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Nursery Rhyme
07:28
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NURSERY RHYME
This place is overfilled with garbage
She’s lived like this for far too long
An indication of starvation in the making
The inability to distinguish between fascists and ducks
A vehicle of intellectualism
Babble for a cause, for meaning
The pen – it writes a different story
The goose, now dressed like a princess
It’s the language of language
(Bah…bah…)
She’s the mother of all saints
From English to Italian
Saint, but mostly not
Hallowed be thy shame
A matter of convenience
If you know what you’re saying
CHORUS:
This is a nursery rhyme
Let’s play on the metronome
Let’s hear that beat again
Trying to telephone God
1, 2, 3, 4
Did you understand Him?
Did you hear what I said?
There are empty bottles by the bed
Now that you’ve launched your rocket ship
<WHOOSH!>
CHORUS
Let’s make a reference and make it obscure
Let’s pretend we’re artists:
“The swashbuckling samurai does not care for Reds”
There…
She’s so desperate, she’ll resort to anything these days
This is no place for you
A wall between two countries
It’s better to speak underwater
CHORUS
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2. |
Calliope
03:09
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CALLIOPE
This is what we listen to when we’re feeling bored
This is what we listen to when we’re living life
Maximizing the distractions with the hymns of peace
Joseph Goebbels
Dominatrix
Love is on the house tonight!
Turn the volume up
Load the syringe to the top
Taking drugs and praying when there’s nothing else to do
Totalitarian optimism for the hard of thinking
The Second Coming’s answer to those short attention spans
Legitimizing prostitution with a PhD
Freedom of choice sold by units: art is not for free!
Shouting down the ones who start the first crack in their egg
Optimism’s but a whore that I cannot afford
Rebels shouting in the street, they’re looking pretty tough
Room 11, 10 o’clock: we share the same masseuse
This is how it feels to be important: <CHHH…!>
Getting high off noise pollution
Having tea with mom
Agitation setting in (“don’t recognize the tune”)
Better to resurrect nostalgia again
Fill her up with love: gas station FM666
Beach Boys in the frontlines with their loaded M-16s
This is what we listen to when we’re feeling bored
This is what we listen to when we’re living life
A grand exhibit selling Meaning like potato pies
So, if you’ve got no money, then you’d just as well be dead
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Sheltered
04:26
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SHELTERED
“A spectre is haunting Europe…”
There’s a man of culture sitting there
(Or so everybody thinks so)
And he’s full of loaded arguments
That no one has not heard before
And he’s just like an artist
With a cigarette in his hand
And he’s wet his veins with speed
Because the end of the world is nigh
And he’s trying to explain
About the current social structure
Yes, he’s an intellectual
And he pays someone to tie his shoes
I can still remember
All the subversive ideas he held
Read it in a textbook
If you like, I’ll read it to you in his voice
CHORUS:
Hail to the death of everything
Of everything you see
Now we’ve seen the end of all sense, but
Long live the death of everything
If it’s got a title
Or matriculation requirements
I can vouch for it myself
I can’t even think of writers’ names
Like discomfort from one’s grinding teeth
Such habituation’s harmful
CHORUS
In the League of Free Thinkers, anyone’s an idol…
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4. |
Teddy Bear
04:10
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TEDDY BEAR
He’s been sleeping with a friend of ours
Been a child since he was young
Transdimensional security
Even his blankets covered his eyes
He slept in this morning
Oh no! Demand is low on Guilt today
And who’ll give him his reasons to believe?
Too late to turn to the Hogfather
Sophie was a nurse at a nuthouse
She washed the feet of mental patients
It seemed so strange, but she felt better
So strange, but all her worries left her
Picking carrots in her garden green
Her mother – blown to bits by dynamite
She had to give her body to someone
It seemed so strange when she got married
This is a 12-step program
We got the ad out of a book
We were uneasy ‘cause nobody saw the ad
We left out most of the steps
We killed two cops in cold blood
But, our conscience got the better of us
I guess it was a pretty wedding
We also became intellectuals
Raggedy friend will never leave you
It’s a tumor in the brain
Sew a button for an eye
He’s been a child since he was young
God came to her birthday party
He rode in on a horse
Soon she lost her faith in God
Now the atom bomb makes all her decisions
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My Favorite Hunchback
06:06
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MY FAVORITE HUNCHBACK
I used to think I was important
But then I realized I was not
I see the mermaid calling out from her rock
But her two dollar smile just passes overhead
Donald Duck’s trying to sell me orange juice
But when I see him, all I see’s a vulture
And if it’s such a small world after all
Then how come there aren’t any people here?
CHORUS:
Here come the kings
The kings of the world
They rule the wastelands and call it Heaven
Desperate for anything for the empire
If it’s making money it’s all right with me
An overseas trip – all expenses paid
Looking for gypsies for our cloning guns
A culture mastering in thievery
Using another’s as one’s own
We’re off to see the sultan of the land
Doesn’t he look good on our key chains?
And if he’s lucky we will let him speak
As he promotes a brand new breakfast cereal
CHORUS
And now I’m sitting in this theater
The skin and blood hang from the screen
I didn’t know God was American
Nor that he shook his hips like that
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6. |
Simulation
02:42
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SIMULATION
In this room she stands as the curator
In her Museum of the Useless
And she’s living out of convenience
It’s always: “Give me more”
And in this town
They’re holding boot camp in the market square
Rebel hooligans and mothers alike
Loading rifles with a handful of Jacksons
Better to spend your money than to think
CHORUS:
I need everything I can have
Possession runs through my veins
Oblivious to oblivion
I think I’m getting bored
A simulation
We’re forgetting the next line to the song
A lonesome drifter on the desert plains
And it’s coincidental that he’s alive
But, not in my town
We’re giving it 100%
But only when somebody’s looking our way
This is the Lincoln Caper
Assured an insignificant amount
As long as the check clears
CHORUS
I was not alone
I found Nirvana in a dressing room
And there was actually a line
Who says you can’t have everything
All hail this right to conquest
The Church of Nothing
Goes to the point of no return
It must be good for something
Jesus has many friends all over the world
It must be nice
CHORUS
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7. |
Giovanni
05:44
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GIOVANNI
I’m just like Napoleon
Can you fill my bags with history?
Don’t forget that useless piece of string
Just in case it’s left from the Crusades
Can you feel my sense of significance?
With a capital “SIGN” on my doorstep
Won’t you like to join my perfect family?
I think I’ll take a walk with the pope’s lover
(Her name’s Avignon, and she still loves to
collect shoes. Reserve a guiltless seat in
Heaven: all sold out!)
I don’t want to hear what you have to say
If your marble face is not wet with tears
Redeem yourself and say you’ve come from Luther
Lest I nail my discourse to your head
Come up here onto my cloud – it’s white white
I’ve kicked all the angels out
I’ve done my share of hard work
It’s all been paid for in cash
Another point of view, a different story
Tie me up and toss me to the tombs
Keep the leash – it’s got your proof of purchase
And a receipt just in case I get lost
I’m just like Hamilton,
And my wife undresses, dances in the shadows
I’m off to Turkey for the sake of the rich
I’ll keep yours in my room till you grow up
(Or leave the jungles of Africa, California…;
and go to Rome – only Rome!)
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8. |
Story
03:48
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STORY
Why must we not ignore
That we ignore the fact that
The image we see is only an imagination?
A man once told me these words
I followed him home
He had a camera on his back
It was a game to try
It was a game gone wrong
Someone else told me of playing the mandolin as a drum
An unpure sound from the hands of gods
A stolen tune
But, what of it then?
If I pollute with the eye, draw the gun with your own
Not like a random reflection
Not like he meant it
I saw a face, but it must not have been real
I’ll never recover that gaze
And a photo just tells lies
Should I reflect – yes, I’ll be sad
(I think I even hear some melancholy music)
Is my stare just a waste?
Only if you look at me
I don’t really mean these things
All I want is money
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9. |
Kate's Myth
03:58
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KATE’S MYTH
Beaten, forlorn, and slapped in the face
Pushed into the minefield by your guardian angel
Woke up today with a knife in your side
Your future, a coat of bile at the back of your throat
Seems like you should have used up all your tears
Seems like, by now, you’d have lost all your hope
The actor is gone, still the lower depths persist
But at least he’ll be going to Heaven this time
CHORUS:
This is the story, the story of nothing
You had a notion, but chose not to remember
Cornered, assaulted; like attention by punks
An “M” on your shoulder helps the spies in the city
Looks like you’ll be tearing that shirt off your back
I think it was meant for somebody else
That ironed on motto took on its own life
Looks like you will not believe anymore
Still, you’d rather shove those flies off your face
Believing the notion, “Patience is a virtue”
CHORUS
The wind in your hands has put out the flame
But the house has been burning since it was born
Tears on her face, she’d never give up
Burn! Burn!…Everything must burn!
Reserving vengeance for just the right time
Gets you nowhere…
Speaking the language with broken meaning
Taking one all the way back to step one
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10. |
Devil
03:46
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DEVIL
The Devil fled from Hell one day
You should’ve seen his big escape
“This place ain’t big enough for two,”
He heard God shout at him
This was a media scandal
I heard it on the news:
“Oil rig workers dead at once
When Devil spews from well…”
Smokestack Satan sings his song:
“Do wop shoo wop”
Smokestack Satan is so sad
(Very sad indeed)
But, he’ll always be my friend
Like he was the Butcher’s friend
Always went about together
(He even met the band)
Yes, he’ll always be my friend
And I’ll never desert him
The Devil is a pauper
The Devil’s on the streets
He has no one to take him in
The Devil’s met defeat
Sold his favorite trident
And now he’s got nothing
Now he’s selling songs he writes
Against a bet he made
And now he’s suicidal
The Devil’s feeling down
He has nothing to live for
Now that he’s been forced to flee
But, suddenly it hit him
It hit him really hard
He’d formulate a plan
To get the One who did him in
He did away with courage
He did away with pride
Instead he knocked on his front door
And Gaze shook hands with fist
Now, the Devil’s back in Hell
The Devil’s back in Hell
And God has met defeat once more
The Devil’s back in Hell
Now, the Devil’s back in Hell
The Devil’s back in Hell
And God has been snuffed out again
The Devil’s back in Hell
The Devil’s back in Hell
The Devil’s back in Hell
Will God come back again
Now that the Devil’s back in Hell?
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Cori Celesti San Diego, California
Cori Celesti was the name used by Adolf NS to record his solo music from 1997 to 2003. Following Cori Celesti, he recorded
solo music under the name A.N.S., and more recently, with his band, Raygun Circus. He has also played in other bands, including Street of Little Girls, Tactical Fever, and others.
For more information, visit:
rayguncircus.com/coricelesti.html
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