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lyrics

Here's to you, simple creature, we don't have to like it, they'll bury us both beneath a burden so massive they'll say we have to have it.
But I don't live by no commandments, brains are brutally useful, see for yourself, no secret is truthful, but shirk that. I'm adequate, elaborate, ravenous, adapt to any trap, I'll make it mine. The filament was so fine, strung like a ghost line, invisible ray connecting night to day, feet to floor, yours to mine, man to world, secret door to Atlantis.
Don't play captive, freedom in every moment, bottle that sh*t.

We can taste the minor violence, people find a fight to die with,
need it, but they can't apply the science. Time to meet the minus.
Take it on the chin, not willing to take the beating, then dig yourself back in. Merely mortal, undercover til they seal the portal, feel the false appearing normal, clearly forced, though destroy that ploy. Feel the warmth of natural action, from here forth, a rational animal, a little brash on the sampler, pounded the pads like a champion. They said it can't be done, dreamer. From here forth a rational animal, little brash on the sampler, pounded keys like a champion, it can't be done, dreamer.

Gobble gobble styles, I breakfast on breaks fast. Another great day, don't make it your last. Put a gun in that man's hand, let him guard the line, get this puny Norm a uniform, geez, come home in a box or with a m*therf*cking head disease. Feed them to the demon. Screams make the drums bleed. Geez, I wonder what I'm under, must of been a ton of green trees, enough to give sleazy dreams wings. Feast on the fusion, we purified pollution. Plug in and let the government win, we are a winner and they all say it can't be done, dreamer, and the rest all listen.

Yeah, the breath between sentences was sentient. I pendulum the great deep and far fling apart from the pack. I top charts in Iraq's back waters, fact slaughterer. Awful lot of ammo, the mic went kablammo. Wires unravel, I battle powerful mammals' stains on the gravel. Suckers should sleep late. I'm morning's morning on the mic, and I feast breaks, it can't be done

Clap 2 times 2 times, spirit gone, clear path, laughing at yourself all alone. Pumping, pumping, pumping, trying to keep the blood fresh, self-contained superhighway, plain looking supernova. Dead monk, it happens all the time. Head funk, Zen to the trigger like a pistol in a flower (shop), pop, pop.

credits

from Science For The Soundman, released October 6, 2012
Monk Metz: words
Matt Calkins: saxophones, FX
Mark France: guitars
Joel Hirsch: dumbek, congas
Dave Trenkel: Hammond organ, Rhodes piano, sampled Gamelan
JD Monroe: drums

Composed by Xenat-Ra, lyrics by Monk Metz, © 2012 Twinkle Devil Music (ASCAP)

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