1. |
Satan Gave Me Sunglasses
02:42
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Satan Gave Me Sunglasses
Satan Gave Me Sunglasses
Darkened down my days
Jesus plucked those sunglasses
Off my frightened face
Had Jesus Christ not intervened
My life would be a waste
Thank you, Jesus
Thank you, Lord
You’ve brightened up my days
My brights had dimmed
My range had shrunk
Just like the addict
Who cannot kick junk
I try to make my life meaningful
Although it’s craving- and fiending-ful
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2. |
Media Casualty
04:03
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Media Casualty
Ladies and gentlemen: We’ll be doing away with dying.
You see, long ago when the tiger smoked and the rabbit talked to dragons and all that crap...
We begin our sprint down a predetermined digital path.
Now, rather than stare at the void annoyed, miffed with infinity,
A canvas can piss me off only so much before I glorify it.
A work in progress—pre-apocalypse.
A mess o’ molecules n’ memories
Why plant a flower in a field of weeds?
The end of history, birth of tragedy
Alright: alligator prayers it is,
Ads for graveyards.
You didn’t ask but you got all access.
Faberge eggs to the dregs, keg stands of NA beer...
The virgins think it’s sexy!
I wrote this song while you were all asleep
Oh so susceptible to messaging
Some people call it “compassion fatigue”
No one bemoans a Media Casualty
Oh no!
Tonight the bottleneck cheered me up
Yes I’m intense—but I just live once
I mean...
What kind of sad-sack would I be if I said “no”?
I don’t ever wanna know!
Get it off me!
Bits of tail still stuck in my teeth (spit)
See, I never woke up this morning,
Cuz I never really went to sleep last night.
Nope. The The...
Teenage clicks, the elder scrolls,
And the baby swipes...
Unconscious stream-o’-genealogy o’ more-er’-less in hyper-real love
I want ALL of the above!
...Great service: but a bad product
Hook it uppp
I need some shuteye or a viral tweet
Deciding between death n’ dopamine
Crawl on your knees for authenticity
Someday you’ll wish you had a man like me!
I am a thing, you’re an idea
Let us not perish via media!
We’ll grab a front-row seat to this Shinola show.
In latine: ecce homo
Gimme just a minute to convince myself I care
Ya know, it’s harder than it seems to keep these wise words
From you baby birds n’ ne’er-do-wells
And if you don’t believe me, I don’t know WHAT I’ll do!
But consider this a warning I never got:
Trading arms to buy new boxing gloves...
Abandoned to novelty’s charms...
I would if I could but FINE—
Cauterize my bleeding heart!
Easier done than said—
Lean into the struggle, baby!
Bruce Hornsby n’ brunch...
Doing whippets n’ watching “Zeitgeist”...
This GENEROUS universe...
I’m giving Ma Nature a brand-new vacuum.
But we can’t just bond over the things we think suck—
That’s not enough!
Society’s a social construct!
Brainwashed, sloshed, n’ noshed by subtle cults...
You Are Hereby Absolved of All Matters Grey, Matty Day!
Activate the consumers!!
...Paedomorph blues...
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3. |
In Our Coldest Time
03:03
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In Our Coldest Time
(Approximate French translation:
Ladies and gentlemen,
Listen to this song with all your heart,
And let it change you deeply.
Presenting: “In Our Coldest Time”,
By Matthew Day)
In Our Coldest Time
Catch our frozen breath
Even in tropical clime
Scarcely recognize
The way we look inside
Breaking Un Chien Andalou
In our coldest time
Fail to see the sleeting waters
On our eyes
Feel our central nervous tics
Beatified
Sigh a final allelu—
Typical of the cynical types
To smile while they cry
Shifting the look from left eye to right
Trimming the eccentricities
Just to re-dandify
How many times do we learn not what to do?
Don’t surf sub-lunar tide
Bid it valedictory for
The first last time
Sighs of seismic ‘portionate,
Surprising prime
Peak a fine height out the blue
Onto ardent rendezvous...
Slow raindrops solidify
Upon my windscreen
No matter, no need to take a drive
Oh, I find you interesting,
You may not like why
All of us fell in love when we withdrew
As we acquiesce
Always searching
Chalk it up to experience
Do believe I’m done pining
For past movements
To progress, yes I’m prone
In our coldest time
Less concerned with messaging
Than words that rhyme
Hold the phone,
Caress the wristwatch you unwind
Toss Chronos another stone
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4. |
Mild
04:34
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Mild
(Heavy) like a gas can
On the side of a highway
I endure this blurred survey
What I had for the week,
I went through by Tuesday...
My whole life is a Mild seizure
I move like a action figure
I squander this tenure
For strangers
I’m ex-ex-extroverted
Exoteric *and* subversive
I summon the sun
While you call the curtain
Mild
And yet I cannot get a witness
I’ve got a healthy sickness
I’m an analog mess
You’re wireless
So we do the new dementia
You resent me, I repent ya
Disparate business,
Compliments offend ya—
How can we even talk?
Frankly, I’m a flawless angel
All my ideas are anti-fragile
It’s true by degrees I wager danger
Eternal Blaise Pascal
I burn internal bridges
Endless
I drive private wedges
Creative differences
Nix my solo projects
Cautious, on the fence
Still I will this selfish slog...
Will we ever get past the prologue?
Condemned to engine
I wanna be your cog
Mild
The sound of a robot breathing
Half-open blinds, Venetian
Dialed to mild
N’ no longer freezing
I haven’t come to complicate things
Benevolent manipulatings
Keep it on the D.L. I am
M-I-L-D, my friend
You wear a silver harness
You call it virtue
I call you a masochist
Snow in June
Kicked out of the scene
Stylishly realize your mildest dreams
And when she wants some good
She comes to me—mildly
That’s how I put it
So mild...
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5. |
I Need Another Vice
03:09
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I Need Another Vice
Once upon a time I breathed my first
Every following breath got worse
So began my search
For ways to make life nice
First I found cartoons, then fruit snacks
Got lost in library stacks
Different distractions
Something to suffice
I Need Another Vice
Guess what: girls came
I did, too
Chased ‘em ‘round like Pepé Le Pew
Threw myself into
The nearest pair of thighs
(Mon chéri...)
I need another vice
Drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs
Drugs, drugs, drugs
Oh man, I’m pretty f#¢ked up!
A new view for my vulnerable eyes
I need another vice—I need one!
(I need another one)
I can hear the highway from my house
To me it sounds like Santa Claus
Every exit presents a paradise
I need another vice
(How ‘bout a Dilly Bar?)
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6. |
Sunburn
05:15
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(Approximately)
WEE-A-WOP
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7. |
Ode to Jove
00:54
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Ode to Jove
Well
You know lightning is a bit like luck
I’m walkin’ in the rain tryin’ to get str—
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8. |
Untrue & Not Enough
03:19
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Untrue & Not Enough
Darlin’ if you’ve been untrue
Then I will have to set you free
It’s gonna be so hard on you
You’ll wonder
How you blew your shot with me
And how forgiving I can be
Since the day you winced away
I have been so happy
Now I’ve seen what lies beneath
Your sweet velvet wrapping
(It’s not the same)
Such a cryin’ crime to consent
To self-kidnapping
Couldn’t tell if the spells we’re under
Were overlapping
(It’s such a shame)
Darlin’ if you’ve been untrue
Then I will have to set you free
It’s gonna be so hard on you
You’ll wonder
How you blew your shot with me
And how forgiving I can be
Is not enough
It’s not enough for you to miss what we had
That’s not what love should be
(It’s a luxury!)
I spent so long singin’ swan songs
You nearly made me make a martyr out of me
I’m settin’ you free!
(You’ll wonder)
Trusted you to heal me through
Some pseudo-Tikkun Olam
I handed you my heart and soul
You just freaked n’ stole ‘em
(Got to reclaim!)
Darlin’ if you’ve been untrue
Then I will have to set you free
It’s gonna be so hard on you
You’ll wonder
How you blew your shot with me
And how forgiving I can be
Is not enough
To take you back—NO
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9. |
Lust
03:15
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Lust
Although you gripe
That he’s not your type
You’re still thinking of him
If you could just *ZAP*
And be on his lap
Wrapped inside your limbs...
Ooh you’d be right there,
Sweat in your hair...
So close—it’s so unfair!
...The hell you talkin’ ‘bout?
We gotta good thing goin’ on!
Yes I do know what’s drivin’ you nuts
And I can give a get-well plan
Starts with me and it ends with us
And it’s called...well it’s called Lust!
Try to deny, but you’re only gonna hate it
Might as well die if you can’t appreciate it
You’ve got a gift if’n if there ever was
And it’s called lust—that’s right!
Lust gonna drive you crazy
Knock you right offa your nut
Never cease to amaze me
Gettin’ deeper with every cut!
I’ll be candid, I ain’t afraid to say it
If you can’t stand it, you might as well lay it!
Brand-new wheels on the real-gone bus
Buckle up: all roads lead to lust!!
I like your parents, and I like you
You’re low on dough but got a high IQ
Compatibility like Mars n’ Venus
Harmonious lust—amen!
Talk is cheap if it don’t lead to nothin’ else
I can’t sleep unless I get a little help!
If that ain’t deep there ain’t nothin’ righteous
In nomine corpus sanctus
I’ll be candid, I ain’t afraid to say it
If you can’t stand it, you might as well lay it!
It’s a breeze, builds up to a gust
Blow your mind: lust!
Lust-a-baby, lust-a-billy
Lust-a-boogie! In L-U-S-T we trust!
Lust for life, and life for lust
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10. |
Lady Circadia
04:25
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Lady Circadia
I never knew it was sunny outside
I’d skid along broke-down assembly lines
Perpetual question marks,
Central Park was never my scene
Way too green
For me there’d be no one,
Not even illusion
The clouds and moon, routine
Suppressed in the shadows
Where everything bad grows
Then, on cue: my queen
Lady Circadia
Oh how I’d await ya
When finally you came to romantic rescue
I knew I’d need no other muse...
I thought my heart had been played out
I bid “adieu” to a barrage of doubt
Whatever I thought I used to want,
I needed you all along
Dawn and dusk
Love and trust
With you there’s no pity,
Just possibility
A rosy pinky swear
You lighten the abyss,
My luminous goddess
With gold cascading hair
Lady Circadia
My senses, I came to
Since I’ve obeyed ya, it’s been so good
(Shinin’ on, flyin’ on, and feelin’ brand new)
Lady Circadia
The stars coronate ya
The crestfallen hate ya, they haven’t a clue
(No they don’t, no they won’t)
To dim to sing another tune
Withering without her, fading in the shade
Blighting in the nighttime
I’m in retrograde and grim
Without your warm rhythm
Oh how you upgrade me,
Sweet Lady Circady
You’re my very sunshine
You get my to see right,
My vitamin D-light
Revealing, concealing
Heliocentric lipstick: I’m so optimistic!
Lady Circadia
A Literal Day Maker
By nurture, by nature,
Right down to the roots
(Cheerin’ up, clearin’ up, n’ no longer blue)
Lady Circadia
Eres mi Dulcinea,
My Freyja, my Phaedra, and my Peggy Sue
(Wakin’ up, makin’ love, from mornin’ ‘til noon)
Only gloom ‘til there was you...
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11. |
Midnight Diesel
05:34
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Midnight Diesel
(Translated from Friedrich Nietzsche:)
O man! Take heed!
What saith deep midnight’s voice indeed?
(Approximately)
Ladies and gentlemen, now I’ll teach you
“Midnight Diesel”, by Matthew Day
I look in my backseat—still empty
We billow like banshees smokin’ wendigo teeth (Puff puff pass)
Blast with a buzz, my stuff’s up to snuff
I top off n’ roll-a my rocks off the cuff
There goes the sunnn...
I keep on, with my Midnight Diesel, babe
I been up all night, but I’m lookin’ alright
Fine shape for roughin’ it,
Cruise through what I’m confronted with
Find a limit n’ forget it—
High beams n’ white-knuckle grip
If Hades takes the hindmost,
My road’s a blur of signposts—bygone
Thanks to midnight diesel,
Anti-freeze n’ Cecil B. Demille
The streets were damp n’ cinematic
I’m drivin’ with no music
Nothin’ good goes down post-midnight,
But this ain’t about good—evil, either
Initiate my engine with ether injection
If I need to
Whatever it takes, whatever it gives
Mileage and millimeters
No highlight reels
On these here theatre streets
Where the dark eats the details
And I devour midnight diesel
And prevail post-haste
With just a taste—just a measly drizzle
But I got tons: a gazillion glistenin’ gallons!
C’mon: let’s make another last run!
Roll through the tunnel!
Soon the sun’ll come up!
Rev like a devil!
Struggle is your gospel!
Ride the live coil!
Anything is possible!
...This, too.
The only way out is through.
To do, or not to do?
Ain’t but one A for that Q, Matthew
Man, screw the moon...
Shabby second-hand glare...
You who reject reality
And condemn the concrete,
Hem n’ haw like you’re writing a memoir
Last Man fantasy
Oh have fun on ze Autobahn
With your autopilot on!
So solemn, humble piety,
If I could be you...ugh...
To thee it means nada—
Price of beans in Guadalajara
To me it’s everything, the only thing,
My main squeeze—this is LOVE!
Just around midnight
Deeeez what?
Da-da-da-da Diesel
Ooh demoralized, distressed,
In the low-trust Midwest,
Yet onward I press,
The evening my easel
Annihilation assured,
Wrack my brain, frack my past
Tap my private reserves—
Swerve like a mid-flight eagle
Weave between warlocks,
Pursuin’ proverbial Fort Knox
Ain’t about arriving—
It’s becoming someone who can
And without that need to get through this,
I wouldn’t stand a chance
N’ ‘deed I do!
...With my midnight juice
I sip on, put the slip on oblivion
Tune up! Say the loud part loud!
No right route once the light’s out
No way but your way—hey nowwww
If this ain’t all in my head then where is it?
Grinnin’ like a butcher’s beagle
A boogle of weasels can’t cease this upheaval
Let the midnight diesel...
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12. |
Beauty Sleep
04:48
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Beauty Sleep
It never ends
Won’t lose this war again
I’m complete—I can beat that
It’s you, it’s me—new history
Sui generis, true fallacy...
Each other at the back window
Sleep is enjoyable, if there are no toys around
Find soothing in every sound
Issue and source, more northern norths,
Future and once, be here - become - beyond
Bell to cannon
At odds, at ease, hazard a leap
Stars at your feet: there’s your world—verily
Internecine, interregna
All gallons spilt for you
In lieu in light of you
Inkling, intricate
Had it hidden even from myself, after the fact
Before the truth’s smooth mirror
Lidless eyes in dark apartments
Shameful indifference, honorable despair
Clear your head and listen,
Face of pure porcelain
Don’t lose sleep on side effects
Like beauty and happiness
Speak your father’s heart—
No not that one, that one—yes!
Sleep is enjoyable, if there are no toys around
Find soothing in every sound
Through endless hysteria,
Soul-spins and doldrums go ‘round
Still solitude, loftily surmount
Ancestral, celestial,
Eyes to sky, ears to the ground
The highly improbable noontide
Is hereby pronounced!
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