LYRICS

CYBER SUNDAY

DUST
i step outside and the sky is on fire burnin the fuse of all my desires. i’m celebrating getting caught in a web, cuz in my last life, i ended up dead. i was born into which (s)kin? i just override and operate a play on a mantra. the great attractor is tantric and super-position is phantom. override and operate it. welcome to the situation of semiatic satiation. i missed your misinformation - must be a glitch in my simulation cut i’m losing my patience and i can’t explain this. it’s a fall from grace, but we’re taking it in stages.

BIG BANG
LIMITLESS UNDYING LOVE… the situation seems sincere, like a saint inside the city. in the “chopping sea of “civilized life”” (thoreau), i’m beginning to think it’s nice. until it cuts you like a knife with its commodity and fetish and the spectacle of love. yeah, there’s beauty in the streets and the stars above. big bang, comin around. i was made out of light and i was born out of sound. it’s all transitory, cross your fingers, pick a method, and set it right in. set it right in. LIMITLESS UNDYING LOVE… hold tight - nothing has changed. so keep crossing your fingers. the silhouettes of the past and the shadows of the prominent figures - shoutin bang! it’s just something to say. bang! now we’re spillin the paint. see the colors shinin thru the open skies til the psionic symbols shine a little bit of light. big bang, comin around. i was made out of light and i was born out of sound. it’s all transitory, cross your fingers, pick a method, and set it right in. big bang - hear the bell ring…

THE SKY IS FALLING
the sun still sets and i’m driving west - killing every second in my sunday best. i’m driftin - dozin off at the wheel. surroundings are a blur and the scene is surreal. now i’m wide awake and both fast asleep - counting every finger right along to the beat. all you gotta do is watch the future streaming by - and forget the past with just a little try. i do it all the time - walking through walls to get ahead, hanging the hooks in everything i said, setting the sun until it’s red, killing my time until i’m dead, in the middle of the night with the stars overhead, i realize: the sky is falling and so are we. if you can break illusion, then your eyes can relax. yeah, you watch to get it on, we rip it off just like a band-aid.

SPRINKLES
we’re just killing time. send the seconds to the slaughter, let the hours drown in water. it’s the right place to be right now. everything is perfect, everything is exactly as it’s supposed to be. right here and right now. so, don’t forget to sing. i’ll burn your precious candles with my flame. but don’t be ashamed. death is a suprise party and guess who’s name is on the cake? you’re sprinkles, babe - make a wish.

THE CROWN
i’m king of the hill on burial mound. full stop - now i’m comin around. i have no patience for the trials and tribulations that keep draggin me down. while my false idol forges iron, all the sirens keep on singing in my head. when will my illusions finally get some rest? yeah, time is moving faster, and i can be a bastard when disaster strikes. cuz when the waiting tends to sting and the poor bow down and cry out for their king, but their savior has sold them out for a little bit of gold and jewels on their crown. so take a knee and bow down, pretty please, and allow me to make my case from the inside of my rattlin cage: i’m bored, i’m sick and tired, and the object of my desire is a greater level of comfort. but i don’t need your money, i just think it’s funny how it goes to your head. i don’t fear the flood or a little blood, cuz my cup runneth over with love. from the flatlands through the hellgate, there is no free will - only fate. so i’m sorry if my b.a.b.e.l. is a little bit unsettling, but i’ve been buried in a hole, inside a catacomb of skulls and bones, starin at a cellular phone as i scroll and scroll and scroll… goddam, i wish i had a little more self-control. cuz when the waiting starts to sting and the poor bow down and cry out for their king, but their savior has sold them out for another drink and more jewels on their crown. so fuck the monarchy unless i’m king.

HAPPINESS
people say that happiness is a gift. well no shit? i’ll put it down on my list. the truth is, i think that i finally got the gist: i’m so happy, i’m pissed. back back holler back holler back holler back. we don’t holler back. holler back holler back holler back holler back. little blue dreams - yeah, i got majic guides- guides guides guides guides. abstraction - i’m steppin through abstraction. if happiness is a gift, i’m so happy i’m pissed. i’d live/laugh/love, but i’m stuck in a cage and the only thing for breakfast is a bowl full of rage. so check your script - get the facts now. it’s legit - so set your act down. all the hypocrites in the scrap now… now… now… what’s so funny? momma had a baby and its head popped off! i’m on the path to abstraction.

SHAPESHIFT
let me tell you how it is. let me tell you how its gonna be. let me tell you what i really think. or let me tell you what i really think you really think you really want to hear. what do you think? last try and i’m comin around - i gotta breakaway, disobey, walkaway, fade away, whatever it takes - or any way that you want me to say it. how would you like me to say it? how’s this? peace out, call me out, i don’t care a fuck about you. not bad. drop your trends, burn your threads, grab a knife and start cuttin again to a superposition in a quantum collision. your past life has now been decommissioned. you try to play nonchalant, but you only stand up for what you want. so let me bail you out - cuz to be destroyed is better than livin in doubt... i watch wildflowers bloom in the dead of night. little starry-eyed symbols transcending the light. a grand twin cities empire, crumbling to ashes.

MONKEY MAN

SOLID GOLD
this life moves pretty quick. it’s hard to give a shit when you’re a monkey on a planet tryin to make it rich. i don’t want to be another bloody puddle out on the street - i just want to make it home - wherever i roam. if gold cannot be pure, then people cannot be perfect (proverb). you love the alchemy but not the chemistry. excuse my empathy, i heard you’re solid gold. you’re plated carefully, but something’s empty. i’d rather rust away - patina’s such a drag. thank you for calling FUTURE BABEL. if you live in the past, please hang up now. if you’d like to hear your future, press pound. my future’s pretty clear - they said the end is near. i don’t push or pull - i watch the others splittin hairs. my future’s pretty clear - my hearse is nearly here, but i just don’t give a shit, cuz i’m a monkey gettin rich. i don’t want to be another bloody puddle out on the street, i just want to make it home. but i feel like a stoned ape on rock flyin through space on planet of the apes. you think i’m kidding? i drink my chemistry from a glass of caffeine with himalayan darjeeling tea topped with banana creme and a shot of benedictine. now you’re fed up with me? you reject our alchemy? yo, kiss my chemistry, babe - i’m solid gold. now let me be clear: i’m sending all my love to all my brothers from ponce de leon to the mahatma. make no mistakes about it: i’m sending all my love, to all my sisters - across state lines and worldwide. alright, here it comes. the fire is the test of gold (proverb). i’m fired? you’re fired! my future’s pretty clear - they said the end is near, but i don’t bet on luck or give up much to the symbolism and such. my future’s pretty clear, my hearse is nearly here, but i just don’t give a shit, cuz i’m a monkey gettin’ rich. now you’re all fed up with me, but you love our chemistry. forgive my empathy, i heard you’re solid gold.

LONG STORY (SHORT)
livin' in the stacks and burnin' crypto gas. if the monkey ain't a fool, then the monkey's got a chance. two heads buttin' but they're numb to the feelin'. if there's only two sides, maybe i'm the one who's dealin'. movin' too fast to slow down (now). you're focused on the past, but your future's coming (and it's coming fast). there is just one reality left, and we are here, and it is now. it's been a long day, but i'm finally cuttin' the chains. i've come a long way - now who i am and who i was are not the same. some people get sad, some people go mad, some people react and some people sit back and silently observe without casting judgement. you're body's a cage locked up by your brain. sometimes the only win is to give up the game. just give me one minute - i'll take fifty for fame, cuz the monkey's got an ego and the ego's got the monkey on chain - and when it pours it rains, but i don't worry about a thing, cuz the monkey can't sing (but he can play guitar). (look at him go - he's showing off now). it's been a long day, but i'm finally cuttin' the chains. i've come a long way now who i am and was are not the same some people get sad, some people go mad, some people react and some people relax and watch the show like a stoic. (i'm not unconscious, i actually, feel fine). oh, can't you tell? i'm not buying what you're trying to sell. if "the best revenge is livin' well", well then: AAHAHAHAHHA! it's been a long day, stuck in the haze but the sun is comin' up and i'm catchin' her rays. i don't worry about money, cuz i got change and nothing ever stays the same. (and if it doesn't go my way, i'll still be ok, ok?).

MONKEY BUSINESS
rollin down the road with suicide doors. i blew a couple of chances, now i’m takin some more. i got passions and emotions and shit on the side. i push my paw to the floor and take my self for a ride. the things i want to do get lost in the mix cuz when you’re runnin outta bud you’re runnin outta hits, man. so i take it to eleven and burn my guitar, the amp is nuclear - i just scrape off the char. the song is so loud it gets stuck in my head. if i can’t shut it off i’m better off dead. six hours later i was stoppin for gas. smoked a joint at the pump and said goodbye to my past - peace! yeah last call’s comin and it’s comin real fast. all the monkey wants is money and the monkey wants cash. i tried to pull over but i crashed my car. i crawled out of the seat and came-to at the bar. “you just totaled your ‘67 Lincoln Continental”. well don’t get sentimental it was only a rental. goddam i thought i knew me, but i guess i was wrong, but now i’m dead to my self, but i can resurrect myself through this song. one thing left and it’s one in the same: nothing in this world is really what it seems. it can’t be a nightmare when you realize it’s only a dream. so if you want to ride with me, let me hear you scream. cuz the monkey monkey do what the monkey monkey see and what the monkey monkey hear doesn’t matter to me, but what the monkey wants to do doesn’t mean the monkey knows how. cuz all the monkey wants is money and the monkey wants cash now. and if he thinks i’m gonna pay him, he can go to hell.

GUERRILLA WARFARE
those monkeys don’t realize that their truth is just a fade. those monkeys don’t realize that it’s all inside their heads. those monkeys don’t realize it’s the best they’ve ever had. those monkeys don’t realize that one day they’ll be dead. and what’s said is said - and we can all go back to bed and dream of better days up ahead.

hack to the future

HACK TO THE FUTURE
where do I begin? i’ve got an existential post traumatic stress disorder. AKA: E-PTSD. I need annihilation just to get me through the day. cuz living forever freaks me out. i need (to get) a better perspective on time. be kind, rewind. so i’m going to build a time machine. -’m going back to (19)84. or,well, (19)85. i’m going to be marty mcfly. no wait, michael j. fox. & i’m going to kiss lorainne baines, as played by lea thompson in a (feature-length) science-fiction film about time travel. THAT’S HEAVY. researchers believe time travel could be possible by passing through black holes. unfortunately, you would be destroyed by a gravitational force called “spaghettification.” then I’ll watch it on tv in 2023 and remark to myself: that was me. yeah—time is relative and i’m still watching tv? godddam, she’s a delicate machine. i’ll tell you what else i’m going to do - i’m going to watch it all the way thru. and I never miss the credits. they just keep on rolling - scrollin and scrolling… all the way through - all the way to the end - until i’m dead. then i rewind and let it play again and again and again…

THE FUTURE’S JUST A HEAD

EVERYTHING IS BEAUTIFUL
don't ask me, I was born here. i don't comply, i destroy fear. swinging from my chandelier - who's the marionette? who's the puppeteer? I get my feedback from a dead stoic. rising up the middle path in my new persona. doesn't matter if I give in, cuz you never hit the brakes when you're driven. and I don't really fit-in, that's why I'm living like a pacifist, standing at a sit-in. i've got to fight to make it fit - i'm not a hypocrite, i just stretch-to-fit. so what's left to say? i finally got it figured out: to be destroyed is better than living in doubt. from the heir to the throne, to the lord of the manor. when the feeling is mutual, everything is beautiful. everything is beautiful even the unusual now that the illusional has come to pass... (sounds lovely) lights out and i'm underground - changin my name but my number remains the same: 612.682.3688 - txt me, it'll be great - we can talk about whatever you want. so what's left to say? everything will come around. oh, to be destroyed, is better than living in doubt. so ever present now, thank your weathered past. yo, the truth is indisputable - everything is beautiful. so what's left to say? the pendulum will swing around. yeah, to be destroyed - you know it's better than living in doubt. from the cosmic wheel, to my post-persona, in god's country: everything is beautiful.

NOT EXACTLY
gotta love or hate it. when you feel the bass you gotta face it. forget stratification—that stupid is basic. built a framework of faces. yet we can't relate it. i'm coming down with the ill communication (that's sick) - keep the past in the basement. fears are rumors - cut the slack, stitch the suture. so, you're old school... that's true, but I'm from the future. know what I'm sayin? (not exactly). if you got no leader, you got no one to follow. truth hurts, but I drink it down - makes the pill easier to swallow. but tougher to stomach if you're immune to the herd, when the pot gets stirred - sippin' on slur - i'm a ________ connoisseur. so I take my time, set the beat and start to rhyme. cuz life's divine, and if feels so good when it cuts like a knife. just cross the line and redefine every one of your lies. what is this thorn in my side? (forget it, let's go for a ride). know what i'm saying? (not exactly). alright pretty smooth right? try again... i guess that wasn't so bad. next time i'll take two. bored already? i might not make it but either way, i keep playing the game. an alter ego is still contrived - that's one in the same. peace, love, sex, drugs, trippin on designer rugs (that's true), free will, love, & friends. if life is a movie, let me know how it ends.

the world his his who can see through its pretension. what deafness, what stone-blind custom, what overgrown error you behold, is there only by your sufferance. you got to see it to be a lie. - ralph waldo emerson

WARCHILD 2.0

TRIPTYCH
i keep my eyes on the flames, but all the messages all seem to say the same things: tout le genre humain n’est qu’une famille dispersee sur la face de toute la terre (Francois Fenelon). every slave celebrates for the defector and the family, the great attractor and some unknown benefactory. they’ll remedy your memory until you start to pause. enjoy your vindication, but don’t forget the cause! thank god dead pacifists are not subject to the laws. there are no absolutes, no sub-committess, yeah art is like war—it’s not always pretty. i see the future laid out forever. i’ve cancelled all of my runtime errors. i’ve got the past facedown and i’m not looking back. you bored already? that’s ok—it’s a wild world out there. you spend all your feelings - staring at the ceiling you can see it all: betrayal, persistence, and the ability to overcome. the pieces will all come together. the edges will fade away. so patiently, all we can say: are how the hours rush aside when timing is everything. that’s why i’m looking for the slowest way home just to wander through your fire at night. you: i know you can see it if you’d try. let’s simplify: stare in to the light, let it burn alive, until your ashes float down from the sky.

II TONGUES
i watch the fountains in the rain. i pass the blame to my slipped tongue. i don’t fear the echo when it comes around and back again. third stone - the gardens of earth yeah the psychedelic cities and our two tongues - let them meet in the middle and cresendo. my black tshirt - you’ll be wearing your red dress. come and meet me at the shanker hotel - a brick wall guards the green grass from the carbon monixcide. i’ll keep you at my side. we’ll read the maps of the suns, the foreign past, and the phaneron.

(EVERYDAY) PEOPLE
why try to have it all when suffering is so satisfying. yeah, don't forget that you and me, we agree on one thing: we are the everyday people.

SLOW DECAY (OVERPLAYED)
when you balance on a string - do the surroundings suddenly matter? as you trip across the scene - watch the pieces fall and scatter? shouting: the more the better! we fall together! life is like a death trap! so watch your head & mind the gap it’s the same space - there's never a place to run or hide just like the sands of the hourglass so are the daze of our lives and just like that, you fall into a trap but don't look back and don't be afraid (what a waste) cuz when the hours go - so do the days just keep passing and reiterating and repeating everything you’re reproducing yeah all those great escapes and more! i thought that was me, eyeing the door watch your last remains - they trickle away until you realize: the spaces between the days are always fleeting now you've got yours and i've got mine but there's something I need to tell ya that's been on my mind one for the dao, two for the show, three strikes but i'm still swingin even though they keep calling me out the night will fall - another slow decay the sun will rise - and we’ll rise the same but you’re the one who’s dawning, babe i can hardly wait! its so over and over…. played its so over and over… played now we need to address a few uncommon miscellaneous subjects: 1. attachments that have passed away 2. strangers who are falling in love 3. existence with the insistence of war 4. quantum entanglement

GARDEN PARTY
YOU DO NOT WANT TO MISS! YOU WILL GET THROUGH THIS THING YOU'VE BEEN DEALING WITH. PRESS THE NUMERABLE BUTTON ONE NOW—PRESS ONE NOW! WHATEVER THEY STOLE FROM YOU, WHATEVER THE ENEMY TOOK FROM YOU, YOUR MIRACLE ANGEL IS ABOUT TO FIND IT—YOU'RE ABOUT TO SEE A CHANGE! We burn in the sun, and we sweat in the night - melting under moonlight. we're all liquid inside. we get high with the divine, watch our surroundings go live and recognize: (someday) all this will pass. so who cares about the money if the people aren't free? "every war is a civil war" [-françois fénelon], when you're human as hell—just like me! these challenges make for strange company - or could it be the latency that keeps tearing us apart? Can you bring us back to the start? THERE IS NO PARTICIPANT CODE! WHATEVER YOU'VE BEEN GOING THROUGH IN YOUR FINANCES, WITH YOUR FAMILY, EVEN WITH YOUR LOVED ONES, I'M TELLING YOU YOUR MIRACLE ANGEL IS ABOUT TO FIGHT THIS BATTLE, BUT YOU'VE GOT TO MEET ME RIGHT NOW! it's true—i'm a fool like you - i rise above, i seek the truth. why fight the old when you can build the new? then tear it all down like king solomon's tomb. the illusion is real - i'm sorry to say, but your plastic trophies are all the same. i'm taking first place on the block, and this is everything i've got: one love, two kings, three queens, and a replica of a roman god (...) judging people with man-made laws? i'm not a plebeian or bourgeois. i just let the static fade away and watch the fractals unfold like papier-mâché. we're living multi-dimensional, babe and there's a very thin line between the past and the fates. so don't be afraid: these are just the death throes.