Bad Religion

[barbarin]

Get Off

Get Off

lascivious,
it's all that I can think of as I drag my feet, searching like a diogenes
dangerous, the adjectives of the decade and of your alluring intricacies,
I can see your green-screen mentality and I can feel the sting of its
consequence, and I know I shouldn't but it's too much to ignore, an
emotion I deplore, every time I look at you, I just want to do it, I can clench
my fist right through it but I just want to get off, rectilinear, this direction
we've been heading never realizing we are on a runaway machine,
angular, the momentum that does turn us one step further on our ladder,
one more turn toward the east, I realize your green-screen mentality and
I know it is shared by many more, I know it is quite impossible but I am
damned to find a way to revolve the other way, every time I scrutinize I
just say "screw it", we're on a ride down a blind conduit and I just want
to get off

 

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Blenderhead

Blenderhead

flying through
a dark prismatic tunnel on a carousel, the earth is turning and you know
it very well, your mind is reeling like ten helicopters wheeling and you're
gonna hit the ceiling like a mallet on a bell, hey, blenderhead, they're
starting to ask questions, your transgressions are a danger flashing sign,
challenge conventions and radiate your splendor and feel those fly-
wheels churn your blenderhead, tally up the gleaming ventured on a
wishing well, each shining trinket has a story it can tell, your moments
pining like those tales all intertwining can become the rusted lining of a
deep neglected shell, hey, blenderhead, you ask so many questions, your
confusion's a life-affirming sign, break from tradition and carry on with
valor and feel those flywheels churn your blenderhead

 

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The Positive Aspect of Negative Thinking

The Positive Aspect of Negative Thinking

let's gather 'round the carcass of the old deflated beast, we have seen it
through accolades and rested in its lea, syntactic is our elegance,
incisive our disease, the swath endogenous of ourselves will be our
quandary, we've nestled in its hollow and we've suckled at its breast,
grandiloquent in attitude, impassioned yet inept, frivolous gavel our
design, ludicrous our threat, excursive expeditions leave us holding less
and less, so what does it mean? when we tell ourselves it's only for a while
we have been deceived and it's only for a moment that the treasures of
our day make life easier to complicate, the treasure thrown away, I'm so
tired of all the fucked up minds of all the terrorist religions and their bullshit
lines, of all the hand-me-downs from all industrial crimes and the weeping
mothers and those who are led so blind, form the plastic protests and the
hands of time and the pursuit of mirth and all hating kind

 

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Anesthesia

Anesthesia

everybody is talking about the girl who
went and killed the delivery man, but she looks so kind and gentle, it just
doesn't stand to reason, I saw her right there just the other night as stately
as a slot machine, but when she looked my way something mad as hell
came over me, anesthesia, mona lisa, I've got a little gun, here comes
oblivion, I never loved you, how did you find me? the cops will never
prove complicity now, anna.........., all good children go to heaven! I
remember your face that august night when we lied about the beautiful
time to come and that crazy old man who came much too late and caused
a chain reaction, I've been hanging out here for eleven long years like
a church mouse wondering where the cat has gone, and looking at you
now is driving me to distraction

 

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Flat Earth Society

Flat Earth Society

lie lie lie... the full moon is rising over dark water and
the fools below are picking up sticks and the man in the gallows lies
permanently waiting for the doctors to come back and tend to him, the
flat earth society is meeting here today, singing happy little lies and the
bright ship humana is sent far away with grave determination... and no
destination, lie, lie, lie... yeah, nothing feels better than a spray of clean
water and the whistling wind on a calm summer night but you’d better
believe that downin their quarters the men are holding on for their dear
lives, the flat earth society is somewhere far away, with their candlesticks
and compasses and the bright ship humana is well on its way with grave
determination... and no destination, lie, lie, lie, ad infinitum

 

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Faith Alone

Faith Alone

heard a sermon from a creaky pul pit with
no one in the nave, I paid a visit to the synagogue and I left there feeling
blame, no one could tell me what to do, no one had the ability to answer
me, what the world needs now is some answers to our problems, we can't
buy more time because our tender isn't valid, if your soul needs love you
can get consoled by pity, but it looks as though faith alone won't sustain
us anymore, watched the scientists throw up their hands conceding,
"progress will resolve it all", saw the manufacturers of earth's debris
ignore another green peace call, no one could tell me what to do, they had
not the capacity to answer me, what the world needs now is some
accountability, we can't buy more time because time won't accept our
money, if your soul needs love you can always have my pity, but it looks
as though faith alone won't sustain us no more...

 

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Entropy

Entropy

random blobs of power expressed as that which we
all disregard, ordered states of nature on a scale that no one thinks about,
don't speak to me of anarchy or peace or calm revolt, man, we're in a play
of slow decay orchestrated by boltzmann, it's entropy, it's not a human
issue, entropy, it's a matter of course, entropy, energy at all levels, entropy,
from it you can not divorce and your pathetic moans of suffrage tend to
lose, all significance, extinction, degradation; the natural outcomes of our
ordered lives, power, motivation; temporary fixtures for which we strive,
something in our synapses assures us we're ok but in our disequilibrium
we simply can not stay, it's entropy..., a stolid proposition from a man
unkempt as I, my affectatious I can not rectify, but we are out of equilibrium
unnaturally, a pang of consciousness at death and then you will agree

 

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Against The Grain

Against The Grain

three thousand
miles of wilderness overcome by the flow, a lonely restitution of pavement,
pomp and show, I seek a thousand answers, I find but one or two, I
maintain no discomfiture, my path again renewed, against the grain,
that's where I'll stay, swimming upstream, I maintain against the grain,
here labelled as a lunatic, sequestered and content, there ignored and
defeated by the government, there's an oriented public who's magnetic
force does pull, but away from the potential of the individual, against the
grain..., the flow is getting stronger with smaller increments of time and
eddies of new ideas are increasingly hard to find, you need all that the
other has, it is your right to seize the day but in all your acquisitions you
will soon be swept away, against the grain..., there's a common
consensus and an uncomfortable cheer, a reverberating chorus that
anyone can hear, it sings "leave your cares behind you, just grab
tenaciously", this lulling sense or purpose will destroy us rapidly, against
the grain...

 

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Operation Rescue

Operation Rescue

it is an s.o.s. sent out telepathically, signs of our distress don't allow
complacency, we need restoration now of our integrity and a drastic bold
reminder of our morality, the rectifying troop is here, the ones we have
needed all these years to stop the heinous wrongdoings and verify our
moral benevolence as a people, operation rescue, they're here to right
our fall, they have heard our troubled call, operation rescue, you may
where they come from, but I just wonder why they're here at all,
life ever-after is what they're in the business for, see them brandish the key
to their kingdoms door, it's persuasive, it's a part of you and me but it's
not overwhelming as they wish it would be, if no one believed in fairy tales
there would be nothing they could do but fail yet everywhere we look
someone is trying to reassure our moral benevolence as a people,
operation rescue..., you may wonder where they come from, but I just
wonder what compels them all

 

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God Song

God Song

and did those feet in ancient times trod on america's pastures of
green? and did that anthropocentric god wane with their thoughts and
beliefs all unseen? I don't think so, he's up there with the others laying low,
vying with those who you've traded your life to bless your soul, and
have they told you how to think, cleansed your mind of sepsis and
autonomy? or have you escaped scrutiny, and regaled yourself with
depravity? now we all see, "religion is just synthetic frippery, unnecessary
in our expanding global cultural efficiency" and don't you fear this
impasse we have built to our future? ever so near, and oh so austere