'Before It All Implodes'
Lyrics
01 - Expert Now
Offense taken, all systems are go
Poking holes, zinger-missiles about to blow
Dug shit up on my second screen
Only see what I want to see
Control C, control V - I'm an expert now
Generate hate, no consequence
The good ol' boys will go ahead and build that fence
'Fore they let me go, one final salute
"Fuck you, eat shit & die" - Is that your truth?
I'm an expert now
Your feet are stuck - Our emotions sound shrill
You're living a lonely life now - Connected at will
Like the wise men posed - One simple law
If you don't like the effects
Don't produce the cause
I said - If you don't like the effects
Don't produce the cause, no
I'm an expert, I'm an expert, I know all that stuff
I've had it fed to my mind in tiny bite-sized chunks
I'm an expert, I'm an expert, I've read all the blogs
The articles and editorials on iamright.com
I'm an expert, I'm an expert - And you are not
Out of sight, closed my mind, at least I know what's up
At least I know what's up
At least I know what's up, at least I know what's up, yeah
02 - Sir Jamalot's Chambers
Welcome to Sir Jamalot's Chambers (chambers)
Leave your mind at the door (at the door)
Come on in and don't be shy, no
Check these funky grooves we've got in store, yeah
When your mind starts falling apart
Speak freely and open your heart (ooh!)
To the groove and the sensual sound
The greatest state of mind that will ever be found, ah yeah
When life's problems start getting you down
Take a moment and look around (ooh!)
Feel the world, your understanding will improve
Be part of the Electric Church, put your needle in our groove, ah yeah, alright
Welcome to Sir Jamalot's Chambers (chambers)
Leave your mind at the door (at the door)
Come on in and don't be shy, no
Check these funky grooves we've got in store, yeah
Welcome to Sir Jamalot's Chambers (chambers)
Leave your mind at the door (at the door)
Come on in and don't be shy, no
Check these funky grooves we've got in store, yeah
03 - .bliss
Free flow of information, pours down upon our heads
Peace through rain - you're unwilling to get even your toes wet
It's easier than ever - for the worst ones yet
Strangers were my God, a single taunt their eternal wrath
Thinly veiled razorblades, beneath my tongue a cavalcade
Of tears in the velvet veil - Feral fears, take them all away
But then you find out (but then you find out)
You can yell just as loud
As any other 12-year-old on the cloud
Such a pretty girl, caught up in her device
Duality nullified, singularity exemplified
Imprisoned herself online, one day I'll make her mine
Way back when, we was all shovelin' dirt
The word 'like' implied emotion,
those sounds were made by birds
Now where ya gonna go, whatcha gonna do with that pile of hurt?
But then you find out (but then you find out)
You can yell just as loud
As any other 12-year-old on the cloud
04 - Propaganda Paradise
Whose land is bigger?
Whose guns are louder?
Who works on nuclear fission?
Who has the most eating competitions?
It's those who plan and live, manipulate and play
Keep for themselves and give, kill and pray - now
In a propaganda paradise
TV - shed some light
On these current events
Another case of telecide
Without any pretense
It's those who plan and live, manipulate and play
Keep for themselves and give, kill and pray - now
In a propaganda paradise
Inept, in-depth, live on the scene
Shocking, useless, death toll of eighteen
See all, know naught, confident conceit
Hypothermia of mind and soul, can't feel my feet
How sweet it must feel to trump humanity
Bannon, O'Reilly, Trump or Hannity
Black or white, fight or flight, psychosis prolonged
Reality - the fallacy that beauty could ever be wrong
And although we feed
We must bite the hand
Of gurus, quacks, disease
Selling snake oil on demand
It's those who plan and live, manipulate and play
Keep for themselves and give, kill and pray - now
In a propaganda paradise
05 - Look Ahead
My love - my dear, my hope, my happiness
I was born in a blissful state of ignorance
I've failed, I've loved, I've lost, I've changed my ways
I recall times when I felt fine most days
Scent of our garden, kids running free
(Look ahead) Look ahead and don't see
White picket fence, a suburb in peace
(Look ahead) Look ahead and don't see
Wake up with her, feeling so free
(Look ahead) Look ahead and don't see
Seeking God - a Spanish beauty caught my mind
The rains began when I lost what wasn't mine
Good times took time to digest
The face of loss is one I'd never forget
Scent of our garden, kids running free
(Look ahead) Look ahead and don't see
White picket fence, a suburb in peace
(Look ahead) Look ahead and don't see
Wake up with her, feeling so free
(Look ahead) Look ahead and don't see
I find - my glass is empty, my mind is skewed
A fifth floor depression with a view
Over love, girls and boys, somehow sharing their toys
Scent of our garden, kids running free
(Look ahead) Look ahead and don't see
White picket fence, a suburb in peace
(Look ahead) Look ahead and don't see
Wake up with her, feeling so free
(Look ahead) Look ahead and don't see
06 - Funk ∞ #8
Coursing through my veins
Nearly opaque
Your light supreme, feed me your love
And the sound remains
Blasting angst away
I think I'd rather stay in my Funk Infinity Eight, no
Slow walk, blank stare
Fast approach, soft hair
Please move on, I may have ceased to care
Squeezin' my brain
For more words to say
Think I'd rather stay in my Funk Infinity Eight, no
07 - Habitat
What a world, our paradise
Universal truth - beset by lies
Soft light, softer breeze
Listening to the birds and bees
Adore it all, before it's too late
There they are - Barbarians at the gates
Poppy fields and willow trees
This day was made for you and me
But we neglected, we forgot
The simple stories told to us
Soon you'll feel
It is real
Take good care of other's stuff
Be careful with that fragile love
Rising fast
Your view won't last
This world O.D.'d
On you and me
Spittle, red hot
Dribbling down its cheeks
Beads of sweat, now
Covering valleys and peaks
We used to get along, I'd sing your song
You'd cover my ass as time went on
But we neglected, we forgot
The simple stories told to us
It goes both ways
Wouldn't you say?
Take good care of other's stuff
Be careful with the one you love
We've all made
A world to hate
08 - Riptide
n/a
09 - Unknown
The lantern is broken
Get your bearings despite the cover of the night
You sense a motion
Is it something out of sight, a spectre of your mind?
A creak, a crack, a thumping in your chest
Monsters don't exist, but something is amiss
Shake it off, your head knows best
Put on a silly grin, nearly got yourself convinced
One step to the abyss
The unknown is approaching fast
Or is it?
The unknown is coming for your ass
Or is it?
Your threats, soft-spoken
You wish you could dismiss the shadows in the mist
Your throat is closing
Stomach in a twist, you clench your sweaty fist
You can feel it breathing down your neck
Unfamiliar place, fake courage on your face
You try to steady your legs
Gotta pick up the pace, flee just in case
It's something you can't face
The unknown is approaching fast
Or is it?
The unknown is coming for your ass
Or is it?
10 - Hold
I wish I had something to say to you
Besides “dreams don't come true”
The actions and reactions that have led us here
I'll stand trial - Good luck finding my peers
Autographed photographs, worth their weight in gold
There's three million callers ahead of you, please hold
Scribbled lines, passing time, a touch of blues applied
Guess I'll stay on the line, I'd rather wait and hide
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11 - (If Only I Were) Woody/Protest Song
There's a storm that's a-brewin' in our cities and our minds
Fear turned to anger, angrily shutting the blinds
Fake news, a faker ruse - screamin', lost their grip
The devil's advocates can join them aboard their sinking ship
Oh, how we need Woody back around
To sing some sense into the hearts of those who bring us down
The royal us, the loyal us, the sum of all our parts
Woody'd kill those fascists quick with nothing but his art
Whether it's alt or neo, I don't like the sound
No need to repeat, it was shit the last time around
Look out in those corners, flood the recessed cracks
No more debatin', they print their own damn book of facts
Oh, how we need Woody back around
To sing some sense into the hearts of those who bring us down
The royal us, the loyal us, the sum of all our parts
Woody'd kill those fascists quick with nothing but his art
It's rooted in their failure, the path these schmucks choose
Bleak thoughts, blame another, ya got nothin' to lose
Given up enjoying, side by side with fellow man
This world we value, for which we must (might?) make a stand
Oh, how we need Woody back around
To sing some sense into the hearts of those
who dare bring us down
The royal us, the loyal us, the sum of all our parts
Woody'd kill those fascists quick with nothing but his art
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