Appease
Lyrics by John Brenner.
Alogos
Speak with swollen tongue. Tell me what you mean. The word without sense. Speak with swollen tongue. Tell me what you mean. The noise within. Irrationally, quietly, and speak never, never speak the reason. Irrationally, quietly, and speak never, never speak. Squeak by.
Neighborhood 8
Here I wait in line, online. Open doors to stare, as I run. Want to escape, want to find out where I live. They’re tailing. They’re trailing. Use my parts in wiser ways. The end happens again. Drifting to a new oppression. Take it off my back. I’m tailing. I’m trailing. Trace my veins, appear. Strain to hear the whisper. All of me is here. Slice it off the map. Trace my veins, appear. Strain to hear the whisper. Use my parts in wiser ways. The end happens again. Drifting to a new oppression. Take it off my back. I’m tailing. I’m trailing.
Appease
Tell me what you know, how you know who you know, what you know, who you know.
Doubt not, Thomas.
One more piece, another drop against my natural, this unnatural longing, this
Eternal Law. Nothing is ever forgiven, forsaken. This unnatural longing, this
Eternal Law.
Bolt
Safety, a barricade, and running away. Lightning, enlightening, the least resistance. Lock down, load up, draw back the bolt. Aim, let it all in, open wide, hiding.
A Priori
In the whole, the part, a part of me. Give away, take away, nothing to see. Without feeling, just stealing. Take all I say and prove it wrong. Breaking glass cages, experience within. Give away, take away, nothing to win. It flies away, fades to gray. Take all I say and prove it wrong.
Bland Hand Society
Fake your pain, your regret. It’s not mine. Move your bland hands. They don’t touch, go right through. Buy and sell your doom. Use your grand plans. Lie before shameful beauty. Burn your bridge, build it again. It’s not mine. Move your bland hands.
Organon
This mist and rain traveled from you ten thousand miles to meet me. And I hide inside, dry. To touch, to tool something new. This growing follows, hollows closely the heels where arrows fall anonymously, wedged between knowledge, opinion. And I hide inside, dry. To touch, to tool something new.
Outlet
Sometimes I just need to tell, dispel the torpor, head up, mouth to the sky. Beware. Sometimes I need to tell, though it hurts either way. Or I could just forget it all.
Ensurpate
No isms and ists tell me where to find catacyclismic…here I go again. And I’m bowing down before I fall down. I look up before I get up, look around. No isms and ists tell me where to find catacyclismic…here I go again.
Before the Before
Tongues lashing, slashing, burn away. This one chance...I’ve seen it before. Walk in front of me. Swerve a little. This all unnerves me at the worst of times. How far back should we go? Everything before nothing after.
After the After
Why
do you complain? It’s so yesterday. One hand, bland enough. One mind, kind
enough. Applaud, looking away, looking ahead. One hand, bland enough. One mind,
kind enough. Heave it, leave it behind. You can’t support. Weigh it carefully.
Watch it float away.