Compositions
PERFECT UNION
"We the people" are not free enough to understand
Those three little words
Unity is not means for exploiting the working class
Like stampeding herds
It's not a chain for shackling
The life of an independent man
All minds seek liberty
In order to achieve a plan
...And in order to form a more perfect union
We the loving are not brave enough to contemplate
Our own solitude
Loneliness is not a claim upon the love of another heart
No matter how viewed
It's not a cage for capturing
The heart of an independent mind
All need equality
In order to respond in kind
LAWS OF EMOTION
No brave deed to pull a trigger
No brave deed to throw a brick
Early Man could start a fire
Any ape can swing a stick
No brave deed to vanquish foes
By lining them up in unarmed rows
For all the backs they want against the wall
The one in China couldn't hold them all
This is crazy
This is totally insane
Words of fire fan the anger
Tempers rise to fever pitch
Generations primed for contest
Egos scratch that violent itch
No brave deed to vanquish foes
By lining them up in unarmed rows
For all the backs they want against the wall
The one in China couldn't hold them all
This is crazy
This is way beyond insane
This is no way to live
With access to a brain
chorus (X2):
So tell me the laws of emotion
What do we have a right to feel?
And how do we know our reactions
Are in response to something real?
All these eyes that lash out blindly
All these hearts that hate on sight
There's inter-species rivalry
But in our own can't be right
No brave deed to vanquish foes
By lining them up in unarmed rows
For all the backs they want against the wall
The one in China couldn't hold them all
This is crazy
This is tearing us apart
This is no way to feel
With access to a heart
(chorus)
SUPERVISION
When our children make us proud
It's the values we imbue
But when they shame the family name
There was nothing we could do
We claim credit and control
If they get the right results
Children until they snap and kill
Then we try them as adults
chorus:
Our supervision was always somewhat blurry
It's supervision on the verge of going blind
No time to focus, adults are in a hurry
Another problem child far too gone to find
They need our expert guidance
And constant supervision
But when they make a big mistake
It was solely their decision
We oversee their actions
We command them to obey
But claim no voice in their wrong choice
When the trial's underway
(chorus)
Their growing minds don't know enough
To dress or fix their meals
And yet they're held accountable
For life and death ideals
And haunted by the memory
Of a baby in their lap
You think these model parents would
Even ask to take the rap?
(chorus)
repeat to fade:
Another problem child far too gone to find...
THE DYNAMO
Breathless from the run
We eyed the atmosphere
All above condensing and churning
Two hearts, we flee as one
So freshly driven from
Our prisons of silence and yearning
I can hear the low-pitched hum
Feel the built up momentum
Of the dynamo toiling and turning
The school day flows and nobody knows
Of our brazen truancy
So many ways to release the days'
Pent-up energy
Bounding down the hill
Spirits running high
Pass the ancient mill
Decrepit and run dry
The dead leaves clog the floor
Of the dried up river bed
The foreman's by the door
Of the grey utility shed
She can feel the low-pitched hum
Sense the built up momentum...
chorus:
Our eyes are galvanized
By the gleaming power source
And the music of mechanics
Wields a mighty force
New found energy
Unlimited and free
Applied thermodynamics
Works its worldly course
The old foreman says "The world won't be the same"
As we bid goodbye and brace to brave the rain
Electric flashes charge the skies
In a fusillade of spears
The lightning echoes on her eyes
Then thunder in my ears
Stately power lines
In dynamic pose
Trace our headlong flight
To where the power goes
On the outskirts of the town
The company linemen pause
For a hearty, homespun round
Of rainy day applause
(chorus)
The old foreman sees the price of progress high
And the impact on society so large
Now we market electricity to buy
When the beating of our hearts is free of charge
I can hear the low-pitched hum
Feel the built up momentum…
KEEP YOUR COOL
All those years and drugs you took
The schoolyard bullies went off the hook
Medicate the victims who protest?
But not the thugs who target and molest?
"Someone show the latest chump
Our psychological garbage dump
Make sure our new friend gets the royal tour
Let's see how much their psyche can endure"
chorus 1:
Character assassins mixed within our ranks
Won't let the little misfits play
The epitome of cool but they can't realize
"The bully" is an old cliche
Voodoo doll of the spirit -
The cool kids curse - the misfits fear it -
Separate the ones who've had enough
"It's just some insignificant kid's stuff"
All year long they wear the tags
Of psychological punching bags
Analyze the ones about to snap
"The guidance counselor's fed up with your crap"
(chorus 1)
chorus 2:
Character assassins mixed within our ranks
Won't let the little misfits play
The epitome of cool but they can't realize
"The bully" is a dead cliche
"The bully" is a dead cliche
"The bully" is a dead...
Keep your cool
I don't want to learn that in school
I don't want to learn that in school
I don't want to learn...
Keep your cool
And if I have to learn that in school
If I have to learn that in school
Then I don't want to learn...
tag verse:
And we'll never call on ourselves
And we'll never open our eyes
Until the "gun" word shows up on a list
Of back-to-school supplies
abrupt fade out line:
Character assassins mixed within our ranks...
makeituntrue.com
Somehow I knew in the cold cyber night
One day I'd visit a grave site...
Cast in a cold light
Eyes that evade
Trapped in a cruel world
Faults on parade
Somehow I knew...
Somehow I knew...
Exiled spirit
Troubled outcast
Future in doubt
Long and tortured past
Somehow I knew...
Somehow I knew...
chorus:
No sailing off into the cyber sea
No editing of your icon
No hyperlink from reality
No makeituntrue.com
Somehow I knew in the cold cyber night
One day I'd visit a grave site...
Cold-hearted people
Eyes that find fault
Relentless laughter
Daily assault
Somehow I knew...
Somehow I knew...
Broken and battered
Spirit war-torn
Raging inside
Like a North Sea storm
Somehow I knew...
Somehow I knew...
(chorus)
bridge:
It's a haunted message board
You're a frozen cyber ghost
Sometimes I return
And reread your final post
Searching for a clue
That would have made it all untrue...
THE NERVOUS SYSTEM
Senses at the ready to pick up all
That is significant and influential
Consciousness selecting the appropriate
Thought on which to focus
Subconscious retrieval of excess environmental stimuli
Vibrant intelligence eager to assess and identify
chorus:
Well hey!....it's the nervous system...
I say!....such a complex system...
Let's play!....with the nervous system of consciousness
Muscles tense but steady to respond to
Encroaching danger or press advantage
Fight or flight decisions
Excite chemical signals into action
Accumulation of data our sensory awareness has caught
Pulled by the greater of gravitational forces in competing thought
ONLINE SUNSHINE
Some days should be shut down
Before they even boot up
Held by the scruff of the neck
Like a feisty newborn pup
Images cropped to wound the heart
Tweets to hurt the head
A love in danger of deletion
Like a what-the-fuck? forum thread
Such an online
Ray of sunshine
chorus 1:
Doesn't matter who you are or method of transmission
No one has to take your shit or digital derision
You can text it, you can phone it, you can fling it online
Over wifi, over 5G, in a fucking FaceTime
You're still not getting through
Sunshine
Try to have a digital life
On this or that social site
Keep a low profile so
A web of drama won't ignite
Click-bait for the hungry trolls
Out to have me for dessert
Every post erupts in flames
The whole site now on alert
Such an online
Ray of sunshine
(chorus 1)
breakdown: (crackled and whispered phoned message)
Login, upload
From home or road
My little smartphone warrior
It's digital euphoria
Delete, resend
It's half pretend
My little message courier
The lines are getting blurrier
chorus 2:
Doesn't matter who you are or method of transmission
No one has to take your shit or digital derision
You can text it, you can phone it, you can fling it online
Over wifi, over 5G, in a fucking FaceTime
You're still not getting through
Remember who you're talking to
You still got work to do
On you
Sunshine
Sunshine
Sunshine
Sunshine
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