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The Edges Of Entertainment
Basic freedom basic income
Basically your frozen sitcom
Nothing left to reason with
So settle for new season myth
Recycling the garbage bin
Billboards in the bullpen
Hollywood Reporter
Psycho image sorter
Welcome to the status quo
As far as entertainments go
Vice Vox chicken pox
Thanks for the reminder
Justin Goldilocks
Trendsetting megachurch
White as white and mega-merch
Walk in daddy’s footsteps
Make that money
So proud of you
Saving souls and romcom honey
Hillsong Zoe Vous
Humanistic fuck you
Falwell et al. Robertson
Welcome to Adult Swim
On the edge of entertainment
And derangement
Freedom elected me a president
That’s entertainment
That’s entertainment
No one can blame it
No one can tame it
Sitting on the edge of darkness
Salt rooms of the Internet
‘Friends’ of ‘Carrie’ breaking bads
Reboot the baby boomer’s fads
Golden Age of nothing new
Of altos and sopranos too
Imagine past, the times of you
Inflicting damage for the few
Awake asunder and bury wonder
Another season’s adverts funder
Kinda glad the planet dies
Not the planet but the lies
Never followed golf or sitcoms
Strap on entertainment long bomb
See enough and death’s a blessing
No celebrity confessing
OITNB and chump change
This ain’t lifers this re- arrange
So Grohl vacant hole
Andy Williams whatcha know?
Conglomerates a force of good?
A corporate funded Robbin Hood?
A world you can’t believe
Dream that world just once and leave
Words that you can’t say
Put those fucking words away
Everybody benefits from
The PC condiments
To feel good about yourself
Maybe dream of Uber wealth
Home team
That’s a home team
That’s entertainment
That’s entertainment
No one can blame it
No one can tame it
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Actors With Guns (Sleepwalk Through The Mantra)
Up with the young gun
Slow that nature down son
Up with the young gun
Father nature’s last run
The plastic screened the pauper
And the father gave it birth
The moviemaker madness
Make that magic Mother Earth
The golden age of gamble
The devil he may not care
The shake and bake preamble
The cost of Vainly Fair
Shake the bastard ballpark
And the palaces collapse
Gunplay in the deep dark
In the Theater of Apps
Dump the pastor
Your movies made faster
Let these people do they job
The Christian color Fitbit slob
Burn the master
Your movie disaster
Hollywood’s collective sigh
The blockbuster afraid to die
Up with the young gun
Slow that nature down son
Up with the young gun
Father nature’s last run
The Newlywed Bachelorette Game
Your movies made Active Shooter (same)
Valve Corp suckers make my day
When I say I’ll be back
I’ll be back to stay
When you sauté
Romantic gunplay
Reaffirm the status quo
Day after day
Dump the pastor
Your movies made faster
They sink your battleship today
They fondle memory and say
Burn the master
Your movie disaster
Bubba Gump with Guns ablaze
Hollywood’s collective gaze
Shake
When you call it quits
That’s about it
When you call it quits
That’s about it
When the bubble gets blown
And you’re alone
With your jail broke home
That you erased
And then replaced
And now you’re on your own
You wanna free pass
Asked to asked
And beat the past
Roll the sleeves up
Somethin’ with the weed’s up
Miss the breeze of
Adults in the room
Playing with guns
Playing with you
And everybody else
And everyone you knew
Up with the young gun
Slow that nature down son
Up with the young gun
Father nature’s last run
What in the world of the world
That we made and destroyed
In our image of man in the void
In the palm of your hand
In the blink of the why
Carry on dream
In the dream where you die
Carry on dreaming
The beggar’s life
I save your life
You my save my life today
Let these people do they jobs
The Christian color Fitbit slobs
The liquor store
The gun eBay
Hollywood’s collective sigh
The blockbuster afraid to die
Shake
Shake
Shake
When you call it quits
That’s about it
When you call it quits
That’s about it
Tear the news machine down
Circle ‘round
The stereo sound
Make a party for the locals
Locals stand your ground
One step beyond the contract
No one ever signed
Blind-sided by the Bright Lite
That just arrived
Become your own editor
Kill the social predator
Hack into the brain that
God gave you
For something better
Or...
Sleep walk through the mantra
Sleep walk through the mantra
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Hollywood & Sons
Bells in love and falsies hidden
In the land of Glee
Selfies claiming body shaming
Where does that leave me?
Palm trees crying
Youth stays dying
What a world to see
Hollywood & Sons
Set their sights
On what to be
Swinging love and fast gourmets
Ballast injury
Grown up smiles in useful lies
Where does that leave me?
Long ears crying
As I'm trying out
The world of men
Hollywood & Sons
Asking what
I could have been
Patented again
Running out of grins
Silent to the end
Glory holes of sinking life
Topless mystery
Neon tights of angel flights
Where does that leave me?
Where I'm going
No one's knowing
How to rescue me
Palm trees crying
As I'm dying
Let the battered be
Hollywood & Sons
Take this soul
And set it free
What I'll never be
Lonesome guarantee
Patent eulogy
What a world to see
Wonders that agree
Hollywood and me
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And Now We Are Not
04:30
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And Now We Are Not
Do I have to be around
To hear you say:
That move is out of bounds?
I'll leave a note
And try to keep the lights down low
In the bedroom
Can it be a one-man show?
Bounce against the headboard
Both sides letting go?
As the angels fall
Up all night
Against the headboard
Up all night
Against the headboard
Everyone enabled Cain
I guess that right-side
Has-been of a brain
Will get a vote:
No confidence for all I know
In the bedroom
Can it be a one-man show?
Bounce against the headboard
Both sides letting go?
And now we are not
As the angels fall
As the boundaries call
You can be right after all
Reach around
City of Angels
Reach around
City of angels
Out of mind and out of sight
And Venice Beach
Reveals an eerie light
The bad behaviors'
Strap-on for an industry
In the bedroom
Can it be a one-man show?
Bounce against the headboard
Both sides letting go?
And now we are not
As the angels fall
As the boundaries call
You can be right after all
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Court Packing
04:11
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Court Packing
Something somebody wanted
To say to me
Somehow I wanna know
Somehow I think we go
Go crazy every generation
Get lazy in anticipation
Court packing
Meta court Packing
Impatient for results
Results in less than months
Miranda rights in ration
Police become old fashioned
Court packing
Meta court packing
Court packing
Meta court packing
Oh babe I like to make some waves
I’d like to walk on top of some of those graves
I’d like to be alone with you another day
I’d like to believe we all have another day
Solutions, seem out of reach
As people practice what they preach
The oceans throw it in our face
As tides erase this human race
Court packing
Meta court packing
Court packing
Yea, court packing
Meta court Packing
Oh babe I like to make some waves
I’d like to be the world that superstition saves
I’d like to be alone with you another day
I’d like to believe we all have another day
Just another day
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The Him Half
03:14
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The Him Half
When daddy’s girl says daddy’s boy
Right that rhythm with the joy
The noose that dealt
The Bible Belt
You’re dead wrong
This is why I’m done
When I’m called to arms
When you see my love
When daddy’s girl says daddy why?
Write that rhythm in the sky
The passers by
Of time will tell
Or not
We stumble into night
We gasp in delight
The folding cross
Of lovers’ loss
When you see my love die
When you see my love die
You’re dead wrong
Him
Him or her
Or the him half
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Younger For Longer (LA a Go Go)
The killing of time
And building the wall
The bottomless hope
That sinks after all
I’m never gonna storm the fader
The ebb and the flow
I’m never gonna misbehave her
The gurney away
The Barack popshop invader
The cattle before
Harvey NDA disclaimer
The King for a Day
And the robot soul from Sleeper
And you never get old
Gonna miss that mad believer
And you never get old
Like the meth Lab it to Beaver
And you never get old
And the heroin Ward Cleaver
And you never get old
And the sad sack Yeezy
And you took away my flow
And you took away my LA go go
They’re never as good from the front as from the behind
And they’re never gonna change their mind
The awards disclaimer and the broadcast motivator
The beyond the grave creator
Take a deep breath, shed a craft tear and walk away from here
From the flow to the center of the earth
To the center of rebirth
Take your best shot at my Ferrari
Blow the lid off your Campari [intentional]
Make a bonehead play to a race bait
Day for night and say you’re sorry
Bring the shoehorn to the party
Walk away from hail and hearty
Dance on the graves of the people that saved you
And you took away my flow
And you took away my LA go go
I know message I know fable
I know big and tall
When you sayin' that I’m an alien
Aboriginal
Waddle on your bone spurs
Activist animal
Bring your A game to the no name
Dead America! America!
Caught in the race of mobility faces
The wall and the target
And third streaming garbage
Arrested development
Maybe I’m celibate
Going for broke in eternity chokehold
I try to be good
And I sometimes succeed
I don’t master the moment
I master the need
I’ll be pitching a tent
On the side of the road
I’ll be better than best
I’ll #BeBest lock ‘n’ load
#BeBest to be dead
#BeBest to be dead
[Early naturalists talked often about “deep time” — the perception they had, contemplating the grandeur of this valley or that rock basin, of the profound slowness of nature. What lies in store for us is more like what the Victorian anthropologists identified as “dreamtime,” or “everywhen”: the semi-mythical experience, described by Aboriginal Australians, of encountering, in the present moment, an out-of-time past, when ancestors, heroes, and demigods crowded an epic stage. You can find it already watching footage of an iceberg collapsing into the sea — a feeling of history happening all at once.]
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Ascending Room
04:58
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Ascending Room
I left today
Why would I stay?
Lost country road
States lock 'n' load
Love, love how we fail
Left lonely as jail
Grieve for your loss
Life: the coin toss
Deaf, dumb and dead
Life wakes up red
Love, love without fail
Left lonely as jail
America’s tomb
Lost ascension room
Reunite toward the light
Gone too soon
Empty room
Magic wand, break the bond
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Hudson Walk
03:39
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Hudson Walk
For the love of god
Will we ever learn?
No one leaves the party
‘til the vote’s returned
So burned
Sorry about the mess we left
Leave it be
Gravy boats in Malibu
And shining sea to sea
Walk on the Hudson
Hudson walk
Walk on the Hudson
Hudson walk
For the love of god
When I look at you
Alabama innocence
Split in two
It’s true
Welcome to the wonder world
Honored guest
Easy on the alcohol
Mom knows best I guess
When we blame the river
Or the monuments
We forgive the sinner
And the common sense again
For the love of god
Looking for the light
Alabama innocence
Sitting tight alright
Walk on the Hudson
Hudson walk
Walk on the Hudson
Hudson walk
For the love of god
Will we ever learn?
No one leaves the party
‘til the vote’s returned
So burned
Sober
Walk on the Hudson
Hudson walk
Walk on the Hudson
Hudson walk
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The Pop Machine
Omg ....
Everybody working on stuff
That doesn’t matter
And all lives scatter
In the dust
And didn’t that leave a mark?
And maybe make a spark
Marvel Universe after dark
And Pavlov’s dogs get in line
And make a point to bark
The pop machine
Ask what more do you need to see?
Bombs to believe
Omg...
So make a mistake
And head where you didn’t wanna be
And then try to connect
What you didn’t wanna see
To what you believe
The DACA referee
All the rappers lovin’ Santa Claus
Brisket in the bathroom stalls
Here’s the tooth fairy
Earth overshoot
Thank you Mars
A Brooklyn canner
Makes a dent
In the redemption stars
The pop machine
The pop machine
Omg...
The bitter pill
Of a thousand stars
Burning in the sky
The twilight fires
And the after hours
Breathe in breathe out
The iron lung of lust
And color bars
Take your wasted vote
And please and thank you
Please and thank you Mars
Thank you all
The pop machine
Ask what more do you need
To see?
Bombs to believe
The pop machine
The pop machine
Ask what more do you need
To see?
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LA Continental
05:06
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LA Continental
Let’s call me out
Let’s call me out
I’m waiting for the hazing
Homeless on my own
Lay down Dreamtown, LA
Frescos cardboard café
Day camp, off-ramp SRO
Kneepads for nomads on the go
Time flies for Best Buys and I know
Broken Windows cash mementos
Raise the roof downtown
Wash the wasteland shelter bandstand
What goes up comes down
Sleeping sidewalks, riverbeds
‘Living Under Freeways Ahead’
Car parks and campers full of doubt
Let’s call me out
Tents and lean-tos, bivouac pews
Liberty on loan
Canyon hillsides, no more free rides
Markets ride alone
No more waiting for the hazing
Homeless on our own
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Share the World
Sever the mind sever the mind
Ever in a backtrack era
Leave me behind to be kind
A world no better
In a world no better
Let it drop Sugar pop
Bend to the beat
Of the super cop
Fresco change-o
Bottled water Drano
Edging with the ocean
In disposable devotion
I’m gonna share the world
For a selfish reason
I’m gonna share the world
To stop this treason
I’m gonna share the world
Despite all reason
I’m gonna share the world
In a broken season
I’m gonna share the world
Share the world
I’m gonna share the world
Share the world
Behave your instincts
In the heat sinks
Battle at the chat room level
Peak human flowing in bars
Microwave music
And the home grown devil
The landscape of cars
And follow the leader
Obsessed weekly reader
Bring the balance you bought
The blankness of thought
Balsamic character elegy
Fuck you foodies, eat me
And filter your meal pics hate
With dying breath click-bait
Embed the click bait
Let it drop Sugar pop
Bend to the beat
Of the super cop
Fresco change-o
Bottled water Drano
Edging with the ocean
In disposable devotion
Prove it once, just once
Or maybe twice
Stand your ground in mid-America
With the exit eyes
Fuckin' fly high
Look me in the eye
Tell me that the kids matter more
Than a drive-by watch ‘em die
Share the world
Share the world
Share the world
Share the world
I’m gonna share the world
For a selfish reason
I’m gonna share the world
To stop this treason
I’m gonna share the world
Despite all reason
I’m gonna share the world
In a broken season
I’m gonna share the world
Share the world
I’m gonna share the world
Share the world
Prove it once, just once
Or maybe twice
Stand your ground in mid-America
With the exit eyes
Fuckin' fly high
Look me in the eye
Tell me that the kids matter more
Than a drive-by watch ‘em die
Share the world
Share the world
Share the world
Share the world
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Mikel Rouse New York, New York
Mikel Rouse is a New York-based composer, director, performer and recording artist hailed as “a composer many believe to be the best of his generation.” (NY Times 2002) His works include 25 records, 7 films (including Funding and Music For Minorities), and a trilogy of media operas: Failing Kansas, Dennis Cleveland and The End Of Cinematics. ... more
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