You’ve got to quit your little charade and join the freak parade Now that your road has been paved from conception to your grave. Enormous things to do, others’ practices to eschew, To be better than you is impossible to do, But the world won’t stop without you. No, the world won’t stop without you. […]
Billy - No Control
I can recall the warm youth of a summer day, yeah: The sweetest lemonade, the darkest game arcade, And Billy had a yearning in the corner of his mind. It moved him secretly. It moved him powerfully. But prescience was lacking and the present was not all And his aptitudes were carelessly wasted. And challenging […]
You - No Control
There’s a place where everyone can be happy. It’s the most beautiful place in the whole fucking world. It’s made of candy canes and planes and bright red choo-choo trains, And the meanest little boys and the most innocent little girls, And you know I wish that I could got there. It’s a road that […]
Hey Brother Christian with your high and might errand, Your actions speak so loud, I can’t hear a word you’re saying. Hey Sister Bleeding Heart with all of your compassion, Your labors soothe the hurt but can’t assuage temptation. Hey man of science with your perfect rules of measure, Can you improve this place with […]
Culture was the seed of proliferation but it’s gotten melded Into an inharmonic whole, to an inharmonic whole. Consciousness has plagued us and we cannot shake it Though we think we’re in control, though we think we’re in control. Questions that besiege us in life are testament of our helplessness. There’s no vestige of a […]
This isn’t another new fashion, or a new wave plastic trend. Everybody’s searching for something but in the meantime let’s all just pretend. I’ve got this feeling and I don’t know what it is. This room is overcrowded, man, and I need air to breathe, yeah. Big bang, big crunch, you know there’s no free […]
It’s a love song to the self, a story recapped every day, It’s a world of bogus feelings and a world of slow decay, It’s a world of laughter hidden by this world of fear and torment, It’s a game of strange compulsion, our visceral convulsion: Anxiety for love of life, anxiety for pain, Anxiety, […]
