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The Dark Room Act 2 - Manufactured Discontent

by Bill White

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1.
The Far Side of Nothing 03:31
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if i could see myself the way you see me then i might undestand why you left but i am stuck inside my own opinion of myself cause its the only thing that makes sense. each day gets worse and worse and worse i dont feel anything and i wake one dismal morninag on the far side of nothing im getting to be like w c fields kicking children, throwing rocks at dogs wish i could more like jimmy stewat kids junping all over me like monkeys while i lay in bed sawing my logs each day gets worse and worse and worse i dont feel anything and i wake one dismal morninag on the far side of nothing we used sing the songa from times gone by and repeat the words the wise men said now we walk past the graves without a prayer because every day is the day of the dead each day gets worse and worse and worse i dont feel anything and i wake one dismal morninag on the far side of nothing
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The Light Eternal 02:52
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there are things you cant imagine until you see them for yourself there is plenty of gas in abandoned cars but nothing in the pumps we are born imto one world and die in another honey i know you did your best i wish i could say the same is the light eternal still burning? is the light eternal still on fire? i hear the whole world crying in his voice i know what its like to be lost in the night those who have recovered are the ones who dont remember when they died is the light eternal still burning? is the light eternal still on fire?
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Rocket Seat 03:56
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strap me not loosely into the rocket seat i want to break through the sky and see the other side from where i stand where there is neither sea not land the moon is too close like a tile on the painted ceiling i want to break through into space where there is neither sickness nor healing im tired of seeing it all like a shadow play strap me into my rocket seat im ready to say goodye to the trees goodbye till i splash into blue ocean seas and lift my head like a baptized child strap me not loosely into the rocket seat i want to break through the sky and see the other side from where i stand where there is neither sea not land where there is neither sickness nor healing get me off this tile get me off this ceiling put me in the water till i am fully beguiled i will lift up my head like a baptized child
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San Martin 01:54
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French With His Fingers 02:49
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he played the blues with european soul speaking french with his fingers he played piano for the church didnt want to be in a band pianos dont travel well women admired him but he was hip to their tricks always said beauty was in the packaging not in the fix he wondered why prople busied their brains with the question of god why cant they just look up and take in the glory and the wonder of the miracle they were in look outward, not inward be humble, not proud when its quiet., be quiet when loud, get loud mozart is immense dylan is a funny little giy in the creases between, we try we try he played the blues with european soul speaking french with his fingers
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A Spooky Mirror 02:21
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she made me believe love could be eternal lasting through many lifetimes we travel through the stars theres a sucker born every minute you never know it till youre in it then you forget who you are how can something so soft be so hard? i threw everything i owned on the table set my eyes upon a fixed star she was like my second skin so i played the game to win and lost it all on the turning of a card how can something so soft be so hard? i hear these jokers singing all their love songs some are blazing with emotion others weak with tears i am feeling numb in the trainyard with the bums waiting for my life to disappear everything i loved inside a spooky mirror
7.
Changing Names 03:08
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i put on the colllar so i could hear your confession now im reciting verses while you advance in the procession i hate the changes weddings make in women's names its never safe to cross against the lines of demarcation i dont care what train you get on just let me take you to the station i hate the changes battles make in country names shall i stay here and sit out my days in exile or go back home in hopes someone will remember me i hate the cataclysmic changes brought on by the end of a life
8.
We Murder Less 04:07
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im not saying we’re the best but we are better than the rest as we impose our will upon the weaker imbeciles we murder less we murder less we are better than the rest because we murder less there is a place for you here if you keep your mouth shut while you are at it keep your mind shut too we are the ones to decide what is truth and what are lies your job is to cut and paste while we cut and run im not saying we’re the best but we are better than the rest as we impose our will upon the weaker imbeciles we murder less we murder less we are better than the rest because we murder less you can go far if you play it smart and walk the higher ground with us here in the clouds we can drop our bombs and clean up the worlds dirty face there are places to go and people to kill your job is to take picutres we will write the headlines im nor saying we’re the best but we are better than the rest as we impose our will upon the weaker imbeciles we murder less we murder less we are better than the rest because we murder less dont try to talk in signs we can read your pantomime everything you think and do we can see and read and zoom our eyes are everywhere and your poor soul is bare so either come up here where you belong or touch your toes and say so long you have no other choice you have no other choice
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City of Worms 07:07
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Hurricanes trace the slaveship trails Assailing the land with hieroglyphs of wind, Illegible to those illiterate of nature Who hear only murmuring silks As tall ships nudge the nascent moon Before phosphorous tides draw them down Into deep water of life forming Around the banished head Where magic plays wild in bubbling foam. The magic of innumerable loves Infuses a new sky with roundelays As bees, in flight From porous torsos of red wood, Remember the green ants Hollowing barracks Like canoe logs in glyphic tributaries. Now the hives are abuzz with men Who complain there is no honey. And there is no honey. What kind of bee would live among men Who kill what cannot be used Who tolerate not what may be feared And who despise all that issues From deep water of life forming From the innumerable loves Of the banished god. Away in the city of worms The castaways rise vain and secure Now that the walls have been sealed And nothing can get in And not even a mosquito stirs In the city of worms Where they grow their own Caligulas and Napoleons In armies of footsoldiers and fuckheads Good for nothing but gangraping the obelisk. In this circle-belt of trivia Where history is obliterated Where people are eternal And news the birdseed for parakeets, Thought is never the call And always the response. Away in the city of Roman and Japanese emperors Egyptian pharaohs and Farouks The great the terrible and the holy Annointed and appointed ones The witch-hunter and the bewitched Senate These iniquitous bastards of history and the present day Ride the barge with Cleopatra Down the Nile, the Amazon, the Yangtze, and the Mississippi rivers Killing everything in sight. Assassins of Allende and Romero and Lorca Assassins of language, music, and the tangible arts Assassins of Fred Hampton and the students of Kent State and Tiananmen Square Assassins of the elephant and the unicorn and 10,000 species of snake Assassins of the clouds Who bloody the sky with missiles And in the city suffer inviolate While in undersea volcanoes Where the great spirit is banished A new Earth rises But the chickenshits and crybabies The footsoldiers and fuckheads Will never see it. Instead, they leap about Boasting, “We are apes. We are apes!” And the great spirit nods in assent. “You are right,” he weeps. “You are indeed apes. But it wasn’t always so. It was not always so.”
10.
Salome Dont Dance 03:15
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Dont dance for me Salome Salome dont dance Seaweed woven in your hair The sword is in your hands Peens a flyin diaper stink You sashay right through it Just because it feels good doent mean i wanna do it i dont wanna pimp no ladies i dont wanna steal no car just wanna sit here on my ass and play this damn guitar I asked the dust about you Dust had nothing to say Get away from me, Salome Salome get away No deals, Salome Salome, no deals Ill get a knife and cut the spikes right off of those high heels We do not create We can only revise I wish that I had lived in Rome When Fellini was alive
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Split Infinitive 02:22
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