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Eureka!

Release Date: April 14, 2017
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On pourrait dire que j’suis “daigne”

Women and suffrage and relevant subjects

Call my name like an asteroid

It’s too big to ignore.

I’m largely in support of feisty women,

But you’re a human being,

And I want an object.

So, if you could point me towards a soulless object…

Just don’t you point at me!

 

So long to the ways and the fallacies of men

Who claim they want what’s fair, but in truth are too scared

To hand their privilege back.

And let the dawn’s rays burn the phallic seed of sin.

When that day arrives, it will free all our lives,

But ‘til then, I’m bringing “sexist” back.

 

Daughter, wife, and mother is your course, there is no other.

Daughters, wives, and mothers: gonna make you all my lovers.

 

T’es une femme indépendante,

Mais j’ai le chromosome Y,

Et donc j’ai droit

à toi et à ton corps

 

De nos jours, les femmes

ont plus d’opportunités

Mais moi j’en ai l’habitude grâce 

à mes droits masculins,

Et les femmes émancipées

menacent ce privilège 

Et c’est pour ça que je dit:

«je rétablis <sexiste>»

 

And so gone with the age are the phallusees of men-

Your pride may be blown, but These thoughts are your own,

You know it’s not so white and black.

Let the dawn’s rays expose the fallacy of sin

And when that dawn arrives, it will free all our wives,

But ‘til then…

I bought a fresh pack of Eureka! Cigarettes

took a slice of amanitas and I ain’t got bigger

yeti – the abominable snowman smokes ‘em too

talk to your doc today – see if Eureka’s right for you

Eureka, there’s gold in them there cigarettes!

(and a couple droplets of our stress-be-gone vinaigrette)

puff the sweet fumes, the odor is majestic

you’ll smell like it for days, people will think you are eclectic.

They’re not fags or butts but a bundle of fine asses

jigglin’ back and forth: bringin’ booty to the masses

you can even put some weed in it but make sure that you pass it

Blasphemous bastards even smoke our packs kid

 

Chorus (x2):

Buy Eureka at the store

Smoke a pack a day or more

You’ll be the coolest cat in town

When you’re six feet under the ground

 

Dancehall Section 1:

Buying tobacco for miners could cost you

No matter – miners can go and get dimes

Secondhand smoke finds its way to their nostrils

Polluting yet another innocent mind

 

Dancehall Section 2:

Buying tobacco for miners could cost you

No matter – miners can go and get dimes

Prospector Tonto put another cigarette in your mouth

Surgeon General’s Warning: “Your dumbfungled lungs are gonna give out”

For twenty some-odd years I’s left alone with everyone else

I was blind, trapped in my mind, strangled by a sense of separate self

But three little words took me out of my hell

Into a world of wordless wisdom of which these words could never tell

The words weren’t “I love you” or “meaning is hell”

But they’d have done just as…

 

Well, sometimes I think I should leggo my ego,

But I know that it can’t be so

For, if it is “I” that I’d like to let go of,

Tell me, who does the letting go?

 

Love is but a word and a word is but a symbol

A symbol is not love, no, love is much more simple

“For, love is sufficient unto love,” we have heard,

But these too are just words

 

Sometimes I think I should leggo my ego,

But I know that it can’t be so

For, if it is “I” that I’d like to let go of,

Tell me, who does the letting go?

 

They say to have an ego is to have two “I”s that cannot see

And if I wanted to let go, I would only be doing it for me

But who the hell am I?

 

Sometimes I think I should leggo my ego,

But I know that it can’t be so

For, if it is “I” that I’d like to let go of,

Tell me, who does the letting go?

Squiggly:

If a generation of revolutionaries

never grew up and never conformed

then their children surely would

and their conforming would in itself

be an act of revolution

 

Start a war for the status quo

and keep the monsters locked in the closet

if the population don’t do what they’re told

hit ‘em with tear gas and pellet guns

 

Things are gettin’ naughty

in Zucotti

Park. Noah’s Arkolepsy;

passin’ out in pairs

the masses are nappin’

to crunk lullabies

wool pulled over their eyes

protests pulverized

at 45 revolutions per minute.

I used to cast my vote for Dennis Kucinich

before I heard of Vermin Supreme,

the man with a boot on his head and a dream.

I want my oppression to be inventive;

so I can glitterbomb menches

as part of the free pony incentive

 

Vermin Supreme:

Benevolent fascists,

bourgeois mystics,

hypnotized masses, (feel free to adapt this line)

& deep fried fishsticks,

I couldn’t have made it this far Thank you, one and all

without you, my constituents for you are my constituents

 

Squiggly:

There’s been an increase

in releasing your inner freak

we’ve got armies in every high rise

Normalizing the culture of weirdos

By trimming beards

and making them trendy again

Gettin’ spendy with heathens

It’s a treat to order

the newest console

and have it arrive before

the official release date

 

don’t be a cheapskate

go find you a steep date

close your eyes

I’ll count backwards from 5

by the time I reach 0

you’re in a police state

 

(Bridge:)

We are the 1%

A corporation is a person

A person is just a percent

With an utter lack of purpose

 

Chorus

 

And when the peasant ashes

from wicked rituals

litter the floor,

sigils no more.

Melted candles

coat the floor

and when the wax

peels off of the corpse

the Bourgeois’ve won the war

Indoctrination sensation illuminatin’ on the One

Manifest the destination of the Nation of the Sun

Ultraviolent rays bust through Providential iClouds

This binary maze is where you’re wastin’ all your time now

Your memory’s contained in a hypertext mark up

Don’t even know your name ‘fore your 4G has start’d up

let’s break down your brain ‘til you lose your train of dot

Com one, com all, and get some pennies for your thoughts, sun

 

Wash your soul in the sunshine

Wash your soul in the rain

Give your mind to the hive if you want to survive

Let the Bourgeois wash your brain

 

Tremble and take heed!

Life’s worth nothing and your mind ain’t free

 

We’ll amplify the situation by instatin’ law that’s Marshall

Sittin’ in a circle singing 8 “oms” to a partial

It hertz me to say it, be we control the resistance

The very thing you’re fighting brought your movement ‘to existence

The counter-culture revolution offers no solution to the corporate greed or war on weed of [even] air pollution

For a battle can’t be won when one controls it from both sides

And we cashin’ in at face value on your worthless peasant lives

In the sunshine

 

Wash your soul in the sunshine

Wash your soul in the rain

Give your mind to the hive if you want to survive

Let the Mystics wash your brain

 

Tremble and take heed!

Life’s worth nothing and your mind ain’t free

That’s the way it ought to be

 

Stop, drop, throw wide the blinds

Let the sunshine in, it’ll blow your mind

 

Tremble and take heed!

Life’s worth nothing and your mind ain’t free

Let the sunshine in and turn the key

Your mind to the Mystic Bourgeoisie

Verse:

What is that creature over there?

It looks like a gargoyle

but why’s it wearing tin foil?

What is that creature over there?

It looks like a vampire

but why’s it wearing argyle?

 

Iz defnitely not a dinosaur

It’s got a ten foot wingspan

but’s too hairy for a fossil

and’s got somethin’ in its talons that is squirmin’ for its dear life ‘til it sighs its final squeak

It’s not a chimpanzee

But is holding a banana

When I ask it what it’s doin’

It says, “ahahahooohooohooohahahahEEEEE!

 

Verse

 

Chorus (x4):

Basement Monkey Bat Jazz

 

Endtro:

Avoid the nightclub

Where the monkey bats sing

There’s a new drug in town and it’s purely metaphysical

Gives a hella heady high, which is sheerly egotistical

It gets into your mind and designs its interior,

Helps you prove to your friends that you’re morally superior

Ya wanna know the effects? Well, just look and see

all the things that this dope dope is doin’ for me…

 

I deal ideals for real

For real, I deal ideals

 

Self righteous, so haughty,

I think I’m the rest of the godhead’s body

Outspoken, outrageous,

I package up this ____ and I take it to the stages

My performance? So pompous!

And I’ll hand out the tickets from my soap box office

‘Cause I’m the only one who knows what’s bad and what’s good

And I’m [turning][morphing] this pretension ‘to a livelihood

“Where the hood with the good livelihood at? Oh! Oh!”

 

I deal ideals for real

For real, I deal ideals

 

I’m the Utilitarian Aquarian, no, don’t call me a liar!

Just check my methodology, I’m the Statistical Messiah!

I live up to what I preach when I feel like it,

‘Cause you know I put the “hip” in “hypocrite”

I’ll keep pushin’ on you, no, I ain’t gonna quit

‘Cause my thoughts are for sale if you can buy this…

“Shutchyo mouth!”

 

I’m up on my high horse and I can’t come down

‘Cause it’s six feet in the dirt where I’ve beaten it down

When my mouth starts to run, you know there’s no place to hide

You’ll never get away from my ethical pride

 

I deal ideals for real

For real, I deal ideals

 

“H-U-M-I-L-I-T!” Why?

“‘Cause you’re no worse or better than me!”

Man! That’s some jive-ass…

“Shutchyo mouth!”

Demonic empath;

Sin seer’s crisp gaze

in a crystal ball

shaman’s tomb quenched

obsidian shapeshift

from the crypt

Black velvet elixir,

absinthe lapel,

licorice well,

wormwood ferments

in a pale.

Fingernails clink

a serpentine grail.

 

Lucid clots,

dreamweave cloth,

sparkling ooze,

thickened blood.

 

Sigil’s embossed glow swirls

and dissolves into soot entrails

Magickal intent

etched in gold in the stars

 

I got some skeezy anise

from a sleazy anesthesiologist

so I could varnish the folds

of my black robe

sugar cube distilled

the dreams;

thought gleam

concentration shattered

the fable with third eye beams

Iridescent cream;

Shapeshifter makeup

Lizards in human form

masking their real identity

By infiltrating the ranks

Of fraternal wanks

who ban love obscenities

 

Necromancers killed the bankers

To balance their checkbooks

And they drink from the sanguine fountains

Of their zombified subjects

 

Sinister psychics

Take gorgon coins

For their wallet

And they poison

Gold hearts

That digest slivers

Of their lavender chocolate

Waves crash upon the shore of delusion

Harddrives crash and stir up confusion

Melding minds at competitive prices

No human contact, left to our devices

Computers and TVs in the fifth dimension

No cost is too high, aside from our attention

Fill the ocean to the brim

And let’s start learning how to swim

 

Surfing the net on a discussion board titled “WAV”

Let yourself go and plunge below

There’s so much more that you don’t know

The web goes deep for those who creep

All must surf, but some still sleep

Plunge below, light starts to fade

For this self of mine that my mind has made

Plunge below, life starts to dim

Teaching bitches how to swim

 

Binary looks and digital embraces

Narcissistic books of masochistic faces

The “Self” it is the secret to our subtle self-destruction

“Always” is the answer, the problem is induction

Immediacy’s a virtue, for the days seem to grow shorter

But distractions fill the gaps of my deficit disorder

Close our voices, hear the hymn:

Teaching bitches how to swim

 

God is great, and God is dead

God’s the voices in my head

Erode the Rock of Ages limb from limb

Teaching bitches how to swim

All the good in you is because of the wave

One foot of God’s ground is one foot in the grave

God moves mountains on a whim

But can’t teach bitches how to swim

So when the sea starts swelling and the thunderclouds roll

Don’t seek shelter for to save your soul

Grab your board and ditch the turf,

And just start learning how to surf

 

Teaching bitches how to surf

Daddy gonna buy you a diamond ring,

A big black limousine, and all a’ them things

And gifts so much greater than any wiseman could bring

Darling, I can give you anything…

 

Baby, I can give you a ____ so fair,

A slew of senseless phrases I’ll sing to you just like a prayer,

A house and kids and every cross that your heart and womb can bear.

Darling, I can give you anything but love

 

Daddy gonna give you the heavens above,

A set of abstract ideas gonna fit just like a glove,

A life of sin and every whim that your heart’s been dreaming of

Darling, I can give you anything but love

 

How do I know my heart’s abusive?

It beats me…

Just like a drum

 

Baby, I can be the sun that melts away your fears,

Or else I can be the wind and rain which drown all of your tears,

I could count the ways and exhaust us both for the next hundred-thousand years

But what good is the peace I bring, the words I write, or this song I sing,

Tell me, what good is anything…

Darling, what good is anything but love?