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The Great Wake 52: Noise Is A Choice

  Made to work, that's for sure.  Spend too much time thinking about circumstances and regrets and ramifications, your age'll show quick.  'Money's just something else to burn, better burn it slow.'  Tell me again and again, watch it smoke.  Smell the electricity fire.  Ice is what cures, the vegetable bags, wraps, and tubs.  Shock the knots.  The colder, the better, as long as there's sunlight.  Usually, you're not freezing, you merely feel like you're freezing.  Once the teeth chattering calms down, it's quite nice. Noise is a choice.  Keep the sway, let music smooth out the day, make the skeleton tap, groove over body.  Lyrics are easy, the words mean nothing, the singers make the tune, dig the drawls and hums, imagine the instruments.  Keep the beat, keep the beat, don't stop, there is no stopping.  It's a soul experience.

Christmas On The Farm

Christmas on the farm, we got holes to dig. Christmas on the farm, scratch my belly, make it quick. Christmas on the farm, get some table scraps. No time for fetching, got no time for naps. Christmas on the farm, maybe I'll get a toy. Christmas on the farm, I'll try not to annoy. Christmas on the farm, and if I chew your shoes. Remember, please remember, Jesus died for me too.

J6 Clowns

Bring the TV cameras around. Turn his volume up, turn her's down. All blue up in here, this old DC town. Ready for the show, they're the J6 clowns. Listen to 'em preach, listen to 'em whine. Gotta be smug, gotta take their time. Trash the citizens, ignore the crimes. They tell the story, they blow our minds. <Chorus> We don't listen to 'em much. Mostly out of tune, kinda in a rut. No one dances, nobody shaking their butts. It's not dangerous, it all shush and fuss. Lots of talk about democracy. Like we need a lesson from the DC freaks. The video showed it was nice and neat. Trail went cold, so they sprung some leaks. As time goes on and we know it's a scam. Most know already, use your brain, man. People waking up all across this land. The J6 Clowns are a washed up band. GEmAmAmx4 <Chorus> FCx3 GC

The Big Rig

  AE/ADD7/AE/DEA The big rig, don't matter if you vote. The big rig, jam it down your throat. The big rig, it's in the tabulators. The big rig, punked the demonstrators. DA×3/DEA The big lie is absolutely true. The big lie is absolutely true. The big lie is absolutely true. The big lie is absolutely true. The big rig, appoint a junk committee. The big rig, credibility is shitty. The big rig, cover for their grease. The big rig, distract us from the thieves.

The Great Wake 51: Hunky Dory

  The real news is the news, so flimsy and destructive, so partial.  An industry without integrity or authenticity.  An open flesh wound, we can see the bone.  Get a tourniquet, we might lose the leg, but we must stop the bleeding.  We must. The local outlets have been poisoned, weather is their only hook.  Papers still get thrown for creep's sake!  To ink up more fingers, to lull more minds, to wash.  Always washing.  This is no business, it's cover for organized criminals. All is hunky dory anyway.  We laugh at the spectacle, it's a sideshow act.  The dulled drone on without us, without curiosity, without clarity, without courage.  Waste your life on worry and regret or get a grip and go.  It's a wonderful life.

The Great Wake 50: Infinite Spectators

  Go for the tangible, actually make a difference.  We'll send over word next time we need your nonsense.  Infinite spectators must always pay attention, they must always know.  Extreme observation is not for everyone.  It's a mad and made up world. The problem is not only lack of system, but lack of reach, too.  You said it, brother.  System first is best, then the reach.  The other way would seem inauthentic, forced.  Make it part of something bigger, a project, a creation. The dearly departed shall not be regarded as broken hearted or somehow martyred.  However lazy, memories a bit hazy, we ran with the crazies and hung with the shadey.  After all this, you'll be sorely missed for your bullet point lists and clever disses.  Ho hum, hum bug, raise a coffee mug.  Maybe a big group hug, ho hum, hum bug.

The Great Wake 49: Sugar And Pills

  The light of the actual truth, which we knew.  Change the subject, start lying and gaslighting, you're wrong, you're wrong, you're wrong.  Shame is your tax, money is your toll.  Pay up, give us our money back, we'd like a refund on our funding.  Send this demand to the Undersecretary Of Underwear immediately. The dull and dumb are all for it, like a movie audience, they are hypnotized, jacked up on sugar and pills.  They're covered in popcorn, they smell of sanitation.  Baggy eyes, frail and mushy soft, filmed teeth, unflossed and yellowed.  They disrespect, they snivel.  No excuse for ignorance. Bring the robots online, they will improve the situation.  Take the wheel, but don't stall us out in the bad part of town.  Send reinforcements, mechanics and programmers.  Parts is always a challenge.  One day, fusion batteries will solve alot of problems.

The Great Wake 48: Cootie Carpet

  Spick and span in here, that new cootie carpet is nice, lots of government cash, lots of cootie money.  The grey blue shade is perfect and the foot feel is cushioned.  The design is designed for durability, wall to wall.  Mark down another, those test results keep coming back, influenza never paid this good.  Spread out. Buy some extra machines and instruments.  Only the finest for our office, these visits are important.  These viruses are on the loose, the boosting and quarantining are like spitting in the wind, but they spit in the wind anyway.  These are doctors.  They fear the law, they fear the suit, they just want to doctor, probe and prod and cut and stitch. Get the old batches out of here, the vials are tainted, the serum is dated, the needles look rusted.  Make room for the new juice, electrolytes and growth hormones, DNA strands from vampire flesh.  Might want to stock up on sleeping pills, pep pills, and lazy pills....

The Great Wake 47: Satellite Star

  Load up the productivity, need to clear the line.  Sleep is concluded for the day, ramp up another hour for tomorrow.  Today's gonna be a breaker.  Dial in some caffeine, an extra punch.  Make sure to get grilled salmon for lunch. Oxygen is the main ingredient, a constant stream, an unconscious life preserver, saving you from breath to breath.  Clean the pumps obsessively.  Cardio the vascular, keep the blood running, the mind can process it through.  Hang upside down, let gravity bleed, too.  The microchips are protected, waterproof up to a thousand pounds of pressure. Wires are obsolete.  Link it up you satellite star, bite it with your bluetooth.  Two chatters for volume control, one for rewind.  Jawbone music, that's it, move around, sway, pop, chop.  Look at it go, moonwalk into a two step followed by a twirl.