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1) Mechanics of Discorporation
a) Las Vegas
b) Neon
Oh, what of all my neon lights now?
And no one said that it was good.
But a new world was created in one day
In a ruinous sort of way
Borne of the games that nations play
Oh, what did all my banners signify?
And no one said that it was good
Pomp and circumstance and endless essays
Regarding our perfect day
Arrogance killed the cat
Jesus tried to tell us that
c) The Jar
d) Neon (part 2)
When all the dust had cleared round the clean slate children
Do you think they said that it was good?
And a witch queen rose her head
Her halo of fire shown
Though all the people were dead
The Queen was not alone...
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Towers of Ego
05:51
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2) Towers of Ego
a) The Queen Lives
Come and Gather round the ocean rises and the black fog of the night will bring on evil surprises
So we gather our power and we dance round blue flames and we scream into the night: "This is the Witch Queen's Domain!"
There's a man who claims he's Satan and he's come to enlist our aid.
He says it really doesn't matter because we're just pawns in his fucked up game.
Though his wings and tails are fearsome some believe his blackest claims
We reject his evil teachings thinking heaven and hell were destroyed as well as our Towers of Ego when the bombs fell.
So we gather our power and we dance round blue flames and we scream into the night: "This is the Witch Queen's Domain!"
b) The Lizard Variations
c) The Evil Satan and his Assistant Fiend
The Queen of Fire she looks the part forgotten is her tale unrecorded is her start
She's no witch though she's called that name but a goddess that the bomb's strange power made
The King of Earth the thunder lizard's bid for resurgence and eternal worth
Taken in by man with hood and you can bet they're up to no good
The King of Air he fills the sky with reptilian wings and tearing talons held off by the bolts of lightning
Hurled by the Queen who's power is seen by the evil Satan and his assistant fiend
Come and gather round the midnight winds of battle sweep a burning planet
And if the planet will be ours many of us must die in the coming hours.
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The Sides
05:28
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The Sides
a) Unicorns
b) The Devil Himself
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4) Mansong (The Ever Opening Newspaper)
It's midnight as usual the moon cannot be seen obscured by the smoke that our hopes and dreams went up in
The ever-present ceiling only yards above our heads is the smoke that our houses and children went up in
And we'll never see the day again. Our light is the fires and our Lady for she's got an eerie glow
These are the only suns our children will ever know
The lights as usual prowl the blackened shells of the buildings that our wealth and knowledge were stored in
We fight our battles as usual seven pigs cut eight didn't go off it didn't go off
And we'll never see Las Vegas again our gamble is the darkness outside the holy light
This is the only life our children will ever know
Murderer! Look now at the names of your organs
Hong Kong, Shanghai, New York, Mumbai, City of the Angels, City of St. Frances
Look now at the names of your systems: America, Brazil, Russia, France
And look at the body you've killed; see a biome weep at it's death
Watch a world freeze an instant to see another finger cut free
See the Solar System you've sinned.
Look at the Galaxy you've changed.
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The Battle
09:32
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5) The Battle
a) The Dream
b) The Calm
c) The Tide Rushes In
The tide rushes in, the battle begins
Along the shores of a mountain range trees blacken in the oncoming wave
And I saw ten thousand opening knights throw a glow on a flow of soldiers on the go
And I saw a crack swallow a city of lights explode with fire from which Satan rises
And we flee at the sight fearing the thunder lizard's might
I was blinded by a fire held in a woman's hand
Wintry winds freeze a tropical land dinosaurs swallow hordes of Queen's right hand man
And I saw the black wind rushing towards and island of sanity midst chaotic force
And I saw a hurricane in vain throw its sound 'gainst the battlements and be scattered around
Queen's men holding fast glad of the battle at last
d) The Trenches
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Head to Head
04:05
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6) Head to Head
a) Come to Head
Thunder lightning flying monster biting at anything there is to be had
Vegetable face running death's race through the crowded streets of a world gone mad. A world gone bad?
Death destruction few obstructions till Satan sits upon his throne of bones
Damn Queen is one her men overrun on a pinnacle willing to hold them all alone. Can she stand alone?
b) Gila Monster Stomp
c) Come to Head (part 2)
Casting balls of fire from the high wire on the heads of the dead who had put themselves up for hire
When from their midst arose a black mist face to face eye to eye a silence falls and the real battle begins
d) The Old Hag
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7) The Record Skipping
a) The Doll
b) Nirvana
Melting from the skylight a silver Lucifer and smoke
I'm dripping silver droplets on the cobblestones below
Fingernails scratch chalkboard biting the popsicle stick
As the balloon squeaks the excitement peaks
Alarm clock pierce the morning thick
But I believe I left you melting from that last barrage or three as I permanently pull into your garage and turn the key
I sense your mind lies open blasted swinging from a tree; when the music fills the air you fight to see
You love us for our power and the slaves we let you be you help us live in castles wealthy happy joyous fat and free
You had no conception of the power you gave to me and when a loser meets his match it's usually perfectly
c) The Child
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Discorporation
04:50
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8) Discorporation
a) None of This
Your sleazy backstreet tenements the rats infest your halls
And your uptown glitter showrooms specters shadows streak your walls
The lizard on your desktop was sunning
The water in a bathtub was left running
Until the streets are destroyed by grass and the wind-blown branches break your glass
Perhaps nary a wall will fall or nary a brick left standing
The city stands in it's weary calm
And none of this meant anything
b) The Horn
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Paul Roessler Los Angeles, California
Paul Roessler is a musician, composer and producer who lives in Los Angeles
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