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1. |
Terpsichore I
01:08
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2. |
Stop Shouting
04:22
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Stop Shouting
Stop shouting he can hear you
You’ve never left his ears
Same messages delivered
Same thing for years and years
Stop shouting he’s not changing
Don’t think that he has a choice
And though you’re the one
that’s screaming
You’ve somehow lost his voice
How was he supposed to vote
without dissension?
How were you supposed to think
he’d pay attention?
Stop shouting with such volume
You’re like a wolf who cried boy
His sheep are safe and sleeping
Their clothes are the real McCoy
Stop singing for his supper
He’s already paid the bill
There’s no point in complaining
If you won’t leave he will
How were you supposed
to wave away his choices?
How was he supposed to
discern all the voices?
Stop shouting, stop shouting, stop shouting
Stop
If you think he has the will to say which
words will leave and which will stay
Then OK, but I’m doubting
If you think he has the strength to choose
which words to keep and which to lose
Then why do you keep shouting?
He wouldn’t listen if he knew it was you
He’d never ever pay attention
He shouldn’t listen even if it were true
It’s all beyond your comprehension
He wouldn’t listen if he knew it was you
He’d never ever pay attention
He shouldn’t listen even if it were true
It’s all beyond your comprehension
He wouldn’t listen if he knew it was you
He wouldn’t listen if he knew it was you
Stop shouting he can hear you
Stop shouting, stop shouting
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3. |
Terpsichore II
01:08
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A Little Too Little Too Late
I’ve had enough of buying one
and getting one for free
I’ve had enough of non-dairy
creamer and tuning A to 440
I’ve had enough of Edison-style lightbulbs
and the efficacy of Easy-Off Oven Cleaner
I’ve had enough of clever coffee-based
wifi passwords and brunches with the gals
I’ve had enough of shopping mall kiosks
and months with less than thirty-one days
I’ve had enough of wall-to-wall carpeting
and the durability of Flex Tape
Did we know where we were going
Did we leave it up to chance
Was it an issue of inertia
Or the advantage of advance
Did we know what to do can we
leave it in the callous hands of fate
Was it the prospect of protection
Was it a little too little too late
I’ve had enough of three-by-five cards
and serpentine queues at the bank
I’ve had enough of Greek-style yogurt
and all the options available when buying multi-sided dice
I’ve had enough of making every item in the diorama perfectly to scale
I’ve had enough of instant access instantly
and no credits at the start of the movie
Did we know where we were going
Did we leave it up to chance
Was it an issue of inertia
Or the advantage of advance
Did we know what to do can we
leave it in the callous hands of fate
Was it the prospect of protection
Was it a little too little too late
I’ve had enough of faux Asian place mats
made out of recycled Gucci handbags
I’ve had enough of non-standard forms and
going to the bridge semi-unexpectedly
In our thoughts we were expecting
something very unexpected
Though we had help in detecting
somehow it was undetected
We could sense the things infecting
all of those that were infected
So we tried to stop rejecting all of
those we had rejected
I’ve had enough of gorilla suits being used
as alien costumes in cheap science fiction
I’ve had enough of future plans that are
made using Mercator projections
I’ve had enough of everything bagel spices
being available separate from the bagel
I’ve had enough of redubbed Bob Hope
specials that make it look like he’s rapping
I’ve had enough of self-adhesive footwear
that allows you to recreate Philippe Petit’s
wire walking on any ceiling in your home
I’ve had enough of refrigerators that are portals
to wormhole-based tesseracts
I’ve had enough of calorie counting
dolphins that swim next to you and comment
about your dietary choices while you’re on vacation in Cancun
I’ve had enough of quantum computing
that secretly wishes it could store data
in ones and zeros
Did we know where we were going
Did we leave it up to chance
Was it an issue of inertia
Or the advantage of advance
Did we know what to do can we
leave it in the callused hands of fate
Was it the prospect of protection
Was it a little too little too late
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5. |
Terpsichore III
01:08
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6. |
Is This Happening
04:13
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Is This Happening
Is this happening, is it happening
Ooh ooh ooh, is this something new
Is this happening, if it’s happening—
Will we know what to do?
There’s a feeling in the air
As much as air can have a feeling
We’re in a soon-to-be-tipped chair
Our eyes will shoot from floor to ceiling
Something we’ve never sensed before
A very different kind of certain
We know who’s knocking on the door
We can guess who’s peeking through
the curtain
Do you realize what all this implies
Watch it crystallize right before our eyes
Is this happening, is it happening
Ooh ooh ooh, we think it could be true
Is this happening, if it’s happening—
Will we finally break through?
Is this happening, is it happening—
Ooh ooh ooh, what a grand debut
We’re on the edge of something new
But with a sense of recognition
Like some sort of déjà review
Like a kind of pensive inhibition
So let’s all give one-hundred-ten percent
Though that’s statistically impossible
And if our dotted eyes get liquescent
We’ll still cross every T that’s crossable
Do you realize, what all this implies
Watch it crystallize right before our eyes
Is this happening, is it happening
Ooh ooh ooh, the time just may be right
Is this happening, if it’s happening—
It just might be tonight
Is this happening, is it happening
Ooh ooh ooh, will wonders never cease
Is this happening, if it’s happening—
Can we give chance a piece
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7. |
Insomnia
05:38
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Insomnia
The clock is wise it knows the score
Open my eyes stare at the door
Stare at the sky stare at the floor
Bed bath baptize becomes bed chore
You should be looking for an answer
Why can’t it wait until tomorrow
You should determine what to do
In truth all I want is to lie
You should obsess over each and everything said
What better way to learn what’s true
I’m not concerned so why are you
The voices grow the voices swell
They whisper slow the whispers tell
This bungled low that is my cell
The status quo I know too well
You should be counting all the numbers
Why can’t it wait until the sunlight
You should be switching left for right
How could this all go so awry
You should be listing all the ways that you can fail
What better way to spend the night
I’m not concerned so I won’t fight
Just five minutes let me shut my
eyes and drift away so I
can think and see and hear
and please for just five minutes
let me shut my eyes
The sun has set the sun’s away
Try to forget the weight of day
Sing alphabet sing Marseille
Beg plead and threat sell up downplay
You didn’t check before you left it
I checked it twice and then forgot
You didn’t say please and thank you
Nobody said that was my job
You didn’t make sure that the door
was locked that time
No telling what has gotten through
You’re telling me I’m begging you
The spot is cool the spot is warm
Dive in the pool avoid the storm
Return to school return to form
Break every rule break every norm
You didn’t give enough attention
I gave the right amount and moved on
You didn’t leave them any space
I left the options up to them
You didn’t wipe down every corner
of the house
You aren’t ready for the race
I’m telling you right to your face
Just five minutes let me shut my
eyes and drift away so I
can think and see and hear
and please for just five minutes
let me shut my eyes
Open eyes, open mind, open up, hope and kind
Falling free, falling fast, wounds unwind
Open heart, open head, open up, hope instead
Start to drift, finally, never mind…
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8. |
Terpsichore IV
01:08
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9. |
White Noise
05:12
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White Noise
Shhh—use your inside voice
Your inside voice, your inside voice
It’s all white noise, it’s all white noise
Now Tuck Tuck Goose is up to his tricks while his momma’s busy chilling those frozen fish sticks. C-c-clicks that pay with their views and their eyes while he spews while he lies while he chooses to disguise, the place he’s from, he’s just a regular guy, well this regular guy used to wear a bow tie and with some trusty funded effort and some thumbs in the pie, he can say his collar’s blue but it’s a dishonest dye. White whine spewing out like a right-wing sneeze he can ramp it to commercial with his expert tease. Tailoring whole cloth with the greatest of ease false fact false tact, false fall on knees. False flag, real drag, false thanks, false please. I can’t conceive that you believe in all the stuff you misperceive. Can you explain what you fear? Why you’re so aggravated? No I really can’t define it I just know it when I hate it.
Saying that it’s freedom that he’s feeding from the bottom of the barrel hey Bob hey Carol hey Teddy tell Alice that the chalice from his palace is empty after raging and engaging in conspiracy. If it’s so obvious to you why is it ludicrous to me that anyone would sail on his hypocrisy, we better batten down the hatches better weatherproof the matches, please agree vocally, quietly.
Shhh—use your inside voice
Your inside voice, your inside voice
It’s all white noise, it’s all white noise
Now who’s this here all American made, square head, square jaw, deck chair decade.
Quite a nasty fungus growing in Limbo’s shade, but it’s tasty if you mix it with a little Kool-Aid.
Well a huge manatee talking crap can guarantee that the boats tied in the harbor won’t be sinking any further (is it farther?) why bother, I don’t know go ask MacArthur. He can explain simply, why we all must agree, that the military, should get all the money, but those that may be hungry, are simply all too lazy. And so a public discourse, upon a private golf course, a pristine path some simple math replace the smart with the hoarse.
Smoke ’em if you got just not on camera, ‘cause who would trust a pundit with the breath of Gamera? You see that’s what’s important to the ones in the flock, you can call for violence but don’t dare mismatch a sock. A straight face is what they need in multiple ways, so arch the brow, fix the gaze, it’s the thing that’s very vital if you peddle fear, it’s what you see, while it’s said, makes no diff what you hear.
A face that’s bare, an empty prayer,
a nom de guerre, a doctrinaire
Does that explain, how inhumane,
can entertain, an addled brain
Will they adore, forever more,
this tug of war, they’re pining for
A divorcee, a draft dodgee,
a dry Chablis, disquietly
Shhh—use your inside voice
Your inside voice, your inside voice
It’s all white noise, it’s all white noise
A bleeding sheep’s heart a cheater’s cheap cheating chart, to misinform is the norm,
this is your porn it ain’t art. How can you in a single breath announce that you’re number one, then distress about the mess that the mainstream has spun? You’re spouting way too hard with such a limp dictum, you’re only happy when you get to be victor and victim. Shouting is the norm with a booming platform pushing a proxy indignation to a silver Foxy foaming generation.
Not all you’re thinking needs to be said that’s the joy of having voices just inside of your head. So while you look into the camera and you spew white noise remember your vocabulary has a passing voice. And it’s mostly just a matter of a ticking clock ’til ratings fall, chopping block, and then your outside voice will begin to be in.
No rush, just hush.
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10. |
Pretty Awful
04:25
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Pretty Awful
Pretty awful, pretty awful
You get away with what you get away with
And then you wink and you grin
You get away with what you get away with
A privileged line you cut in
Push to the front, manners are blunted
“Look at the nice red Ferrari…”
You get away with what you get away with
Concession because of kin
No clue that you get to do the thing
’cause you’re beautiful
You get away with what you get away with
Born with original win
Pretty awful, pretty awful
You never worry, that you never worry
Why have a cause for concern
You never worry, that you never worry
Breathtaking bridges can’t burn
Swagger to spend, so condescending
“Of course we met on safari…”
You never worry, that you never worry
It says one way but you turn
Insincere it’s clear I fear that we’re all responsible
So, you never worry, that you never worry
The only lesson you’ve learned
Pretty awful, pretty awful
You get away with what you get away with
Let’s get this perfectly clear
You get away with what you get away with
Because of how you appear
Pretty awful, pretty awful
Pretty awful, pretty awful
You’re pretty awful
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11. |
Bitter Angelica
04:53
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Bitter Angelica
A perfect palindrome is somehow in my home
This was all impossible
If asked a week before
I would have cursed and swore
That this was all impossible
Despite the days the flavor stays
While every hour got more sour
Once the spice had gone to seed
Who knew that you and I agreed
Smiles wasted, thousands of words of wanting
Kisses tasted, undaunted back to daunting
Perfect laughter, so classy and so clever
How could I forget the taste of Bitter Angelica?
You only aged a day, you knew just what to say
Every part of me said yes
I tried to not forget
The lessons learned and yet
Every part of me said yes
I was here for years and years
And you were there and couldn’t care
Growing like a pretty weed
Who knew that all you love is need
Smiles wasted, thousands of words of wanting
Kisses tasted, undaunted back to daunting
Perfect laughter, exchanging now for never
How could I forget the taste of Bitter Angelica?
I know that I’m better off
But no one loves a know-it-all
Repasting makes hungers change
From sizable to small
Smiles wasted, thousands of words of wanting
Kisses tasted, undaunted back to daunting
Perfect laughter, who wants to live forever
How could I forget the tastes of Bitter Angelica?
Now I’m back in my place just thinking about face
Angelica reminded me
Her tastes were sharp and cold
Good thing I bought then sold
What Angelica reminded me
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12. |
Once I'm Famous & Rich
04:04
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13. |
How Did You Do It
04:40
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How Did You Do It
Kept in a box under a chair behind a curtain
Unsavable in disrepair my fate uncertain
The faded hue the pieces too far gone to mention
This worn out lot is what I’ve got for intervention
Trust us we can travel through time
A bit of rust a bit of dust
Does not mean I have perished
And some patina doesn’t mean
I should not end up cherished
How did you do it, how did you find the
part the piece the plans
How did you do it, how can this be the
same thing in my hands
We weren’t sure that we could trust
the luster would somehow return
How did you do it, how did you do it?
Well-weathered whispers tell me I’m
correct twice every day
And though my shimmer’s gotten
dimmer I can’t be thrown away
I know the wistful words are blurred
on my engraving
My days of halcyon are gone but
I am still worth saving
Trust us we can travel through time
A skillful hand a gentle band can fix a filigree
And might let you savor any flavor left in
this antiquity
How did you do it, how did you find the
part the piece the plans
How did you do it, how can this be the
same thing in my hands
We weren’t sure that we could trust
the luster would ever return
How did you do it, how did you do it?
Get to be living ’cause you’re dyeing
Get to be peaceful ’cause you’re trying
The old is in as you’re renewing
You really know what you are doing
I love the jangle of your jotting
I love the pointing of your plotting
My hands are moving as you’re watching
I’m bottomed out as you’re top notching
As I am ragged you’re renewing
I’m clutching at what you’re pursuing
I’m getting pure while you’re approving
I stand restored while you’re removing
My scale is easy to the sketcher
My Blades are sharpened West of Fletcher
And I hope that I’m deserving of all the
a’praising and all the conserving and preserving
How did you do it, how did you find
the part the piece the plans
How did you do it, how can this be
the same thing in my hands
We weren’t sure that we could trust
the luster would somehow return
How did you do it, how did you do it?
How did you do it, how did you even
know where to begin
How did you do it, how can this be
the same thing I brought in
We never thought that we would get
to reconnect with such a past
How you did do it how you did do it?
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14. |
Drowning ≠ Drowning
04:32
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Drowning ≠ Drowning
You wouldn’t know it just by looking
His face is calm against the sea
He never waves in any saving
Just keeps rebuilding with debris
Then as the con begins descending
Finds he’s unmooring from the quay
Drowning does not look like drowning
Water’s embrace seems quite sincere
Hardly a wave is made
You suddenly just disappear
No evidence that you were here
Drowning does not look like drowning
He never asks for any rescue
He never sends an SOS
He isn’t looking for a savior
What good’s a succor to success
Though he’s been craving absolution
He’s never willing to confess
Drowning does not look like drowning
Water’s embrace seems quite sincere
Hardly a wave is made
You suddenly just disappear
No evidence that you were here
Drowning does not look like drowning
Frank is gone, yet we go on
Kurdt is gone, yet we go on
Adam’s gone, Neil is gone
Yet we go on
And though the tides continue rising
He proudly takes it on the chin
Mistaking vanity for valor
Mistaking weathering for win
And with the silence that he’s squalling
Turns out he’s flooding from within
Drowning does not look like drowning
Water’s embrace seems quite sincere
Hardly a wave is made
You suddenly just disappear
No evidence that you were here
Drowning does not look like drowning
Water’s embrace looks quite sincere
Hardly a wave is made
You suddenly just disappear
Somehow we have to persevere
Oscar’s gone, yet we go on
Andy’s gone, yet we go on
Michael’s gone, AB’s gone
Yet we go on
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George Hrab Bethlehem, Pennsylvania
George Hrab is a multi-instrumentalist, singer, songwriter, story teller, science advocate, producer, composer, & vigilant defender of the Theory of Gravity. He’s produced seven studio albums, 800 plus podcasts, two books, one concert DVD and is determined to keep making more and more stuff everyday. ... more
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