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Overture
05:32
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Overture
One’s journey goes a certain distance
When a path appears to be a web
To be content in such an instance
Would be like halting the tidal ebb
There are so few means to one’s assistance
No strand can support one’s ambition
No direction appeals to curiosity
No reason can surmount the vision
That pride has made apostasy
The first step is the one we most dread
Yet the duty to vocation reckons
To propel us forward despite our wishes
One has no choice but to be beckoned
And taste the bitter as delicious
Somebody help me…
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2. |
Your Part in the Whole
03:59
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Your Part in the Whole
Lost in helicular wandering
Feeling this muck of indecision
I had no power, was caught in a web
When one came before me I well knew
The passion of my apathy flew
He was some ghost before me now
Exuding a vulgar and divine calm
I said, “You are humble and exalted
Your apparition causes no alarm.”
He said, “I’m not a martyr.”
I asked, “Do you know a way out of this vivisection?”
He said, “There’s no way out as if he knew what was to come.
In this desperate state, my son, you have been snookered.
You must better know what’s gone on.
You simply don’t know what’s been done.”
Who dares tell me what I must pursue?
Incredibly it was Abraham Lincoln,
Who asked, “Who taught you to so depend on yourself?
Be patient. I’ll show you what human can mean.
You may experience yourself.
Your part in the whole.”
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3. |
Acid Malefaction
03:32
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Acid Malefaction
A spuming fountain of regurgitation
A spuming fountain, it was Ronald Reagan
Whose bile reeked of acid malefaction
An endless flow of noxious toxication
Standing there I smelled his stomach’s contents
He didn’t seem to be so very potent
I had to ask about his situation
But Lincoln scowled at me with chastisation
Having named the idealization
Of Demos in crystal distillation
I asked what we need to pass through the station
“All are free to pass without distinction.
No one is in need of justification,
For their sin.”
Then he endured a wicked dry heave
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4. |
Herbert Hoover Insurance
03:50
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Herbert Hoover Insurance
Down and left to a red door
Which bore an inscription
Forsake, forsake, forsaken
“Even if this is true,” Lincoln said
“You remain earthly.
Anthropomorphification.”
All about flew a dust
A plague of giant locusts
Herbert Hoover Insurance
The line behind went on for miles
I perceived great frustration
Stresses and strains and knotting tension
Hungry masses crowded and indignant
A creased and sallow mob of resentment
We sat there for four score and seven years!
We were starving and ill and Hoover appeared
With documents to be signed
For all of us in the line
Lincoln served imprimatur
For broadening our horizons
I told Hoover there were more
My guide took exception, “And so,”
Interjected, “We’ll be on our way.”
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Silence
03:20
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Silence
Lincoln cast a glance that was withering
I remembered what he’d said,
I should be listening and not blithering
Then I was in a dream,
Where Lincoln was born in Kentucky
And moved to the slave state of Missouri
I saw the nation devastated
Division across the land
Where brothers kill brothers
With limbs amputated
War ceaseless between them
Each one of them damned
To cursing revenge on the other
Whose mother and sister
Were raped by the brother who will always avenge himself
For the sins wrought upon him
Complete I saw millions maimed and killed
This man was a savior as venerably
As the souls bayoneted, dying septic deaths
In the fields and the cities of the land of liberty
But unique in manner and words and sense
So I must be silent
I have to be silent
And I know, I have to be silent
Ssshshshshshsh…
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6. |
Dissolution
02:43
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Dissolution
We turned left and found the door Dissolution
Ethereal red in florescent diffusion
Across the screens of so many in need of illusion
Three youths as if they’d never died
Emanating welcoming smiles
Marilyn baited us with baleful sighs,
“I hope you can stay with us for a while
Somebody’s always coming over with some wine.”
James asked, “What brings you to our bower?”
Lincoln said, “This man journeys to better know his joys.”
I couldn’t reach across with my pitying voice
Elvis said, “I ain’t never seen nothin’ like it.”
Lincoln said, “Each night this trio of angels dies,
All alone, weeping, clawing at their eyes,
They metamorphize into fears
That cause the clocks to unwind
And they die with no one to save them
With nothing but what their emptiness gave them
No intercession to keep them from the grave
When they gave themselves to the crowds of the waves
Before they became what they couldn’t sustain.”
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My Confusion Was Profound
Good God!
Down the left, my guide noted my gloom and told me, “Few can love themselves.”
I chose to stay silent, he said, “You must be endurant.
You may find words unnecessary.”
We stepped into fire and adhesion
Gasping in molten maternal grasp
I straightened my back and panicked like a bug who's been swallowed in a bubble of amber sap.
Floating around in aimless drift
Dozens of fetuses in relief
I wondered how they could subsist in such bereft, one approached and I asked,
“Are you sinless?”
“We are souls who’ve not seen the day, who know a world of blood sensation.
Held away from help to grow, with no hope of Elysium, and
Defenseless as gatekeepers.”
My confusion was profound
My confusion was really profound
My confusion was actually seriously fucking profound
And it was all I could think about
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8. |
The Sine Qua Non
05:34
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The Sine Qua Non
My confusion was profound
As we passed back into the spacious realm of air
Where sound traveled with weight
I choked on gas
Cold and on my knees, I asked, “Is this the beginning of the journey?”
“For a pilgrim, there are many beginnings.
All that must wait until the end of it.”
I asked, “Who sent you to take me into this fire?!”
He: “Your intercessor is she whose love you most admire.
Her request is that you give to your host the utmost of your faith.”
I: “I will.”
I still wondered for whom this hell was corporatized
He: “Your Lilica will help you fill in the spaces of your questions.”
I could not but consider the love of Lilica
As the sine qua non of this brazen adventure
How could I proceed with other than humility?
I began to take pride in my noble indenture
And the many who refuse to join with me
Will be left behind with little expenditure
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9. |
I Don't Understand
04:39
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I Don’t Understand
For there are indeed attractions in this progress down and to the left
Where my leader took me in seeming digress
Sideways, spiraling as a spider weaving a web
Through another door, Lincoln entered and turned to me
Behind him an empty warehouse of silence
As I entered, he faced me sternly, I hesitated, but in randomness is exact science
I stepped in to face what my leader spurned to see
A light shined on me, I could feel the audience
Cheers erupted, cascading echoes, clapping hands, hailing calls and whistles
From my having stepped out of the shadows, sharing their love
Roses without thistles
From an adoring throng whose sheer thin shackles only appeared to be as fine
As silken tassels, but would soon reveal themselves as rather less than benign
The crowd hushed expecting betrayal, I realized then that they wanted performance
The nature of which I was at loss of retrieval, I said, “I don’t understand,”
And derision followed
The merciless cries of the disappointed fell upon me and I didn’t understand
Lincoln soothed me not of the stinging trauma, but his eyes said I was free to walk away
So why would I want to enact a drama I hadn’t prepared for one single day?
Why not eschew la grande fama and ready myself for the next stage?
With some self-pity I turned away, what greater virtue that fame in this age?
But Lilica was waiting for me, watching me misread the writing on the page
I was illiterate about the cheering, as if imprisoned without bars in a cage
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10. |
E Io A Lui
03:57
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E Io A Lui
I wondered how to respond to this dream
For despite the boundless irrationality
An unrelenting discipline is what it seemed
In the presentation of what I had seen
E io a lui
“Sir, I must admit to some weariness
I’d like to sit down and gather up my wits.”
My guide was in no mood to debate the matter.
“Stand up, young man, remember Lilica awaits.”
E io a lui
“I am your guide. You are on a journey.
You are free to stop but the journey does not end.
And if you stop, you take the path of injury,
Whereby you will not be lead to Lilica.
E io a lui
Who doesn’t want to be with Lilica?
I mean, who wouldn’t to go and see Lilica?
Let’s go see Lilica!
E io a lui
“You must of your own free will cease this plot,
By the recitation of one single word.”
I saw the bait and the fish in me said, ‘Take the worm!’
Then I thought about the hook inside the meat.
E io a lui
Absurd to anticipate the savor of that knowledge
Knowing the pain that would come with the pleasure.
“I’m wrong to think I’m at my own leisure,
Though I can hardly remember where it is I’ve been.”
E io a lui
“I want to do my duty to those who conceived of me.
I hope you can forgive my cracking under pressure.”
Lincoln touched my shoulder and I was relieved.
I could no longer indulge in my misperceivings
E io a lui (2 x’s)
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The Pool of Excrescence Part One
When I stood my center of gravity was deep below the floor
And the central pole was spinning like a top
And I felt spite centrifugally welling up
An envy of Lilica’s difficult orchestration
My guide’s effortless and empty reactions
To the twisted machinations of our descent
My Uncle striding forward without symptom
He told me to remember I am a witness.
I gagged as we entered the cavernous pool.
I puked as soon as I reached the railing
On my knees, I barfed for all the injustices
Of my fathers, and all their failings
All the other bathers did the same thing
Puking and pissing, shitting and snotting layers deep
Expectorating and ejaculating a gruel
Similar to chicken chimichanga and tequila
Then I saw the surface of the pool
A firm custard
A cornucopia of human effluvia
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The Pool of Excrescence Part Two
And one other man appeared
Pince-nez and a full body black cotton bathing suit
The flat flaccid face of a great academician
He seemed to want to bear himself as a saint
He offered his hand to my guide, who said, “No.”
And then he said, “I’m not any soda jerk, but Woodrow Wilson
Son of my father, whom you may know.”
Lincoln said, “I know not, but don’t bother with that.”
“I am the swimmer of this pool of excretions, I’m proud to do it,
For self-determination, for peace, for everybody, for democratization.”
He stepped up and dived into the semi-solid liquid
His crawl was flawless and, when he came up for air,
Only small globules of detritus had tipped in
To his mouth, but that was more than I could bear.
I asked, “What can this mean in proper time and space?”
Lincoln smiled, “Patience.” “But I feel like a blind spelunker
And the cave is getting more fierce, more base.”
“Trust not your senses, trust your release from this canker.
Trust Lilica. Let all the rest wait.”
Wilson swam nobly and with stamina
Despite the accumulating putridity which filled
My esophagus with a bilious inflaming. It was really uncomfortable
“We always try to normalize mutantcy, when we could embrace mutant normalcy.”
Then another man in a full body bathing suit entered
He was shorter, stockier, a bulldog
I didn’t recognize him as he strode to us intently, but he said,
“Are you not Abraham Lincoln, the barque in which union was saved from secession?”
“I am Lincoln, I attest to nothing else.
My purpose and the intent of Lilica of love
Is to allow this man to better know himself.”
Then I recognized, “You are Winston Churchill. You’re British.”
He: Did you know my mother was an American?”
My guide seemed disoriented aabout this odd note
“It seems this place must have changed since my last journey in.”
Churchill said, “I used to come here often also, but then I took up painting,
And tick tock, I found peace of mind.”
Then I asked, “And yet, you’re here.”
“Purely circumstantial. Nature’s asymmetry shows us that formlessness is not a fault
Where cosmos is generated from chaos,
And so I swim through these effluvients.”
Wilson came back stinking like shit to say
“I shouldn’t leave without saying one more word.
There is no such category as ‘good.’
Pursue what you will but call it not ‘goodness.’
Lest you presume too much and end with self-overcoming
Based on pride, empty validations, and the lewdness
Of manipulated desires ripe for exploitation
Think of what the road to hell is imbued with
And find some other intent to go exploring.”
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13. |
Manifest Destiny
03:11
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Manifest Destiny
“A ya no significa nada!”
My sight focused on the brash and bully man
Whose guts were strewn through space
Insects were eating them and flying off
I asked, “Why are you so deeply damned?”
And he said, “Manifest destiny.”
“I started this, but then Satan took over
Working schemes I couldn’t cover
Then all hell broke loose. It’s hard walking softly
And carrying a big stick
When you’re manifest destiny
Time is on the side of decay, it’s presumption lying
About a golden age, or global capitalism
When we defy the structure of nature
And cramp men into manifest destiny
Into boxes, with engines, with wires, with tires
With appliances and electricity.”
He tried to raise his hands, but he couldn’t
He groaned and we left him as he was
With his manifest destiny
Then he threw up cockroaches.
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14. |
Radioactive Mist
02:03
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Radioactive Mist
I began to swing upside down in a pendular motion
Slowly across a widening arc
And then at the peak of the widest swing
I held fast, and Harry Truman appeared
He was an open putrefying corpse
Obviously melted by some intense force
Incinerated but alive, he didn’t speak but moaned,
“OOOOooooooooOoOOooooooohohohoh”
I asked, “You have two punishments?”
“Oh yes,” he hissed in searing winces, “I remember you.
Now you see better. Well I suppose there’s some justice in it after all
I pushed the button that cemented this hell.
OOOooooooooooooooooooooohohohohohohohooooooo
If only FDR had lived another year,
But you’ve seen his comeuppance.
I’d rather be the worst sufferer in hell, than to be Satan’s lackey.
From here I see all.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooOOOOOooooooOOOOOOOOOOOO”
I could sense the radioactive mist emanating from his shadow.
It burned my swollen eyes.
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15. |
Everybody Gets Theirs
01:33
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Everybody Gets Theirs
It was Nixon. I wasn’t astounded.
“Where else would I be?” he asked nonchalantly.
Then Satan appeared formless
And he began to flay Nixon with his fingernails
Pinched together, stripping the skin so that blood
Seeped out into space as steam rises from boiling water.
A caustic sizzle ensued which tormented the howling president
He cried, “Cover it up! Cover it up!”
Satan looked at me, “Any questions?”
“If Nixon gets this treatment, what of Stalin and Mao?”
“Everybody gets theirs.”
“Where is my guide?”
“He is with you although you doubt it.
That’s where I come in, when you begin to believe otherwise.”
“How do I get home?”
“How do I get home,” he said, “You’re not going home.”
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16. |
To Touch That Earth
02:24
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To Touch that Earth
I felt a string snap and was in free fall
I didn’t recall my previous life
I made no covenants with myself
No promises. No renunciation.
I was not scared
I wanted to touch Lilica’s hand
To be relieved by her presence
And I knew it would come
I wanted to see my guide again
So that I would know each step was bringing us closer
And like the wanderer I wanted
To see the land I once knew
From which I had been exiled
On this perditious pilgrimage
To touch that earth
And to look up at those stars
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