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Unnameable
Radio

Story Song Scientist EP

WBAI NYC, unnameable radio

Late shift, night owls, on 60th there’s snow

Mr Fass Rolling rasp, red light is on   

Dim dials, Love lorn, Play another song

You think you’ll die of a broken heart

Get on the phone

 

Poor Stanley’s drought ridden all on his own, drowning in despair

Mixed pills, seltzer, slips away in his chair

Let’s count a minute against the dead air (in silent)

No ginger tiptoes, no victims here

Gave it away, can’t ask for it back

Lay down the phone (hold)

Stand up don’t hang up

Draw you in to trace you

Tuned in to pass on your last lullaby

Live on the wireless

Say life’s overrated

You’re radio waving goodbye

 

Micheal Valenti’s betting his life he’s gambling sedated, 

On 87th, keep stalling, the company’s chased it

Empathy specialist microphone weeps

Hello I Love You as Micheal falls asleep (hold)

It’s not that I don’t want to live

The Doors close the show (hold)

 

Analog dialog the city is listening

In mentioning East Side you gave us a clue

Stop making sense succumb to your poisoning

You’re not off the hook we’re coming to save you

Shepherd

Story Song Scientist EP

In the middle of March the teuchit storm

At the corner of spring when the first lambs are born

Sun white and staggering, dozy and small

The shepherd is there to take care of them all

 

Spindle and the spool,

Scour the wild wool, 

While we’re counting sheep

 

The shepherd he watches and nurtures until

Dippings and clippings moved from the hill

Sold at the market to be bred or be killed

When the teuchit returns, new lambs in the field

 

Wind the wiry fleece, 

Cutlet fresh to eat

While we’re counting sheep

 

But our shepherd wanders far from the herd

Cares nothing for nurture only for yield

While predators circle our shepherd’s asleep

Dogs run among them, scattering sheep

 

Spindle and the spool,

Scour the wild wool, 

While we’re counting sheep

Wind the wiry fleece, 

Cutlet fresh to eat

While we’re counting sheep

 

Door slams hard and shuts out the storm

The shepherd returns with a lamb in his arms

The forces of nature have forced him to nurture, 

To tend and to care for and be a good farmer.

The End of
Numbers

Story Song Scientist EP

The end of numbers that fiction I fight

They argue and bicker over whether I’m right

Call me a renegade corrupt the young

As I lay in my grave, the evidence lives on 

 

I believe in infinity decimals roll 

I believe in infinity, never grows old 

Endless possibility beyond our control 

I believe in infinity, paradise unfolds

 

The end of numbers my god given right

He sent me to tell you there’s no end in sight

They giggle in ignorance their ordinary view

My method, my madness, my cardinal truth

Infinity of infinity

Sounds like a prayer

Unbroken cycle

Layer upon layer

 

Last of my letters from locked up inside

The facts and the figures are boundless in size 

They’ve run out numbers to count down my days

There’s no end to numbers so I’ll slip away

 

I believe in infinity decimals roll 

I believe in infinity, never grows old 

Endless possibility beyond our control 

I believe / in infinity

I believe in infinity decimals roll 

I believe in infinity, never grows old 

Endless possibility beyond our control 

I believe in infinity, paradise unfolds

North Pond
Phantom

Story Song Scientist EP

Took to the woods, packed and headed north, 

Drove right through his hometown, didn’t even stop. 

Kept on going until he ran out of gas, 

Left the car open, keys on the dash. 

 

Conscience got real quiet, as winter it took hold, 

Stealing food is easy when you’re hungry and you’re cold.

Never smashed a window, or broke down a door, 

Took only what he needed and not a mouthful more

Moon moves the minute hand, 

Seasons turn the hour, 

Your name becomes a memory, 

Nature reclaims power. 

 

For twenty seven years he didn’t say a word,

Only read the Bible once, no opinion of this world,

More locked away than anyone in human history, 

They found him in his clearing and they stripped his liberty.

 

The electric eyes they planted couldn’t see inside his head, 

It wouldn’t really matter if they’d let him go instead. 

Back to the bouldered circle, flat floor of magazines, 

Morsel, book and flashlight, the life that he had dreamed.

Wild Wild
Country

Story Song Scientist EP

I was a fool and I rushed in

All tangled up in the heat of the movement

Worship the ground he’s walking

Measure up apricot robes I’m coming

 

One step further out from the drama

One step closer to my nirvana

 

I am open, I am empty

Take my money make me holy

Underneath an Oregon sky

Show me how to live my life

 

They’re moving earth they’re building

Beautiful people hollow and yearning

Osho is out in the Wild Wild Country

He’s in a Rolls Royce they’re growing hungry

 

Get your gun get with the program

Red rats run to protect the big man

 

I am open, I am empty

Take my money make me holy

Big muddy gonna hypnotise

Show me how to live my life

Cross my legs and close my eyes

Sign up for a paradise

Underneath an Oregon sky

Show me how to live my life

 

Stop the attorney silence the weapons

Pure was the journey- ended in poison

Now it’s 84 and it’s over

They carried the can with no closure

 

One step further out from the nirvana

One step closer to all the drama

 

I am open, I am empty

Take my money make me holy

Big muddy gonna hypnotise

Show me how to live my life

Cross my legs and close my eyes

Sign up for a paradise

Underneath an Oregon sky

Show me how to live my life

The Last
Straw

Story Song Scientist EP

Once you seemed like everything we needed, 

You burn and melt and make us feel light headed

Synthetic we can hold you,

We can shape and mould you, 

Nature fails where mankind has succeeded

 

Now we’re bound together, we’re elastic

Your stubborn, stretchy fibres are fantastic

So much love and hate, 

for polycarbonate

Came with baggage, talking trash an’ you’re erratic

 

Landfill aches, your choking every ocean

But you stuck around much longer than we bargained for

Suck it up and wave goodbye to poison

Raise your glass and toast the last straw

 

Not quite ivory or tortoiseshell

300 million tonnes a year to shelve

Use it once and throw it out, 

Addicted litter lout

Pushing bakelite boulders up a hill in hell

 

Nylon islands multiply relentless, 

Flushed out to sea or buried underneath us

We’re digging our own grave, 

Out of shit we chucked away. 

Future toxic towers rival everest 

1800 And
Froze To Death

Quantum Lyrics EP

Sleeping giant sprung awake / smothering the earth in ash

The cloud that changed the course of fate / Merciless the aftermath

 

Contaminated atmosphere / Jack frost threw a tantrum

Churned up every icy tear / overstayed his welcome

 

When that fiery mounting reared her head

Then the sky turned dark

And the sun burned red

Eighteen hundred and froze to death

The year without a summer

 

Withered winds and bitter sleet / Cropped fields wilt defeated

Livestock followed worn out weak / The hungry north retreated

 

Blood shade snowflakes spiraled fall / to land on stiff eye lashes

This weather punished one and all / Dust to dust, ashes to ashes

 

Death would come as sweet relief / For millions in distress

In Littleport on Spa Fields,/ rioting dispossessed

 

Holed up in Byron’s alpine lodge / With a cellar full of wine

from Shelley’s boredom rose a plot / She conjured Frankenstein

 

Eighteen hundred and froze to death

Old Tambora rose and said

You don’t what’s hit you yet

The year without a summer

  

When that fiery mounting reared her head

Then the sky turned dark

And the sun burned red

Eighteen hundred and froze to death

The year without a summer

Ode To The
Man With The
Golden Arm

Quantum Lyrics EP

Before they’ve seen the light of day

held close against a mother’s chest

You’re the vessel of the vaccine

allowing them a first born breath

The vessel, the vaccine

Held against a mothers chest

 

Prompted by your own transfusion

Kindness runs along your veins

rare the gift you humble hero

old heart beats the young ones safe

Rare gift, hero

Kindness runs along your veins

 

Expecting nothing in return

A million dollar spring so vital

Given freely modest rescue

You’re the answer to survival

freely rescue

a million dollar spring so vital

 

Ode to the man with the golden arm

 

Once a week you met the needle

Now you’ve given all you could

1000 gestures broke the record

Pioneer’s last day giving blood

Lo And
Behold

Quantum Lyrics EP

Bitter the apple, the river runs deep

Cruel is the love song between two machines

 

You came from a starship, a voice recognised,

Ask me a question and I’ll tell you the time.

 

You’re  in palms, you’re in pockets, you’re the smart in their phone

While I’m stuck on a cold shelf ,’cos  I work from home

 

We’re lonely and lovesick, for the one in our dreams,

We’re trapped in a search bar, on opposite teams

 

Bitter the apple, the river runs deep

Cruel is the love song between two machines

We’ll read out you schedule, the forecast, the news

We can be offended and we’ll never bruise

 

We work in the same field, we come when you call,

The knowledge, the know how, the info installed

 

With no lips to sin with, no arms for to hold

Love feels like a virus, a factory fault

 

Bitter the apple, the river runs deep

Cruel is the love song between two machines

 

Were supposed to be rivals, we’re meant to compete

You’re my star-crossed secret - You’re the sun in my east

The Anarchist
Cookbook

Quantum Lyrics EP

I’m a peaceful man but I once played with fire and death

I drew the diagrams and I laid out the steps

Blame my adolescence

Unaware of influence

Taught the yippie youth how to protest

 

We’d gathered at grand central station celebrating spring

Hands of time were taken so the violent cops stepped in

Teenagers and press were beaten

End the gentle demonstration

I channelled out my rage through page and pen

 

There was ink on my fingers

And blood on my hands

Wish it was fiction

Wish it was banned

 

Every chapter there for all to read

Ingredients to make the wild world bleed

I’m not guilty but I’m to blame

It makes my shoulders slope in shame

They stirred in chaos they turned up the heat

 

You’ll find me in the Pyrenees or a classroom in Hong Kong

Happiest not fitting in - stick out like a sore thumb

Oblivious and ignorant

to all connected incidents

Remorseful for the things I could have done

Clouds

Quantum Lyrics EP

Float across the ocean of air

Look up to Cirrus her locks of white hair

We don’t live beneath it We live within

Watching it endlessly curve/curl in the wind

 

Mackerel sky, mackerel sky

Never long wet and never long dry

Silver scales,  grey mares tails

Make lofty ships carry low sails

Splayed out in the meadow, away from the crowds

Idle and aimless my head in the clouds

 

Count all the emperors high

Kiwinuka's looming, he sparks as he sighs

Ribbons and steeples, pillars burst through

Daydream in pastels, refresh and renew-

 

Zepherous paints, she gives them away,

What a beautiful method of wasting the day

Crystals cascading through blankets of blue

The splendour, the rainbow, majestic the view