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Time now for a tale a thousand years old,
But still not quite the one you've been told,
So children gather round to hear it told the right way!
Christmas Eve a dark and stormy night,
Santa and his reindeer cannot fly,
Without the help of someone,
But Rudolf wasn't her name ...
Look at who was not looking
For noses that are not brown.
Now look what your forecast's cooking,
A black cloud is coming to town...
The reason you're all milk & cookies
and never a thorny crown
is it doesn't matter which Dr. Seuss sits on the shelf
when the gospel says "Fend for yourself"
everywhere else.
Cry of Cassandra in the night,
knowing two wrongs can't make it right.
Now I wasn't born here to comfort or cajole,
just ask why the entire north pole
never told you so.
Cry of Cassandra in the night,
knowing that something can't be right.
When the lesson with any learning curve
is the same one as getting what you deserve,
and takes as many times as it takes to learn:
There's no prize in the race for first,
worth the fire that makes us thirst,
for the garbage we're convinced we need the most.
And in the words of the holiest ghost,
"Life's just a crossword for the blind:
You're not supposed to get it right, or even try;
'cuz money might buy you love but it can't buy us time"
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A. On Public Transportation
There are ways of getting to the other side of the line
dotted, or dial tone It's only important to remember
where you're going, to help keep up with
the parade of options available - in
pink screens and black-scrawl
unchecked and unvaporized,
unquestioning of the will of the masses;
to go forward sufficiently groomed wonder in the interim,
whethered or not -- whethered or not that we met
the parade in the total agreement
B. Hic Sunt Dracones, I. Sirens in the Woods (instrumental)
C. Hic Sunt Dracones, II. 1 Thing (I Guess it All Depends...)
There's just one thing that I can't get over
And that's the chip taken from my shoulder
How every Christmas I get one year older
Yet the need to see you only gets colder
And if you still think offense is the only best defense,
Like however lightning strikes, I guess it all depends.
Like how you catch the light, or ships sail at night,
Like however lightning strikes, I guess it all depends.
And it can't be -- that the way we used to see each other was a sheen
Of candid conversations and midnight starbucks offers just to meet
But the light of day is never actually what they see
never what they see--
aaaaaaaaaand just like any magic trick it's a flick of the wrist
And to everyone who doubted -- watch this suck session plot twist
Can’t y’all even tell that we’re hanging off the precipice
Fuck your gold and frankensence
When it's whiter than a picket fence
Greatness is synonymous with nothing in the present tense
From Mein Kempf to Common Sense
Here it is, ladies and gents
If offense is still the best defense
Are we still friends? Guess it depends...
And if you still think the means can justify the ends,
Like a needle through a camel's eye, I guess it all depends.
Like how ships pray for lightning just to bide the night,
Like stringing christmas lights, I guess it all depends
D. Hic Sunt Dracones III. Escapist's Finale/Safe Enough
This was the noblest Reindeer of them all:
All the conspirators save only she
Did that they did in envy of great Santa;
She only, in a general honest thought
And common good to all, made one of them.
Hers was a gentle life and the elements
So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up
And say to all the world 'This was a man!'
But this was NO man...
Safe enough, are you safe enough?
Safe enough, are you safe enough?
E. A Cry of Cassandra
Cry, cry of Cassandra
in the night
Cry of Cassandra
in the night
Cry of Cassandra...
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It must suck being you
when you spit up more than you could hope to chew.
And I guess you could say it goes to show
that you should have listened when I told you so.
You can't be blamed for a life lived as a leach,
yours was always a pond too small to not shit where you eat.
You play that victim card like a bitch trapped in a cage,
But the thing about dogs is how well they age with grace...
And I'd rather drown than be like you
And come so short of all I dreamed to do --
But at least from over here, I can't say I hate the view?
No, I can't hate the view...
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Strike Fear
02:52
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I strike fear in the ones I love
Just to see the kind of stuff they are made of
I strike fear in the hearts of friends
And if you're not careful I might do it again
I strike fear in my enemies
When they refuse to do exactly as I please
I strike fear in the heart of destiny
And exacerbate the effects of my social entropy
I try to hold tight, yes I try to hold tight to the goodwill I have spent
I break bread with strangers lost
You never know what a worthwhile ally costs
I break bread for the government
Cuz a dollar wasted is as good as a dollar spent
I take time to investigate
The time it takes to reach a thousand centigrade
I strike fear in my enemies
When they refuse to do exactly as I please
I strike fear in the heart of destiny
And exacerbate the effects of my social entropy
And I strike fear in my acquaintances
Just to find out what, just to find out what my reputation really is
And in the land of the idiot-blind the suicide is king
For a day until someone else describes what they see
Just as persuasively
I strike fear in the ones I love
Just to see the kind of stuff they are made of
I strike fear in the hearts of friends
And if you're not careful I might do it again
Just to find out what, just to find out what the fragrance is
Of holding on tight, yes holding on tight to the goodwill I have spent
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Oh what a heavenly creation!
(that) brings me direct, select to you..
doesn't need no perfect-ations!
doesn't need to be confused!
suffer from any degredation!
any manner of abuse!
Oh what a heavenly creation!
That brings me straight to you!
A new cape canaveral (international) space! stay-!tion!
My ambulance, my parachute!
Wish that every temptation,
could be put to some greater use?
So far a spark from a Saturn star...
And it behoves me to notice,
All of the things I contain without you...
And at the expense of my focus,
to get where I'm supposed to.
I still get where I'm supposed to...
If you need a friendly connect-ation,
I guess I cannot refuse?
If you want out of obfuscation,
Better get rid of that excuse.
Streaming Maglev around my temples,
Straight up into the sky,
There's no need for a Duopolis,
If I can occupy your mind.
Lack ten for that self control,
teammates on the honor roll.
Grab the camera phone patrol,
A hex upon a parent's soul.
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And if you need a place to drain
Just look at the mailbox and don’t refrain
Cuz' every light-rider feel the shame
Of making every day the same
In such a way the heartbeats triple
Would that it were so simple
Would that it were oh so simple...
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Nobody cares about the days after Christmas,
Except for me and you.
And everybody needs someone they can rely on,
To see them the holidays through.
All these sales and bargains I simply can't ignore
I've been shopping since Thanksgiving so why not shop a little more
‘Cause nobody cares about the days after Christmas,
Except for an indignant few
Who appreciate the calm before the storm of the New Year,
To cross off the list of their to-dos.
There’s bound to be some new Star Wars movie we can see
Or what shouldn’t win an Oscar but will end up with nineteen
Because nobody cares!…
So from my less than picture perfect family to yours
For every hallucination on our front lawns and our stores—
Please think of the needs of others if you need something to do
and Here’s to starting over between everyone and you.
Because nobody,
Nobody and no one...
Yes, nobody cares about the days after Christmas,
Except for muslims, atheists, and Jews
And poor uptights who insist way all say “Merry Christmas”
Without other holidays confused!
To the point where no one’s even all that grateful, just bemused.
Anyway, Happy Saturnalia from Matt DeMello & the Significant Looks!
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United forever in friendship and labour
Our shared sense of respect will ever endure
The way that I love you will live through the ages
The dream of a neighborhood, our pronouns secure
Long live our bodies' cozy vibes
By combining all our leisure time
Long live our families, so chosen and free
Strong in our friendships, tried by fire
Long may our solidarity inspire
Shining in glory for the whole world to see
We fight for the future, destroy all investors
And bring to our home towns the laurels of same
Our glory will live in the memory of nations
And all generations will honor our name...
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Matt DeMello Peekskill, New York
(He/they).
An inner-ear drum secret filmmaker since 2002. Everyone's welcome! Survivors rewarded...
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