WANNA WANNA WANNA AMALFI (techno-zippo) Minori, IT 6 April 2001
I wanna watch you fock an octopus and tell me that I'm yours
I wanna watch you bite old Zeus's balls off and smile
I wanna see you do sex with some volcano gods and goddesses
I wanna taste you suck up all that lemon-honey booze
I wanna taste you suck up all that lemon-honey booze
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You wanna feel me while I'm loaded up with god-stuff
You wanna watch me while I screw old Aphrodite blue
You wanna hear the cathedral bells ringing ringing ringing
You wanna see just what a holy fock can do
You wanna see just what a holy fock can do
--
[break:]
Come lead the Minotaur astray, come let the Cyclops eat you out
Come do a Centaur every day, come love the demons of the night
[instr]
--
We wanna screw every deity, rebuilding the world (the world)
We wanna spread our things to every power that lives or dies
We wanna suck at Artemis's tit, and this, and that, and those
We wanna be lost forever in that killer kiss (killer kiss)
We wanna be lost forever in that killer kiss (killer kiss)
YOUNG GIRLS DOWN (folksy-jazzy) Forestville CA 22 Apr 2001
Young girls walking down the road on the hill
Under clear skies, clouds out on the horizon
Dark shapes fly overhead in the trees
Beaming down new dreams, new words and songs
Beaming down new realizations
--
Young girls stalking down in sharp green shadows
Moving their blue jeans in thin sticky ways
Bright flashes light up their edges redly
Harsh motors growl in the near distance
Singing out more disturbing songs
--
Young girls talking down seriously, quietly
Past the hillside's invisible residents
Under the unseen energies above
Beaming down new patterns of performance
Beaming down new parameters of love
I FELL INTO THE VOLCANO AMALFI (folk-ominous) Santa Rosa, CA 30 April 2001
I fell into the volcano
It didn't hurt me much, it didn't burn me red
I was all tanked on limoncello
And the altitude went to my head
I saw the birds flying over
I saw the kobolds crawling up from below
They were laughing and bashing and flashing
And they were moving real slow
--
I fell into the volcano
I had to walk up, the funicular didn't work
I turned pale as mozzarello
It didn't help that I was dressed like a jerk
There was winds blowin' and sirens blowin'
And lotsa lava flowin'
And there were no rescuers coming
That weren't burnin'
--
I fell into the volcano
The experience was so disorienting
I fell into the volcano
I shoulda been more careful 'bout the guide I was renting
The sky was brown and messy and smelly,
That was just Napoli
The sea was blue and deep and nearby
But I couldn't get to the sea
--
I fell into the volcano
Yes, I fell into the volcano
And, I fell into the volcano...
I FELL IN LOVE AGAIN (moderate reggae) Forestville CA 1 May 2001
[chorus] I should know better by now but, I fell in love again
Yes, I should know better by now but, I fell in love again
--
The first time, she was a girl
She meant so much to me, her
Eyes shining somewhere between
Dark amber and French coffee [chorus]
--
The next time, she was a witch
Drawing magickal lines on me
Her mouth a living mandala, weaving
With hypnotic frequency [chorus & instr]
--
The next time, she was a machine
All oily efficiency
Powered up and gearing down, peeling
Away my naivete [chorus]
--
The next time, she was a beast
All hair and ferocity
Ripping me with teeth like diamonds
Triumphantly devouring me [chorus & instr]
--
The next time, she was a theory, the
Physics of sexuality
Algorithms of life and love
Extrapolating complexity [chorus]
--
The next time, she was a dream, a
Hologram stuck behind my eyes
And when I woke up, she was gone
That's when I had to cry [chorus 2x & fade]
THE STORM Forestville CA 1 May 2001
(fast rhythm, slow words with sliding bass)
Ever-waking, ever-shaking
Rolling thunder in the mountains
It's the storm
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Ever-sleeping, ever-dreaming
Lightning flashes on the prairie
It's the storm
--
Ever-going, ever-knowing
Flash-flood sweeping thru the valley
It's the storm
--
[bridge: (fast)]
Running thru the maze, running from the storm
Trying not to fade, trying to keep warm...
--
Never caring, never daring
Dust-cloud blowing on the desert
It's the storm
GREETINGS FROM HELL GODZ (cajun waltz) Forestville, CA 1 May 2001
"Greetings from Hell," I wrote in my journal
"It's cooler here than I expected
No-one's yelled 'FUCK OFF!' for over an hour
I guess everyone's feeling pretty relaxed"
--
[chorus] And the lights of Hell flicker bright
And the music of Hell flickers loud, so damn loud
And the beauty of Hell's just an acid-rain cloud
And the rats' little teeth work all night
--
I paused in my writing, oblivion erupted
Coating us all with invisible slime
"Our friends are all here, wish you well, smoke and burn
It's the least you can do for your crimes" [chorus]
--
"I'm here with ev'ryone who told me to get focked
Everyone I've ever loved, it's a party
The refreshments are nice, we're all eating fresh maggots
Gotta go, have a day, (thump) wish you were here" [chorus]
HELP YOU DIE Forestville, CA 2 May 2001
You asked me to help you die
But I couldn't do it, can't do that Kevorkian thing
It's much too complicated
And I didn't really want to be there
--
You asked me to help you die
But I didn't want to hold the pillow over your face
I just don't think I'm strong enough
I don't think that you're ready for that
--
[bridge:] I know the stuff's incurable, I know that it's untreatable
You say the pain's unbearable, but what is life but pain? [instr]
--
You asked me to help you die
I finally said OK, I finally helped
You're lying there so peacefully now
But who's going to help me?
MIXED-UP, SHOOK-UP (techno-rocker) Forestville, CA 3 May 2001
Electrical fluids flow thru my heart
Magnetic fields tear my brain apart
Quantum strangeness has me in a whirl
I'm just a mixed-up, shook-up girl
I'm just a mixed-up, shook-up girl
--
Superstrings have cut me into bits
Dynamic RAM gives me the drizzly shits
Recombo genes have messed with my plasmids
I'm just a mixed-up, shook-up kid
I'm just a mixed-up, shook-up kid
--
[break:] I'm some kinda cyber-bio-ectoplasm
Just another cell in the mass organism
I'm living with a total lack of security
Are you me? Are you me? Are you me?
--
Digital domains have engulfed my soul
Complexity has swallowed my consciousness whole
Microwaves are making my neurons curl
I'm just a mixed-up, shook-up girl
I'm just a mixed-up, shook-up girl
I'm just a mixed-up, shook-up girl
I'm just a mixed-up, shook-up girl
TWO-INCH LOVE (lowrider style) Forestville, CA 3 May 2001
Six-inch brain, four-inch heart
Two-inch love, two-inch love
[instrumental]
--
Purple rain, silver dart
Crystal dove, two-inch love
[instrumental]
--
Pain of pain, heart of hearts
Friend of friends, two-inch love
[instrumental]
--
No complaints at the start
Of the end, two-inch love
[instrumental]
--
Hairless saints, helpless farts
Hopeless shove, two-inch love
[instrumental]
--
Six-inch brain, four-inch heart
Two-inch love, two-inch love
[instrumental]
ANOTHER CANDLE AMALFI Forestville, CA 3 May 2001
(blues-rock: thumping guitar-bass figure)
She walked back to the shrine
It was the end of the road; she felt the
Madness of morning, the touch of a tendril unfolding
She put her hand to her hair
Something cold and wet hung there
Like a medallion, like a piece of some god's heart
--
[chorus:] She lit another candle, she put her hand in the flame
It felt the same as the one she'd burned before (and more)
--
The flowers were only plastic
The light was neon and spastic; it flashed
In her face, she traced out the paths of her tears
She felt it drawing near
The thing that wanted her; she smiled
At the message, she felt at the mess in her hair [chorus]
--
[break:] Some are chosen, some are called, some just fall
The shrine is ringed with blue lights, piled with coins and flowers
The colors turn to music, turn to blood, turn to passing hours
[instrumental]
--
She stumbled from the shrine
And down a twisting road; she felt the
Thing that grew inside her, and the tendrils holding
Rococo custom cancers
Custom-cooked for you you you; the time is now
Time and tide wait for no virus, no virus, no virus [chorus]
THE BOTTOM LINE (reggae) Forestville, CA 5 May 2001
How are you doing? D'ya have enough money?
Have you done anything profitable lately?
Have you done anything to destroy the Earth lately?
Have you dumped lotsa shit in the atmosphere?
--
[chorus:] Worship the bottom line
Respect the bottom line
Maximize the bottom line
--
Have you done anything to destroy the Earth lately?
Have you burned lotsa oil? Have you burned lotsa coal?
Have you filled up the waters with toxic pollutants?
Have you pumped television into billions of souls? [chorus][instr]
--
[bridge:] There's money in weapons, money in development
Money in expending non-renewable fuels
There's money in promoting global warming, global warming
There's good money in doing deals
--
And in the long run, we know who's gonna profit
Those reptilioid aliens will have a new home
The can harvest the suckers and reward the blood-suckers
Yes, yer gonna profit from the changes that come
COME TO ME (gospel) Forestville, CA 7 May 2001
When the snakes that would heal you have been killed
And the sands that would burn you have been stilled
And the wounds that would trap you have been filled with mud
Come to me, and hold my churning body
Come to me, and still my burning mind
--
When the oceans that would hide you wash the land
And the poisons that would warm you fall behind
And the family you trusted falls apart, rot and rusted
Come to me, and hold my stinking body
Come to me, and still my reeking mind
--
[break:] There's no one there to laugh
There's no one there to cry
There's no one there to pray
There's no one there to hold your pain and bite your pain
and drain your pain and stand howling in the rain
But me
--
When all the gravities that grind you fade to gray
The negativities that know you leak away
And the knife-edge that you're dancing on is broken, twisted, gone
Come to me, and hold my razor body
Come to me, and still my vapor mind
--
[instrumental] [repeat break]
--
When abstractions that you orbit are all realized
And your wet crossdressing backroads have been paved
And you alternatives are whittled down to memories you've saved
Come to me, and hold my writhing body
Come to me, and still my working mind
RUNNING FROM THE SUICIDE MACHINE (techno) Forestville, CA 7 May 2001
She's sliding down the avenues of agency and prophesy
She's checking out the future, anxious for a sign
She's lost in the fractal maze of life (but that's a given)
--
[chorus:] Running from the suicide machine
Yeah she's running from the suicide machine
--
She's shopping for organic dreams, organic drugs, orgasms
But there ain't no herbal remedies for deep genetic damage
The lines of neon weave her face an Art Deco prayer rug [chorus]
--
The Jesuits were arguing about transfiguration
The program seeme to lurch as she entered the grid
She's falling thru redactions of abstract technologies [chorus]
Note: Some lyrics on this page are adapted from lines
written by William Gibson in his book BURNING CHROME
and are used with attribution but without permission.
SURFACE TENSION (reggae) Forestville, CA 7 May 2001
Little green tomatoes can be cut in half and fried
Fragments of data can be retrieved and amplified
Just the effects of surface tension
--
Barrelsful of memory can be pushed over the falls
Illustrated histories of neon signs and pinballs
Just the effects of surface tension
--
The chips poured out like a jackpot in Nevada
The killing floor rose like a crazy metal sea
Just the effects of surface tension
--
[bridge:] The night never shades into day, never really goes away
It doesn't get bright here at all, just an indeterminate gray
--
Little green Martians can be cut in half and fried
Fragments of memory can be roped and hog-tied
Just the effects of surface tension
--
The surface tension of my life has tripled
Everything bounces off, bounces off, bounces off
Just the effects of surface tension
THERE'S A COP Forestville, CA 8 May 2001
All alone at the edge of a vision,
Past the door of the motorcycle shop
Just beyond the edge of the smokey light
There's a cop
--
All alone in the former cathedral
Past the stations and pictures and blocks
Tied down to the sacrifice alter
There's a cop
--
[break:]
She's struggling, she's sweating, she's worried, now
She's hoping, she crying, she's thirsty, now...
--
All alone in another dimension
Past the silence and beauty and thoughts
Floating by in a dance with forever
There's a cop
RAIN ON THE RIVER Forestville, CA 8 May 2001
No more cold, cold nights to shiver
No more messages to deliver
It's all past, rain on the river
It's all past, rain on the river
It's all past, rain on the river
--
No more sculpted forms to feel
No more shattered minds to heal
It's all past, under the wheel
It's all past, under the wheel
--
[break:] Just another life transition
Just another final disposition
--
No more tragedies to cover
No more madness to discover
It's all past, rain on the river
It's all past, rain on the river
It's all past, rain on the river
YOU GOT TO MOVE (gospel) Forestville, CA 8 May 2001
You got to move when the spirit says MOVE
You got to love when the spirit says LOVE
You got to bark when the spirit says BARK
You got to roll when the spirit says ROLL OVER
--
You got to hop when the voices say FROG
You got to run when the voices say where
You got to shoot when the voices say SHOOT
You got no choices when the voices are there
--
The inner voices tell you what to do
The inner voices tell you how to feel
You got to shit when the voices say SHIT
You got to heel when the voices say HEEL, BOY
--
[break:] I always listen to my voices
They're such persuasive voices
Such commanding voices
--
You got to die when the spirit says DIE
You got to live when the spirit says LIVE
You got to move when the spirit says MOVE
You got to give when the spirit says GIVE IT UP
WHY CAN'T THEY BRING YOU BACK? Forestville, CA 8 May 2001
They've got this great shiny high-tech world here
With gigabytes of gigahertz on every focking desktop
And hidden webs of nanobots crawl in and out our pockets
But why can't they bring you back from the dead?
But why can't they bring you back from the dead?
But why can't they bring you back from the dead?
--
They've got this interconnected philosophical world here
With paradigms and anagrams and algorithms up the ying-yang
Epistomological justification for every focking thing
But why can't they bring you back from the living?
But why can't they bring you back from the living?
But why can't they bring you back from the living?
--
They've got this flashy high-energy high-concept world here
With developments and focus groups, an infinitude of options
Where every possibility is charted and excited
But why can't they bring you back from the edge?
But why can't they bring you back from the edge?
But why can't they bring you back from the edge?
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