hypertonic superglue
woman get me a beer, beer get me a woman
punctuation marks
homeboy 2000
indian point?
ruined i'd rather be
the weather, the woman or the war
punctuation marx

all songs published by january politician music (ascap)
inner noise records © 2007















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*Allergic To The Medication* (lord/m. rogers/dipaolo)

What do I need, what do I know, what's my voice saying?
My human brain is such a limited game, one I keep on playing
We fight and we'd rather be right, but is the yelling winning?
While these answers, supposed Answers, undo the underpinning
I tried again and I lost from it, this trust is broken
If something's handed to me then I'll give it right back because there's too much left unspoken

Chorus:
So our sequiters and our summaries
Generate an even worse disease
We interfere and then we hesitate
The urgency has come a day too late:
Allergic to the medication
Allergic to the medication
Allergic to the medication
You need a new vocation.

There is no "they" there is only "we"
And we're the ones who will not let us leave
The enemies are invented, the surgeon heals us using dirty hands
The facts are just opinions, the well-intentioned do not understand

Chorus:
So now we're hearing things that aren't there
And we miss the sounds that should be clear
If I could say the words that were in my head
Then I could truly be awake instead:
Allergic to the medication
Allergic to the medication
Allergic to the medication
You need a new vocation.

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*CRY CRY CRY* (Lord)

It's never been so sad or so silent
There's something going on and I can't believe
The quiet and the calm are returning but my lungs are burning
I can't even breathe.
And so I see the pain that is coming
I'm looking through a universal eye
I used to do my best to forget it, now I won't let it
And I just want to cry.

Cry, cry, cry
I think I'm gonna cry, cry, cry
I cannot hold the reins any longer, the rain's getting stronger
Cry, cry, cry, cry, cry.

It started down the road very slowly
The water turned to stone when I did not try
But I won't let another ocean dry out and so I have to cry out
Why, why, why, why, why?
Why, why, why?

If you wanna make money play the people's fears
Take away their hearts, steal their tears
Give them the disease then sell the cure
That's what the pain is for
And that's why my heart's so poor.

Cry, cry, cry
I think I'm gonna cry, cry, cry
It's time to let the storm stop the silence and start up the violence
Cry, cry, cry, cry, cry.

'Cause I don't wanna drown any lower
And I will not pretend that it's time to die
It's gonna rain at once in the end, then rain again
Let the waters cry.

Cry, cry, cry
Cry, cry, cry
You'll never see a man go unspoken once he's been broken
Cry, cry, cry, cry, cry.

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*Future Shock* (Lord/M. Rogers)

The opposite is true and we accept it
Deposit what you knew and then expect it
She'll copy and she'll paste just like they taught her
Pace it and she pays you for the water
Billionaires, journalists, followers, overstock
Metaphors, multiples, narratives, future shock
Trauma after trauma after trauma after trauma
And a break from any worse could only follow with a comma
Propaganda, propaganda, propaganda, propaganda.

Chorus:
We're gonna flock to a future shock - gonna give it tonight, tonight.
We're gonna flame to a future shame - gonna live it tonight, tonight.

The arts could be replaced with the didactic
A DOS attack has been a tactic
The bad news you knew has now become worse
But you are still caught up in the first verse.
You have the excess, you need the access. So all I ask is: collect the taxes.
Excess access, Texas Taxes. Excess access, Texas Taxes.
Clone it, drone it, phone your opponent
Propaganda, propaganda, propaganda, propaganda.

Chorus:
We're gonna flock to a future shock - gonna give it tonight, tonight.
We're gonna flame to a future shame - gonna live it tonight, tonight.

future shock
n. A condition of distress and disorientation brought on by the inability to cope with rapid societal and technological change.

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*Like Background Music* (Lord)

I: Art As Decoration
I am not here just to match your curtains
I'm not a sentence on your resume
I wasn't sent to try and supplement you
I'm not the busy work along your way
I'm the money where you see a wallet
Not these enemies you've made your friends
I'm not a monkey for your dinner party
And not the means to just another ends.

Chorus
I don't want to be like background music for you
I don't want to throw my diamonds on the ground
You build up your home to face the sunset you see
It doesn't turn the other way around.

II: Smart Is Dumb
Your sense of beauty has become your blemish
Your friends have now become your enemies
Your treasures occupy the dusty corners
They've brought you nothing anybody sees
When God Himself has now been sent away and
Our chain-of-being falls in broken hands:
What's the rest of us to compensate with
And how would anybody understand?

Chorus
I don't want to be like background music for you
I don't want to lose my diamonds in the the haze
For seventeen years I worked to write you this book
And you've forgotten it in seventeen days.

III: Not Porn Enough
Once I stopped to watch this midnight movie
This woman stopped to show us everything
But it was not enough to stay enamored
'Too much' was still not worth remembering
Reminded me of a politician
Who whored himself but not enough to win
He had 'something' but he wanted 'everything' so he got 'nothing'
I hope I haven't learned the same from him.

Chorus
I don't want to be like background music for you
I don't want to throw my diamonds to the sea
There isn't an honor in coming in last
When there's no honor in the victory.

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*Raging Bullshit* (Lord)

I've made a very bad mistake, worse than any government,
I'm writing love songs but the requiems got sent.
I've practiced every day at being someone else,
And I am the dumb one who keeps this from himself.

When you've been hiding yourself for such an infinite time
that you don't know what to do,
How can you find anyone
if they can't find you?

This equilibrium's the opposite of Truth
It's all a sideshow and there's junk at every booth
I've stayed inside this tiny box, the smallest box I could
Rewarded my bad deeds and punished all the good.

When you've been hiding yourself for such an infinite time
that you don't know what to do,
How can you find anyone
if they can't find you?

What am I, what am I doing wrong?

I've been lying, I've been coping,
I'm amazed at the maze in my mind.
I've never asked any questions of the people I want,
I'm afraid of the answers I'd find.

I've been quiet & cordial, clever and coy
I've started my sins of omission.
I've been limping along just enough to get by,
I've been waiting to ask for permission.

So all these years the things have added up
to find a form to fit.
All that I've given, all that I give
was raging bullshit.

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*A Thousand Years* (Lord)

I'm walking through my contradictions
to where my knowledge bends
I've gone beyond a scope
I comprehend.
I've seen the different sublimations
I've seen the fluid forms
But you must leave yourself
to keep these visions warm.

You'll know it in a different language,
in the different styles
A thousand years and a thousand miles.

The wrong questions made us claustrophobic
with half the spectrum drained
Old metaphors continued
unexplained.
Blank messages were too repeated
and pulled the ceilings near
The present called too loud
for us to hear.

But you'll feel it in a different knowledge,
in a little while
A thousand years and a thousand miles.

There are places with a second meaning,
other ways and times
Wider mirrors showing
deeper hills to climb.
There's another that has never seen this
but they'll know us well
Their horizons leave
an endless trail to tell.

And you'll hear it in a different feeling,
from the current trials
A thousand years and a thousand miles.

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*YOU DON'T KISS ME ANYMORE* (Lord/D.Rogers)

You pull me into you like a drowning soul
And there you hold me close, there you lose control
But you don't kiss me anymore.

One night you said to me, "we will never part."
That's what you said to me, talking from the start
But you don't kiss me anymore.

Don't turn this wine back into water
Don't turn water into sand
It's time for you to wake up, you don't know what it's for
And you don't kiss me anymore
No you don't kiss me anymore, anymore, anymore...

Push and pull, yes and no
Let me in, let me go
I know that you don't mean to start this game
But it still hurts me just the same.

You're giving me bread when all I want is a stone. (Why don't you kiss me anymore?)
Do it again and leave it alone. (Why don't you kiss me anymore?)
Now I can't leave but you won't stay. (Why don't you kiss me anymore?)
Do you really want to live this way?
Why don't you kiss me anymore?

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