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FFaD - Tim Alberts & Nabi Loney
10/13/2017
FFaD
10/13/2017
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In a moment of emotionHe terminated connectionHe went upstairsand kissed her on the cheekHe could tell she was driftingIn the realm of uneasy conscienceInnocent and childlikeShould be our dreams In a moment of exhilarationInhibition was forsakenIn the mirror he could seetheir reflectionHe saw their eyes don’t shineEnticing when she was youngerAn impulsive attraction to dangerThe crime hardly rememberedBut we share the pain We have had our fillOf informationWe are standing stillTo catch a breath of airWe are half asleepUnder heavy sedationIn isolationWe don’t weepFor American Grief I remember the singingOur faces turned towards HeavenSongs of adulation for the KingI came back to this placeTo confront my dark emotionsTo taunt my inner demonsTo come to terms I’ve anguished all I canFor the soul of the earthI’ve anguished all I canFor the spirit of ManI’ve anguished all I canFor the killing of the beast And the raping of landAnd the loss of their homesAnd the American grief We have had our fillOf informationWe are standing stillTo catch a breath of airWe are half asleepUnder heavy sedationIn isolationWe don’t weepFor American Grief
FFaD-Rob Langedyk & Jim Hachey
10/13/2017
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Instrumental
Written & Performed by Rob Langedyk & Jim Hachey
Plunky
FFaD
10/13/2017
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If you were born about nineteen-fifty seven Consider this song as your ownGrowing up playing cowboys and IndiansAmid cold wars and landings on the MoonMetallic blue Mercury convertibleRealistic coon-skin capWe walked with our arms locked togetherA force nobody could stopWe laughed at Lucy and RicThe Magic Kingdom at our fingertips And we don’t deny It took a puff from the hookah To exhale change from our breath It was such a philanthropist’s daydreamPeddling on beggars wheelsRecanting the voice of neurosisReciting an Isakov songDamn these intrusionsI am loving these sconesI am buoyant and it’s natural Doing this alone The surgery was cruel and intrusiveIt was something that I needed quickThe adjustments weren’t workingThe impulses were strongI faced it alone The missionaries were stowing their luggageGathered in prayer on the tarmac I guess that I was looking needyAs one of them came over to talk He said “Come with us into the jungle, That is where you are needed the most Some of us are boundSuffering in silence,Among the minions’ of God And, I wish I had never ignored themAs I started out on my business tripI am going to Hong KongOr is it to TokyoI’m out over the oceanI’ve realized I was wrong The surgery was cruel and intrusiveIt was something that I needed quickThe adjustments weren’t workingThe impulses were strongI faced it aloneI am happy alone I am luckier aloneReminiscing in the silence I am loving your scones Among the minions of God Among the minions of God Superstitious and defiantConsciousness bentIntellectually stunted Emotionally complexUnabashedly profaneWithout logical defenseIncorrigibly corrupted Since nineteen-fifty-seven 
FFaD
10/13/2017
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The AudioSexual Soul is often typified by musically inspired mental flights between fantasy and reality. Uncontrolled it can lead to a downward spiral, leaving the AudioSexual broken, broke, alone, and wanting. Those possessing an AudioSexual Soul desire a creative musical experience sequestered in an intimate space, nurturing lyric, tune and performance, to the detriment of, well, almost everything! AudioSexuality can be unhealthy, disturbing, hard on relationships, the ego, and spirit. It can also be passionate, fulfilling, therapeutic, and rewarding (hardly ever financially). It is addictive. Self-destructive. Often closeted, the AudioSexual can become introverted and alone, working their craft for a worthy offering to the creative process. Though sometimes fearing rejection & ridicule, Studies suggest the most gratifying AudioSex-ing is being together with like-minded, crazed, inspired and talented musos’ (musicians), cultivating the fruit of the songwriter’s labor. Lyric and crudely structured arrangements, honed and transformed into pieces of AudioArt, enhanced by the intoxication of their own spirit & soul robbing AudioSexual tendencies. Alas, AudioSexual Soul, we cloister together again; self-soothing, misunderstood - pretentious perpetrators of expression...... pursuers of "the dream".
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As sophisticated as we like to pretendIt’s more complicated than we’d ever admitThe Prodigy of the SymphonyPlays his insides out in an abstract key She’s a basket weaving intellectualDistinctively styled emasculating and coldAn underling of the elitist crowdAlleged to be AudioSexual High Strung FlirtationDemoralizing and drollWhen we hit the noteShe begins to floatCasting off her shoesAs we hold the ropeOutta TuneAudioSexual Working the Room Otis got busted but he used to make us laughGentle with the children but a bastard to the lawDeceptively deep charismatic and coolPurported to be AudioSexual Elegant obscurity Duke of EnterpriseClueless endeavor scheme gone awryControversial subject never disclosedHe never profaned a disparaging soul High Rollin’ SensationIntimidating controlWhen we hit the note He begins to floatKicking off his bootsHolding on to the ropeHabitual AudioSexual Immersed in the Blues Walking on egg-shellsWith a limp and a crutchAudioSexualsLosin’ their touch….©bc2012
FFaD
10/13/2017
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What’s the next big thing?Strangers appearAlways looking hungryHarbingers of fearCrystalline perceptionPharmaceutically laced Pathological behavior Eradicated and cleansed Draw a deep breath my dreamy-eyed sonThe world’s in a motion of perpetual ruinApathetic opposition to the cynics laying waste Escape reality with a dreamy-eyed gazeMy son,Wild-eyed sonAngry young one What’s the next big thing?Geopolitical shiftArab springWith an Asian twistLondon isn’t callingEconomies failRelationships crumbleThe orb is frailLay your cards on the table put your balls in the viceLazy-ass boys’ let’em get out an’ fight Revolutionaries on a Facebook pageUnapologetic for incendiary rageMy son,Wild-eyed sonAngry young one What’s the next big thing?Commander in ChiefAnnihilation DeclarationAccelerating to the brinkHandsome in your Flak JacketBurned in effigyJustice and ConsequenceSpinning Democratically Take a penetrating look at the wild-eyed sons And the pain on their faces when the killing is doneA morose act of duty burns an image in your headWhere has all your innocence gone?My son, Wild-eyed sonAngry young one
FFaD
10/13/2017
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The rush of the North Country streamsIs enchantment to poets and dreamershome is the pride of the workingman It’s a pity that any should weepand be spurned by the true love they seekWe look back on the years, we cherish our friendsWe recall things we did as mere youthWe drink to our health as our beauty and wealth disappear The rush of the North Country streamsIs enchantment to poets and dreamershome is the pride of the workingman The calm of the clear mountain poolsIs contentment to all those who wanderA time of refreshing for the weary ones The flowers have now gone to seedThe poppy lends herself to our dreamingIt's so hard to go on when so many things have failedWe wallow in fear and regretWe keep to ourselves as the desires of our hearts slip away The rush of the North Country streamsIs enchantment to poets and dreamershome is the pride of the workingman
FFaD
10/13/2017
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Serious transmissionsInterrupting our livesWe need comic reliefThese are relentless timesStreet Prophet Fakers We are loathe to emulate It’s hard to find a heroWho still walks straightWith their secrets and their dungeonsTheir bones and their skulls Encrypting serious transmissions Inciting chaos throughout the world Even when it seemed we were lostSatellites were tracking us overheadGenetic codes and mutant strainsEuthanized and jettisoned into the abyssThere were times we waited up for youWe waited on your loveAnd when we thought we’d lost youWe became frantic and distraughtThere were times I felt like choking youOther times just give you a hugSerious transmissionsHave a way of waking us up Isolation breeds Social malcontentIntensifying angerPunishing the innocentSolace in collectiveA viral link of liesStealth like opportunistsOppress and demoralize With their secrets and their dungeonsTheir bones and their skullsEncrypting serious transmissionsInciting chaos throughout the world Recognize your FateLoved Ones and FriendsSerious TransmissionsInterrupting Us Again We need Comic ReliefPhilosophical ChangeSpiritual ConnectionThose with ears let them hear Epitaph and MythProphecy and DanceLyric and TuneOminous Sky and Blood Red Moon In Tweets and BlogsSatellite and WebA Flash in the HeavensA Voice Within Recognize your Hope Loved Ones and Friends Serious transmissions Interrupting us again
Friends From a Distance
10/13/2017
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