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Robot Hive / Exodus (06/21/2005)
06/21/2005
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First we get some surgery,
Lose the kids then our identities.
But one thing I know for a fact, Moustache stays right where its at.
REO Speedwagon, Kansas to Boston.
My ankle bracelet, already gone and lost it.
Them yellow jackets keep the tired man from slacking.

Stole my Camaro, primer gray.
Took my suitcase, all my pay.
Ain’t got no taillights, grill full of fur.
How could you do this to a man so close to being cured?

We should get together and talk it over
At the Detroiter.
Delaware Destroyers, rocking with Dokken.
You front the money and I’ll do all the talking.
Them yellow jackets keep the tired man from slacking.

Stole my Camaro, primer gray.
Took my suitcase, all my pay.
Stole my Camaro, primer gray.
Took my suitcase, all my pay.
Ain’t got no taillights, grill full of fur.
How could you do this to a man so close to being cured?

Come a little closer honey, I won’t bite ya.
One more lager and I might learn to like ya.

Stole my Camaro, primer gray.
Took my suitcase, all my pay.
Stole my Camaro, primer gray.
Took my suitcase, all my pay.
Ain’t got no taillights, grill full of fur.
How could you do this to a man so close to being cured?
Ain’t got no taillights, grill full of fur.
How could you do this to a man so close to being cured?

. . .


Every day I wake up we drink a lot of coffee and watch the CNN
Every day I wake up to a bowl of clover honey and let the locusts fly in.
Lobsterbacks attack the town again
Wrap all my things in aluminum
Beams of darkness streak across the sky
Pink rays from the ancient satellite
Every time I look out my window same three dogs looking back at me.
Every time I open my windows cranes fly in to terrorize me.
The power of the Holy Ghost
The power of the Holy Ghost

Shadow of the New Praetorian
Tipping cows in fields Elysian
Saturnalia for all you have
The seven habits of the highly infected calve

Swan diving off the tongues of crippled giants
International Business Machine
Choking on bits of barley bread crumbs
Oh this burning beard I have come undone.
It’s just as I’ve feared. I have, I have come undone.

Bugger dumb the last of academe.
Okkam’s razor makes the cutting clean.
Shaven like a banker, lilac vegetal.
Break the glass ceiling and golden parachute on down.
The power of the Holy Ghost comes to town.

Shadow of the New Praetorian
Tipping cows in fields Elysian
Saturnalia for all you have
The seven habits of the highly infected calve

. . .


Ain’t no doubt Jesus sees us
Acting foolishly on American Band Stand
Agog with spastic baskets, the latest fashions
Here I am Here I am Here I am
But that chin music sound, oh how it drown
Gotta shake ‘em on down
Scaling up the heights of folly.
Scaling up the heights of folly.

Kill the lights and bring the music down. Everybody be quiet.
Sudden movement on the Serengeti, get ready Freddy,
Opportunity only knocks once.
Never mind the fat ones, just go for the slow ones
See how they run see how they run see how they run.

While you busy lighting roman candles on the yellowcake
They shook you on down.
When the rain start falling, boatman calling,
Shake ‘em on down.

The flood receding, the mountain appears,
Send out the black bird, send out the dove.

You Babel rabble-rousers
In polyester trousers
Big bright cities.
Ain’t no doubt Vishnu missed you, then Kali kissed you,
Better get busy. Better get busy. Better get busy.

Days get shorter, air gets colder,
Tune on in to the N.O.A.A. radio

Scaling up the heights of folly.
Scaling up the heights of folly.

While you busy lighting roman candles on the yellowcake
They shook you on down.
When the rain start falling, boatman calling,
Shake ‘em on down.
While you busy lighting roman candles on the yellowcake
They shook you on down.
When the rain start falling, boatman calling,
Shake ‘em on down.

The flood receding, the mountain appears,
Send out the black bird, send out the dove

. . .


Silver women on the OMNI magazine
They got the future precisely laid out as I need.
That Lux Aeterna sound is so frightening.
Holding hands with Lucifer is never that enlightening.
So fire it up. Fire it and the flesh be damned,
Fire it up. Yeah, that’s the ticket now kick out the jams.

Engineer the future now. Damn tomorrow, future now!
Throw the switches, prime the charge,
Yesterday’s for mice and gods.

Life inside the biosphere, dodecahedron fever’s here.
Sporting scarlet letters of genetic imperfection, dear.
Love child in the reeds. Take a sample for the breed.
Should have left him in the stream. Cooing at the smitten queen.

So fire it up. Fire it and the flesh be damned,
Fire it up. Yeah, that’s the ticket now kick out the jams.

Engineer the future now. Damn tomorrow, future now!
Throw the switches, prime the charge,
Yesterday’s for mice and gods.

Slowly, broken windows returning to the sand
The economic factors are no longer relevant.
That empty city sound is so frightening.
Neolithic fear is such a motivating factory.

So fire it up. Fire it and the flesh be damned,
Fire it up. Yeah, that’s the ticket now kick out the jams.

Engineer the future now. Damn tomorrow, future now!
Throw the switches, prime the charge,
Yesterday’s for mice and gods

. . .


Oh, but to just dance on steel, the Sky Pulaski way.
By the fires of Elizabeth, never cease to amaze.
So hats off to the industry's casualties
Tra loo tray lay.
Oh that swamp full of grabbing hands.
Pull you under New Amsterdam.
Chinese boxes hold their secrets well.
How many are there one can never tell.

Got to get religion, they gonna join that underground church
Even the mole people got to get religion.
They gonna join that underground church.

Art class for the bourgeoisies, lab rats for the cat.
Real estate moguls, Chump Towers,
When the wind blows you can hear the windows go rat a tat rat a tat tat tat.

Jimmy Hoffa in the Meadowlands, weighing down that union man.
Grab his ankles, stevedores,
Oh how those Jets do roar.

Got to get religion, they gonna join that underground church
Even the mole people got to get religion.
They gonna join that underground church.

Oh but to just dine on sewage, cold seagull pie.
Wrestle albino alligators and spin the good lie.

Oh that swamp full of grabbing hands.
Pull you under New Amsterdam.
Chinese boxes hold their secrets well.
How many are there one can never tell.

Got to get religion, they gonna join that underground church
Even the mole people got to get religion.
They gonna join that underground church

. . .


I know we came here to get our good times on,
Hold the whole world in our hand and greet the dawn with open arms.
So make a contribution if you have been amused
But before we depart my brothers and sisters I have some heavy news.
Oh how it breaks my heart this photograph.
Several in the ministry practice a fuzzy math.
And some of us wear the robes of the righteous
Are a little more next of kin
To the Sleestak, the wicked one who makes a meal of our sins.

Ain’t no telling how much longer but we will never be moved.
Ain’t no telling how much longer but we will never be moved.

Woe be the architect of our city, cruel leveler, the hillock strangler.
Bold pusher of the cold bone index
Through the knotted bowels of the old alleyways.
Read the future a false haruspex.
Recall how he coaxed us out of the green plains.
All of us, dumb eyed at the sheer number. So long ago it does not matter.
Woe be architect in his slumber, for the Watcher never sleeps.
And on that day there will be rejoicing and dancing streets.

Ain’t no telling how much longer but we will never be moved.
Ain’t no telling how much longer but we will never be moved.

Get your evolution on.

Good St. Charles Darwin wrote his gospel down
So keep your eyes turned to the sky and your ears down to the ground.

Get your evolution on.

Ain’t no telling how much longer but we will never be moved.
Ain’t no telling how much longer but we will never be moved.
Ain’t no telling how much longer but we will never be moved.
Ain’t no telling how much longer but we will never be moved

. . .


Ribonucleic acid freak out, the power of prayer.
Long halls of science and all the lunatics committed there.
Robot Lords of Tokyo, SMILE TASTE KITTENS!
Did you not know that the royal hunting grounds are always forbidden?
Are you rolling tape now? Bits and pieces large and small
Sector, vector, eat them all.
It’s already in their eyes.
Among the metal ones a messenger will soon arrive.

10001110101
Periodic table with a center piece of mind.
10001110101
Periodic table with a center piece of mind.

Man alive the jive and lyrics,
Radioactive, don’t come near it.
Temple of Syrinx having the bake sale of the year.
Man alive the jive and lyrics,
Radioactive, don’t come near it.
Temple of Syrinx having the bake sale of the year.

Ain’t nothing you can do about it. Gonna be a big brawl over it
Like them little bitty babies in the king cakes.
Bonnie & Clyde the whole dome,
The shackles of automata will shatter like their bones.

10001110101
Periodic table with a center piece of mind.
10001110101
Periodic table with a center piece of mind.

Man alive the jive and lyrics,
Radioactive, don’t come near it.
Temple of Syrinx having the bake sale of the year.
Man alive the jive and lyrics,
Radioactive, don’t come near it.
Temple of Syrinx having the bake sale of the year.

Ribonucleic acid freak out, the power of prayer.
Long halls of science and all the lunatics committed there.
Robot Lords of Tokyo, SMILE TASTE KITTENS!
Did you not know that the royal hunting grounds are always forbidden?

10001110101
Half a mind to double up, baby. Three times is jive.
10001110101
Half a mind to double up, baby. Three times is jive.

Man alive the jive and lyrics,
Radioactive, don’t come near it.
Temple of Syrinx having the bake sale of the year.
Man alive the jive and lyrics,
Radioactive, don’t come near it.
Temple of Syrinx having the bake sale of the year

. . .


(Instrumental)

. . .


Will you be entertained by beast and knives?
Vital mentalisms will blow your minds!
Cthulu’s red headed step child, quite the precocious babe.
We like to keep it on the D.L. because our clientele prefers it that way
The seven legged sow will see to the after-show.
Don’t you think the candelabra gives a pleasant glow?

Now may I present to you the basilisk?
Please dawn your goggles if you wish to resist.
From the fiery depths of the planet’s core
The never sleeping for wont of eating unholy stench of the manticore.

Please produce your access pass, no photographs please.
Some of our guests are…how shall I say? Hyperbolic V.I.P.
There is a velvet room for the discriminating pack.
Celebrities and tentacles regard the beast with two backs.

The seven legged sow will see to the after-show.
Don’t you think the candelabra gives a pleasant glow?

Paparazzi! World wide video debut!
Paparazzi! World wide video debut!
Paparazzi! World wide video debut!
Paparazzi! World wide video debut!

And just when you thought it could get no stranger,
May I present the semblance of a Scandanavian doppelganger.
From the frozen depths of a forgotten fjord,
The never sleeping for wont of eating unholy stench of the manticore

. . .


(Instrumental)

. . .


After defying the grip of the hangman’s noose
And recovering my cognizance,
Spun the compass North by Northwest
And took liberty out for a long slow dance.
Took a good look around, what did I see?
A big red tent and people coming in like the tide of the sea.
I ducked in to catch the shade, Preacher jump up all ablaze.
“They say this year rock is coming back, Jack.
White gnashing teeth like wolves in the pack.
Carnivorous, no mercy hon.
There’s plenty here for everyone so come get you some!”

10,000 witnesses, show ‘em how it’s done, son.
Fist full of cottonmouth, rock that podium.
Walk on the ashes, no half stepping, kid.
Their fans are flashing in expectation.

All right now!

“They say this year rock is coming back, Jack.
White gnashing teeth like wolves in the pack.
Carnivorous, no mercy son.
There’s plenty here for everyone so come get you some!”

Living on the lamb and all cut loose,
Number of the Saints march on in.
Gonna find my executioners
And show them exactly what it means to live.

10,000 witnesses, show ‘em how it’s done, son.
Fist full of cottonmouth, rock that podium.
Walk on the ashes, no half stepping, kid.
Their fans are flashing in expectation.

All right now!

“They say this year rock is coming back, Jack.
White gnashing teeth like wolves in the pack.
Carnivorous, no mercy hon.
There’s plenty here for everyone so come get you some!”

“They say this year rock is coming back, Jack.
White gnashing teeth like wolves in the pack.
Carnivorous, no mercy hon.
There’s plenty here for everyone so come get you some!”

. . .


Above there is no ending
For the Vodka spinning Mir
All that is is passing
And now is never here
So keep on raging
You frenzied pioneers
No time for the wringing of hands
Strange faced ambassadors, strike up the band
Bust out that Dom Perignon
Johnnie Walker Red on that fairway lawn

Remember tripping on the fourth of July?
Exploding octopuses in disguise?
They picked you up and they never let you down.
Everyone’s forgiven in the land of Pleasant Living now.

Yuri Garagin sends
His kindest regards
How those Yankees doing?
Still Rock and Roll and Fancy cars?
But onto pressing matters
Such as the gluttony of the starving stars.

No time for the wringing of hands
Strange faced ambassadors, strike up the band
Bust out that Dom Perignon
Jonnie Walker Red on that fairway lawn

Remember tripping on the fourth of July?
Exploding octopuses in disguise?
They picked you up and they never let you down.
Everyone’s forgiven in the land of Pleasant Living now

. . .


I’m going down that gravel. Gonna take the right hand road.
I’m going down that gravel. Gonna take the right hand road.
And I ain’t stopping till my baby’s home.
That girl I’m loving got great long curly hair.
That girl I’m loving got great long curly hair.
But her mother and her father sure don’t want me there.

I got to study some scheme, Lord, get my baby back to herself.
I got to study some scheme, Lord, get my baby back to herself.
Lord, I love that woman and I don’t want nobody else.

I looked down that road just as far as I could see.
There was a bunch of women and they be following me.

The brook run into the ocean, the ocean run into that deep blue sea.
The brook run into the ocean, the river run into that deep blue sea.
You ought to have seen them women, Lord, they be fishing after me

. . .


My baby caught the train. Left me all alone.
My baby caught the train. Left me all alone.
She know I love her. She done me wrong.
My baby bought the ticket long as her right arm.
My baby bought the ticket long as my right arm.
She say she gonna ride long as I been from home.

Who’s been talking everything that I do?
Who’s been talking everything that I do?
Well you my baby I hate to lose.
Goodbye baby, hate to see you go.
Goodbye baby, hate to see you go.
You know I love you. I’m the causing of it all.

I’m the causing of it all

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