No more!
Bright animations flutter across the too small, off-center projection screen, the ceiling, and the dank rocks along the back wall
Riiise-ing
Frequency piercing pooor ear-drums…
Growling decibles, roar, crunch, repeat
Dis-a-social-ate?
Victory!
Shaking, stomping, pounding, pulling
Twisting and shaking and shouting
Live, Live, Live
A sweating madman, the chilly, damp cellar
Ripping the life-plug out of its socket of stunned silence
Frantically tearing at the hoarse-hair strands of your existence, unraveling the template of time
And heave the tattered mess into the corner
Criss-crossing, faceless voices bounce around the cracks in the wall, dripping and creeping across the floor
So, oh, Oh, oh, ooh,
oh wellll…..
The assembling chorus, building an army of noise, poised at early dawn, moments before the big siege
alone, silent, and honest
I couldn’t do enough, I couldn’t do enough
I, couldn’t, do e-nough…
Soaring, racing, dancing, romping
I couldn’t do enough
I’m sorry….
Potential energy, circuit restraint occupies the empty spaces between
Clashing, smashing, shattering, coiling around like a Cobra in a death-strike
Jumping awkwardly off the stones of the basement walls
Still, silent eyes of future vision gaze through the hazy room, smoke cut prismically by the projector
The beat hums and skips around patient ears
Bobbing heads float around the waves
Pique, quell, loaf and grumble
Bounce, bounce to the beat
Jogging, racing, frenetic down the hallway
Hands and feet are clapping, stomping
Humanity is the beading condensation on the forehead of every being present, rolling, and dripping off into the everythingness of the music
Stop
The
Beat
In to the night
Back and forth across the sky
you sit, you sleep
You dream, you do
Falling
Over, the falls
Drifting
Under, the sea
Walking out, standing still
And coming back, again
Back and down the road
Ya'll sing, that you did play together
And when you were down, at the river
I know you did splash cool water
Dancee now, dance now, into the dark
You are the piper, and the follower of the tune.
Do the dance of the pretty birds
Right in
Right out
Woo-ahh, run, flee screaming into the night
Roo-arorar, beat machines, robot rampage
Roo-rah, roo-rah, don’t stop what you came to do
Drop on down
To the street
To your knees,
Wave at the past,
Future eyes, future vision, famous in your mind
Socket stuck, All the little men
Reach into your chest, pull out life
Rip it and burn it and smash and slap it, writhing in its noose,
Rip out life just to laugh, its dying breath
Screw, pillage, vomit
Read between, around swirling beats
Close to the end
These, are the underground soundz
Bright animations flutter across the too small, off-center projection screen, the ceiling, and the dank rocks along the back wall
Riiise-ing
Frequency piercing pooor ear-drums…
Growling decibles, roar, crunch, repeat
Dis-a-social-ate?
Victory!
Shaking, stomping, pounding, pulling
Twisting and shaking and shouting
Live, Live, Live
A sweating madman, the chilly, damp cellar
Ripping the life-plug out of its socket of stunned silence
Frantically tearing at the hoarse-hair strands of your existence, unraveling the template of time
And heave the tattered mess into the corner
Criss-crossing, faceless voices bounce around the cracks in the wall, dripping and creeping across the floor
So, oh, Oh, oh, ooh,
oh wellll…..
The assembling chorus, building an army of noise, poised at early dawn, moments before the big siege
alone, silent, and honest
I couldn’t do enough, I couldn’t do enough
I, couldn’t, do e-nough…
Soaring, racing, dancing, romping
I couldn’t do enough
I’m sorry….
Potential energy, circuit restraint occupies the empty spaces between
Clashing, smashing, shattering, coiling around like a Cobra in a death-strike
Jumping awkwardly off the stones of the basement walls
Still, silent eyes of future vision gaze through the hazy room, smoke cut prismically by the projector
The beat hums and skips around patient ears
Bobbing heads float around the waves
Pique, quell, loaf and grumble
Bounce, bounce to the beat
Jogging, racing, frenetic down the hallway
Hands and feet are clapping, stomping
Humanity is the beading condensation on the forehead of every being present, rolling, and dripping off into the everythingness of the music
Stop
The
Beat
In to the night
Back and forth across the sky
you sit, you sleep
You dream, you do
Falling
Over, the falls
Drifting
Under, the sea
Walking out, standing still
And coming back, again
Back and down the road
Ya'll sing, that you did play together
And when you were down, at the river
I know you did splash cool water
Dancee now, dance now, into the dark
You are the piper, and the follower of the tune.
Do the dance of the pretty birds
Right in
Right out
Woo-ahh, run, flee screaming into the night
Roo-arorar, beat machines, robot rampage
Roo-rah, roo-rah, don’t stop what you came to do
Drop on down
To the street
To your knees,
Wave at the past,
Future eyes, future vision, famous in your mind
Socket stuck, All the little men
Reach into your chest, pull out life
Rip it and burn it and smash and slap it, writhing in its noose,
Rip out life just to laugh, its dying breath
Screw, pillage, vomit
Read between, around swirling beats
Close to the end
These, are the underground soundz
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