His fortress lies upon that hill, a mountain for an imbecile
We fight like conjured hellions, they can’t stop our rebellion
With you success is guaranteed, WE’LL MAKE EVERY LAST FUCKER BLEED!
[Chorus]
Where did you get all these weapons?
I have my secret connections.
Why me personally - can you explain?
I think the answer is plain.
Why are the people so pale here?
They’re sickened by the junta’s failure.
Why does that man look familiar?
Probably just a similar figure.
What is this peculiar island?
A home for the desperately silent.
What is this island?
Flew red-eye from Dubai to take this job on special request
Ten million dollars to help with liberation or conquest
Don’t quite trust this man with weak handshake and slightly too big eyes
But the junta needs to go orders clear we must Westernize
One more mission, then they’ll listen
Secret police will give me peace
III. TWO DEATHS
You there, give me your watch, give me your wife
Minions, guard my body with your lives
Servants time to hoist up my palanquin
Hour is nigh for my most royal banquet
Spectators, bask in my radiance
I am nature’s perfect sapiens
This island is all under control
Palms, palaces, down to hovel holes
Waiter bring me ham and garlic snails
Flagons deep enough to souse a whale
Minstrels, play another grand refrain
Wait one sec, I’ll deal with this shit stain
Have you come to grovel at my feet?
Beg mercy at your rebels’ defeat
Oh, you came with a well armored friend?
Guess it’s time for the party to end
Despot run, I am lifting my gun Despot turn your tail and run in shame
By the time the sun ends a violent night, every shore will not remember your name
So dictator flee, lose the sash, drop the keys, drop the war crimes, hang on to the blame
Tyrant want a fight? Then you’ll pay with your life as I aim maim aim maim aim maim aim maim!
Sorry to end your victory lap, with a little bullet nap
But you see this is my own time to seize that precious throne
There is a power to this isle, making it well worth my while
When you die on the earth, on this island you’re rebirthed
When you die here, you just cease - sorry, you’ve become deceased
With your plane I’ll fly the dead, back to cause the world’s end
At last they will end in strife, men who tortured me in life
So lie dead and think of England, while I lead this horde of risen!
IV. THE NEUTRAL WOMAN
Mercenary stop your shaking and breathless aching
Twilight is coming for you
But you lived tabula rasa, not great or awful
No home in heaven or hell
Subservient to your last breath, a minion til death
Now death is your heritage
Mercenary stop your shaking and breathless aching
Morning is coming for you
Mercenary stop your shaking and breathless aching
Twilight is coming for them
V. WAITING ROOM
I've hypnotized the zombified and swayed them with deceit
Now every item on my killer's checklist is complete
We'll vanquish half the human race, eviscerate the rest
But I am haunted by a man I swore I had addressed
You - mercenary - how have you returned back from the grave?!
Those who die on this island are lost and never saved!
You must have been a purgatory phantom paladin
My horde consumes me and prepares to follow your command
The land of the living is a waiting room…
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