Okay I'll Admit That I Really Don't
Understand
Okay I'll admit that I really don't understand
Okay I'll admit that I really don't understand
Riding to Work in
the Year 2025
(Your Invisible Now)
On some driven ship,
The morning commuter ride,
Everything is orange and bright.
Your invisible now,
And I know that it's hard to get used to,
'Cause you're the last secret agent reporting back but you're
reporting back to nothing.
Your invisible now,
And I know that it's hard to get used to.
The panoramic scene,
The landscape's grande design,
The moment overtakes your life.
In the silver morning sun the worst is magnified,
It makes you see the use of Christ.
Thirty-Five Thousand
Feet of Despair
Another moth disintegrates,
Hovering in the beam of a searchlight that's looking for
a trace of a plane whose pilot it's a shame has gone insane.
You can see the silhouette across the moon,
He hung himself mid-flight in the bathroom.
Why is it so high?
Why is it so much?
A Machine in India
I'm goin' to India over and over again.
I'm standin' in a cylinder,
Seein' all the bleedin' vaginas.
I feel it now comin' over me so I strive to love the Messiah.
I'm goin' to India over and over again.
I'm rushin' to the nearest station,
Feet and hands collide with the driver.
All I that I think, all I thought and all
I know the Syrian missile guides itself into the vaginas.
I'm goin' to India over and over again.
The Train Runs Over
the Camel
but is Derailed by the Gnat
As if to be some kind of test,
Born out of the boredom of who's better than the rest.
This time they wouldn't measure the pointless small details,
The only thing that mattered was if the "you"
prevailed.
Maybe it's just some coincidence that natural selection
always works the best,
What if they didn't count the molecules that failed,
And the only thing that mattered were the pieces that prevailed.
How Will We Know?
(Futuristic Crashendos)
How will we know if this rush of noise we're hearin'
Is the world's biggest hammer
Comin' down on our heads crushing our lives,
And everything that we've said,
Crushing the existence of any small effects we've had
Or is it just some super-sonic flux invented in the future
Blowin' up so hard you can hear it before it happens?
How will we know?
March of the Rotten
Vegetables
[instrumental]
The Big Ol' Bug is
the New Baby Now
"We have three dogs that love to chew stuff up so we're
always gettin' them some toys and stuffed animals and stuff
so they can destroy them. And usually whatever we get is
shred to pieces within a couple of days. And one day I noticed
that this stuffed animal that we had gotten, they had had
it for about a week, had remained relatively unharmed, a
little bit dirty, but it really didn't have any damage.
So I was kind of watchin' them for the next couple of days,
and I noticed that for some weird reason, this little stuffed
animal seemed like they all liked it for some weird reason,
it was special to them, not only did they not chew it up,
they sort of made it seem like it was their baby. They treated
as though it was their own baby, so I thought, "this
is weird." How strange this is. Of all the toys and
things that we get for them, for some weird reason, this
one, it wasn't really any different from the rest, this
one is picked to be special. So there you go.. So some time
passed and one day I noticed that this box of "big
plastic insects," that I had been keeping on a shelf
in the bathroom, had some how fallen down and unfortunately
it looked as though the dogs had already chewed up most
of the stuff in it, the big giant spiders, ants, and cockroaches
and stuff that were in it. And as I walked around the house
picking up the shredded pieces of these plastic insects
I came across the... baby... you know, their stuffed animal
baby! And there it was just torn to shreds, like everything
else - all the other stuff, finally this one was torn to
shreds. So later on I came across one of the giant grasshoppers
that for some reason hadn't been chewed up at all, not even
as much as a small tooth mark. So I watch.. and it occurs
to me.. that for some reason their affections have changed..
and I can plainly see that, instead of the stuffed animal,
the big ol' bug is the new baby... now."
The big ol' bug is the new baby now
The big ol' bug is the new baby now
