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Call on the telephone
A voice without a face
He's got a special deal
It's moving into place
You want the kind of freedom
That wacky stacks can buy
I hope you know the gamble
Here's hoping you don't die
Climb to fame
Fall in shame
You go insane
(It's all the same)
Call on the telephone
And sell away the soul
Cash and royal mansions
They almost fill the hole
You get that cungadero
It helps you drive away
Kind of like the friends you had
And couldn't bear to stay
(Fast and bulbous!)
(That's right, Monsieur Herr, fast and bulbous! Also, a mothball-scented domino.)
(Six-sided domino falls into battery acid lake!)
[[IT BURNS!]]
You're feeling discomfort
Abdominal pain
You're back at the bottom
Sales gone down the drain
Just try for some recourse
Salvage what's destroyed
Call on the telephone
There's only garbage noise
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Bad News
03:08
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I ain't got no money
In my bank account
I spent it all on the Big Mac
You gotta get it straight, doc
We're talkin' impulse spending
You can't just show up wanting my cash
Well I got some news
Specifically for you
You're gonna have to muster it up somehow
What am I gonna do?
(Your tax is due)
(Looks like you're through)
(Your tax is due)
(Bad news for you)
My resume says self-starter
My resume says people person
And works well in environments fast-paced
I got a couple references
Thanks to my roommates
Who agreed to lie to the hiring manager's face
Well I've got some news
Gonna change your tune
You don't have 15 years of experience
Well I've given you
The opportunity of a lifetime
But it seems that no one wants to work anymore
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can you spare some time? trip on the dime
an' if you want a lime, you only get the rind.
and with some time, i'm sure you'll find
that a hard day of work will soothe your mind
(who needs bathrooms, you'll be fine!)
hole in one, dinner for two
the hole's where the dinner would be in you
that is, if your soul didn't belong to me
but take these pills, they'll make you feel free
I'm the man of styrene
I'm the man of styrene
I've got a lot to do today
If I can stay awake
(Not much to do today)
(Not busy anyway)
here's a magazine, read all about it
Top 10 tips to be a Big Shot undoubted
You've got the magic touch and ride around town
It's a long way to the bottom, so don't look down
Every time I pull the strings
Every time it makes them ring
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4. |
Got-to Get Down
02:19
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It’s what it is
Got-to-got-to-got-to Get Down
It’s what it is
I think you think I get it now
Is there any other way I could have read the way you think or act or
Is there any other way you could behave like what we manufacture
You just sit tight
Opening tonight
Switch on the lights
and Get Down
It’s what I know
Got-to-got-to-got-to Get Down
It’s what I know
Remember, I run this show
Is there any other way that you could play that song to get ‘em moving
It’s all a give-and-take, man, heads I’m winning, tails you’re losing
You just sit tight
I don’t wanna fight
Step outta the light and Get Down
I ain’t your friend, but I can look pretty friendly when I want to, and I think that you know exactly what I’m thinking right now, and that’s the same kinda revelation that every musician comes to when they realize that the world is bigger than what you could have ever thought it was, ya dig it?
Now don’t you insult my intelligence by trying to get all avant-garde on me. Avant-garde is French for “B. S.” to put it in business friendly terms, and that’s what you’ve been slinging around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around like this is some kind of sick joke. Well do you see me laughing?! Huh?! I ain’t saying ain’t, cos it ain’t good English, but I sure as heck ain’t laughing.
Do how you do
Got-to-got-to-got-to get down
Just me and you
So get with the program or just get out, now
Is there any other way that I could break the news to someone like you
You want success, oh yes, so you must do what you don’t want to
Don’t put up a fight
Turn off the light
Get outta my sight and GET DOWN
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Dead Center
03:19
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Think I got the picture
Think I read your news
Think I see a future drowned in
Blood red white and blue
Too much information
Too much on my mind
And yet you think so little
It’s a wonder we’re alive
Hey, get a grip
You’re letting it slip
You were lied to
The attitude will adjust you
Polyvinyl Chloride
Plastic thoughts and minds
Moldable and keen to leave
Integrity behind
How can I explain it
Just how will you know
Do you care about the truth
Or just your status quo
Do you have the fortitude?
Do you have the will?
Be a model citizen
Or an imbecile
Walk the line of losses
Perch upon your fence
Answer me this question
How’s it gonna end?
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You were so convinced, you thought yourself to be so intelligent
Sound sophisticated, claim biological imperative
Whiskey glass is empty, escort is ready to hit the lines
Live on father's money, fracking up north made a pretty dime
You thought you knew it all, for a good long while
Starting to unravel but you're holding the denial
Reaping what you've sown though you really don't wanna
Thought you wouldn't see the floor go down, well it's gonna
You thought you were bearing witness to the end of history
That may be the truth, but it's not in the way that you thought it'd be
Daddy's bosses paid well, made hell, advertised it was fake
You can't hear the insects, just the beginning of what's at stake
Oranges in Alaska, sipping cold ones with the boys
I never trusted you would make the right choice
We thought we knew it all, then the logic unfurled
Now I'm eating mac and cheese at the end of the world
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Zhir Vengersky San Diego, California
Zhir Vengersky is the latest devolution of a long, proud family lineage of brain-eating apes which eventually settled in the Southern California region. In his formative years he was exposed to the music of art nerds before him. The effects were immediate and obvious. Zhir creates music for people who live in places that don't exist. ... more
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