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A Call for All Demons

from Science For The Soundman by Xenat-Ra

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lyrics

(chorus)
She spoke, she spoke.
She spoke and no one missed a note.

Chief smoke, chief smoke.
Chief smoke, hold your breathe until you float.

C-note, c-note.
Hundred dollar bill gone before you know.

Remote, remote.
Remote control your brain with a brand and a slogan.

Slang cliche with the fangs on display. A gang of remakes. Show no teeth and hang the DJ, unless he's weird like Kang and Kodos. Angsty flows blow up but don't go pop, nice in the night in the late-late time slot. My fans have webbed hands, or expired warranties, or X's for eyes, or problems with authority, or bitches brew with empty glasses (already drank it). Metz much like paper (white) owls with the trees densely packed in. Tense reaction. I leave stages in flames and audience in traction. Proletariat class action. Hey! Don't let them close your caption.

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Shipped from the four corners, as rare as Kerouac riding bareback on a scarab's path. Raul Duke, howling at spooks, befouling the starch in collars. I turn weaker tunes into ether fumes, harken to ballers. I Pied Piper lives down the lane, to drown in flames. The fried mic'r tried to shroud the stage and clouds, but the crowd complained, didn't have the weekend to waste. Murking thru the fog deep, chasing rabbit holes, running from the long sleep. my cuddies are casual claim-stakers on comets. My homies are harbors for art, my armor is sonic. Your rap is pantomime pandemonium, as if they'd clap to hear the rhymes of the phony ones, laughing all the way to the bank with a bag of bricks, and one for the executive nitwit. Who took a pill today? CEO's on drugs. Our music's our only one.

credits

from Science For The Soundman, released October 6, 2012
Monk Metz: words
Matt Calkins: tenor sax, tambourine, cowbell
Mark France: guitar
Joel Hirsch: cabasa
Dave Trenkel: Hammond organ, Minimoog
JD Monroe: drums

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