lyrics and plan
HEY... you probably don't want to read this. It'll seem weak and fruitless and a lot of the interesting... nuances that i'll be dragging out with my voice will be lost from your eyes.
So.. don't read this. It's just here so i CAN'T lose it. I still have to memorize it all, you know.
my chin should bleed a bit or have a spot of blood on it.. but i digress, partially, already from
a figure, red from the head, descends from a clouded thunder-cap and if you will, a bitter pill, his tabliture..
opiates... and a light for the middle of
a telling for town bellows out as though a touring show with a microphone hiding teeth from sight
(build) the figure speaks of "spite when the animals delight"
a flash following thunder-clap electrofucks the figure, (speak) which is what happens when polarities get messed up.. and people go back to the heaven from whence they came.... and with a bit of luck my mic'll be safe to the touch but i digress, already, again
a present of meta-fiction, a quarter-hour on television, and men opening mouthes in Earth.
and men, with his industry, strip-mining and rock quarries, erecting monuments to his erectile difficulties
for two years, intermittently, a bird flew in through the men's chimney and got ash on the fucking carpet fuck
(change)
men paid most birds little mind, undoing of course the dodo.. with the dog, and some greater abominations
(build) but figure advised "all the fish in the world are going to die"
men's great mouthes relocate stone and steel, dissipated into the downtown core of cities to build teeth white with cheque-books and bills
TD Square and Scotia bank on their success, boxing men into a tight geometry, into great teeth full of hands and wheels
men protect themselves from birds with windowpanes, and birds become splat plaques in the flats of the teeth
(build) and the figure voiced "there's choice before the animals rejoice!"
silly men with their atrocities (speak) did a real number on the ozone layer and the rain-forests couldn't create enough oxygen and the polar ice cap catastrophe awoke a great monster with a hundred bladed knees forged in iron and men had overfished the sea so when most of the fertile land flooded the surviving population had no food to eat so they turned to cannibalism and the surviving animal population laughed in union(stop dead)
(speak, switch patch) the laugh could be heard from all nine parts of deep space.
(instrumental)
(birds and keys)
(claps and mouth sounds)
(guitar)
(plug mic back in, but FIND SOME WAY TO MUTE IT THAT CAN BE EASILY UNMUTED FOR THE ENDING)
(snare.. silky rolls)
(ride)
(distortion)
(fill... break in with tom and crash)
(vamp, switching PS with big mutes on the drums for emphasis)
(scream, unmic'd, during the mutes)
(fade the distortion out on the loop)
(stop cymbals, so it sounds like a compressed tunnel beat.. really tribal)
(throatsing into the delay... write some lyrics.. beatbox? scream intermittently)
(still drumming)
(cut everything at once.. end with a ting or somethig)
So.. don't read this. It's just here so i CAN'T lose it. I still have to memorize it all, you know.
my chin should bleed a bit or have a spot of blood on it.. but i digress, partially, already from
a figure, red from the head, descends from a clouded thunder-cap and if you will, a bitter pill, his tabliture..
opiates... and a light for the middle of
a telling for town bellows out as though a touring show with a microphone hiding teeth from sight
(build) the figure speaks of "spite when the animals delight"
a flash following thunder-clap electrofucks the figure, (speak) which is what happens when polarities get messed up.. and people go back to the heaven from whence they came.... and with a bit of luck my mic'll be safe to the touch but i digress, already, again
a present of meta-fiction, a quarter-hour on television, and men opening mouthes in Earth.
and men, with his industry, strip-mining and rock quarries, erecting monuments to his erectile difficulties
for two years, intermittently, a bird flew in through the men's chimney and got ash on the fucking carpet fuck
(change)
men paid most birds little mind, undoing of course the dodo.. with the dog, and some greater abominations
(build) but figure advised "all the fish in the world are going to die"
men's great mouthes relocate stone and steel, dissipated into the downtown core of cities to build teeth white with cheque-books and bills
TD Square and Scotia bank on their success, boxing men into a tight geometry, into great teeth full of hands and wheels
men protect themselves from birds with windowpanes, and birds become splat plaques in the flats of the teeth
(build) and the figure voiced "there's choice before the animals rejoice!"
silly men with their atrocities (speak) did a real number on the ozone layer and the rain-forests couldn't create enough oxygen and the polar ice cap catastrophe awoke a great monster with a hundred bladed knees forged in iron and men had overfished the sea so when most of the fertile land flooded the surviving population had no food to eat so they turned to cannibalism and the surviving animal population laughed in union(stop dead)
(speak, switch patch) the laugh could be heard from all nine parts of deep space.
(instrumental)
(birds and keys)
(claps and mouth sounds)
(guitar)
(plug mic back in, but FIND SOME WAY TO MUTE IT THAT CAN BE EASILY UNMUTED FOR THE ENDING)
(snare.. silky rolls)
(ride)
(distortion)
(fill... break in with tom and crash)
(vamp, switching PS with big mutes on the drums for emphasis)
(scream, unmic'd, during the mutes)
(fade the distortion out on the loop)
(stop cymbals, so it sounds like a compressed tunnel beat.. really tribal)
(throatsing into the delay... write some lyrics.. beatbox? scream intermittently)
(still drumming)
(cut everything at once.. end with a ting or somethig)
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