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Epidemication
08:11
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Call it a premonition, call it what you want, but for
One full year prior to the outbreak, every single morning I'd wake up with a looming sense of doom descending upon me- with a great & choking force!
And strangely- each morning after that, rat-a-tat tat,
My waking up was met with a comforting calm and
peaceful understanding.
The times they're looking bad, and things are looking weird,
Every morning when I step outside, Joe’s standing right there.
Yes he greets me every morning, with a brand new catchy phrase,
Like, “It's crime time baby!” No way Joe, I says!
First of all, keep your voice down, they're listening! And secondly, there's cameras everywhere! Things will turn around, you know the world ain't fair, it never was,
Will it be anytime soon? Probably not! Still, you and I, we got a lot.
I don't know about you but I'm feeling lonely, scared, bored and horny!
It's an odd combination, but it's a document of sorts!
Apparently, a swarm of nogoodniks are roaming the downtown streets and causing strife.
What do you expect? A good percentage of the world's work force are stuck at home right now, and if idle hands are truly the devils playground, well, you know, chaos looms at it stands,
So just take a breath and watch from a far- it's out of our hands!
Yes, the times are looking bad, the news is all pervasive, the mood is TENSE & the air is so thick that you could chop it with an axe!
Don't get any ideas Joe, the rock n' roll's already cranked to the max & we don't need it any louder than it already is!
Yeah, I do what I can to lighten the despair at moments like this and I rib Joe by spouting,
"Isn't there some illegal weapons that need to be purchased somewhere?"
And as the side of his mouth curls up, a pesky energy emerges & Joe does a little dance while he sings…
When the ship goes down, ya' better be ready. (x4)
Okay, whatever Joseph.
Christ almighty, marvy Mohammed, and lovin' Lord Vishnu!
At least Joe’s smilin' while he's singing that crazy song!
EKH! It's creepy!
We’re right there in the middle, A lot to lose, a lot to gain,
No, it ain't crime time baby, No not yet anyway.
But I do know what you’re saying, how things are looking grim,
The game of life's also a game of chance; sometimes we lose, sometimes we win.
And if things don't pick up, there always plan B.
Heroin and cyanide for you and me.
But the good news for us all, is that the rich want to stay rich, and if the poor and middle-class do die, the richy rich? They can't survive!
It's an Epidemication, a health department violation,
It's a hairy situation, I try to rise above swearing out in public,
But fuck it, don't you know that it was a god who put all those words in my mouth?!
Fuck it north & fuck it south! MK ULTRA, Roger Smith and Charles Manson, CHECK IT OUT!
AND if we weren't all skeezed out enough, Time seems to be standing still,
That dead man in the street had a name, and his name was Dirty Phil!
Damn the lack, and damn the news! But it seems the adults are misbehaving AGAIN; their corruption is absolute! There’s protests in the streets, and there's black birds, yellow birds, all sorts of birds singing in the dead of night, and it's almost unbelievable. You're telling me that racism still exists? Well, is it any wonder that the disenfranchised are pissed?!
It's like my neighbours who hate me because they simply don't know me, the general lack of imagination must be spotlighted here! I guess it's like THAT but times 10, yet so very much more than that, over and over again!
BING BANG dica dica DING DANG, breath, breath, breath, breath, breath, breath , ba-ba-
ba-ba-ba-ba-ba- ba breathhhhhhhh.
Peace and calm, prayers to you all.
I'm getting a bit tired now, A hot shower and some Netflix,
An ice pack and a sip and I'll be back counting sheep,
Saying some prayers, and crying myself back to sleep!
Although later on, it's later in the wee small hours that I'll tend to my devastated crop of thoughts, that’s wrought with the humble dreams that I dare not to re-imagine.
And that comforting calm and peaceful understanding I mentioned, oh 7 minutes back there and around?
Well perhaps we're in the eye of the hurricane, so to plan is fruitless, to predict is inane!
It's an Epidemication, a worn and weirded out staycation.
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Welcome to the strangest times of our lives. You’re here, I’m here, for better or worse, we’re all in this together. So, take a seat, and take a breath… Go ahead, take a deep breath, not bad right?
Although life ebbs and flows, and isn’t always perfect, I often wonder what we did right to deserve this rich and varied existence. Putting aside the forgettable everyday gripes, grievances and the odd tragedy here and there; I feel we have ourselves a little piece of paradise.
Irregardless of any unfortunate unpredictable roads that may lie ahead, we’re rich with breathtaking masterpieces. The natural wonders, the world of science, dancing, singing, the people in our lives and those special little moments between us
Whoever came up with all this organized chaos, whether it be a god, some alien mastermind, or whoever you think is pulling the strings, they made it for us; letting it all float like a feather down to our feet, available for anyone who cares to pick it up at their leisure
Yes, it seems unthinkable that these situations where we see glimpses of the ethereal possibilities beyond us could just slip away and be-
Uh, hold that thought
Hello there, yep, this is George. Haha, yeah. I’m quite content with my current service, actually you’re interrupting a very important-
Sorry about that, you’ll have to remind me where I left off, give me a sec
Pardon me? Well, first off, I definitely never asked for any of these changes, so I suggest- What? I can’t hear you, can you speak up? Yeah listen, I have to go… Well, actually that’s a pretty good deal
Um, listen, I’m interested, but please, you’re going to have to call me back tomorrow. Yup, anytime after 11am. Yes, that’s fine. No, I don’t have another phone line. Yup, okay, sounds fine; I have to hang up. Talk tomorrow. Yes, okay. I’m hanging up now, it’s very much appreciated, thank you
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There'll Be No Dancing
04:28
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I could try all night, to find the right bass line
A snare that snaps just right, to roll along the beat
I'm not all there in mind, and you're not here with me
To get my limbs in sync, yes the beat has died indeed
And try as I might, I can’t grasp the offbeat
Or that little thing that fully throws me off my timing
I can't dance, no there'll be no dancing
I can’t dance this time
Perhaps a double suicide
Okay… perhaps, just maybe, just maybe
I've gone too far this time
But I will not, why should I? How could I?
There'll be no dancing!
I remember the days after my mother died
My daddy stopped his bird-like whistling
Which reminds me of the Andean Condor
When losing its mate, looses all belief, and plunges
Off his Peruvian cliff side, and down to its demise
Very romantic indeed
I could stretch it out, I could pull it in
Snap and roll and glide, but I can't hit my stride
I could only guess, where you are tonight
I’m not whole without you, and I'm very lonely too
And the thought of you not coming back might just kill me
It's your smiling face, that gets me out of bed each morning
I can't dance, no there'll be no dancing
I can’t dance this time
Perhaps a double suicide
Oh no, okay… perhaps, just maybe
I've gone too far this time
But I will not, why should I? How could I?
There'll be no dancing!
I remember when Dad, my bro and I took a ride
To go and see my uncle who was ailing
Just to think that these two old guys
Who were at the end of their lives
Yes, we all knew, it’d likely be their very last time
To say their last goodbyes
Yes, yes, such moments brand themselves into the mind
And seem to unveil the secrets of beyond
It’s the silence in-between that speak the words
That can never possibly explain
So, if only for a moment, let there be silence
And then, once we’ve reconciled, and we’re ready
Let us all dance once more
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Let’s imagine for a few minutes that our lives, this reality, was an epic adventure story, the type of lasting fable that old people tell to the young when times are calm and the mood is just right.
Let’s imagine that we’re in a humble enclosure where the walls are stuffed with straw and clay; that the room is lit by candlelight, and we're cooking our food and warming ourselves by the crackling fire.
Let’s imagine that in this hero’s journey our lives had a plot line dictating that our destiny was led by the back and forth battle of good and evil. If this were the case, which side would you be on? How hard would you try to live your life by society's rules? Where your moral instinct leads you down the right path, the path of the golden rule (as it were), the path that treats every man equal. Yes, let’s get our kicks, but just as long as we don’t hurt anyone, is that so hard? Is that too much to ask? There’s so many reasons to be negative nowadays…
Agreed!
Oh, hello, THUNDERCLAP! I didn’t see you there.
Haha, oops, I didn’t mean to startle ya, George. May I?
Oh yes, by all means!
Well, my thought is that there's so many opportunities to be competitive against your neighbour, and so many reasons to cause divisiveness for the purpose of feeling righteous.
I couldn’t agree more.
Not trying to pat myself on the back, but I always prided myself on the fact that I didn’t have to be a coke fiend to get it up; I could get it up by clean living. Actually, I could get it up harder and longer with clean living and honest intentions, but it’s not a contest, I’m just saying…
And although what I just said hinted at the idea of righteousness, it wasn’t my intention. All I’m trying to say, is-
Stop rocking the boat! Yes, haha…
I wouldn’t have exactly put it that way, but… anyways, may I?
Yes of course, after you!
Well, if it all went sideways and you lived in a village running around half naked, hunting and gathering, and you know, indulging in some sticks and stones etcetera… a great many of us might be conducting ourselves a great deal different then we are now. Your priorities would be unrecognizable, life would revert to a trusting eye-to-eye handshake and each person’s reputation.
Like it or not, survival of the fittest would be at play. Pain in the ass instigators, gossipers, thieves and complainers would be undoubtedly left behind in the desert to die.
But for now, access to the world and all of its knowledge is at our beck and call, right at our fingertips… Impressive! I’m sure you’re all using it to the best of your abilities and imagination.
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Monster Of Speed
03:39
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Oh don't be slow, slow, slow
I'm not trying to be mean when I say
Oh, wipe that drool away
You must gain speed, speed, speed
There ain't no time to eat or to pee
When you've got people to meet and places to be
Oh, there's only so much time to fight off boredom
So, let’s be honest
We must do what we do well
It will be swell
I'm a monster of speed
Looking down on the trees
Ruling the highways and byways as I please
You may think that I'm mean
My fists fall down
On the harvest of humanity
Like cold, uncaring locusts
Of an unearthly justice
Yes, life can be fine
When you don't follow the rules
And you follow the fools
Hey, sometimes don't be afraid to lose
Yes, all in good time, for good measure
You'll see, it will be fine
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Yes sometimes I am the first in line
Rather than that great leader I am in my mind
Sometimes our rules just don't apply
One more time to the back of the line
My chance is gone - Bye bye!
But not you. You wouldn't do it
You are not a snake
You are a little, a little like a silver plane
And those around you reflect your sheen
A blinding reflection of the substance you bring
Our peripheral senses sift out the side door
The forgettable things that were meant to ignore
And here i am wasting away
Fretting ‘bout nothing all hours of the day
It’s a breakdown!
But not you. You wouldn't do it
You are not a snake
You are a little, a little like a silver plane
And those around you reflect your sheen
A blinding reflection of the substance you bring
I took 1 or 2 just for the team
Then blows 3 and 4 were just to grease up the grease
I thought I had been left behind
One more time like a sucker that takes it in stride
Oh my!
But not you. You wouldn't do it
You are not a snake
You are a little, well, little like a silver plane
And those around you reflect your sheen
A blinding reflection of the substance you bring
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He still can’t sleep as the dusty heater hangs humming from the ceiling, and the albatross still hovers above him. He still can’t eat and the chores sit all around him untouched, yet the albatross still hovers above him
“The bloody bird left you, and now it’s with me,” he thought, “And once it leaves me it will inevitably be with him or her, them or they, it’s with all of us, each one of us individually or together, we can’t kill it, and we shall not blame it.”
While the albatross hangs there in the air hovering above him, he contemplates, then concludes, and mutters in a soft, ugly way… “ohh, I zigged when I should have zagged!” and whether there was any break or brevity in the lag, the albatross would still hover above him
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Oh Yes, Here It Is
03:04
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If you took one step down the path of sin
Be prepared for destruction, boy
Of black and blue extremes
And don't be surprised to wake up and find
Yourself someplace you thought
You'd never ever be
And with that in mind, step right the first time
And chart a course with no end
With no roof to hit your head
And don't forget to put the walls out on the curb
And don't be disturbed
That there's no floor beneath your feet
So, uh you know, what I was saying before
One must sacrifice for focus
And delve deep to the core
Wait, I've lost my track of thought again
Help me here. What was I saying?
Oh yes, here it is
So, with such power and possibilities
You might guess you'd get bored
Well, understand you can control that too
There's nothing you can’t do
You could float through space
Conjuring schemes, inventing feelings
Easy at your whim
The truths in life comes to us in rhyme
The message seems to be, unrelenting
“Don't mess with me
‘Cause I
Always win”
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A Cinematic Prayer
05:44
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Retreat to my dreams, where survival is simple
Where rules are upheld by the galloping hoof
By freedom and justice and a split hair decision
Where an empire was built and rebuilt again
Bright bands of colour swell well to the vista
Let's forget about the lies that weighted our shoes
So long to me and good luck to you
And cue the music, cue the sunset
That sparkles off the water
Forever and ever verbatim
I'm taken back by this void, and this thickening fog
I have an ill feeling I've been thrown to the dogs
There's a cup of bitter pain that starts each day wrong
Oh, this drizzling rain, and these hard feelings that remain
Bright bands of colour swell well to the vista
Heroes and villains are well defined one more time
So long to me and good luck to you
And cue the music, and cue the faith
That allows bad men to be good
Forever and ever verbatim
Retreat to my dreams, and forget this ever happened
Retreat to a new, and in just a few
We'll judge what that scuffle was that left us all breathless
And leave it by the wayside as we ride off one last time
Bright bands of colour swell well to the vista
Let's forget about the lies that weighted our shoes
So long to me and good luck to you
And cue the music, cue the sunset
That sparkles off the water
Forever and ever verbatim
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It was the last dinner they’d have together, just the three of them; him, her and the boy, a family. As the boy peered through the doorway, he watched like a ghost, fruitlessly attempting to compose himself. She was appearing and disappearing behind the walls of different rooms on the other side of the house with an apparent inane lack of purpose
The heavy weight of inescapable circumstance felt like the earth's gravity had actually increased. He knew what the man knew as they glanced at each other with the unstable energy of vibrating glass. Were the glimpses of her still real? Those glimpses of her true self, the self that they both came to know so well over the years. Well, those glimpses might never be seen again after they all retired that night. He knew it. The boy knew it. But, she did not - she was leaving in the morning
How does one conduct themselves during such harsh, contrasting moments of painful reality that can’t be interpreted or deciphered without years of contemplation and experience? The two had a secret that they couldn’t tell her, they wanted to but they couldn’t, because it would have made things worse. They loved her so much that they refused to torture her, and had no choice but to torture themselves instead
It was twilight and before they approached the dinner table, the woman put her hand on the tall boy’s throat in a loving yet peculiar way, and with a kind smile, gently spoke his name. They sat down to dinner, the man's swollen red eyes and contorted face not so subtly quivered as he tried his best to maintain some semblance of normality during what the boy & himself knew would be their last meal together, their last meal with her
The boy, although struggling himself from crumpling to the ground, was able to attempt small talk and to ask small questions to capture any final flickers of her life’s recollections & to somehow make these pivotal unforgettable moments special in some inconceivable way. He tried to make her laugh when he saw the chance, and she did, when she wasn’t distracted by the invisible voices and unwanted strangers only she was privy to
There’s a unique sound from the grotesque type of horror that is released, from secrets that are bottled up for too long. When the pressure is released, that horror comes rushing out. It squeals and moans like a man who’s been forced to do cruel acts; horrid and inhumane acts in front of a witness they respect. It’s the type of horrible sound that could splinter the mind and shatter the psyche
To cry in front of another person, as if they’ve already passed on is indescribable, it’s a nightmarish pain that comes from, in this case, a questionable betrayal that some will know and some will not. There’s disturbing tricks and sleight of hand. It’s like the old saying goes, “it’s real if you believe it’s real.” Well, this saying has the mentality one must adopt to sidestep this particular nightmare, if only for a minute or a moment. It’s all you might need to keep the truth, the lesser of two deadly dogs from biting your heels; to keep your beautiful bird undisturbed and aloft, unscathed without much bother or complaint for as many moments of peace that are gifted yet drifting away
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We all lose someone sometimes
And when we do, the crying fills up all the day
And all you want is to run away
And when you're not grieving, you sleep & eat
And avoid answering the door
And don't call my phone, cause no one’s home!
I know the world seems cruel
It all looks random and you feel alone out there
But, I assure you there's someone who really cares
We all lose someone sometimes
It's never easy and it seems like time stands still
And it feels wrong that the world goes on
Distractions badly needed, just entertain me
As to blank my tortured mind
Frustrated 'cause I can't turn back time
I know the world seems cruel
It all looks random and you feel alone out there
But I assure you there's someone who really cares
The massive investment we made in them was huge
Emotionally, and psychologically to name just a few
And as we think this existence as measurable and concrete
The idea of death is an abstract beast- to say the very least
The idea that this strong soul that pervaded our lives just leaves
It's cruel and terrible - it causes the inevitable. That being:
An unsolvable riddle that must be deciphered and explained
And so the brain breaks
And unrelenting unstoppable tears; wash over your swollen face
It's the exact same tones and colours of your
Standard nervous breakdown
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An Afterthought
01:05
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There, there. Be gentle
As time heals all wounds, it's also time that will reassemble the mind
Things will never be the same, things will just be different
There will be happy times ahead
Be glad and grateful for the times you shared together
It’s indescribably unique, though it’s all sadly fleeting
It’s also very special, and very, very real
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Bon Voyage Sweet Chicken
03:18
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I had a roommate and her name was Chicken
She was a rascal - squee!
She wore fluff pants and watched me shower
And liked when I checked her knees!
Combing her hair was her only vice
She didn't do drugs, that was nice
Every night when I got home, she'd be at the door
Singing this song for me
Chewy, bite, fluff, toot - jump, run, scratch
Chewy, bite, jump, run, squee
Chewy, bite, fluff, toot - jump, run, scratch
Chewy, bite, jump, run
Kicky kick, jump, bite, squee
One day like this, like any other day
The chicken just had to leave!
A cardboard cloud rode down on a rainbow
And beamed chicken into her seat!
Everyone there on board was glad
To have a new friend who was super rad
As they flew up into space, the star of the show
Looked back singing this to me
Chewy, bite, fluff, toot - jump, run, scratch
Chewy, bite, jump, run, squee
Chewy, bite, fluff, toot - jump, run, scratch
Chewy, bite, jump, run
Kicky kick, jump, bite, squee
Believe you me, I think she knew how good she had it here
I feel that good life helped her bloom into the upper tiers
Of bigger things out there, explosive spurts of magic everywhere
Now she spends all day in the playground
With all you can eat whipped cream!
Squishing in the sun while the wind blows her hair,
She swims when she's not climbing trees!
And guess who's there?
It's Plant, Space Spider, & Cheeta Mouse
They all live in a house.
And look there's Lazer, Taco & the Cowboy
Showing home movies of Chicken’s old family
And they were singing
Chewy, bite, fluff, toot - jump, run, scratch
Chewy, bite, jump, run, squee
Chewy, bite, fluff, toot - jump, run, scratch
Chewy, bite, jump, run
Kicky kick, jump, bite, squee
Everybody!
Chewy, bite, fluff, toot - jump, run, scratch
Chewy, bite, jump, run, squee
Chewy, bite, fluff, toot - jump, run, scratch
Chewy, bite, jump, run
Kicky kick, jump, bite, squee
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Is someone grumpy? No matter what age you are, we’re all just a bunch of silly little kids, aren’t we?
So, take a nap when you feel mad, go to sleep when you feel sad, it could be one of the hardest days you’ve ever had
BUT, when you doze off, it’s kinda like flying in a time machine, you want to fly in a time machine, don’t you? You're transported through time and space, and when you wake up there’ll be peace upon your face
Close your eyes and wash away the bad thoughts. Each day is a phase
When you’re in torment, each minute feels like a year. Slumber can be measured to the blink of the eye; let someone else wait out the fear in real time
You don’t need to die to transition to the other side, just go beddie-bye, nap it away all my…
All my special little stars, all you queer little beans. Beings caught in the currents of all your silly self importance, confusion and misguided feelings
Your eyes are getting tired. Yes, lower those lids and hunker down in the dark, you children filled with dread. Take control, and let your feelings control you no more
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I see an airplane flaming and falling down, soft from the sky
Silent like everyone inside was focusing on the sound of stalled jets
And the winds howling and hugging the body and stroking its wings
Oh, how I once enjoyed you touching my hair
Much has been said and written; what will they believe?
Hypothetically when the smoke cleared away, and you could pose just one question
What would it be? what would it be?
Well let me tell you this, yes I know what you'll ask; and I'm innocent!
Quality was the foundation of our TCB
My mentors wore sequins and tap shoes
And get this, my homework was dancing and singing the blues
My mother would wake me when James was on TV (…James Brown)
Yeah, me and my brothers were dancing machines
Sometimes I wonder what I'd want that money can't buy
Then I'd ask myself what if I could sing, the last song that you'd hear
When you'd take your last breath, your last breath of air
Would it make you think good things and give you peace of mind?
Of what is worthwhile, in the fog of mankind
In the fog of mankind
I'm a bit like a figment of an overactive mind
Or a little like a magician that dumbfounds and surprises
I'll appear long enough, so as to prove that I exist
Then vanish before you figure out the reason I am missed
You know, a wrong place, a wrong time are real things
I don't just jump through hoops, do parlor tricks, or take requests or rely on shtick
Yet, sometimes I'm compelled to break into song
Or do things with my body that reminds you of a god
Now it's time that I confess this to someone if you'll lend an ear
So I wish I could sleep, but I just can't, and just know
If I can't sleep, it's not fair to my fans
I feel devilish forces are trying to kill me
I hope it's not the Prince or Sir Paul McCartney (just kidding)
It was decades ago when it started turning sideways for me
The great cola war wasn't worth it at all
Because all these years later, it's changed me in ways that I can't believe
The last thing I'll say when looking back at my past; I thank you
And I'll be upstairs signing some last autographs
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Be Resurrected Tonight
04:12
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Be resurrected tonight!
As the clouds saunter past the moon,
Yes, raise your finger in the air,
And share related obscure facts,
In the way you used to do.
Be resurrected tonight!
Recite Japanese poetry,
Grasp ancient secrets of Sanskrit,
Tell a knock knock joke in Latin,
Or in any tongue you please.
CHORUS
No fame was sought, no sins were bought, no falsities did you claim,
Patron saint of artists, weʼre calling out your name,
Walk amongst your harvest once again.
Be resurrected tonight!
With Dante escape from the flames,
Teach by your gentle examples,
If you thought your ways escaped us,
Well, you better think again.
Be resurrected tonight!
Blend olive oil, vodka and herbs,
Mix in the essence of wormwood,
Turn it into superpowers,
Advance the super absurd.
Two weeks before you left, you closed your bank accounts,
And showed us what came out, you threw it in the air,
Because you didnʼt care. Yea, isn't life so funny?
Although Chernobyl hurt you, it didn't kill you first;
We actually suspect it was the tainted liverwurst.
CHORUS
Be resurrected tonight!
Tell St. Peter you will return,
After you visit Vincenzo’s,
Eat your corn muffin for breakfast,
And share it with the sparrows.
Be resurrected tonight!
That Farnsworth, he had a strange dream,
Of burned out melted techno gear,
A black path leading to darkness,
He thinks you sent a warning.
Two weeks before you left, apparently you knew,
Like mom and dad did to, when their time came as well,
You believed all who had faith, were given ample warning,
To pack up all their things, and tie up the loose endings.
Say goodbye to pain and strife & greet sweet paradise.
CHORUS
No fame was sought, no sins were bought, no falsities did you claim,
Patron saint of artists, weʼre calling out your name,
Walk amongst your harvest…
Walk amongst your harvest…
Walk amongst your harvest once again.
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Well, it’s been a slice. We did it all, we came, we saw, and although we didn’t conquer, we certainly walked away relatively unscathed. But yes, that was a real head scratcher wasn’t it? Hospitals, masks, and government enforced lockdowns. Homelessness, vaccines, and greed mongering clowns. Tiger-man, Netflix, sanitizers, foreign threats, panic buying and hoarding, grants to keep us afloat and loans to pay back the favour. Conspiracy theories, unanswered queries, and oh, who could forget? The world wide political divisiveness
Oh, what a mess. But as bad as you think it has been, I suppose the silver lining of it all is that life is cyclical, and life on earth has always been consistently strange
Just ask the older generations, go on, they’ll tell you that there’s always been problems a-brewin’, trouble a-poppin’, and there most likely, and unfortunately, always will be. I’d like to believe that each one of us will find our moment to step up, to lend a hand, righting the wrongs when we individually have the strength to
Pick your battles wisely, my friends, and in the meantime, try not to pay much mind to gossip, or too much of the news. There’s nary many of us who can do a thing about it, so there’s just no need to let such things ruin a perfectly good day
In the meantime, before the next weird predicament or anomaly takes us all by surprise; spread around the smiles and the compliments, smell the roses and have some fun! A heartfelt thank you from THUNDERCLAP, all his friends, and myself, George Noory
We all sincerely hope that you enjoyed these… Strange Songs for Strange Times
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Thunderclap! Niagara Falls, Ontario
Niagara Falls' THUNDERCLAP is a one-man band exploring surreal themes with catchy tunes, exhilarating live shows and thought-provoking lyrics.
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