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Round 11, Week 6

by Monday Morning 3AM Music Club

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we try to stay above the fray and congregate behind home plate but we all know we’re only hidiing now we may not know or realize we may not see the hidden ties but we all really die to lie on media it's social… media just social… media you try to tell me bout my views and who knows who is reading truth your safety lies beneath the click of keys and anger wells its ugly head secretly you wish that i was dead a chorus of angels screaming from above… and beneath me… just social media just social media a bigger trail of broken truths half-hearted lies unveiled uncouth divisive times are really really here dear look to the sky and find your eyes hope for the best cause angels sigh jut type another update won’t you dear one day the real may gain some hold but I’ll be gone if truth be told only so much dirt can fall upon your face the book is dead amazon said so I will lay in my boxed bed and hold on tight while you all run your race on social media on social media its just social media
2.
Eight o clock Eisenhower Don't get caught in the shower Take toke take a ride Take it from the other side Feeling ill, Ill at ease Spin the wheel, wheel of cheese The only thing that would have been The only way is from within What the hell am I saying What the hell am I playing Absent accident Pass the absinthe Verlaine and Rimbaud All tell no show iPhone works of art Climbing up the pop charts Dirty handshake with a friend Find happiness in the end What the hell am I saying What the hell am I playing What the hell am I saying What the hell am I playing
3.
If you can sail an empty ocean if you keep reaching for the sea if there’s a center of contention in a blindness no one sees I would be your fondest servant you can find me on my knees always faking fevers fervent never taking harmonies take this weight mounds of clay build your temple this gramophone turns flesh to stone seems so simple bury my heart please don’t start like the last time we remembered please play your part stay on chart like the last day of December for every moment that you linger you will sink in shifting sands you will quickly take me with you I will follow your command and when we've sealed ourselves inside us in an airtight chamber's night there will be no final moment there will be no dawn's first light take this weight mounds of clay build your temple this gramophone turns flesh to stone seems so simple bury my heart please don’t start like the last time we remembered please play your part stay on chart like the last day of December
4.
I wanna know what love would taste like I wanna dance with an apple tree I wanna try a thumbless hitchhike Overdose on vitamin c Cause I don't know what I'm feeling And there's hammerheads in the air But the enemy keeps on calling For me to comb my hair This is the life that we live We've got a lot we can give Like a freckle on the back of the other side With a one track mind that will keep us alive This is the life that we live I need to find a one eyed daisy I need to tie my barefoot shoes I need to fail at being lazy Break it down and make the news Cause I always bet on losers And I know I'll never lie But the reptiles keep on calling For me to up and die This is the life that we live We've got a lot we can give Like a freckle on the back of the other side With a one track mind that will keep us alive This is the life that we live I've gotta make you believe Give all the love you receive Let's try to take what we see Live true like hyperbole This is the life that we live We've got a lot we can give Like an overgrown weed in your neighbor's yard It'll make you feel crazy it'll make you feel hard This is the life that we live
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I’ll Never Be Alone Life begins most every day With a cup of I’m still here today Two lumps and a touch of cream of yesterday You and I just co-exist And we’ve given our dreams to the kids And we stand our ground to whatever comes what may The radio plays on and on A song that’s on my mind I’ll never be alone I’ll never be alone I’ll never be alone without you Doctor gave some pills to take They get harder to swallow everyday I just don’t know which one you I’ll see Maybe we’ll take a break today From breakin’ hearts and plates and things We’ll head on out and go our separate ways The radio plays on and on A song that’s on my mind I’ll never be alone I’ll never be alone I’ll never be alone without you Won’t go to bed ‘til it’s real late You’ll pretend to sleep as I masturbate I’ll think of how to make it another day Routine settles in for good We accept that it’s well understood That we may not find a way to work it out The radio plays on and on A song that’s on my mind I’ll never be alone I’ll never be alone I’ll never be alone without you
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Fame and fortune fleeting leave it all to charity Following of idiots wrapped up in democracy Fallen soldiers fancy cars and thousand dollar meals Golden teeth and wishes for a set of platinum wheels Shades of black shades of white Who cares about wrong or right Say what you think they will buy Fuck the other guy Ch Get it right this time Get it right or lose it all Seven seas and gingerbread Strung out Independence Day Singing songs of sixpence and a mouthful left to say Phony impresarios stink of insincere How'd it come to this we ask and follow up the rear Sabotaged by your own hate Blinded to any debate Sell what you know they will buy Fuck the other guy Ch Bridge: Save us from us Keep them out Save us from us Is this what we are really all about?
7.
“And every day seems greater than the last one” she would say As she opened up sore wounds and kept them for the plucking She had fashion sense, and her lips were blessed and a hand that was full of marbles She would throw them on the kitchen floor and hope that she could catch them She was like a werewolf, a starship flown by Gemini Breaking up like static from an old house sound system She made noise with no one listening, and had eyes like the graveyard Of the ones that never rest not even when they sleep not even when they sleep So they take a tall patch of grass, grab ass and walk on down the alley way Where another man is waiting to go and be her slave And to love is not to leave, and to doubt is not to be true You took a forearm on the neck my dear and now the Devil’s painted you You’re just a Teenage Hooker to everyone you ever knew I was a monolith and listened to Baby Shambles As they talked about rattlesnakes and telegraphed wet dreams I was moralized, and televised and maybe I was energized And I dreamed about drowning in a dark sea with Elvis As he screamed out for mercy I watched the skyline separate Into a barrage of colors, shapes, and things we had yet to see But just as it was the end I was just beginning Beginning to figure out lightness and darkness and everything around me I was lifted from the ashes on a new cloud of baptism Of Cherry Pie, Fly Paper, and long forgotten Sunday Afternoons in the park where everyone was walking Backwards from the end like a blue marijuana strain I was bitten from that toaster oven thrown down from the sun again You’re just a Teenage Hooker to everyone you ever knew We both practiced our own tango, we ate the tasty nectar Of a 5 flavored financial suicide dripping from our shoulders We could catch the tiny droplets, we would savor all the moments Of tongue twists and shaken hips and long forgotten eulogies As the roar of mighty thunders came crashing from the Heavens We would raise our shields to cover our tails from the debris of all the helpless And the lipless and the maimed and the souls of all their children Who had never been loved who had never been loved So disregard the fallacies, and break your tiny bubbles free The marketplace was vandalized when the ships put down their anchors And look out for your footprints boys and place a tiny lotus flower In the basement of your enemy where he can never see it And the wounds will be forgotten, the wounds will be forgotten So Twist your wrist and ball your fists and the wounds will be forgotten You were just a Teenage Hooker to everyone you ever knew
8.
Good morning, Capital Fair warning, animals -- we're coming for you Wait 'til the heat rises Take off your disguises -- coming unglued Everyone says we should steer clear, steer clear, steer clear of the Beatle wing Waking on 8 floors Baking on hot shores -- we're coming to town Heteros on metros We won't see the Expos -- so send in the clowns Everyone says we should look hear, look hear, look hear as the Beatles sing What rhymes with museum And how do we see him -- the man made of stone Odd times are ticking The hands that are picking -- the spirits have flown Everyone says we should not fear, not fear, not fear the Rites of Spring
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Wake up, get up- get ready for work It’s time to slap on my face Time to put on my shirt You know I feel so tired I could sleep all day But I’m gonna get fired if I show up late I got shades on my face Rings on my fingers Nodding my head as I listen to singers Who tell me life is a dream It’s all cookies n’ cream Gliding down the river of a consciousness stream While I float in the tide of the daily commute And wash up at my desk via the usual route Then the boss has got a beef with the words that I wrote Up against the deadline -got a knife at my throat It’s getting harder to breathe, I gotta fight to believe There’s got to be some meaning in the race to achieve I keep going on and on, and on and on again I go happy hour hunting with some people from work We dish on the dirt We drink and we flirt Chatting with a stranger ‘bout some crap on the news He rants about the danger then he kills it with booze We talk freedom, we talk drugs We talk prisons, we talk thugs American dream, corporate scheme Everybody’s angry and they’re ready to scream I keep going on and on, and on and on again As the light grows dim Think I’ll go to the gym Gotta get the blood pumping Cuz I’m in it to win So I find a machine Program the pace Fall into a rhythm And I’m running in place I look in the mirror See the fog in my eyes Now I’m hitting my stride And that’s when I realize I’m stuck on a treadmill

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The assignment this week is from Eddie:

"Let's get weird! I always enjoy stream of consciousness style lyrics, or as I like to call it "Lyrical Vomit". Songs like Beck's 'Loser' and Dylan's 'Subterranean Homesick Blues' are great examples of this style of lyrics. Write your stream of consciousness song. It obviously doesn't need to make sense. Just have fun with it. Maybe we can generate some silly smiles this week since the rest of the world is so messed up. Genre and style are open."

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released July 25, 2016

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