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"The Kids Quartet"

She had a four wing dinosaur
That she has to draw
She pays attention to the image that she saw, yeah
A pencil to the paper
A pluser and subtractor
And she makes a fine feather microraptor

She has a four wing dinosaur
That she has to draw
She pays attention to the image that she saw, yeah
A pencil to the paper
A pluser and subtractor
And she makes a fine feather microraptor

She has a four wing dinosaur
That she has to draw
She pays attention to the image that she saw, yeah
A pencil to the paper
A pluser and subtractor
And she makes a fine feather microraptor

She had a four wing dinosaur
That she has to draw
She pays attention to the image that she saw, yeah
A pencil to the paper
A pluser and subtractor
And she makes a fine feather microraptorrrrrrrrrr!

"Flash Delirium"

Mild apprehension
Blank dreams of the coming fun
Distort the odds of a turnaround
Gut screams out next to none

So turn it on, tune it in
And stay inert

You say "I've got the backbone"
The back way to escape the gun
Climbing a tree with a missing limb
And not saving anyone

And now it hurts to stay at home
And see flash the mirror ball's throwing mold
You can't get a grip if there's nothing to hold
See the flash catch a white lily laugh and wilt
But if you must smash a glass first fill it to the hilt

Plants, as far as i know are still,
Still bending toward the light
And if we dance
Until the heart explodes
It'll make this place ignite
And even if this hall collapses
I can stand by my pillar of hope it's just
A case of Flash delirium

Here's a growing culture
Deep inside a corpse
Ages stuck together
Takin it to the source
Timeless desperation
Pictures on a screen scream
"Hey people, what does it mean?"

Comfort keeps us nice
So quick to donate everything
Die wolken drifting blinding smiles circling (einkreisen)
And time's tingling spines
Attaching hands to floor
The rosy-tinted flash

The hot dog's getting cold
And you'll never be as good as the Rolling Stones
Watch the birds in the airport gathering dirt
Crowd the clean magazine chick lifting up her skirt

(Wy close one eye and try to
Pledge allegiance to the sun
When plastic ghosts start terrorizing everyone
Geometric troops aligning
Carried up to the burial mounds
My earthbound heart is heavy
Your heartbeat keeps things light
With the violence forever threatening the night
And even if this hall collapses
I can stand by my pillar of hope and trust)
Lines when I close my eyes and just
Aim blindly at the sun
And hear love
When the ghosts start singing terrorizing everyone
Geometric troops aligning
Carried up to the burial mounds with gold
It's a heavy load but your
You rhythm makes it light and explode
Like a violent star keeps threatening the night
And even if this hall collapses
I can stand by my pillar of hope and trust
That our heads won't bust

66 55 red battleships
40 earthlike planets
3 holes 2 tits
1 fork in its side
Zero tears in their eyes

Sue the spiders
Sink the Welsh
Stab your facebook
Sell sell sell
Undercooked
Overdone
Mass adulation not so funny
Poisoned honey
Pseudo science
Silly money
You're my honey

"Song For Dan Treacy"

He spends his time
Or maybe half of his time
Or part of the time wandering
'round the creeks and cobble stones of hackney lanes
With a tear in his eye
As the children walk by, he's thinking of a song
Then stops to paint a picture of a frown
Walking around
Dan Treacy's smile
Leaves you trying to decide who's the victim, what's the crime?
No rest for the mind
That's seen it all before
And I don't know where he lives
But he's a myth of a man
And Texas Bob the cameraman
Is off to fix his sit before the show
Yeah, but where did he go?
To know when your time's up
You flip the glass and watch the hours quickening
Oh oh oh oh oh
In the back of the station
Fluorescent lights about to quit their flickering
Well he speaks his mind
He says "what is crime?"
Dan Treacy's eyes
In the middle of the park
When the underground is dark,
He's a poet he's a lark
He starts thinking about a place that no one knows
And when the creeks run dry
He stays frozen in time
Strange lights in the sky
Start blinking
I can see the car outside but he's listening
He's listening
And he's making up his mind
He made his mind up
To get things done and overcome
He made his mind up
Yeah he's gonna let it go
He made his mind up
In the park and at the station
He made his mind up
Yeah, he's gonna get it done
He made his mind up
Ooh yeah he's gonna get it done
He made his mind up
Yeah, he's gonna let it go, uh oh
No matter the time
Oh oh
When the creeps run by
Oh no
He's making his mind up
Oh oh oh oh
Yeah he's gonna get it done whoa
Oh yeah, when the creeks run dry whoa oh
Yeah, he's gonna listen to his soul,
Yeah, when the creeps walk by and say
"come here boy, look me in the eye"
Bow to the heart, back to the beat of
Dan Treacy

"It's Working"

Here, you focus
So I can see your faces
The eyes are wrong

How will I know if it's working right?

Light confuses
The tiny isles of bruises
The mangled lines
I see the signs of aging

But if I try to feel at all I am deceived
My mind's affected
It's empty now
As I lay down
I feel alright
My heart is racing

Turn the noise on
I'd like to feed my poison
Assembly lines

Carry a velvet warning
To the yard
It's just like striking matches
The polish lies

But it's working in your blood
Which you know is not the same as love
Love is only in your mind
And not your heart

No, it's working

It's working in your blood
Which you know is not the same as love
Love is only in your mind and not your heart

"Siberian Breaks"

Sleep as the goer
The bridge that watches the light speed thru
And cries while the spirit stumbles
And inside missile for the protection of you

Maybe it's siletn
The voice can't bear anymore strain
But speak without even knowing
And streams outside in the direction of truth

There's no reason there's no secret to decode
If youc an't save it, leave it dying on the road
Wide open arms can feel so cold
So cold
Feel so cold

Balance the books, the ledges, the loons
The disappointed look on the faces
That squint at the moon
Let's see it with shadows enhance
And then vote to decide who'll advance
Silver jet plane, making a turn
Exciting the brain that expects it to crash and then burn
It's not the life lesson I'd've guessed
If you're conscious you must be depressed
Or at least cynical
But someone might still eat the steaks
Even if they're tough
Spending the day
Chewing the fat
Floating away isn't roguh but it's not enough
Oh marianne, pass me the joint
The sandpaper's tan
Go-getters are surfing the point
And london's a cratch on the lens
It's over before it begins
Silk 'round her neck falls down to her shoulders
The older I get, the more I suspect there's a trick
But really there's no trip at all
That doesn't result in a fall
Or a faltering
But something might spit out the bait
Even if it's real
Rolling away
Missing a spoke
Close to the ground like a wheel but it's not enough
Holding th eline
Clutching the phone
Nobly wasting the night, but it isn't right
It's not right
Smelling for blood
Praying for rain
Running away isn't rough, but it's not enough

The low tide is telling me, when it's over,
To breathe in everything exposed
And comes back to cover me in a blanket
Being here's always changing tunes

The empty sky surrounds me but i can't see at all
Wide open arms can feel so cold
And you can sit beside me and tell me what it's
Worth
But I hope I die before i get sold
I hope I die before I get sold
I'd rather die before I get sold

If you find the soul that you lost
Frozen in a starry void
Take it within and hope the sight of blood
Can will signs of life to return
Back to the way that it was
Long before it made a noise
To keep on quietly reminding you
What's never created or destroyed

Wake as the swell peaks
The close-outs drowning the birds with roars
And howls scare the new unkindness
That picks and laughs at the carrion scene

Forces you see breath can always go into hiding
And wait 'til it passes over
Or stay far gone for all eternity

"Metanoia"

Metanoia, reshaping the world
It can teach you
And reprogram you
It can show you the flood
That's trapped inside
This one's alive
The tail is breathing
And she's listening
Kill the serpent
Divide, disperse and grow
Into an oak
A silver lining on a black scale
Wicked hunter on three hooves he still rode
But where is the fourth?
You can climb there
To your lofty perch
It can teach you the fairytale of hurt

Mystic referee, don't look on me with scorn
I'm a child, I'm a lover being born
Satchidananda
Disregard the path I'm on
You can justify the action, should you bless
My ambition and my indecisiveness
Satchidananda
Let me know that you exist
Watch me tremble as I'm answering the phone
I am separate from everything you know
Mystic referee I promise to return
Once I've given up and lessons have been learned
Satchidananda
You can watch my fire burn

We were talkin' junk right,
Just before the show
This wild-eyed kid came up to the fence
He took one look at us, and he said:

"Help me,
Drummer,
Ticket,
Yeah!"

We didn't play his favorite song,
Now he'll never come to another show

Hospitals and woods confirm
Red in the eyes of everyone
Parasites and lovers scrape the meat from bones
Turned into jade and tiger's eye
Save me some dark hair over a face like hers
She'll help the rain come to a pour
Bathroom floor of stone and tiles broke in two
Warm where they touch her porcelain
Timid skin I'm careful to untie this road
Wrapped in a knot indifferent
Lion's foot unearthing all the things I've seen
But never truly understood
Rotten wood from oceans that were never green
Crumbles beneath the canopy
Secretly

Let's pretend we never touched the sugar

Tonight, under rose
You won't find another wheel to roll
When autumn winds appear
We wear these fears on our right
It just wants to be surreal 'cause
All dressed in diamond image jeans
Mercury's found in old field
We miserable in love
And chance we walked
Right on in, into the streets of the city but
Watching people disappear
Without reaching out
Years and years
You're left by yourself
On the wheel

"Inbetween The Liners"

MGMT, 4 letters, 5 minds, 6th sense. Second Sight? Rock'n Roll is 50 years old, but we are still speaking in tongues. What would Aristotle mke of Wop Bop A Loo Bop? A Zen mantra for our Bam Boo times? 'Expect the unexpected' I heard - as any fools knows, usually impossible. 9 months, the pregnant portion of a year; spent in their company; hasn't led me to deceive I know MGMT any better than anyone else. No tomes from me or type-tapping critics will reveal that. A 5 part puzzle beyond Rubik proportions for you to Twist & Shout to. Never mix stripes and spots we're told. Ha. It's actually a beautiful clash. Hell, here comes the Paisley & Polka-dot too. Watcha gonna do about it? Love it, of course! CONGRATULATIONS, their second long player is something precious. A Gift. To Lovers. To Others. For Sisters. For Brothers. To live to. To love to. To look at. To listen thru. Nine songs. Some Short Some Long. A shy-eyed journey thru the dichotomy of their lives thru their souls. Sunday Bacon for the Monday Generation.

IT'S WORKING: Love? Or Confusion? Reality? Contusion? Subterranea or Sub-fusion. The Quest begins.

SONG FOR DAN TREACY: A Man. A Mistery? A Saint? A Sod? Were we all made for this life? Some give, some receive. But Dan Treacy smiles.

FLASH DELIRIUM: The Natives go all Dance-hall Stomp as something strange in the water forces a Flash time Strobo-cop emanation of the will. Delusion Extrusion.

SIBERIAN BREAKS: A Pop Surf Opera, after the storm the loss of Ego. Breakers on the Beach. Hangin Ten with the Hodads. Distraction. Then Sandy Smiles as the Sun Squints its way. A new day. Cleansed. Ready. Surf's up! Piss or pass the Pot.

SOMEONE'S MISSING: But Who? And Why? Just a thought? A feeling? Or a moment of doubt lying in wait? To refilling the gateway. The door. Consciousness. A lines.

I FOUND A WHISTLE: Hope. Reassurance. The bogey-man Triumph of the Plastic surf totem. The motion of Notions. Spells & potions.

BRIAN ENO: A Smile Sent out. A wink and & chuckle. The Mistery of time. The Air Traffic controller of ssSound and ssSpace and ssSubterfuge.

LADY DADA'S NIGHTMARE: The Mind falters. Questioning. Looking for answers. Lock-loop images stray into fluorescing cotton candy crimes. Impervious. Then, the Release. A Primal Scream for the How Generation. More DaDa than GaGa. More Drinking than Thinking. Less Arty than Party. Time takes a rain-check.

CONGRATULATIONS: The Half-arsed Hugs of routine celebrations. Realisations. Random Aging. A World in tatters? Glitter that matters? The hollow victory. And then Sleep.

"Congratulations"

Dead in the water
It's not a paid vacation
The sons and daughters of city officials
Attend demonstrations
It's hardly a sink or swim
When all is well if the ticket sells

Out with? a wimper
It's not a blaze of glory
You look down from your temple
As people endeavor to make it a story
And chisel a marble word
But all is lost if it's never heard

But I've got someone to make reports
That tell me how my money's spent
To book? my stays and draw my blinds
So I can't see what's really there
And all I need's a great big congratulations

I'll keep your dreams
You pay attention for me
As strange as it seems
I'd rather dissolve than have you ignore me
The ground may be moving fast
But I tied my boots to a broken mast

The difference is clear
You throw it in your cauldron
Rust and veneer, dusk and dawn
Steinways and Baldwins
You start with a simple stock of all the waste
And salt to taste

But damn my? luck and damn these friends
That keep on combing back their smiles
I save my grace with half-assed guilt
And lay down the quilt upon the lawn
Spread my arms and soak up congratulations

"Brian Eno"

So tired
Soul searching
I followed the sounds to a cathredal
Imagine my surprise to find that they were produce by Brian Eno

Past the gates
Quite stark
The roses trimmed and the windows dark
I see the walls through a limestone crack
Not red not blue not yellow but black
And all the space left for you
If the sky was synthesized you'd probably know

He taught me many things
The wisdowm of o bleak stratagems
The prophet of a sapphire soul
Presented through creative freedoms
And everything i say is true
Cuz if i was telling lies it'd probably show

I can tell that he's kind of smiling
But what does he know?
We're always one step behind him, he's Brian Eno
Brian Eno

When I was stuck he'd make me memorize elaborate curses
Tinctures and formulas to ditch the chori and flip the verses
My whole foundation came unglued
When i tried to humanize by ambient light
Dipping swords in metaphors yeah but what does he know?
He's go the whole world behind him he's Brian Eno
Brian Eno!

He promised pretty worlds and all the silence
I could dream of Brian peter George St John Le
Baptiste De La Salle Eno

Well all alone by the oldest stone where the shade
Trees grow the creature by the water feature with a
Ghostly glow making sure that time's preserved
Well we reap what we sow he's go the whole
World behind him he's Brian Eno etc. etc.