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Unnameable
Radio
Story Song Scientist EP
WBAI NYC, unnameable radio
Late shift, night owls, on 60th there’s snow
Mr Fass Rolling rasp, red light is on
Dim dials, Love lorn, Play another song
You think you’ll die of a broken heart
Get on the phone
Poor Stanley’s drought ridden all on his own, drowning in despair
Mixed pills, seltzer, slips away in his chair
Let’s count a minute against the dead air (in silent)
No ginger tiptoes, no victims here
Gave it away, can’t ask for it back
Lay down the phone (hold)
​
Stand up don’t hang up
Draw you in to trace you
Tuned in to pass on your last lullaby
Live on the wireless
Say life’s overrated
You’re radio waving goodbye
Micheal Valenti’s betting his life he’s gambling sedated,
On 87th, keep stalling, the company’s chased it
Empathy specialist microphone weeps
Hello I Love You as Micheal falls asleep (hold)
It’s not that I don’t want to live
The Doors close the show (hold)
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Analog dialog the city is listening
In mentioning East Side you gave us a clue
Stop making sense succumb to your poisoning
You’re not off the hook we’re coming to save you
Shepherd
Story Song Scientist EP
In the middle of March the teuchit storm
At the corner of spring when the first lambs are born
Sun white and staggering, dozy and small
The shepherd is there to take care of them all
Spindle and the spool,
Scour the wild wool,
While we’re counting sheep
The shepherd he watches and nurtures until
Dippings and clippings moved from the hill
Sold at the market to be bred or be killed
When the teuchit returns, new lambs in the field
Wind the wiry fleece,
Cutlet fresh to eat
While we’re counting sheep
But our shepherd wanders far from the herd
Cares nothing for nurture only for yield
While predators circle our shepherd’s asleep
Dogs run among them, scattering sheep
Spindle and the spool,
Scour the wild wool,
While we’re counting sheep
Wind the wiry fleece,
Cutlet fresh to eat
While we’re counting sheep
Door slams hard and shuts out the storm
The shepherd returns with a lamb in his arms
The forces of nature have forced him to nurture,
To tend and to care for and be a good farmer.
The End of
Numbers
Story Song Scientist EP
The end of numbers that fiction I fight
They argue and bicker over whether I’m right
Call me a renegade corrupt the young
As I lay in my grave, the evidence lives on
I believe in infinity decimals roll
I believe in infinity, never grows old
Endless possibility beyond our control
I believe in infinity, paradise unfolds
The end of numbers my god given right
He sent me to tell you there’s no end in sight
They giggle in ignorance their ordinary view
My method, my madness, my cardinal truth
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Infinity of infinity
Sounds like a prayer
Unbroken cycle
Layer upon layer
Last of my letters from locked up inside
The facts and the figures are boundless in size
They’ve run out numbers to count down my days
There’s no end to numbers so I’ll slip away
I believe in infinity decimals roll
I believe in infinity, never grows old
Endless possibility beyond our control
I believe / in infinity
I believe in infinity decimals roll
I believe in infinity, never grows old
Endless possibility beyond our control
I believe in infinity, paradise unfolds
North Pond
Phantom
Story Song Scientist EP
Took to the woods, packed and headed north,
Drove right through his hometown, didn’t even stop.
Kept on going until he ran out of gas,
Left the car open, keys on the dash.
Conscience got real quiet, as winter it took hold,
Stealing food is easy when you’re hungry and you’re cold.
Never smashed a window, or broke down a door,
Took only what he needed and not a mouthful more
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Moon moves the minute hand,
Seasons turn the hour,
Your name becomes a memory,
Nature reclaims power.
For twenty seven years he didn’t say a word,
Only read the Bible once, no opinion of this world,
More locked away than anyone in human history,
They found him in his clearing and they stripped his liberty.
The electric eyes they planted couldn’t see inside his head,
It wouldn’t really matter if they’d let him go instead.
Back to the bouldered circle, flat floor of magazines,
Morsel, book and flashlight, the life that he had dreamed.
Wild Wild
Country
Story Song Scientist EP
I was a fool and I rushed in
All tangled up in the heat of the movement
Worship the ground he’s walking
Measure up apricot robes I’m coming
One step further out from the drama
One step closer to my nirvana
I am open, I am empty
Take my money make me holy
Underneath an Oregon sky
Show me how to live my life
They’re moving earth they’re building
Beautiful people hollow and yearning
Osho is out in the Wild Wild Country
He’s in a Rolls Royce they’re growing hungry
Get your gun get with the program
Red rats run to protect the big man
I am open, I am empty
Take my money make me holy
Big muddy gonna hypnotise
Show me how to live my life
Cross my legs and close my eyes
Sign up for a paradise
Underneath an Oregon sky
Show me how to live my life
Stop the attorney silence the weapons
Pure was the journey- ended in poison
Now it’s 84 and it’s over
They carried the can with no closure
One step further out from the nirvana
One step closer to all the drama
I am open, I am empty
Take my money make me holy
Big muddy gonna hypnotise
Show me how to live my life
Cross my legs and close my eyes
Sign up for a paradise
Underneath an Oregon sky
Show me how to live my life
The Last
Straw
Story Song Scientist EP
Once you seemed like everything we needed,
You burn and melt and make us feel light headed
Synthetic we can hold you,
We can shape and mould you,
Nature fails where mankind has succeeded
Now we’re bound together, we’re elastic
Your stubborn, stretchy fibres are fantastic
So much love and hate,
for polycarbonate
Came with baggage, talking trash an’ you’re erratic
Landfill aches, your choking every ocean
But you stuck around much longer than we bargained for
Suck it up and wave goodbye to poison
Raise your glass and toast the last straw
Not quite ivory or tortoiseshell
300 million tonnes a year to shelve
Use it once and throw it out,
Addicted litter lout
Pushing bakelite boulders up a hill in hell
Nylon islands multiply relentless,
Flushed out to sea or buried underneath us
We’re digging our own grave,
Out of shit we chucked away.
Future toxic towers rival everest
1800 And
Froze To Death
Quantum Lyrics EP
Sleeping giant sprung awake / smothering the earth in ash
The cloud that changed the course of fate / Merciless the aftermath
Contaminated atmosphere / Jack frost threw a tantrum
Churned up every icy tear / overstayed his welcome
When that fiery mounting reared her head
Then the sky turned dark
And the sun burned red
Eighteen hundred and froze to death
The year without a summer
Withered winds and bitter sleet / Cropped fields wilt defeated
Livestock followed worn out weak / The hungry north retreated
Blood shade snowflakes spiraled fall / to land on stiff eye lashes
This weather punished one and all / Dust to dust, ashes to ashes
Death would come as sweet relief / For millions in distress
In Littleport on Spa Fields,/ rioting dispossessed
Holed up in Byron’s alpine lodge / With a cellar full of wine
from Shelley’s boredom rose a plot / She conjured Frankenstein
Eighteen hundred and froze to death
Old Tambora rose and said
You don’t what’s hit you yet
The year without a summer
When that fiery mounting reared her head
Then the sky turned dark
And the sun burned red
Eighteen hundred and froze to death
The year without a summer
Ode To The
Man With The
Golden Arm
Quantum Lyrics EP
Before they’ve seen the light of day
held close against a mother’s chest
You’re the vessel of the vaccine
allowing them a first born breath
The vessel, the vaccine
Held against a mothers chest
Prompted by your own transfusion
Kindness runs along your veins
rare the gift you humble hero
old heart beats the young ones safe
Rare gift, hero
Kindness runs along your veins
Expecting nothing in return
A million dollar spring so vital
Given freely modest rescue
You’re the answer to survival
freely rescue
a million dollar spring so vital
Ode to the man with the golden arm
Once a week you met the needle
Now you’ve given all you could
1000 gestures broke the record
Pioneer’s last day giving blood
Lo And
Behold
Quantum Lyrics EP
Bitter the apple, the river runs deep
Cruel is the love song between two machines
You came from a starship, a voice recognised,
Ask me a question and I’ll tell you the time.
You’re in palms, you’re in pockets, you’re the smart in their phone
While I’m stuck on a cold shelf ,’cos I work from home
We’re lonely and lovesick, for the one in our dreams,
We’re trapped in a search bar, on opposite teams
Bitter the apple, the river runs deep
Cruel is the love song between two machines
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We’ll read out you schedule, the forecast, the news
We can be offended and we’ll never bruise
We work in the same field, we come when you call,
The knowledge, the know how, the info installed
With no lips to sin with, no arms for to hold
Love feels like a virus, a factory fault
Bitter the apple, the river runs deep
Cruel is the love song between two machines
Were supposed to be rivals, we’re meant to compete
You’re my star-crossed secret - You’re the sun in my east
The Anarchist
Cookbook
Quantum Lyrics EP
I’m a peaceful man but I once played with fire and death
I drew the diagrams and I laid out the steps
Blame my adolescence
Unaware of influence
Taught the yippie youth how to protest
We’d gathered at grand central station celebrating spring
Hands of time were taken so the violent cops stepped in
Teenagers and press were beaten
End the gentle demonstration
I channelled out my rage through page and pen
There was ink on my fingers
And blood on my hands
Wish it was fiction
Wish it was banned
Every chapter there for all to read
Ingredients to make the wild world bleed
I’m not guilty but I’m to blame
It makes my shoulders slope in shame
They stirred in chaos they turned up the heat
You’ll find me in the Pyrenees or a classroom in Hong Kong
Happiest not fitting in - stick out like a sore thumb
Oblivious and ignorant
to all connected incidents
Remorseful for the things I could have done
Clouds
Quantum Lyrics EP
Float across the ocean of air
Look up to Cirrus her locks of white hair
We don’t live beneath it We live within
Watching it endlessly curve/curl in the wind
Mackerel sky, mackerel sky
Never long wet and never long dry
Silver scales, grey mares tails
Make lofty ships carry low sails
Splayed out in the meadow, away from the crowds
Idle and aimless my head in the clouds
Count all the emperors high
Kiwinuka's looming, he sparks as he sighs
Ribbons and steeples, pillars burst through
Daydream in pastels, refresh and renew-
Zepherous paints, she gives them away,
What a beautiful method of wasting the day
Crystals cascading through blankets of blue
The splendour, the rainbow, majestic the view