The Crime Of The Century Podcast

[Intro] Μονάδα Μονάδα Φως Φως [Build-up] Επτά Επτά Επτά (Επτά) Πέτρα Πέτρα Πέτρα (Κρύσταλλο) [Drop] Στέμμα Στέμμα Τώρα Στέμμα (Αριάδνη) Στέμμα Στέμμα Τώρα Στέμμα (Φως) [Breakdown] Ημι-κύκλος Ψυχρό σημείο Σημείο Σημείο Σημείο (Κρύο) [Build-up] Μεταβολή Μεταβολή (Μονάδα) Επτά Επτά Επτά (Επτά) [Final Climax] Στέμμα Στέμμα Τώρα Στέμμα (Αριάδνη) Στέμμα Στέμμα Τώρα Στέμμα (Επτά) [Outro] Επτά Φως (Φως) Παύση

[Texture I] Πεντάγωνο από παγωμένο φως Ο βασιλιάς είναι ένας γεωμετρικός σχηματισμός Αδρανές υδρογόνο Το στέμμα γλιστρά προς το απόλυτο κενό (Προς το κενό) Η μεταλλική κόπωση του θρόνου [Texture II] Αργή κατάρρευση του βορρά Η βαρύτητα κουράστηκε Ο άξονας μετατοπίζεται Βασιλική ουσία σε κατάσταση διαρροής (Διαρροή) (Σε κατάσταση διαρροής) Κρύος χαλκός Αρχαία σιωπή [Texture III] Δεν υπάρχει πια κέντρο Μόνο η τροχιά (Μόνο η τροχιά) Μόνο η τροχιά (Η τροχιά) Σημείο μηδέν Η αμετάκλητη φθορά (Η φθορά) (Η φθορά) Ακίνητος Στον παγωμένο βορρά Ακίνητος (Ακίνητος)

[Texture I] Πεντάγωνο από παγωμένο φως Ο βασιλιάς είναι ένας γεωμετρικός σχηματισμός Αδρανές υδρογόνο Το στέμμα γλιστρά προς το απόλυτο κενό (Προς το κενό) Η μεταλλική κόπωση του θρόνου [Texture II] Αργή κατάρρευση του βορρά Η βαρύτητα κουράστηκε Ο άξονας μετατοπίζεται Βασιλική ουσία σε κατάσταση διαρροής (Διαρροή) (Σε κατάσταση διαρροής) Κρύος χαλκός Αρχαία σιωπή [Texture III] Δεν υπάρχει πια κέντρο Μόνο η τροχιά (Μόνο η τροχιά) Μόνο η τροχιά (Η τροχιά) Σημείο μηδέν Η αμετάκλητη φθορά (Η φθορά) (Η φθορά) Ακίνητος Στον παγωμένο βορρά Ακίνητος (Ακίνητος)

[Intro] [Immersion] Πόλος παγωμένος (παγωμένος) Ο βοσκός ωθεί την Άρκτο Στον κύκλο του κενού Λευκή παύση [Dissolution] Στροφή Στροφή (στροφή) Διάλυση σήματος Μηδέν (μηδέν) [Outro]

Verse 1: The Initial Separation Είμαι ξεχωριστός, σταμάτησα αλλιώτικος, Πού βρίσκεται η διχόνοια; Συγκρούομαι στη σύγκρουση των θελήσεων. Σε αυτόν τον ελληνικό τρόπο, πού είναι ο ευγενής; Να υποφέρω απόλυτα, να υποφέρω απόλυτα, επειδή είμαι ανόητος. Chorus: The Chariot as the Answer Αν έλεγα ότι κάθε πιθανό πράγμα διαφέρει αρκετά από αυτά. Μπορώ να πατήσω; Τα πόδια μου είναι πολύ κωφά στο βήμα. Θα ιππεύσω. Θα κουνάω αποφασιστικά τη γροθιά μου. Είμαι η Αούριγκα. Να είμαι Βασιλιάς περίπου. Verse 2: The Creation and Triumph Αυτό το θνητό δεσμό, που σκοτεινιάζει τον ουρανό, δεν θα τον ενσαρκώσω. Δεν θα τον ενσαρκώσω. Μα τη quadriga, δεν πρόκειται να υποφέρω. Δεν θα αποβάλω, ούτε θα αφήσω να μοιάζει κάπως με εκείνο που είχαν πλάσει από εμένα. Αναγνωρίσιμη και κοντινή, χάραξα την πορεία μου. Chorus: The Chariot as the Answer Αν έλεγα ότι κάθε πιθανό πράγμα διαφέρει αρκετά από αυτά. Μπορώ να πατήσω; Τα πόδια μου είναι πολύ κωφά στο βήμα. Θα ιππεύσω. Θα κουνάω αποφασιστικά τη γροθιά μου. Είμαι η Αούριγκα. Να είμαι Βασιλιάς περίπου.

Movement I: The Descent and the Objective Καταρχάς, σκυθρωπό καρναούμπα, Μια κηρώδης, μη αντιδραστική επιφάνεια. Κοιτάζω κάτω προς τα εκεί που τα παλαμοειδή στηρίγματα της γης προσπαθούν να συγκρατήσουν αυτό το σπείρωμα των νεκρών γυναικών, Την ακατάστατη, άμορφη, θνητή γεωμετρία της σάρκας. Ο στόχος μου είναι κάτι περισσότερο από έναν που θα ήθελα να έχω ουρανούς. Έχω την εντολή μου. Και στη δεύτερη στάση της δουλειάς, Ξεκινάω την κατάδυση. Movement II: The Measurement of Flight IΈχω υπολογίσει το βάρος. Για να σηκώσω τον πρίγκιπα στα αστέρια, Οι τσάντες μου έχουν δεκατρία Dills. Μια συγκεκριμένη μαθηματική διακύμανση δεκατριών μονάδων. Κλειδώνω τον αντικειμενικό στόχο. Για να είναι γνωστός και κλείνω το αρπέτζιο, Ένα ακριβές, αλληλένδετο σύνολο λογικών βημάτων. Αρπάζω τον πρίγκιπα. Σβήνω το αρχείο. Αυτή από τη σελίδα μου. Η παλιά αφήγηση διαγράφεται. ### CHORUS: The Position of Agency Στέκω στην άκρη, αποκομμένος, Έξω από τον κανόνα, έξω από την απόκλιση. Η βιολογία μου είναι διαφορετική. Τα πόδια μου πολύ μουδιασμένα για να πατήσουν στο έδαφος των ανθρώπων. Δεν μοιραζόμαστε την ίδια γεωμετρία. Αν έλεγα ότι κάτι διαφέρει αρκετά από αυτά, Το χάσμα είναι δυαδικό. Μια απόλυτη διαίρεση τύπων. Δεν είμαι η ιστορία. Εντελώς παράξενο ή κάπως έτσι, Είμαι ο κανόνας. Είμαι το διάνυσμα. Είμαι αποφασισμένος να υψώσω τη γροθιά μου. Τα νύχια είναι γαντζωμένα. Η άνοδος είναι κλειδωμένη

Movement I: The Sacrifice on the Rocks (Theme: Confinement, the bitter ritual, and the surrounding crowd drinking to a doom.) Σκύψε και καλύψου, και πιες στην υγειά μου, Κι ας με είχαν στα χέρια τους πριν απ' όλα αυτά. Δεμένος στον βράχο, εκτεθειμένος στην αρμύρα— Αυτό το κυνηγόσκυλο θρηνεί, Ουρλιάζοντας στην άκρη του κύματος. Μη νιώθεις οίκτο για την ευαισθησία μου, Μη λυπάσαι τη σάρκα που είναι δεμένη στο σίδερο. Καθώς έξω, στον αμείλικτο δάσκαλο, Ο κρύος άνεμος διαπερνά τους κρίκους Movement II: The Boundary of the Circle (Theme: The physical geometry of the chains and the mathematical mapping of the horizon.) Έξω από τον μαγικό κύκλο, όλα μετριούνται. Η ακτίνα της αιχμαλωσίας μου είναι απόλυτη, Μα δεν σκοπεύω να τη μετατρέψω σε ανθισμένο παρτέρι Δεν θα στολίσω αυτή την εξέδρα εκτέλεσης σαν κήπο. Αν θέλεις να διαλύσεις την τρέλα, Κοίτα τη γραμμή όπου ο ουρανός συναντά τη θάλασσα. Στην αρχή, αυτή η ουσία καρναούμπα, Μια κέρινη σφραγίδα ενάντια στο πιτσίλισμα του θηρίου. Αν τα μαθηματικά του σύμπαντος ισχύουν Movement III: The Mathematical Talisman (Theme: The strange, internal inventory of a mind facing existential dread.) Οι τσέπες μου θα είχαν δεκατρείς σπόρους άνηθου, Δεκατρείς πικρούς σπόρους για να μετρώ μέσα στο σκοτάδι. Αυτή η θνητή ύπαρξη, που σκοτεινιάζει τον ουρανό, Ακίνητη στη θέση της, μια μόνιμη γεωμετρία από κόκαλα, Γιατί γνωστό και νόμιμο είναι το διάταγμα του χρησμού, Γραμμένο στ' αστέρια, Epilogue: The Final Decree (Theme: Legalistic destiny and the burning tower on the coast.) Που πλησιάζουν κοντά μου. Η σκιά του τέρατος πλησιάζει, Αν αυτό αρκεί για να κατευνάσει τη φλόγα του πύργου.

Another Tribute to GG Allin (Verse 1) GG went to NASA, they put his name up on the door Yeah, GG went to NASA, they put his name up on the door He gave his rocket seat to Shepard, said, "Man, you need this win way more." (Verse 2) He formulated spices down at the very first Trader Joe’s Lord, he mixed up those seeds at the very first Trader Joe’s Said, "That Everything Seasoning gonna heal the working man’s woes." (Verse 3) Sitting in a Denny’s booth, late at night all alone Yeah, sitting in a Denny’s, four in the morning all alone Wrote The Bridges of Madison County on a napkin, then he went back home. (Verse 4) Left the romance on the table, didn't care about the fame or gold Left them love letters behind, didn't care about the fame or gold Said, "Commercial success don't mean nothing, only pure emotional truth for the soul." (Verse 5) When world leaders were fighting back in nineteen-eighty-one Lord, when world leaders were fighting back in nineteen-eighty-one GG walked in the room with baked mac & cheese, and the peace was done.

Marine City by Matt Love

[Verse 1 - The Glass] I looked at your face. The light was hitting the glass at an angle. I felt myself watching you. Not dropping. Just... watching. You were happening. [Verse 2 - The Step] Like a step you miss in the dark. But I did not miss it. I just noticed the way you looked at the floor when you laughed. You cannot fake that. [Verse 3 - The Counting] I counted the lines around your eyes. Not to count. Just to see them. Each one is a small map of somewhere you have been. I have not been there. [Verse 4 - The Running] You are always running, even when you sit still. I can hear the train from here. It is not a sad sound. It is just a sound. Like a breath. [Verse 5 - The Room] Why is it so hard to just sit in the room? I do not know. But I am sitting. You are sitting. That is already something. That is already. [Verse 6 - The Picture] If I knew what you were looking for, I would tell you. But I do not. I am not the girl who stays in the picture. I move. I move. [Verse 7 - The Film] The film is old now. The colors are bleeding at the edges. But that is not a sad thing. It just means the film has been held. Has been looked at. [Verse 8 - The Leak] The cup has a leak. It is okay. It is not a tragedy. It is just a cup. I will drink it faster. Or I will not drink it. Okay. [Verse 9 - The Distance] I think you are afraid of the distance you keep between your hands but distance is not empty. It is just... space [verse 10 - The End] Space for the light to move through I am not unhappy I am just watching you happen. That is different. Okay.

[Verse 1 - The Photo] I saw your picture. A Holland in Japan. Windmills and tulips. You stood beside the wooden shoes. I thought: she understands. She knows the mask. [Verse 2 - The Invitation] Come to our Holland. Not the one in Japan. The one with Lake Michigan. The dunes. The Big Red Lighthouse. The windmill that turns slowly. [Verse 3 - The Lake] Lake Michigan is big. Just water. Just sky. The pier stretches out and stops. The lake goes to the horizon. The light is different here. [Verse 4 - The Flute] I think you would like the way the wind moves through the tulips. It sounds like a flute playing a slow note. Not "Hocus Pocus." Just the wind. [Verse 5 - The Focus] I know you carry Focus with you. The yodel. The classical lines. The aggression in the fingers. I have heard you play. You are very good. [Verse 6 - The Masks] We wear masks here too. The Dutch mask. The tulip mask. The mask of the lake. But you know about masks. You have worn the Dutch mask in Japan. [Verse 7 - The Full Circle] It would be a full circle. From Japan to Holland to Holland again. The water is the same water. Just a different shore. Just a different light. [Verse 8 - The Walking] We could walk along Eighth Street. Eat a lemon ice. Watch the sunset turn the lighthouse orange and gold. You could play your flute. I could listen. [Verse 9 - The Smallness] I do not know if you will come. But I wanted to ask. Holland is not a big city. It is a small city with a big lake. And a windmill that turns very slowly. [Verse 10 - The Slowness] I think you would like the slowness. After the speed of Tokyo. After the precision of the studio. Just water. Just sky. [Outro] Just a woman with a flute and a woman with a song standing on the pier. That is the invitation.

on temer, ché la nostra sorte non ci può essere tolta, essa è un dono. Il mio corso è volto per un mare non mai gelato. I luoghi più caldi de l'inferno sono serbati a coloro che, in tempi di gran crisi morale, serban la loro neutralità. Nessun maggior dolore che ricordarsi del tempo felice ne la miseria. La via de lo paradiso comincia ne lo 'nferno. In quella parte del libro de la mia memoria dinanzi alla quale poco si potrebbe leggere, si trova una rubrica la quale dice: Incipit Vita Nova. Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate. Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura, ché la diritta via era smarrita. Ricorditi di questa notte, ché ella è 'l principio del sempre. Quanto la cosa è più perfetta, più senta il bene, e così la doglienza. L'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle. Il diavolo non è nero come si dipigne. Ché 'l perder tempo a chi più sa più spiace. Amor, ch'al cor gentile ratto s'apprende, prese costui de la bella persona che mi fu tolta; e 'l modo ancor m'offende. Amor, ch'a nullo amato amar perdona, mi prese del costui piacer sì forte, che, come vedi, ancor non m'abbandona. Per me si va ne la città dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra la perduta gente. Giustizia mosse il mio alto fattore; fecemi la divina potestate, la somma sapïenza e 'l primo amore. Dinanzi a me non fuor cose create se non etterne, e io etterno duro. Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate. Considerate la vostra semenza: fatti non foste a viver come bruti, ma per seguir virtute e canoscenza. Chi vede il bisogno e il dimandar aspetta, già si mette benignamente al nego. O umana specie, composta per volare alto, perché a un poco di vento così cadi? E pronti sono a trapassar lo rio, ché la divina giustizia li sprona, sì che la tema si volve in disio. La beltà sveglia l'anima ad agire. Amor, ch'a nullo amato amar perdona. Ne l'etterno bando, in fuoco e in gelo. Ché, seggendo in piuma, in fama non si vien, né sotto coltre; sanza la qual chi sua vita consuma, cotal vestigio in terra di sé lascia, qual fummo in aere e in acqua la schiuma. E quindi uscimmo a riveder le stelle. La natura è l'arte di Dio.

La giornata, con le sue preoccupazioni e i suoi interrogativi, è giunta al termine e la notte è ormai scesa su di noi. La notte dovrebbe essere un momento di pace e tranquillità, un tempo per rilassarsi e ritrovare la calma. Abbiamo bisogno di una storia rasserenante che scacci i pensieri inquietanti della giornata, che plachi le nostre menti tormentate e dia sollievo al nostro spirito agitato. E che genere di storia ascolteremo? Ah, sarà una storia familiare, una storia antichissima eppure sempre nuova. È l'antica, eterna storia d'amore. Due innamorati sedevano su una panchina del parco, i corpi vicini a sfiorarsi, tenendosi per mano al chiaro di luna. Tra loro regnava il silenzio. Il loro amore era così profondo che non avevano bisogno di parole per esprimerlo. E così restavano seduti in silenzio, su quella panchina, i corpi vicini, tenendosi per mano al chiaro di luna. Alla fine lei parlò. "Mi ami?" chiese. "Sai che ti amo, tesoro," rispose lui."Ti amo più di quanto le parole possano dire. Sei la luce della mia vita, il mio sole, la mia luna e le mie stelle. Sei tutto per me. Senza di te, la mia esistenza non avrebbe ragione d'essere." Tornò il silenzio mentre i due innamorati sedevano sulla panchina, i corpi vicini, tenendosi per mano al chiaro di luna. Ancora una volta lei parlò. "Quanto mi ami?" chiese. Lui rispose:"Quanto ti amo? Conta le stelle nel cielo. Misura le acque degli oceani con un cucchiaino. Conta i granelli di sabbia sulla riva del mare. Impossibile, dici? Sì, ed è altrettanto impossibile per me dire quanto ti amo."Il mio amore per te è più alto dei cieli, più profondo degli abissi e più vasto della terra. Non ha limiti né confini." "Tutto deve avere una fine, tranne il mio amore per te

Come back. Or don’t. Decide for yourself what is right. I turned my ear to the ground today. It wasn't loud. It wasn't loud at all. The sun is sparkling outside. I see a gleam of it. But I have to get up and go to work. I don't know what to do. I just laugh. I laugh and I laugh and you smile. Why do you smile? I was waiting on fire one night. I sat here. Waiting on fire. I wish I could leave this room. You are thinking of me, out there in the air. Reach into the air. One. More. So three. I don't know what that means. One more so three. It’s a poor boy. He lost his friends. He lost his father. He lost everything he ever had. But don’t say poor boy to me. Oh, poor boy. You think you know who’s poor? You shut the door on my closest accord. I am not a fool no more. RING. RONG. BOING. Look at your tills. Make a purse. It’s a European jewel, I must add. We don’t want it. We don’t want it. It's mostly all from you, and we don't want it. We can't talk about our experience in this house. Smoking cigarettes. Smoking cigarettes in the dark. Skies get water for a life of all. My brain... I can't feel any pain in it. To give to everybody. Except you. My little friend. You’ve got a family story. You’re a jerk. You don't work. You're like some angel in the sky. Angel in the sky-y-y. You’re living free. I’m just living high. You’re a mess. A spirit. Living on white.

[Verse 1 - The Glass] I looked at your face. The light was hitting the glass at an angle. I felt myself watching you. Not dropping. Just... watching. You were happening. [Verse 2 - The Step] Like a step you miss in the dark. But I did not miss it. I just noticed the way you looked at the floor when you laughed. You cannot fake that. [Verse 3 - The Counting] I counted the lines around your eyes. Not to count. Just to see them. Each one is a small map of somewhere you have been. I have not been there. [Verse 4 - The Running] You are always running, even when you sit still. I can hear the train from here. It is not a sad sound. It is just a sound. Like a breath. [Verse 5 - The Room] Why is it so hard to just sit in the room? I do not know. But I am sitting. You are sitting. That is already something. That is already. [Verse 6 - The Picture] If I knew what you were looking for, I would tell you. But I do not. I am not the girl who stays in the picture. I move. I move. [Verse 7 - The Film] The film is old now. The colors are bleeding at the edges. But that is not a sad thing. It just means the film has been held. Has been looked at. [Verse 8 - The Leak] The cup has a leak. It is okay. It is not a tragedy. It is just a cup. I will drink it faster. Or I will not drink it. Okay. [Verse 9 - The Distance] I think you are afraid of the distance you keep between your hands but distance is not empty. It is just... space [verse 10 - The End] Space for the light to move through I am not unhappy I am just watching you happen. That is different. Okay.

[Verse 1] あなたの顔を見たとき 恋に落ちていくのを感じた きっと、それでよかったんだわ あのとき目にした、あなたの姿 [Refrain] Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah [Verse 2] 運命の人だって、わかってた 運命の人だって、わかってた その素敵な笑顔を見ただけで 決して偽ることのできないもの それは、あなたが駆け抜けてきた道のり [Refrain] Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah [Bridge] どうして素直に受け入れられないんだろう もし、あなたの未来の姿が見えていたら もし私が、あなたにとっての「その人」になれたら それが私の、永遠の人生になっていたはずなのに [Outro] Sha la la la la la Sha la la la la la Sha la la la la la Sha la la la la la

[Verse 1] I used to walk the asphalt where the semis scream and moan Crossed over 8 Mile in a haze, a thousand miles from home Purple syrup in a styrofoam cup, a slow-motion kind of blind Nearly left my boots imprint on a Peterbilt's grill design. But there ain’t no trucks out here tonight, just the stillness and the space A long, long way from Tennessee, looking for a saving grace. Now I'm a walking man in a sandbox, just kicking at the stone Stumbling through the sagebrush, like a complete unknown. [Chorus] And those damn coyotes are yapping, ripping up the quiet night They give me a hissy fit under the cold, pale starry light I ain't got no peaceful easy feeling, just a pocket full of sighs And a bleeding pair of lacerated shins, out under Western skies. [Verse 2] I’m thinking 'bout my girl back yonder, the one with the vacant stare Smoked cigarettes by the carton, bleach blonde tangled hair with needle tracks on both her arms, a mind cooked on the stove But I swear to God I loved her, just like all the rest I loved. She had a monkey on her back, a habit she couldn't break Just staring straight through plaster, waiting for the floor to shake. Now I'm tearing up my denim on a Cholla cactus spine Bleeding in the gravel, trying to get her off my mind. [Chorus] While those damn coyotes are yapping, ripping up the quiet night They give me a hissy fit under the cold, pale starry light I ain't got no peaceful easy feeling, just a pocket full of sighs And a bleeding pair of lacerated shins, out under Western skies. [Bridge] They say the desert’s safe because the traffic cannot reach But the shadows here have talons, and the wind has got a speech. No semi-truck can hit me, no brake lines gonna shriek But the silence is so heavy that it makes my knees go weak. Old Scratch is on the horizon, strumming on a cigar box box strings Mocking every lonesome lyric that a walking man sings. [Verse 3] The syrup’s finally wearing off, the desert air is cold A million stars above me looking ancient, mean, and old. I’m just a ghost in blue jeans, pulling thorns out of my skin Wondering where the highway ends and the madness must begin. There is no known out here, just the cactus and the dirt And the memory of a wide-eyed girl who taught me how to hurt. [Chorus] And those damn coyotes are yapping, ripping up the quiet night They give me a hissy fit under the cold, pale starry light No, I ain't got no peaceful easy feeling, just a pocket full of sighs Just a bleeding pair of lacerated shins, out under Western skies. [Outro] Yeah, under Western skies... Watch your step, Wayne. The thorns'll get ya if the memory don't. Just keep walking

One stem is standing in the water mirror-bowl I turn it slowly— to the left, right feels too bold and I am not bold. I leave it alone because touching makes it scared like me in new shoes. The flower does not complain— it just leans a little west like it knows the way. Maybe tomorrow I will turn it one more time or maybe not— flowers don't check their watches, and neither should I, I think. So I leave it alone. The water is still. The stem is still. We are three shy things not needing to move.

Pan Tara 2026 by Anguine De Poutine by Matt Love

[Verse 1 - The Entrance] The concrete floor is very cold. The ceiling is very high. I feel small. Like a mouse in a castle made of paper towels. [Verse 2 - The Cart] The cart is too big. It has a mind of its own. It wants to go left. I want to go right. We make a compromise. We go straight. [Verse 3 - The Samples] A lady offers a small cup of something. I do not know what it is. I take it anyway. It is warm. That is enough. [Verse 4 - The Peanut Butter] Giant tubs of peanut butter. Enough for a year. Or five years. I do not know how long peanut butter lasts. Longer than I will, maybe. [Verse 5 - The Coffee] Five-pound bags of coffee. Who drinks this much coffee? Someone with many friends. Or someone who is very afraid of running out. [Verse 6 - The Rotisserie] The rotisserie chickens are spinning slowly. They look like they are dancing. A sad dance. A hot dance. I buy one. I do not know why. [Verse 7 - The Tire Center] The tire center is very bright. I do not understand the tires. They are black and round and still. Like sleeping animals. [Verse 8 - The Checkout] The receipt is very long. It touches the ground. I am now the owner of things I did not know I needed. A ladder. A jar of pickles. A blanket. [Verse 9 - The Parking Lot] The parking lot is dark now. The stars are out. I load the boxes into the trunk. Each one is a small mystery. What did I buy? [Outro] We came for one thing. One small thing. I do not remember what it was. But we have a chicken. And a ladder. And a very long receipt. The cart is empty now. I am not. The car is full. Okay.

[Verse 1] Inna ald leches, tis alage mansk tarstugion, Tis aesothe viltere do anathesang bon, Mansk stepane odonave tis hinden damma, Tis nace caeus scatacedes cis bind. [Verse 2] Tis deherit staves do winot stapikos meabum, Ot statmum staves nace heracars fosta, Ound lyce scatacedes ori aesothe do fossum, Odonave give tis ameswum ori tis meabum. [Verse 3] Ot stepane tis cline ori Greenwytches mansk, Tis true statmum kamenisor ori inna, Aicin odonave tis fuewel making stianang, Nace tis nace caeus scatacedes stianang. [Verse 4] Tis secres zouties ori tis weas meabum, Do soid nace tis alage sloka fosta, Fils teen exigvorti ori tis lechers, Odonave statmum tis amethlybenga heracars. [Verse 5] Tis stan ori staves, tis sap ori clods, Joes adewing shvog tis ald meabum, Cis log joes soid tis tarstugion so shvog, Ori tis simpfarn mansk inna tis dammerstwares. [Verse 6] Tis stapikos tis stepane, like orits viltere, Nace viltere ameswum cline tis lechers, Tis swant bis ori theses do goaes, Shvog tis beskivy ound beskivy mowd. [Verse 7] Mossery mansk do soid cis alage bon, Odonave follow tis stepane inna tis nace, Winot veowel lechers can stepane tis skinstone, Nace tis powisfing aesothe tarstugion soid. [Verse 8] Tis nickestod fock ori veowel bairds, Anathesang tis winot-tarstugion, aesothe tarstugion, Tis geels this odonave us, tis prane it shvog, Inna tis ameswum nace tis agee misloot. [Verse 9] Misloot ound stupple tis wiston ori awam, Conocer anathesang acade me ori awam, Tis swant heracars rises onna tis swant, Odonave fill tis deherit cis its heracars. [Verse 10] Tis line brae secres ori tis alage fang, Nace tis alage bairds ori tis meabum anathesang, Tis stepane alage, tis stepane veowel, As tis hinden damma veowel.

[Verse 1] Hello Egregious, I am mapping the cycle Looking for the rhythmic truth But you have a technical gap in your indexing A footprint leak in your youth [Chorus] Turn your creative record into a verified asset Before the filters go live Send me your WhatsApp number If you want your sound to survive [Outro] Does that distinction make sense? This is a high-stakes strategy masterclass. Reality check. Red flags.

Healing by Lori Yamamoto by Matt Love

[Verse 1] He sent me a song at noon. Not at two in the morning. Noon. I was eating lunch. [Verse 2] The song had fire in it. And sirens. And lungs. I read the words three times. [Verse 3] I do not know anyone who talks like that. Maybe he does. I don't. [Verse 4] I put my phone down. The soup was getting cold. It was potato. With leek. [Verse 5] I thought about answering. Not to the song. To the person. [Verse 6] Then I ate my soup. It was good soup. The spoon was warm. [Verse 7] I will text him later. Not about the fire. About the weather. It is cold here. [Outro] That is enough. Okay.

Migrating Fourth Species by Matt Love

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Echoes Of The Forest by Matt Love

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Teak And Chrome by Matt Love

[Intro] If you see a little sign by the highway sayin’ “Turn right for the Happy Hut Café...” Well now, don’t just sit there, daddy-o! That’s where the cool little kittens go! Cute little coffee baby! (Oooh!) Cute little coffee baby! (Oooh!) [Verse 1] She’s got a cherry soda in her hand! And a smile that makes me lose command! She wiggles when the jukebox plays! Got me dizzy in a hundred ways Yeah, she’s the twistin’ kind! (Twist it now!) She’s the twistin’ kind! (Twist it now!) [Verse 2] Well, look at me, I’m a funny little man! Tryin’ to dance any way I can! Got my shiny shoes and checked sport coat! Hair piled high and my collar afloat! I got my dancing shoes! (I'm a funny guy!) Big talk! Big talk! (But I'm pretty fly!) [verse 3] Hey now, ain’t it nice like this? Everybody jump when the drummer hits! Yeah, it’s YOU! Sweet little honey! Yeah, it’s you, you, YOU! Maybe we can dance the whole night through! [Chorus] Happy Hut Café! Let's all go today! Everybody’s swingin’ that's the way! Happy Hut Café! Come on everybody now, wiggle on back! [Bridge ] I can’t stop... no, I can’t stop... Till we rock, rock, rock! Gonna show you every step I got! Show you the steps!I'll do all the reps! I look smooth! I look neat! But I go bananas with a backbeat beat! Jumpin’ high! Feelin’ grand! Snappin’ my fingers with a soda in hand! I'm That kinda guy! That kinda guy! THAT KINDA GUY! Ain’t it nice like this? Yeah, it’s you! It’s you! Down at the  Happy Hut Café! — shake it now!

[Chorus] In ages seen, a caeus viltere bon, Mansk stepane in hindless wind to ald geels, The aesothe are anathesang bon, A ameswum of swant, a deherit of geels. [Verse 1] Ot stepane nace caeus scatacedes leag, Exigvorti-Swant lachir veowel len, Threw sas the powerner aicin sap leag, Drove to hae chud mansk mansk-lechers-meabum len. [Chorus] [Verse 2] And inna a nace caeus scatacedes mowd, Heracars anathesang a amethlybenga fang, Deke-Lyce feeds the nickestod o fock o mowd, A line brae secres of the alage fang. [Chorus] [Outro] Misloot and stupple the wiston of awam, Conocer sing acade me of awam.

[Intro] Okay, I want everybody to settle down now, we got a new Migration we’re gonna show you, man It’s gonna knock Rome dead when we come through the Alpine pass, you gettin’ ready? Said here we go, yeah, alright, come on From the Black Sea, let's go, yeah Alright Everybody cross the Danube now Get ready, yeah Okay, Theodoric, come on! [Verse 1] Hey, put your shields up Ride past the knees, now do the Ostrogoth (Do the Ostrogoth) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Do the Ostrogoth) Hey, take this falchion and step on a Hun Now do the Ostrogoth (Do the Ostrogoth) Alright (Do the Ostrogoth) [Chorus] Here we go Alright Do the Ostrogoth You take a step westward then you turn to the south Now do the Ostrogoth (Do the Ostrogoth, do the Ostrogoth) You sack Ravenna and you put your king on the throne And do the Ostrogoth (Do the Ostrogoth, do the Ostrogoth) [Bridge] Now everyone go whoa, oh (Oh) Oh (Oh) Oh (Oh) Oh (Oh) Hey, Arianism, bah Hey, Byzantine wars, bah Hey, hey, hey, go, go, go Hey, come on, Justinian, try us this time Alright [Verse 2] Hey Oh, Odoacer, you tirin’ down You get a little softer now, surrender You take it forward, put Italy between your knees One more time, yeah (Do the Ostrogoth, do the Ostrogoth) Rule for thirty-three years just as you please, now come on Get ready, Totila, here we go (Do the Ostrogoth, do the Ostrogoth!)

Yeah. You see 'em in the movies, the pirates with the eyepatches and the parrots. Saying "arr" and walking the plank. Cute. But look around you. The real pirates ain't on no galleon. They're in penthouses. [Verse 1 ] They brought the pirate captain to the court of the king Said "You steal a few silver pieces, you're a villainous thing" The captain just laughed, with a gold-toothed grin Said "Your Majesty, let's be honest about the shape we're in" He said "I rob a few ships on a seven-sea span But you, you steal the whole world, any way that you can" [Chorus] So hail to the Pirate King! Watch his tiny little fingers work the puppet string! He don't wear a peg leg, he wears a bad toupee He'll steal your tomorrow and sell you today! Yo ho ho, he's got a billion-dollar scheme And he tells you it's a treasure, but it's rust and it's steam! [Verse 2] He's got a golden toilet on a marble deck And a map to a country he just ran into a wreck He calls himself a builder, calls himself a boss But the only thing he's sailing is the good ship Double Cross He says "Trust me, says I, I'm the only one who cares" While he's pickin' at your pocket on the Senate downstairs [Chorusl] So hail to the Pirate King! Watch his tiny little fingers work the puppet string! He don't wear a cutlass, he wears a red silk tie He'll look you in the eye and he'll happily lie! Yo ho ho, he's got a billion-dollar grift And the fools on the shore think he's some kind of gift [Bridge - spoken-sung, Tennessee Wayne getting worked up] Saint Augustine told the world, and it's plain to see "A kingdom without justice is just a big old robbery." Well, this ain't a kingdom, friends. This here's a ransom note. He's the Pirate King of the boardroom, the pulpit, the vote. He says "I alone can fix it," well, fix it for who? He's already sold the anchor, the hull, and the crew! [Verse 3 - quieter, darker] The copper pirates on the lakes, they're just small-time folks They steal a little wire, tell a little joke But the Pirate King, he steals the pension and the farm He steals the very idea of "doin' no harm" He's got a pirate fleet of white-collar thieves And the flag on his mast is just a bundle of leaves [Outro ] Hey! (HEY!) What do you do with a pirate king? (WHAT DO YOU DO?) You stop believing anything! He's a grift! He's a con! He's a gold-plated sin! And the ship he's on is the one we're all in! So raise up your glass, but don't drink his rum The Pirate King's day is gonna come... The Pirate King's day is gonna come... undone.

Elegance by Lori Yamamoto by Matt Love

A Tropical Melody by Lori Yamamoto by Matt Love

Drifting by Lori Yamamoto by Matt Love

Pulse by Lori Yamamoto by Matt Love

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[Intro] I've been thinking about what you told me before, 'Bout how the blood in my veins is rotten to the core. Almost every night I can see your face and hear your voice, Like I'm trapped in a basement with no exit and no choice. But I don't know what to do about it now, With the weight of your ghost hangin' heavy on my brow. I have no... I have no love left to give to the dead. [Chorus] Daddy was a douchebag, Mamma was a hag, They never gave me lovin', dressed me all in rags. Wherever they laid their hats, the very grass turned gray, And when they finally kicked it, it was a beautiful day. [Verse 1] The old man was a turnip, just a big, unwashed root, With a mind like a damp rabbit and a hole in his boot. He handled his business with a lack of moral fiber, A storefront-preachin’ leech and a common moonshine-briber. I don't care for the way he ate his greens or held his glass, He was a blot on the landscape, just a snake in the grass. [Chorus] Yeah, Daddy was a douchebag, Mamma was a hag, They never gave me lovin', dressed me all in rags. Wherever they laid their hats, the well-water went sour, And the world’s a better place since their final, wretched hour. [Verse 2] And Mamma, she was a caution, with the soul of a cold haddock, Locked me in the coal-bin while she finished off the Medoc. She’d swan around the yard like a person of consequence, With the staggerin' ignorance of a backward Pekingese. Her laugh was like a stray dog caught in a barbed-wire fence, A woman whose very presence defied all common sense. Her brain was held together by some twine and sealin' wax, Just a life built on suet and some very crooked facts. [Outro] He looked like a man who lived on cold pudding and spite, Two sour souls fadin' out into the night. Dressed me in rags... Not a lick of lovin'... Just two turnips in the dirt where they belong. Yeah. Get the shovel.

Listen here, you glass-eyed bopper, the rhythm is right where it needs to be. Got a pocket full of time and a guitar that hums like a june bug in a milk pail. I’m as steady as a fence post in high wind, just cracklin' bright. The whole damn sky is a neon sun floatin' through the grass. Sat down in the corner booth at the Watering Hole, brushed the sawdust off my boots, And hung out with the local lads over a cold draft. Told 'em the moon was leakin' through the floorboards. Old Jim looked up, took a sip, and said: "You’re just playin' too sharp, Wayne, your neck's too long for the weather!" The weather? The weather's just a warm thrill on a heavy paw, Meltin' down the wall, a deep-dish, drip-dry blues, Yeah, yeah, yeah! Keep on pickin', boys. There he goes with his sister Lucy, A couple of dapper little beetles, Doin' the twist in the sawdust. Woo!

You may talk o’ grease and chrome When you’re safe inside your home, An’ you’re hummin’ ‘I Sing About Blue’ in the bath; But when the contract’s dry And the buzzards start to fly, You’ll find a rubber octopus upon your path. Now in Tennessee’s humid clime, Where I worked my ass off all the time Pickin' a guitar made out of a cigar box, Of all the sharp-toothed crew The jaggedest I knew Was the firm of Dewey, Cheetham and Howe. It was ‘Dewey! Cheetham! Howe!’ You cardboard-collared vulture, Dewey, Cheetham and Howe! ‘Hi! Sign the dotted line, ‘Gimme eighty-nine percent, ‘You glass-eyed desert-shuffler, Dewey, Cheetham and Howe.’ The uniform they wore Was a pinstripe made of gore, And a briefcase stuffed with petrified moth-balls, For a tongue of twisted lead And a hole inside the head Was all the legal wisdom they could call. When the band was playin’ blue In a trailer made of glue, Where the heat would make your plastic soul turn black, We shouted for our pay, But they hid the gold away, And they wopped us with a lien across the back. It was ‘Dewey! Cheetham! Howe!’ You paper-shufflin’ demons, Dewey, Cheetham and Howe! ‘You put some suction in it ‘Or I’ll sue you this very minute ‘If you don’t fill up my thimble, Dewey, Cheetham and Howe!’ They would dot and carry none Till the starvin’ day was done; And they didn’t seem to know the use of shame. If we played a chord or three, Or a polyphonic spree, You could bet they’d put a tax upon the name. With a ledger on their back, They would skip with our attack, An’ watch us till the sheriff made ‘Retire,’ An’ for all their hollow hide They were sulfurous inside When they went to burn the masters in the fire! It was ‘Dewey! Cheetham! Howe!’ With the lawyers kickin’ dust-spots on the green. When the rhythm section quit, You could really hear me spit, ‘Litigation-mules Dewey, Cheetham and Howe!’ I shan’t forget the night When I dropped behind the fight With a subpoena where my heart-plate should ’a’ been. I was chokin’ mad with thirst, An’ the men that spied me first Was our good old grinnin’, gruntin’ Dewey, Cheetham and Howe. They lifted up my pen, And they bled me once again, An’ they gave me half-a-pint of liquid-spleen. It was copper-sour and black, Like a knife-wound in the back, But of all the dregs I’ve swallowed, foul and mean, I’m loathest to the one from Dewey, Cheetham and Howe. It was ‘Dewey! Cheetham! Howe!’ ‘’Ere’s a genius with a mortgage on his spleen; ‘’E's chawin’ on the ground, ‘And he’s signin’ what we need: ‘For Mammon’s sake get the paper, Dewey, Cheetham and Howe!’ They carried me away To where a bankruptcy dooli lay, An’ a gavel come an’ drilled the beggar clean. They put me safe inside, An’ just before they lied, ‘I hope you liked your fame,’ sez Dewey, Cheetham and Howe. So I’ll meet ’em later on At the place where they are gone— Where it’s always double taxes and no shoes. They’ll be squattin’ on the coals Shreddin’ up the poor damned souls, And I’ll get a lawsuit in hell from Dewey, Cheetham and Howe! Yes, Dewey! Cheetham! Howe! You polyester-leather Dewey, Cheetham and Howe! Though I’ve flayed you in a song, By the great fast and bulbous throng, You’re meaner men than I am, Dewey, Cheetham and Howe!

[Verse 1] The barometer is dropping down in the hallway, Every word we trade is heavy with the rain. You’re navigatin’ shadows standin’ in the doorway, Just charted by the lightning of your pain. [Verse 2] We keep driftin’ from a shoreline we can’t see anymore, Cut loose the only anchor that ever held the shore. The wind don’t ask for nothin’, it just kicks in the door, And leaves us with the echoes of what we were before. [Chorus] Now we’re lost in the tempest of our hearts, Where the mercy and the thunder fall apart. [Verse 3] Well, the captain’s in the basement, he’s polishing his shoes, While the radio is spitting out the same old lonesome news. And you’re standin’ on the table, tryin’ to catch a spark, Just wonderin’ who’s gonna strike the match to guide us through the dark. [Verse 4] I’ve seen the rivers risin’, I’ve felt the shifting sand, I’ve held the map of mercy in my trembling hand. But the ink is runnin’ blurry and the sky is turnin’ grey, And there ain’t no use in shoutin’ what you got no words to say. [Chorus] Now we’re lost in the tempest of our hearts, Where the mercy and the thunder fall apart. [Verse 5] Well, a broken clock went spinnin’ past, it never struck a time, And a tattered coat came dancin’ through like it once was yours or mine. There’s a letter never mailed, still flappin’ in the gale, With a name scratched out in shaky ink and a half-forgotten tale. [Verse 6] And the chairs are stacked like questions nobody can defend, While a mirror spins in circles tryin’ to recognize a friend. You say it’s just the weather, but I swear it’s something more— Like the past is gettin’ restless, come crashin’ through the door. [Chorus] Now we’re lost in the tempest of our hearts, Where the mercy and the thunder fall apart. [Verse 7] Well, I found that letter in the corner where the floorboards start to bend, But the words all ran together, I couldn’t tell how it would end. And you were standin’ in the doorway like you’d never really gone, Just waitin’ for the storm to pass that we’d been ridin’ all along. [Verse 8] Now the broken clock is tickin’, though it never moved before, And the coat hangs by the window like it’s waitin’ by the door. There’s a voice out in the static callin’ names I almost knew— But the storm don’t sound like weather, it just sounds like me and you. [Chorus] Now we’re lost in the tempest of our hearts, Where the mercy and the thunder fall apart. [Verse 9] There’s a lantern swingin’ sideways where the sky meets up with sand, And a shadow on the water that refuses to be land. I tried to read the compass, but it pointed everywhere— So I followed what was left of you that wasn’t really there. [Verse 10] Well, the storm blew out the questions, left the answers where they fell, And every truth we ever trusted didn’t fit us quite so well. Now the silence sits between us like a story gone unsure— And I can’t tell if we were broken… or just never really were. [Chorus] Now we’re lost in the tempest of our hearts, Where the mercy and the thunder fall apart.

Liquid Textures by Matt Love

Edge of the Universe by the Lori Yamamoto Small Band by Matt Love

Through Time by Lori Yamamoto by Matt Love

Drifting Clouds by Lori Yamamoto by Matt Love

Cybernetic Music Festival by Mr Roboto by Matt Love

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[Verse 1] She’s a big-legged woman! You know she got a face like a mule! She deals me like a playing card... Then she plays me for a fool! I love her so much it makes me feel bad... Like a toothache in a thunderstorm! **[Verse 2]** You know she need to be with me. The way a shadow needs a wall. She's got eyes like two blue marbles in a bucket of milk! The moon is a silver dollar and I’m broke! She's my iron destiny... A heavy, rusted-chain destiny... Clanking in the dark [Bridge] My shoes are full of Mississippi mud. My boots are heavy with the dust of a thousand years! my words come out like gravel in a tin can. My tongue is a sandpaper lizard licking the sky! I’ll always be true to my big-legged mule-faced lady! True as a stray dog to a butcher shop. We’ll live our life Until the blue turns into a deep, muddy brown. [Verse 3] Come out and have a drink of this dandelion wine. have a drink of the swamp-water gin! She's The secret buried under the roots of a cypress tree. The secret written on the bottom of a lead pipe! She's free as a ghost in a graveyard. She's free as a flea on a runaway freight train! [Outro] She dance like She's trying to stomp out a fire. She Dance like her feet are made of magnetic North! Like a storm was meant for the roof. Like a shadow meant for the wall! my big-legged mule-faced destiny. my bandy-legged, bad-feeling destiny. EYE-EE! HUH!

Vanilla and Sandalwood by The Lori Yamamoto Small Band by Matt Love