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A Poet’s Death
03:15
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Pages are burning, twisting and turning
Let’s undo the learning, Kill, Kill, Kill
Pages are burning, twisting and turning
Let’s undo the learning, Kill, Kill, Kill
And burning deep’s this never ending rage
A candle snuffed that prophesied our age
A poet has died
We sat upon his courage and we spat upon his strength
We re-wrote all his visions and garbled all his speech
So harshly does this gentleman go underneath the yoke
Suffering disfigurements for verses that he spoke
And in truth, remorse is afterthought
Robbed the chance to turn another page
Our ignorance and guilt cannot assuage
That poets must die
We’ll give a crook a bank account and sell a thief a gun
And aid a budding eloquence by cutting out it’s tongue
And if a young elaborator begins to think out loud
We’ll label him a heretic and throw him to the crowd
It was truth that all the people fought
Screaming loud to smother out the sage
From deathly fear of markings on a page
A poet must die
Robbed the chance to turn another page
Our ignorance and guilt cannot assuage
That poets must die
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2. |
After Dinner
05:47
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Histrionically intensified the gambling man has been justified
It awaits itself to be decried - the gambling man has been justified
Hub caps gleam while they spin in space
After dinner with the human race
Dealers, poppers, window shoppers, loafers, slackers, slow reactors
Hookers, lookers, little black bookers, grinners, sinners, losers and winners
Josie, Suzy, oh and Lucy, the TV financiers are into your pants, sir
Forever and never, we’ll die together, Easter Bunny and lots of money
Santa Claus and rabbit’s paw, mistletoe and easy row,
Family of four will save you more
Histrionically intensified the gambling man has been justified
It awaits itself to be decried - the gambling man has been justified
Hub caps gleam while they spin in space
After dinner with the human race
Just a seed of liquid sight, a barnacle of the base-born night
It’s the dawn of the wind, forget the shame and cast away the line
Just a seed of liquid sight, a barnacle of the base-born night
It’s the dawn of the wind, forget the shame and cast away the line
Dealers, poppers, window shoppers, loafers, slackers, slow reactors
Hookers, lookers, little black bookers, grinners, sinners, losers and winners
Josie, Suzy, oh and Lucy, the TV financiers are into your pants, sir
Forever and never, we’ll die together, Easter Bunny and lots of money
Santa Claus and rabbit’s paw, mistletoe and easy row,
Family of four will save you more
Histrionically intensified the gambling man has been justified
It awaits itself to be decried - the gambling man has been justified
Hub caps gleam while they spin in space
After dinner with the human race
Just a seed of liquid sight, a barnacle of the base-born night
It’s the dawn of the wind, forget the shame and cast away the line
Just a seed of liquid sight, a barnacle of the base-born night
It’s the dawn of the wind, forget the shame and cast away the line
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3. |
Built in Love
03:41
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There was an old grate soft as a bold mate shaped like a zebra sofa
There was a pervert, we called him Herbert, picking out his favorite school girls
Late in the evening, dangerous repeating variated gauging thumb drum
Porcelain fox, over-heated box, waiting for the ship to come in
She went with Randy, they ate some candy
And I can’t explain why I feel no pain
And the doctor ever gets the fever
And another Joe Stark just lost his park
Doot doot doo, dat dat da
Doot doot doo, dat dat da
Built in love, built in love
Built in love, built in love
Jennifer did wake up sporting runny makeup, fussy in a racy prom dress
Across sits the Captain, initials on his napkin, quoting from a Reader’s Digest
Thinking of his villa, tasty with vanilla, whipped cream and chocolate syrup
When he retires he’s gonna start some fires with the ladies at the postal pick-up
Jenny and the Captain - lazy summer nappin’
And I can’t explain why I feel no pain
And the doctor ever gets the fever
And another Joe Stark just lost his park
Doot doot doo, dat dat da
Doot doot doo, dat dat da
Built in love, built in love
Built in love, built in love
You drift above me, sequined and lovely luminesce in the morning ether
The fungus and the rabbit are giving me a habit
Cause they think I’ve been to straight-laced lately
The fungus has a plan, the rabbit lends a hand, the on-lookers adulation
Enlisted me a subject to their little project, entitled it a love insertion
The fungus and the rabbit, giving me a habit
And I can’t explain why I feel no pain
And the doctor ever gets the fever
And another Joe Stark just lost his park
Doot doot doo, dat dat da
Doot doot doo, dat dat da
Built in love, built in love
Built in love, built in love
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4. |
Am I Dead
04:32
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Exorcise the shades of night that bind your brave soul
Tear apart the hazy gauze across your sight
And with your mighty limbs, bring back the light
Wake up Prometheus - your flock has gone astray
Stumbling in ignorance, your flock has lost it’s way
Listen very carefully and you can hear our cries
Muffled by the masks we wear, created by our lies…
A flood of memories from a distant life
Is slowly coming to me bit by bit
And I wish I’d forget all of it
What was said, I’m off my head, am I dead?
A tingling torturer of a thousand knives
The smell attacks me through the taste of sin
The nerves are jumping in my wrinkled skin
Oh my life, oh my dread, am I dead?
One grey hair for every stolen day
Arthritic tremors now do I display
This don’t seem real, this don’t seem right at all
Has the vessel passed my lips, have I dropped the ball?
Do I dream, or instead, am I dead?
Do I dream, or instead, am I dead?
Wake up Prometheus - your flock has gone astray
Stumbling in ignorance, your flock has lost it’s way
Listen very carefully and you can hear our cries
Muffled by the masks we wear, created by our lies…
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5. |
Cosmic Sunrise
03:03
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There are thirteen signs to go by
Thirteen signs to know by
When the sun begins to rise in the dark rift
Be aware you serpent bearer
Beware the constant starer
When the sun begins to rise in the dark rift
In the dark rift, in the dark rift
When the sun begins to rise in the dark rift
History’s illusion, the masters cause confusion
When the sun begins to rise in the dark rift
13 thousand heart aches, the time at which the clock breaks
When the sun begins to rise in the dark rift
In the dark rift, in the dark rift
When the sun begins to rise in the dark rift
That’s why I’m so Sirius - the dog star
Super heavy Sirius B
That’s why I’m so Sirius - the dog star
Super heavy Sirius B
That’s why I’m so, That’s why I’m so
That’s why I’m so Sirius - the dog star
Super heavy Sirius B
When the sun begins to rise
When the sun begins to rise in the dark
When the sun begins to rise in the dark rift
That’s why I’m so Sirius
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6. |
Inertial Arrest
04:07
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I diddle digit in a martini glass and I’m begging another
I catch the ruin from across the room of a little brother
They praised him, they pumped him, they used and confused him
Hey, whaddaya know -
I’m under inertial arrest, I blunder along with the rest
A complex of social digress - this easy disease of an artist and sleaze
Requires a breeze to blow the stench away
Hey, I’m a typical case, they suck your soul but they save your face
They make you feel like a god for a while
And if you’re lucky you crash with style
You’re dead and you’re sellin’ - you’re legend, your mellon
Is pasted all over the town
I’m under inertial arrest, I blunder along with the rest
A complex of social digress - this easy disease of an artist and sleaze
Requires a breeze to blow the stench away
Gotta get out, jump in a car, or baby, maybe a plane
Gotta split, man gotta go far - slice of romance found on a train
I’m under inertial arrest, I blunder along with the rest
A complex of social digress - this easy disease of an artist and sleaze
Requires a breeze to blow the stench away
I’m under inertial arrest, I blunder along with the rest
A complex of social digress - this easy disease of an artist and sleaze
Requires a breeze to blow the stench away
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Tommy Von Santa Monica, California
Tommy Von is a BMI Songwriter and founding member of MYST (90s O.C. California Psychedelic Rock band)
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