Post by merricat on Aug 8, 2009 3:22:38 GMT -5
That M.A.N.N.
Testing... testing...
I am the Cosmic, I am the Drama.
I am sending things to Earth:
Maps, programs, feelings.
Can you hear me?
"Who's doing this?"
Who's killing us?
Is this darkness in you, too?"
Do you notice?
Do you notice my scars?
They are inside my heart.
I have nothing to do with your insane point of view.
That was a lie, why is it so hard for me to tell you?
You can, you will, you will, you can,
You can, you will, you can be that man.
You will, you can, you can, you will,
You will, you can, you can be that man.
Do you shoot straight from the hip?
What is that inside your pocket?
I have nothing to do with your deranged point of view.
That was a lie, why do I even try to tell you?
You can, you will, you will, you can,
You can, you will, you can be that man.
You will, you can, you can, you will,
You will, you can, you can be that man.
King Friend
King Reason is my king.
He taught me, now I sing.
He has the nose, knows what's best.
Sheepskin, his clothes, unwell-dressed.
King Reason has a queen,
And I am in-between.
She held me down when I realized
Dead in the ground, we all will die.
Queen Reason held me down,
So I am still around.
She could have said, "Heaven-sent."
She held her tongue, did not relent.
King Reason had a dream
To become everything.
He taught me how, housed me in.
He taught me how, now I'm everything (a king).
Now I'm everything.
The Showing of the Instruments
You can't be my friend,
Oh my God!
They're Ready For Us to Come Home
Don't even try.
Don't go, no, you won't make all that cold wet dry.
Don't let those hopes grow till they show their size.
No, that's not only smoke creeping through the window.
Holy Ghosts control my space and time.
And they will find me in the end.
Yes, they will find me in the end.
And they will find me in the end.
Yes, they will find me in the end.
I have not enough heart.
You've been a-lyin' from the start.
My brains, they always change,
They're not set in stone.
Flap your wings, dip into the dream.
We're getting ready to come home.
We're getting ready to come home.
We're getting ready to come home.
(To be sung full-throated with hands held to the heavens:)
They're ready for us to come home!
My art is not-that-good art.
My art is not-that-good art.
My art is not-that-good art.
My art is not-that-good art.
My art, my art,
My art, my art.
My art is not-that-good art.
You get off, got off to a better start.
Our success was never set in any stone.
I bent myself to bring you these marvelous things.
They blossom and they bloom into you.
I thought you might have wanted them, too.
I thought you maybe wanted them, too.
Maybe you maybe wanted them, too.
Mindthings to W.A.S.T.E.
The birds are brave, they keep the bugs at bay.
The bugs die slowly at the bottom of my bed.
They live one day, then they rapidly decay.
We all die slowly, but we are not dead.
I chirp all day, it keeps the beasts away.
My head stopped growin', but that is not mind.
Pale as I may be, I'm darker every day.
Me, my head stopped growin', but that is not my mind.
My mind, my mind.
I have to make you mine.
I have to make you my mind.
Mind, I have to make you mine.
My mind, I have to make you my mind.
I am a brain!
I see shadows! I feel pain!
I have made a trade!
I have made a great mistake!
A genius design is where I reside.
No Guh would take this much time
To open my eyes.
I have to make you mine.
I have to make you my mind.
Mind, I have to make you mine.
My mind, I have to make you my mind.
YouTube the Clouds (Anything That Flies)
I was, I was,
I was, I was,
I was victorious once.
I was, I was.
That was me, I had to believe it to see.
That was me, tugging upwards at your sleeve,
Directing you to the clouds,
Directing you underground.
I was, I was,
I was, I was,
I had big dreams,
Nice things, nice things.
That was me, as you puked up the repeats.
That was me, so you were never alone, really.
Now wrap your brains 'round the bomb.
Hold me tight in your arms.
Now wrap your brains 'round the bomb,
Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb.
Hold me tight in your arms,
Arms, arms, arms, arms.
...And You Will Know Me By the Trail of Dead
Cast me out again, cast me out.
Cast me out again, cast me out.
Cast me out into the summer.
Cast me out of the tribe.
Cast me out into the wonder.
Cast me out of the tribe.
It's a bright, bright day!
It's a bright, bright day!
These are bright, bright days.
These are bright, bright days.
Two Satchels of Light
Here I go, where'd I go?
here I go, where'd I go?
I went to the sun.
I fell.
I heard all the tales they had to tell about me.
The weight of the gun.
I felt
The piercing of the piece pressing in from all around me.
Here I go, where'd I go?
Here I go, where'd I go?
I could kill all your beliefs.
I could show you what I see.
You could practice what I preach.
You could love me, I am the enemy.
"Here I am!"
"So glad you are!"
"Here I am!"
"So glad you are!"
Take me to your darkest place.
I Haven't Kissed a Guy in Lightyears
They wanted me covered in sleep.
They had enough of my dreams.
I heard that pop, I could not stop.
Not for sale.
Ask My Flashlight
I, with my flashlight, hiding underneath your bed
With my dirty hands and my dirty feet and my flashlight.
My flashlight is the only light that I have, so don't you ask.
My flashlight is holy bright, but it's also black and it wants me back.
A stare can share a lot in dreams.
I swear to take care of what's in front of me.
A stare from the guard tears me apart
And I squirm, I never learn.
And rays from behind all roar up and shine,
And I fall down from your halls.
And as I die, a choir shouts a blessing,
And as I squirm with the worms, I ask, "What is depressing?"
Because it shouldn't sit to end up in the pits when you die.
Would you even try to organize, breathe fire, and rise in the air?
Would you even care?
And as I burn, I would learn how to start a fierce demon choir.
We would march to the arch with the question,
"Who fuels all this hellfire and what's below it?"
But I should ask what's in your head cos I'm under your bed,
And I'm mean, never coming clean.
And you ask for a light, which comes as no surprise,
And I'm there with my tangled hair.
And as he dies, a choir shouts a blessing.
And as he squirms with the worms,
I ask, "What is depressing?"
And how to fight it.
Contactus, Little Green Man
Now, not currently hating myself,
Not currently living unwell,
Not currently burning in hell.
Now, no baby birds, no night clouds,
No shut-eye, no falling down,
No chirping in my mouth.
Now, not currently hating myself,
Not currently burning in hell,
Not currently burning in hell.
All our parts are, all our parts are
Making good, make good.
Making good, make good.
Make me good!
Make me good.
LITTLE GREEN MAN!
All our parts are, all our parts are
Making good, make good.
Making good, make good.
Make me good!
Make me good.
Don't Say Nice Things
When you say things, you speak your mind.
You speak your mind when you say things.
When you don't say things, you should think of one.
There are never two.
How could there ever be anything more than just you?
When I say things, I should maybe not.
I should maybe shut my mainframe scum system of nervousness off.
When I don't say things, I heave and ho.
I to and fro, I never float gently.
I never merrily row.
And you should not say nice things if you don't mean them.
And you should not say mean things at all.
Don't say nice things.
Don't say mean things, leaving me speechless again.
Introverted, I am going to hell in a handbasket.
Jacket, coloured sand, no shoes.
Extrovert that you are, I'll cut you up into jars.
I'll feed your love to the sharks as food.
And you should not say nice things if you don't mean them.
And you should not say mean things at all.
Don't say nice things if you don't mean them.
Don't say mean things at all.
And if you are speechless then, you should never say anything again.
spuɐH oN
Taking chances every game I've got.
Breaking rules I set myself, oh God!
Brain bleeds bright when I tie it into a knot.
Breaking rules I set myself, oh God!
And if it's black that you're wanting,
Then it is that you will get.
And if it's black that your'e wanting from me,
Then it is that you will get.
Then it is that you will get.
Then it is that you will get.
How dumb would I be to ship out to sea
With a casket on me,
Chained with thorns in my body?
How dumb must it be for an entire country
To back people like these?
They are blackwatering the lobby.
No hands to hold onto of my family in the desert.
No feet to walk the streets of the desert with my family.
No face to make ungrateful dead expressions of the empire.
No hands to hold onto of my family. They are all glass.
They are all glass.
No hands to hold onto of my family in the desert.
Testing... testing...
I am the Cosmic, I am the Drama.
I am sending things to Earth:
Maps, programs, feelings.
Can you hear me?
"Who's doing this?"
Who's killing us?
Is this darkness in you, too?"
Do you notice?
Do you notice my scars?
They are inside my heart.
I have nothing to do with your insane point of view.
That was a lie, why is it so hard for me to tell you?
You can, you will, you will, you can,
You can, you will, you can be that man.
You will, you can, you can, you will,
You will, you can, you can be that man.
Do you shoot straight from the hip?
What is that inside your pocket?
I have nothing to do with your deranged point of view.
That was a lie, why do I even try to tell you?
You can, you will, you will, you can,
You can, you will, you can be that man.
You will, you can, you can, you will,
You will, you can, you can be that man.
King Friend
King Reason is my king.
He taught me, now I sing.
He has the nose, knows what's best.
Sheepskin, his clothes, unwell-dressed.
King Reason has a queen,
And I am in-between.
She held me down when I realized
Dead in the ground, we all will die.
Queen Reason held me down,
So I am still around.
She could have said, "Heaven-sent."
She held her tongue, did not relent.
King Reason had a dream
To become everything.
He taught me how, housed me in.
He taught me how, now I'm everything (a king).
Now I'm everything.
The Showing of the Instruments
You can't be my friend,
Oh my God!
They're Ready For Us to Come Home
Don't even try.
Don't go, no, you won't make all that cold wet dry.
Don't let those hopes grow till they show their size.
No, that's not only smoke creeping through the window.
Holy Ghosts control my space and time.
And they will find me in the end.
Yes, they will find me in the end.
And they will find me in the end.
Yes, they will find me in the end.
I have not enough heart.
You've been a-lyin' from the start.
My brains, they always change,
They're not set in stone.
Flap your wings, dip into the dream.
We're getting ready to come home.
We're getting ready to come home.
We're getting ready to come home.
(To be sung full-throated with hands held to the heavens:)
They're ready for us to come home!
My art is not-that-good art.
My art is not-that-good art.
My art is not-that-good art.
My art is not-that-good art.
My art, my art,
My art, my art.
My art is not-that-good art.
You get off, got off to a better start.
Our success was never set in any stone.
I bent myself to bring you these marvelous things.
They blossom and they bloom into you.
I thought you might have wanted them, too.
I thought you maybe wanted them, too.
Maybe you maybe wanted them, too.
Mindthings to W.A.S.T.E.
The birds are brave, they keep the bugs at bay.
The bugs die slowly at the bottom of my bed.
They live one day, then they rapidly decay.
We all die slowly, but we are not dead.
I chirp all day, it keeps the beasts away.
My head stopped growin', but that is not mind.
Pale as I may be, I'm darker every day.
Me, my head stopped growin', but that is not my mind.
My mind, my mind.
I have to make you mine.
I have to make you my mind.
Mind, I have to make you mine.
My mind, I have to make you my mind.
I am a brain!
I see shadows! I feel pain!
I have made a trade!
I have made a great mistake!
A genius design is where I reside.
No Guh would take this much time
To open my eyes.
I have to make you mine.
I have to make you my mind.
Mind, I have to make you mine.
My mind, I have to make you my mind.
YouTube the Clouds (Anything That Flies)
I was, I was,
I was, I was,
I was victorious once.
I was, I was.
That was me, I had to believe it to see.
That was me, tugging upwards at your sleeve,
Directing you to the clouds,
Directing you underground.
I was, I was,
I was, I was,
I had big dreams,
Nice things, nice things.
That was me, as you puked up the repeats.
That was me, so you were never alone, really.
Now wrap your brains 'round the bomb.
Hold me tight in your arms.
Now wrap your brains 'round the bomb,
Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb.
Hold me tight in your arms,
Arms, arms, arms, arms.
...And You Will Know Me By the Trail of Dead
Cast me out again, cast me out.
Cast me out again, cast me out.
Cast me out into the summer.
Cast me out of the tribe.
Cast me out into the wonder.
Cast me out of the tribe.
It's a bright, bright day!
It's a bright, bright day!
These are bright, bright days.
These are bright, bright days.
Two Satchels of Light
Here I go, where'd I go?
here I go, where'd I go?
I went to the sun.
I fell.
I heard all the tales they had to tell about me.
The weight of the gun.
I felt
The piercing of the piece pressing in from all around me.
Here I go, where'd I go?
Here I go, where'd I go?
I could kill all your beliefs.
I could show you what I see.
You could practice what I preach.
You could love me, I am the enemy.
"Here I am!"
"So glad you are!"
"Here I am!"
"So glad you are!"
Take me to your darkest place.
I Haven't Kissed a Guy in Lightyears
They wanted me covered in sleep.
They had enough of my dreams.
I heard that pop, I could not stop.
Not for sale.
Ask My Flashlight
I, with my flashlight, hiding underneath your bed
With my dirty hands and my dirty feet and my flashlight.
My flashlight is the only light that I have, so don't you ask.
My flashlight is holy bright, but it's also black and it wants me back.
A stare can share a lot in dreams.
I swear to take care of what's in front of me.
A stare from the guard tears me apart
And I squirm, I never learn.
And rays from behind all roar up and shine,
And I fall down from your halls.
And as I die, a choir shouts a blessing,
And as I squirm with the worms, I ask, "What is depressing?"
Because it shouldn't sit to end up in the pits when you die.
Would you even try to organize, breathe fire, and rise in the air?
Would you even care?
And as I burn, I would learn how to start a fierce demon choir.
We would march to the arch with the question,
"Who fuels all this hellfire and what's below it?"
But I should ask what's in your head cos I'm under your bed,
And I'm mean, never coming clean.
And you ask for a light, which comes as no surprise,
And I'm there with my tangled hair.
And as he dies, a choir shouts a blessing.
And as he squirms with the worms,
I ask, "What is depressing?"
And how to fight it.
Contactus, Little Green Man
Now, not currently hating myself,
Not currently living unwell,
Not currently burning in hell.
Now, no baby birds, no night clouds,
No shut-eye, no falling down,
No chirping in my mouth.
Now, not currently hating myself,
Not currently burning in hell,
Not currently burning in hell.
All our parts are, all our parts are
Making good, make good.
Making good, make good.
Make me good!
Make me good.
LITTLE GREEN MAN!
All our parts are, all our parts are
Making good, make good.
Making good, make good.
Make me good!
Make me good.
Don't Say Nice Things
When you say things, you speak your mind.
You speak your mind when you say things.
When you don't say things, you should think of one.
There are never two.
How could there ever be anything more than just you?
When I say things, I should maybe not.
I should maybe shut my mainframe scum system of nervousness off.
When I don't say things, I heave and ho.
I to and fro, I never float gently.
I never merrily row.
And you should not say nice things if you don't mean them.
And you should not say mean things at all.
Don't say nice things.
Don't say mean things, leaving me speechless again.
Introverted, I am going to hell in a handbasket.
Jacket, coloured sand, no shoes.
Extrovert that you are, I'll cut you up into jars.
I'll feed your love to the sharks as food.
And you should not say nice things if you don't mean them.
And you should not say mean things at all.
Don't say nice things if you don't mean them.
Don't say mean things at all.
And if you are speechless then, you should never say anything again.
spuɐH oN
Taking chances every game I've got.
Breaking rules I set myself, oh God!
Brain bleeds bright when I tie it into a knot.
Breaking rules I set myself, oh God!
And if it's black that you're wanting,
Then it is that you will get.
And if it's black that your'e wanting from me,
Then it is that you will get.
Then it is that you will get.
Then it is that you will get.
How dumb would I be to ship out to sea
With a casket on me,
Chained with thorns in my body?
How dumb must it be for an entire country
To back people like these?
They are blackwatering the lobby.
No hands to hold onto of my family in the desert.
No feet to walk the streets of the desert with my family.
No face to make ungrateful dead expressions of the empire.
No hands to hold onto of my family. They are all glass.
They are all glass.
No hands to hold onto of my family in the desert.
