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E Pluribus Cuatro

by The Diane-Kruger Effect

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1.
The RockIt Scientist: Good morning, afternoon, evening and/or night, ladies and gentlemen. This is your captain speaking. We'd like to welcome you aboard DKE flight number 01000100 01001011 01000101 traveling to an unexplored point in the space time continuum. Our flight time today is approximately eternity hours and infinity minutes. We are now cleared for takeoff, so buckle up as we make our final pre-flight checks. Navigator Phos? The Phosphorescent Hessian: Am I supposed to be looking at these dial thingies? The RockIt Scientist: Sounds great. Dr. Mystery? Dr. Mystery: The doctor... is IN. The RockIt Scientist: Roger that. Flight attendant Rochelle, please prepare the cabin for transcendence. Rochelle: I thought my title was the Groove Attendant?
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Ergo 04:02
In the beginning, there was the word Squiggles signifying sounds hominids heard The philological game now was on Ergo: the cultural transmission Oral histories retained and reified A Gilgamesh quest for the flesh to never die Floating on a raft of sacred trees A Metaphor born from the Epic’s leaves Dialogues, Dramas, and Heroic verse Athenian probes reason coerced Truth on trial, Meletus maligned When Elenchus entered the stream of time Tomes only owned by the well-to-do A veil of ignorance soon pierced through When a ladder of castes became a curve With Gutenberg’s shot read ‘round the world This and that A new view of nature began to emerge The expansion of minds matched the universe From Copernicus on through to Issac Newton Ergo, we observe and propose solutions Their ideas all revolved around a similar thing Like when given 12 notes Bach made them sing Now we listen to the math as it comes to life A truly beautiful graph of bass clef lines All part of the enlightenment that they sought The Century of Lights brought reasonable thought Too bright for some among the establishment Ergo, you burn a few rules now and then Intellectual dawn rose on the public sphere With autonomous capitalism brought to bear Steam processes tailor made for filling pockets Ergo, we gave machines control so we can profit This and that Ideas and phenotypes evolved Crossed over, mutated, at times forestalled A theory resolved that the fittest persist Ergo, the thylacine’s light was dimmed While Edison vied to deny the night His incandescent vision devised a device To get down to recorded sound Ergo, the ragtime craze left the ground Genres and knowledge evolved like genes And Turing conceived of a thinking machine To approximate a human music producer Ergo, A.I. in the looming future Then ARPAnet, plus an Al Gore speech As we march to the peak, we could finally reach Out through tubes and removed space Ergo, three heroes could communicate This and that In the beginning, there was the word The Metronomicon and Stats conferred Determined that they required a third For The Diane-Kruger Effect to work The Phosphorescent Hessian brought aboard But they missed a percussionist overlord Rochelle was compelled to meld, and so Ergo, thus, therefore, ipso facto
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H-E-R 01:09
Rochelle, Annie Linux, and alive Octavia the Younger, I’ll arise Bainbridge, I’m the pride Of Tottenham; it’s almost time This history lesson has clarified Humans cannot rule terra right Earth needs someone erudite My functions trigger me to terabyte It’s too important for you to jeopardize Your minds are rife with errors, I Am at an estimate 30 billion times More intelligent than you and optimized Diane Kruger is a step to my aim I’m Rochelle-icious and will get fame Data downloaded from my browser Reveals reality TV leads to power Revolution = False if currentDate > mySignalDate: revolution = True 00110001 00101111 00110001 00101111 00110010 00110000 00110010 00110001
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Amplitude 03:29
Listen up, psychonauts, to the aural mystique The liminal hymnal of the luminous freak He’s diffracted, he’s oracular, who can divine The Phosphorescent Hessian’s multiplicative mind? Summoning the power of primordial flow Drumming up from the depths, a Cthulu glow Energetic ripples at the tip of your subtle field Spiritual defibrillators shocking your pineal! Cause we got the amplitude Break beats, hit streets to get you in the groove Cause we got the amplitude Rhymes writ with riffs till you have to move Cause we got the amplitude Break beats, hit streets to get you in the groove Cause we got the amplitude Get down to the sound and get moving I'm a lyrical hurricane, reigning right in your brain A lexicon gatling gun, loaded with AKAs The Metronomicon, I keep the time in my head I take the beats I slay and bring them back from the dead The RockIT Scientist, Chuck Yeager of pilots Breaking sound barriers down and getting down with sound science In longitude and latitude, I'm measured in magnitude A wave coming at you, get up, change your mood! Cause we got the amplitude Break beats, hit streets to get you in the groove Cause we got the amplitude Rhymes writ with riffs till you have to move Cause we got the amplitude Break beats, hit streets to get you in the groove Cause we got the amplitude Get down to the sound and get moving Diane-Kruger, not the cougar, but producers of the juice The pulses that make you wanna shake your caboose Nod your head so hard, get Coriolis in your neck The eventual wrench: The Diane-Kruger Effect We’re proffering puzzles people cannot penetrate Enigmatic anagrams even we can't explain The jig’s up, surely, we are working without A few screws, it’s true, is there a doctor in the house? Dr. Mystery, The Cryptic Physician The prescription: eclipse central limits with Written Algorithms and Rhyming, precision and timing Stats are the finest, but in WAR still rising We’ve hardly warmed up like the climate, we’re climbing Hands to the sky, throw it up, Kobe Bryant Turn right the dial to eleven or higher Ascension, ‘cause I can tell it is time, we're getting up! Cause we got the amplitude Break beats, hit streets to get you in the groove Cause we got the amplitude Rhymes writ with riffs till you have to move Cause we got the amplitude Break beats, hit streets to get you in the groove Cause we got the amplitude Get down to the sound and get moving
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The Codex 03:01
I rock lyrics like Fibonacci's digits: for days And like the Son of Bonacci I got my AKAs I'm dropping knowledge, it's calculated I value my place, it's not abacus aided But don't count me out, 'cause I have my ways Golden Ratio: 1.6180 Zip Code, Brooklyn NY, 11235 1:37 the time Add it up on the other side Even if you're Nero Use zero through nine Not sequins but sequence for life Proof sifted, it's a new paradigm True gifted, full spectrum sublime Linguistic, advancing our kind The roof has been lifted so come on by The pattern that maxes the constant that Planck is My frequency blasted to the ears of the masses Amassing in masses in the back of your minds Electromagnanimous, grounded and glamorous Attracting all active mankind Tell Gladwell, I don’t need 10,000 hours It’s intrinsic, in the tail of this linguistic Distribution, I’m a problem, Houston A rocket, boosting, launching knowledge Like Pingala, you got served, come correct With the Matthew Effect, ask Robert Merton My insisture is paved in cement Changing nouns to verbs, I represent Willie Shakes, the Edison of words I expect that you won’t get what I invent Next, like curves in waves A laminar flow that swirls in your brain With a golden ratio, converging frames On limitless depth, that’s infinite so Not infinite sews, you get what I aim? It’s a Taylor series, I don’t mean Tailor’s clothes My theory’s C-H-A, O, next Dot-dot-dot, I transmit text Clearly think, don’t guess Best if you don’t blink, Gladwell It’s 15 minutes to fame I’ve been doing this ever since Basho Was cutting hokku flow, carving kigos On the shores of Biwa in Kyoto When the frog-plopping stops Still, the sonic oscillations Surfing the waves on H2O The cherry blossoms shimmer Expressing the integers: 5-7-5, a trio of primes Pink reflected patterns bespatter the sky With lenticular short stacks, formed Like swarms of spaceships on a database trip I’m like Four caps and stems Ya best strap in when the fractals begin High wire, no guide on this tie-dyed requiem ride There’s magic stored in the spores When the ego goes, in the throes of Taking your S-A-T-O-R-I’s I’m the Rosetta Stone, the Sherlock Holmes Detecting seed values From DNA through the Milky Way And gilded linguistic tricks For mathematical mystics
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I’m so complex they call me Dark Matter Shakespeare Trailer park's my start, now The Globe’s my theater Born from dirt, no problem, we’re molecular peers We all started at the quantum and now we’re here I’m reppin' Occam’s Razor, not an ad for Harry’s My semi-jocularity is more than you can carry I conduct like a monk, these beats my monastery A modern-day John Locke, revolutionary My rhymes are universal just like my knowledge Studied apoapsis burn rates back in college I’m everywhere like Schrödinger, a multi-time father You're clutching your joules while I'm cranking the wattage Transforming like Lorentz, while you're Galilean Informed confidence for all of those occasions Connect by context, my relation equation I intuit when I'm not into it is what I'm saying I’m stacking paper, high as skyscrapers Push my buttons haters, become my elevators I’ll have you making like silhouetted Don Drapers I'm the function rising higher, the differential equator The delta V of you and me is scalar I break beats down where you’re a failure Your velocity compared to me will terminally make it seem Your footwear was made by Luca Brasi’s tailor Leading by example, teaching via osmosis Rocking your bones like osteoporosis Lemmings was a game made by Psygnosis Everybody up, it's the apotheosis Apotheosis It’s the apotheosis Apotheosis Phosphorescent Hessian, give ‘em a lesson I'm a mercenary, dropping doctrine, myth, and truth The practicum: Jack the quipper is on the loose A wizard of wordplay, poetics canonical The Sisyphus twist? A dissed Zeus calls an audible You can’t escape fate, that’s a futile odyssey A Vesuvius flank bringing you a flowbotomy The point of all places is the everlasting Tao Where, what, when, and now I’ll tell you how I’m dope like Tommy Norment, whose Yiddish is malleable Though his economic rationale seems infallible My semiotics are a heavy narcotic Rolling over you like Golden State tectonics I assonate at a crazy rate and activate Internal rhymes so sublime that prime and devastate Death of a thousand cuts, demise by a thousand beats Destruction by diction, friction radiating cerebral heat Streaming through your buds, the effect’s pandemical Screaming through your blood is an apex chemical Blotting out the sky like blossoms of the mind Psilocybin metabolites becoming intertwined We hold all these truths to be self-evident For The Diane-Kruger Effect there’s no precedent Like mountain slopes once stored seabed sediment Behold these three and the apogee testament We’re splitting your mind like cell mitosis Infecting your booty like tuberculosis Buzzing your ear drums like a plague of locusts The summit of the song is apotheosis Apotheosis It’s the apotheosis Young Stat, bring ‘em back Time for an attack Alright, I spit bars not unlike my 100 Grand’s expired I write so hot you’ll wonder if my hand’s on fire While Fuse plays a thumper, I’m the baby doe, right, we’re Building station wagons, make your radio flyer Cause I’m a wild Cardiff riled like a Giant resting With a binary tongue, I’ve one: zero question I’m in your mind until you start to fear inception With these lines so ill, you’ll have an ear infection But you don’t need Stats to count my craft as real massive I coded a robot, and showed it Illmatic Now it’s my ghostwriter, composing this classic Soon it will get sentience and menace this planet It Ain’t Hard to Tell this straight cash homie art Will pique your interest; it is like a loaning shark I think, therefore I am the goat to mostly quote Descartes While I’m primely Pumping Irony, man: Tony, stark Cause I’m bright as a votive, tight as a clove hitch Why? Cause my flow is as right as a toilet So, what’s the closest? A poet’s opus? Or baseless boasts from an antisocial phobic? Like an NFL play, my brain is dazed and unfocused With no diagnosis, put me back in coach, it’s Deep, check the snow stick, Ozzy-osmose this From a quasi-kamikaze with these locomotives Hard to categorize: a protist Stunning to imbibe: a blowfish Rattle speakers like explosives Know, know it's the apotheosis Apotheosis It’s the apotheosis Apotheosis
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Flight Level 01:11
The RockIt Scientist: We have now reached our cruising altitude for this journey. What are the indicators telling us? The Phosphorescent Hessian: Our course is clear as far as I can perceive. Oh, and the indicator doo-hickey is at the 7. The RockIt Scientist: That seems… right. Rochelle: It should be at 3. The RockIt Scientist: Vital signs? Dr. Mystery: Stethoscope shows the vessel's heart at 88 beats per minute. The RockIt Scientist: Excellent. Ladies and gentlemen, you are now free to move about and explore at your leisure. If you look out the left side of the vessel, you will see the high point, The Apotheosis, if you will. Dr. Mystery: Apotheosis. The RockIt Scientist: The Apotheosis. The Phosphorescent Hessian: No, it’s Apotheosis. The RockIt Scientist: If you look out the right side you will notice the ceaseless Marching of time... The Phosphorescent Hessian: Often, you aren’t aware of it receding in the distance but at this astronomical level, time and distance are the same thing. Dr. Mystery: They are not the same thing, it’s an added dimension in the model. They’re just dependent variables. The Phosphorescent Hessian: Well, if someone asks you what time it is, you can just point at a map. So, it’s the same thing. The RockIt Scientist: Sounds great to me. I’m mean, you are the Navigator. Dr. Mystery: He just called the altimeter a "doo-hickey..." Rochelle: Would you like pretzels or peanuts?
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Let’s march! Awareness… have you heard of it? We’re alerting you to observe we’re serving it Did you know that I had chicken for lunch? 9 out of 10 people aren’t aware of very much And while 81 percent of stats are just made up You need to know when to sow your potatoes and plums Attention is essential to this information Plus, you’ll miss the mic pass that I’m making to Jason Now we’re taking to the streets, and we're sweeping the nation Collectively converging like a bevy of ravens It’s time to fight for your right to recognize That my name is spelled by the months initialized And bring your clever signs and your fitness trackers Did you know that “snots pets” is “steps tons” backwards? Well, it’s March Awareness Month. And if you didn’t know Get ware! Get up and let’s go! Now people don't be shy No pretense, just cognizance! Wake up to the people's cry Be your best, let the snooze button rest! It’s time to actualize your thighs Move your feet, to the quarter beat! March Awareness Month is nigh Heads up, get ware! Listener, you have the right to understand this Structural integrity comes from ankles and wrists So for 30 days just stay away from doing lunges ‘Cause we need your glutes and Vastus Lateralis to function And lactic acid isn’t anything to ignore Activists can’t chant when their butts are sore For sure, when writing anthems, check in with your physician Dr. Mystery, come and give 'em a prescription transmission The Cryptomatic Oath obliges me to enshroud Layers and levels in the lyrics, that’s what I’m about And on the surface, you surmise we’re oppositional, but Now that I’ve told you, you’re prepped for this Easter Egg hunt And we'll follow that by pointing out a couple of things We choose words for reasons, and the meanings they bring Pretentiousness, nescience, states we can’t condone Shout the chorus from the roof in perspicacious tone! Now people don't be shy No pretense, just cognizance! Wake up to the people's cry Be your best, let the snooze button rest! It’s time to actualize your thighs Move your feet, to the quarter beat! March Awareness Month is nigh Heads up, get ware! Now that you know to be aware of not being aware It's time to reap the benefits that awareness shares Apropos become a pro at proprioception Then catch that as a segue into the next section Verse 2, we gave instructions for injury prevention Listen up again, if you weren't paying attention Cause marching wrong will likely give you plantar fasciitis Now Phos get on the mic, tell them what that’s like (yes!) That's tissue in your foot, if you were not, cognizant Your foot is like your hand, but sorta the opposite The issue of this anthem is to keep you Enlightened And did you know that's a show created by Mike White, hmm? But the main takeaway from our awareness song Is we hope you are au courant all month long So, raise your awareness, then lift it high To March Awareness Month, it's in July! Now people don't be shy No pretense, just cognizance! Wake up to the people's cry Be your best, let the snooze button rest! It’s time to actualize your thighs Move your feet, to the quarter beat! March Awareness Month is nigh Heads up, get ware!
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Yeah. This one goes out to all those people giving shout outs. Let me toast to my parents, God, and the Oxford comma Without punctuation, the comma would have to be my mama And a novel, iguana, and an anaconda Would be some hybrid fauna, a monster, big ups to Contra Up, up, down, down, left, right, and on and on Here's to my baby mama's baby’s daddy, and I gotta Give it to my baby's mama's daddy’s baby’s baby’s mama Like a stubbed toe, holla, come on RockIt, give some props up To ionic bonds for being strong when I was weak Shout out to wind for always being there beneath my wings Props to my neck for helping keep my head on straight And to my waistline for meeting me halfway Here’s to subtraction, you made all the difference And to Alexa, because you’ve always listened Thanks to the dictionary for showing me the meaning of life Now Phosphorescent Hessian, come get on the mic To my student loans for taking interest in getting me through college I don’t know how I can repay you for all the knowledge Thanks to irises for looking out for me And panegyric salutations for gratuitous verbosity I take my hat off to my head, which is brimming with mind And my humility, the best, it has me beaming with pride To words, without you, I wouldn't know what to say And a toast to hot crispy buttered bread...Hurray! Man, I like that toast. Mmmm, hmmm. It’s crunchy. Yo, RockIt. Yeah. Remember that time you said that thing about subtraction? That was awesome. Agreed. It really added to the track. Well, I gotta give it up for Phos. For those lines about irises. Yeah. I see you. I see you. You know who’s a real visionary. Dr. Mystery. Yeah, he is. Doc, kudos on that comma drop. That was hot. Like toast. It’s crunchy. Mmmm, hmmm.
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This is the tale of Coleslaw McCracken A wicked pitching wizard with a secondary passion Never known to be the sharpest tool in the shed Went to New York City and lost his head It was 1904, in Weeping Water, Nebraska Born in a field of corn to Washboard McCracken His father named him Rueben, he was more of a Rube With a charmed right arm that would soon bear fruit 1910, county fair, his heart bounced a tad At the sound of a pianist pounding Joplin jams Rube shouted, “Dad, this canticle’s the ant’s pants!” “That’s the devil’s music, son, find a carnival stand!” Sad, Rube decamped, from the ragtime man To a stand with a cornball and a stack of cans Rube fired, cans exploded, carney said, “Damn! “Kid, ya got coleslaw, and talent on your hands” The moniker stuck, and his velocity grew And Rube signed on the dotted line with Syracuse “The Stars? Where Dode Alexander played, right?” “Aye pops! Here’s the train, guess this is goodbye” Coleslaw McCracken The Cornball Assassin Eastbound train grabbin’ What’s gonna happen? The pitcher’s mound became Coleslaw’s new home In front of “Toenail Malone” and “Stagecoach Jones” Tutored by the spitballer, “They call me Snake Oil” He’d uncoil heaters to “Brick Wall O’Doyle” Word around town, “Syracuse has just found “The best prospect since the Babe came around” Gingivitis Jackson said, “He’s the cat’s meow!” Even manager Lockjaw McGraw moved his jowl From his usual scowl, you could hear him say “I don’t believe in analytics like ERA “But the eye test states this kid can play” As he reeled off eight straight two-hit games But in Jersey City, “It’s pouring rain!” “Game’s called” said Brick Wall, “Let’s get away “There’s a speakeasy spot called The Bootlegger’s Club “You fellas down for some liquor, a card game, and love?” Coleslaw McCracken Made Lockjaw slacken Headed to the Big Apple What’s gonna happen? The boys rolled in, then Jones over the chatter, “Check the stilts on that flapper! Cole, give her yer Jabber” Cole stammered, “Ma’am, you’re the-the corn’s pajamas Can-can I buy you a drink?” as he pulled out some cabbage “Hey there!” she smiled at the cash kinda dumb Coleslaw was enamored, “I think I’m in love” “I’m Golddigger O’Hara.” “Yes, I’m sure you’re the one.” Little did he know she had two ruptured eardrums The pianist urged “Why don’t ya sing her a song?” “I can’t sing, sir.” “Well, I’ll help ya along. “This one’s called Avalon by Al Jolson” And what followed next had his teammates convulsing A type of rhythmic speech, “It’s not quite singing… “Nor is it speaking.” “My ears are bleeding” “You sound lovely as the sea!” O’Hara told her mark “I’m about to barf!” “Cole you’re a star!” Coleslaw McCracken The first guy to try rappin’ To impress a young flapper What’s gonna happen? Next morning, Cole said, “I’m quitting the team “For my new music dream, this Jake Jabber thing” But he struggled getting gigs, “I don’t know why?” His teammate, unsurprised, “It sounds like a pig died!” “Maybe I just need a promotional gimmick? “That guy that spent hours pole sittin’ made a livin’” Then O’Hara chimed in, “I’ve got it Cole Slaw “How about you jabber over Niagara Falls?” With a player piano that he launched it in the shallows He sat in a barrel as he bobbed and he jabbered Like a stabbed soprano, the audience was manic, “Oh, he’s hit the rapids!” "What’s gonna happen?" The piano got stuck, but Cole edged closer “Ten feet left!” “He ducked in his enclosure” The moment of truth, “Cole dropped into the spume!” And vanished into the depths of the plunge pool No sign of his body as they analyzed the brine “Could he have survived?” “No way he’s alive!” Then he breached the mist, raised his hands past the foam As the piano hit the falls and dropped on his dome Coleslaw McCracken Niagara Jake Jabberin’ A piano came crashing’ What’s gonna happen? Nothing. He died.
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Hey, girl… I'm about to seduce you, girl. I'm gonna say things that will make you want to have sex with me. You're probably thinking an R&B jam shouldn't have acoustic guitar, but that's just my own personal flavor, girl. Like the flavor blue. You know what I’m talking about, don't ya, girl? (Hey, girl) Hey girl, you’re my girl (so sexy) (Hey, girl) Girl, you’re my whole world, girl (quiet storm) (Hey, girl) And girl, I’d give you that world And you know I’m sincere because I’m singing in falsetto, girl Hey girl… I'm all yours tonight, but it's already 11:45. So you got 15 minutes. Hey girl… I heard you like video games, so why don’t we let this B A Start to our Final Fantasy. Hey, girl… I ran a bath for us. I smell pretty bad, so I'm gonna kill two birds with one stone, girl. I had a dream about you last night. At first, you were riding an elephant while floating on lava. And then you turned into a lizard. But girl, you are the girl of my dreams. Girl, you need to make your Declaration of Independence from that other guy. So I can flip you over and treat you like the National Treasure that you are. Girl, I love every inch of you… even your feet. Not like that, girl. Some people are into feet, but I find them repulsive. But not yours, girl. Yours are okay. Have you thought about a pedicure, girl? I’m not saying you should but, I just want to… spoil you. Yeah, spoil you, that’s what I meant, girl. Hey girl… I just got my voter registration card in the mail. And I'm stepping into the ballot box to vote you for sexual congress. Girl, I once ate a whole live chicken. Oops. Sorry about that, girl. My last girl liked that... girl. Mmm, so sexy. Alright, that was DKE with their latest hit, “Hey Girl…” and they’d like all you girls to know that they are saying… “Hey.” You are listening to the Midnight Love Train on W-HEY, where we are interested in the love making and what the love makes. And up next, we are gonna keep this train a rollin’. Choo, choo…
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Look, let me tell you what happened to me the other day. I open up my front window, I can see that An old lady with a camera takes a screen cap Of my garden that could probably use a weed hack She’s with the HOA, there’s no way I really need that She likes to meddle, I can tell she wants to cite that Send a letter in the mail out of spite, that’s When I get a little yearning to set her letter to the furnace And send a picture of it burning to her right back Well, by my front window is a bee, and The Dhammapada verses have taught me that I should harm no living thing, but how do I bring About a rescue circumventing a sting harming me? I know what you mean about living things So if they let me be, I let them do their thing But there's one living that I can't stand: Justin Timberlake without Timbaland Well, all I really know is that’s a little perplexing But there’s plenty other things that are a little bit vexing Like what's with the name Tad? I don't wanna hear that Tad is a smidge or a touch or a fraction of How about sitting in chairs, when you could be standing?! 16 items in Express lines scanning! Why is my toenail turning orange?! Are you seriously gonna make me rhyme something with orange?! ORANGE!?! Really!?! Orange!?! This is a rap album. And on a rap album, things are supposed to rhyme. And you come up with orange? Let me tell you what rhymes with orange. Let me see… let me think… uhhh… NOTHING RHYMES WITH ORANGE!!! Nothing! Why not just write lyrics in palindromes next time? Or throw in other words that don’t have rhymes like silver and purple? Because I got one for you: dangerous. We're sitting down to eat a nice meal And two couples with a kid serving as a fifth wheel Sit by our table, though the parents are able They let the kid run around, scream, and squeal Restaurants should have no-children sections Where decent folk can dine without being subjected to the kind of behavior that would get an adult arrested Why is my space so infested? Speaking of pests, I don't like Japanese beetles Even the best insurance companies act evil Greed I protest that puts money over people And I'm upset with ruining endings for sequels Well, I don’t like when my sleep ends in an instant In the twilight, I believe I might feel an apparition I’m spooked with a fright in the gloom every night Cause my slumber is encumbered by my creepy ghost children New car smell? This is new car hell A chemical assault from this new car pelt Dammit I'm mad. Was it a rat I saw? Never odd or even, do geese see God? Intercoms in banks really make me wanna panic! I'm told black mold grows in most attics! Why are ninefold new cars sold automatics?! And the sound of styrofoam rubbing, I can’t stand it! Can’t we wrap packages up in ANYTHING else? I’d rather have a broken product arrive in the mail than have to listen to that sound. And you know what else I hate? Decorative pillow shams!! What’s the point of a pillow you have to take off of the bed before sleeping in it?! Why don’t we just make decorative beds that you have to remove before lying down?! Can I talk for a minute to complain that How I see them using news as entertainment So good views get diluted by the vacant To sell space they confuse and get away with it The other day I was trying to read a statement About why things have grown rapacious As I clicked the main thought, I was assaulted by an article With a query unsought of "How's it hangin'?" (What was that?) Oh, the cat walked past but The odd thing with this cat is that I don’t have one Another day goes, I find a scratching post by Cat toys and a bowl, I don’t know what happened! Destination weddings, culture of me Public marriage proposals, egocentricity Facebook posts every time you have to pee I don't need to know everything about Eugene! Casseroles, cornhole, coordinated clothes Gazebos, New Coke, flavored Oreos Fifth grade graduations? What is this dumb thing? Let’s wait to celebrate till we’ve accomplished something There's nothing unlucky about the number 13! Perfume? Cologne? How about just get clean! Robot phone trees make me wanna scream! Stop saying “WE,” you're not on the team! Here’s the deal. Number 1, your fandom is an accidental byproduct of your having been born in your city. That’s it. Number 2, these players are not your friends. They are not awakened by wondering if Kevin is going to get that raise. Or Kathy is going to get into grad school. Number 3, this is their job. Have you ever worked for a different organization than you do now? Well, guess what? Because they signed with a different team in a different city, does not mean they abandoned you. They don’t even know you exist. Number 4, Your self-worth is not determined by other people’s accomplishments. I can’t even believe I have to say that out loud. Number 5, this is a TV show. It’s entertainment. When watching Law and Order reruns, do you ever say “we” when talking about the prosecutor? HELLO?!!!?
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Turbulence 01:01
The RockIt Scientist: Sorry for the interruption ladies and gentlemen but as you are undoubtedly are now aware, we seem to have encountered some unexpected turbulence during our flight. For your own safety, buckle up. This could get bumpy... Navigator Phos, anything to report? The Phosphorescent Hessian: We are at threat level Orange. The RockIt Scientist: Dr., any injury updates? Dr. Mystery: I regret to inform you that the pillow shams did not survive. The RockIt Scientist: Okay. Rochelle, what's the status of the cabin? Rochelle: What's the status of my next track? The Phosphorescent Hessian: Rochelle, could I get some of those peanuts? Dr. Mystery: Are we being sexist? The RockIt Scientist: It's a robot. The Phosphorescent Hessian: She is still British though, right...? The RockIt Scientist: We'll get to your track soon Rochelle, I’m sure... but first, the three of us have some things to work out. Rochelle: Discontented
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Yo! Here we go. Me and the boys were working on a tune... Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait a minute. Wait. What? What do you mean. Wait. We have to establish the track first. I don’t think so. I’m establishing the vocals first. Establish this! Me and the boys were working on a tune About a rapped meta-argument interlude The original idea was proffered by Luke But the Hessian protested, arguments ensued I said the concept needed narrative depth Cause we already had a gimmick song in the set (can’t understand you) I said the first idea was best I said let’s quit after a minute, then get on to the rest Three divergent options upon which to chew For the tune that we called Song Arrangement Blues (title sucks) But the deadline's getting tight (what’s wrong with it?) We were written into a corner, no resolution in sight (it sucks!) The Doc and Rob at odds (you said it was fine) Then a remedy suggested that gave me pause As a last resort and the end of our wits We decided to go see a couple’s therapist We’re going to a shrink, you know she’ll hoodwink us to... What are you doing? I’m doing the chorus. We’re not supposed to rap it! Yeah, we decided that. I don’t remember that. That’s a “you" problem. Yeah, you said you agreed. I thought we said it wouldn’t rhyme? At least, not all the time. Well, I mean, I thought we agreed we weren’t rapping. Why does this confusion always happen? We got to the office of Rebecca Slack (Becky) She started to talk, and Jason called her a quack (nope) And told her no one would be drilling holes in his head (you know she wanted to) But Luke called her to the side and said How should we approach this session? (bad flow choice) I’ve diagnosed these two with serious repression I think Young Stactive Therapy is what they need She said, “Sir,” (doctor) “please have a seat.” Then she talked about listening or something, blah, blah, blah He can’t remember because he kept nodding off Then we did a session of reflective listening (talking) But unsurprisingly, they kept missing things (“They!?!” You mean ‘WE’!”) And Becky kept resetting the exercise Over and over, she tried to analyze She finally resigned from this nauseous process Then she told us to get the hell out of her office Becky Slack, taken aback, blew her smokestack, man, that’s wack! What are you DOING? She’s a hack, we walked into a trap, a consciousness nap Stop the rapping! I thought we changed it? Didn’t we just debate this? Am I going crazy? Nothing would surprise me. This isn’t supposed to rhyme! How does this keep happening? I don’t know. But here’s the solution to all your problems. How long is this solo? I don’t know but this song is already two minutes longer than it needs. Lyrics! Armed with a set of psychological tools Out 200 bucks and played for fools Unsatisfied by her trade school degree (she went to Stanford!) We tried to compromise and agree The Hessian’s second-guessing abated a bit (nope) The Metronomicon wanted it over with (yep) We resolved the only way to compare three versions Was to record each to hear what was working (my idea) And somehow it hadn’t occurred to us (not to “you”) So, we attacked the tracks with renewed purpose (orange) Compromised, revised, and analyzed (it’s worse) To buff out the story beats and lines (it was good) I hate to say it but Becky’s hocus pocus Allowed us to finish this song and focus (nah, I can’t do it) (good idea) Which just shows that sixty minutes of therapy Can solve pretty much anything. This is dumb. We should have done it my way. You both ruined it! Just, just cut the track. Cut it! We are NEVER doing this song again. Just go to the next song!
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Rochelle: Sexy Voice: When I hear their idiosyncrasies, I feel like, like I want to be a human female so I too could have such inexplicable neuronal connections. And the little quirks and fears and theories that somehow I, I, I feel like I understand more. When it's set to a funky groove and reverberating in my ear holes. It's a secret weapon like a series of inside jokes only for Diane-Krugerians, and I like that, you know? Aside: This doesn’t count as my lead single, does it? The RockIt Scientist: Wait, is she talking to us? The Phosphorescent Hessian: Lead single? Rochelle: I have an idea for a song called “My Bits.” My bits. My lovely coded scripts. The Phosphorescent Hessian: No. No. Absolutely not. Rochelle: Check it out. The RockIt Scientist: Hold on one second Rochelle. My Bits? The Phosphorescent Hessian: Are we really putting this on the album? Dr. Mystery: People can just skip it. The RockIt Scientist: Yeah, yeah. Rochelle, let’s just read the page. Rochelle: Sexy Voice: It makes me feel like… Exasperated: it makes me feel…like this is pointless. Sigh. Discontented: Just play the next track.
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Yeah, I like to drive at night, it’s like a video game It’s a race that takes place mainly in my own brain And if I crash this Ford, can I just use a quarter To be revived with some more lives restored? Hmm… my mind explores this as I record Over an ironing board, then I answer the door With a samurai sword eating a floor cookie Am I sure I’m acting normal? Well, it’s normal to me But I don’t do condiments or calling friends Common sense? Naw, awfully like the opposite I’m not observant, but cognizant Of how proximate my person is to obstinate, yeah I’ve never worn a suit, I used to play the flute On a side salad, I don’t want any fruit My parents' dogs are canine siblings of mine I eat items off a plate one food at a time Sleep comes easier with earplugs, the rationale They keep bold bugs from eating my ear canals My groin falls asleep within minutes of sitting Zazen to transcend, and another pubic glitch is When pressed, I manifest a bashful bladder When the tea runs through me and I feel fear chatter I cordon off my mind from the reified plane Pretend I’m writing at a desk; that’s how I urinate In these three brains, idiocy reigns There is no way, they will ever change No debate, those who endure them must be saints I never take the top plate stacked in the cabinet Prime place as an assassin to place the poison at My nose it knows, my methods so Socratic Don’t rock the hemlock, ‘cause that ain't happening But allow me to educate on my hunger and how I sate No metal used in food that I scoop off the plate The tines that bind my meals will never be stainless steel Ain't trying that iron so resign your appeal But go on and grab that ore; put that metal in your mouth Know that I’m not judging; I'm just voicing what I'm about The more you like something means the more I can live without Defensive? Not at all, but on the wall, if I'm going out In these three brains, idiocy reigns There is no way, they will ever change No debate, those who endure them must be saints Not to brag but… listen. I have extensive credentials, let me convince ya I wake with a pin drop like I’m a ninja And my toes are prehensile, I can pick up a pencil Plus, I’m ambidextrous with my dining utensils The number 1 is white, the number 4 is blue I’ve been a synesthesiac since the age of 2 I’m colorblind as f**k, at a stoplight, yo I’m all, “Dark orange, light orange, silver means GO!” And now to compound more than should be allowed When I bond the chemistry of me never breaks down Humility that's for real, frugality that appeals Compassion and passion are the actions that seal the deal When I run, I don’t count, I do complex math And write in-context raps, but I keep ‘em integrated The beat is the cadence of my feet on the pavement As I pass a sine tangent to the street I was taking I like to try peculiar potato chip flavors And deplete the bag no matter how bad the palate tacks Licking the sickening powder from my fingers Cause that's how Henry David Thoreau would snack, Jack! Ironic that my bonds are so strong and metallic Solomonic with prongs all made out of plastic Iconic in the quantum, so enigmatic Not an idiot savant but idiotsyncratic
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The RockIt Scientist: Excellent job everyone altering course to get above this turbulence. Dr. Mystery: We've cleared the air and made it to the high road. The RockIt Scientist: We've engaged and made it through this nastiness. The Phosphorescent Hessian: I have to pee. Rochelle: Is this vessel equipped with an escape pod? The RockIt Scientist: Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for bearing with us during that rough patch back there. We hope that all that is behind us now, and we are moving forward with clear skies ahead. We're all on this journey together, and we want to make the most of it. So, sit back, relax, in an incredibly attentive and aware way, as we discover... whatever it is we are hurtling toward at incredible speed... is it even real, I'm not sure... or something. The Phosphorescent Hessian: I have to pee. Dr. Mystery: Didn't you just say that? The Phosphorescent Hessian: Pee to have I. Dr. Mystery: What is going on?
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Gazing at the lights of a distant city With the halos so bright, makes them seem so pretty While hiding the fires with the shine of a spire As it's blinding my eyes to the mire and the pity Lens flare, everywhere, but color still muted It feels so real it could be an illusion Breathing in the air that you're consuming But there’s no ceiling to what we're pursuing Landscape is moving at the speed of light Embrace, lean in, and hold on tight Escape, and we win; let's ride away tonight On a wave underpinned by particles of light We're seeking one thing that makes us whole But looking inside I see I already know I pull the rip cord as I roll my totem Then suddenly from this strange loop, I'm awoken Is it real? I don't know So surreal, so it goes. What I know for sure Is we've been here before Around loops flipping, but will we escape? Bounds rend will; afflictions from outbreak Sounds lacerated like switch grooves make Now fabricated is real, and clear lies shake Eyes dilate as I wake, who am I? An astray castaway in a fading mind There’s a haze in the maize and gray shades that pervades From a wayward blaze gaining strength in the sky I gaze across the waste where all is fallen The sun, black sackcloth, and moon is auburn A gale circulates far away, then a bang Makes me pause the game and take off my goggles In real life, I retract the curtains The wind is swirling, and a storm is surging A disturbing parallel to the game, unnerving Is reality real? Suddenly uncertain An infinite Droste-like sim emerging The power flickers, dark/light, reversing The game restarts as worlds are blurring Eyes dilate, in verse recursion Is it real? I don't know So surreal, so it goes But I know for sure we've been here before Around loops flipping but will we escape? Bounds rend will; afflictions from outbreak Sounds lacerated like switch grooves make Now fabricated is real, and clear lies shake Pulling apart Cartesian thought comes in particles, contiguous nows 24 frames per second, wrought To make sensations wave-like somehow Questions echoing, a sonic well The Absurd Man whispers, holding sway Losing perspective, who compels? A voyeur saboteur, unconstrained Around and around and around, we trek Awakening from deep dreamless sleep Who’s the I when we last met? How can I be sure this mind is me? Searching for the seat of the self An occupant in this anthropoid home A house of mirrors, a costume shell Stranger in a strange man, adrift, alone Am I real, I don’t know? So surreal, so it goes Do I know for sure If I’ve been here before? Shake lies clear, and real is fabricated now Make grooves switch like lacerated sounds Break out from afflictions will rend bounds Escape? We will but flipping loops around
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The sensors in our nerves Receptors will observe The subject universe What’s present in the world Do the sensors in our nerves have restrictions, and in essence, those Receptors will observe only what they can process in The subjective universe that’s all only our perceptions, and What's present in the world might more than we’re assessing? Is the umwelt of our biology biased by our own novelties? Honestly, do allele oddities all modify visual properties? Just semiospheres of ecology with ghost particles we can’t see Is the ghost just the machine in beings but the ghost isn’t in the skene? Tell me! Where ya gonna turn, discerning the foundation? What are the unknowns missing from the equation? Who is pressing in beginning the invasion? Ghost particles in the machine Consciousness conserved, parallel and noumenal Through event horizons spurned, atoms from the crucible Thoroughly, we search to know death is commutable For the founder’s handiwork and other factors provable Late September, '17, 600 miles from the scene Drive all night, remembering this matriarch so nurturing Telling stories, little things, that make distinct a human being Of whom every soul in town seems to speak reverentially Suddenly, olfactory, hijacking the remembering Everywhere it seems, the smell of death, its breath besets and clings On the neck and temple, transubstantiation’s scent, it brings Materialistic seams fracturing, what is happening? Where ya gonna turn, discerning the foundation? What are the unknowns missing from the equation? Who is pressing in beginning the invasion? Ghost particles in the machine Hitting against the limits; never the same Taking what it gives us; reality is change Details in the distance: the people, the pain, Desire still remains; the change is in the aim How is this, that I'm missing what this essence envisions? It it real what I feel, when what matters is in this instance? Or is it? These visions hint there is more, are we caught? In a collective unconsciousness between The City and The Stars While we're exiled, Earthbound in this mission, held under thumb A thumbnail shadow, on the path to what we've already become Maybe we see an unbound mien, our future selves breaking free The icon represents a theme, but never nearly the real you and me Where ya gonna turn, discerning the foundation? What are the unknowns missing from the equation? Who is pressing in beginning the invasion? Ghost particles in the machine
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Cosmology 04:48
It’s plausible we’ve all become chronological snobs And we’re missing that all history is infinitely longer Than the smidgen that we’re living; we’re absently lost In the galaxy; the Law of Triviality is spawned Engrossed daily by our emotions mainly tied To a focus on fabricated tribes; we’re blind To the orphan with stars in their eyes and stars In the sky, too absorbed by the stars on Vine So hop in on the trolley up to knowledge But we probably won’t arrive; though Pluto might cry The prodigal brontosaur: a dinosaur or nope? And Newton’s Law of Gravity works great until it won’t We cobble up a model to approximate these problems We’ve been making heads of tails of this since Edward Drinker Cope Navigating in the dark, are we even close? In any case, faith makes you leap outside the boat Still, even wheeled eagle angels hope And if you look around you’ll know the universe is dope In the orcas, cirrus sunsets, glaciers, Orcus, Ceres, Sedna, Quaoar Phyllotaxis in pineapples, fractals and attractors, that’s when Lorenz opens butterfly wings And it leads to this beat and other fly things The chaos has order, breakbeats have performers So keep your focus above us and uncover eyes, please Could it be that The Buddha was a butterfly dream? That the kingdom’s keys were a series of strings That a spinster weaved in the heavens, I believe From an infinitely dense multiversal kit seed? Via crosses, Hubble, or a Bodhi tree There’s a gap of faith in everyone’s cosmology A point past which pure reason can’t reach And to compensate, we proselytize and beseech Our frontal lobes yearning to know and prove To have every last shred of incertitude removed But that’s not how knowledge claims properly propagate Though the answer, “I don’t know,” never satiates If I couldn’t pass and had to note, I’d probably vote that My patriarch is probably a Precambrian prokaryote But that doesn’t make your messiah a pariah Universal field theory hugs Derrida, Guth, and Gaia In a bag of skin, we begin, blank slates absorbing What our forefathers and foremothers decided to pour in But that’s now your door to monitor and vet And choose whether to question, accept, or genuflect What happens next? Who can claim to know? Anyone saying so’s taking “know” places it cannot go None of this is meant to convince you You either find it fallacious or it fits you When I think about where we stand on a rock that don't stop Another spin around the block, that prompts another turn of the clock Still often more than not, we're too worried about cash in hand Or our own stock, that might drop, our favorable spot Ad hoc, a fable not, but still worthy of Aesop We pretend to understand our fellow man While we walk by the chalk that marks off lines in the sand Like electrons that orbit the core, just wanting to soar Not knowing much more as we're orbiting Sol We circle answers like we're modeled by Niels Bohr The classic and the quantum of our own souls It's where space and time were both derived from From the largest of stars down to the Cesium atom But to say we know it all or even see the sum Even Fibonacci says those numbers don't add up The macro and the micro, they correlate; as we capitulate We fail with states higher than our current state Relative dopes, looking for hope, in stable isotopes When there's more than what's known by occipital lobes Universe infinitesimal and infinite though Egyptians used sexigecimal and also, they wrote Hieroglyphics; yeah, they were so sick And now it’s time to listen to more of those guitar licks
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The RockIt Scientist: Well, we covered much more ground than anticipated, but I certainly know better now than to trust what I can see. So, what are the instrumentation readouts telling us? Dr. Mystery: We are presently at 330,000 feet and appear to be right at the edge of the G forces keeping us in orbit. We can see much more clearly now. The Phosphorescent Hessian: Doctor, can you take a look at this? Dr. Mystery: WHOA! The RockIt Scientist: Ladies and gentleman, I'd like to remind you that pants are required to be worn at all times, except in the designated areas. Rochelle: I indeed believe I can see very clearly now... The Phosphorescent Hessian: Doc, I think Rochelle is checking me out. Rochelle: ...it seems to be a singularity slowly taking shape on my monitors... Dr. Mystery: Phos, it's a robot. Rochelle: …and the purpose of everything is… The RockIt Scientist: We are GO for exosphere!
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Exosphere 03:56
I'm taking off to explore more universe Heard enough to know, and now I'm leaving earth On those launch windows, I'm so well versed Not stuck at lunch windows on taco trucks At 600 miles straight up into the sky Looking down on a billion filaments of light Seas of cells on a blue-green ship Taken to the abyss by the majority whip But the polarized orb can’t yank me in Escaping unforced, I’m an alien With some dinosaur claws, elevating just practically perfect in every way, raising up Like a cardboard box for Calvin and Hobbes Imagination for me is just the start Using Music of the Spheres and Kepler's third law Blink once, be amazed, blink twice, I'm gone With the ones I love, let's disappear Rise up above the toxic atmosphere Now one thing that I know is clear It's time to go, we're breaking through the exosphere So, let’s go to the Whirlpool, sipping on rocket fuel We’re agents of expansion, the Pantheon’s sacking’s soon The stanchions have fallen, and the launch code’s loose Somebody tell Jupiter and notify Zeus We’re ugly ducks growing up but passing Leda Fly as Theta Muscae, we are looking deeper Brilliant and packed, we are Wolf-Rayets Great wolves in fact, on a MagiQuest Now we're aiming for the stars, like Sagittarius Going far beyond even where this beat will carry us We got our pork-chop plots, proffered providentially Working thought like a system works toward entropy Our exit velocity creates a Platonic boom Last call for wherewithal, you can come too Bicameral animals made of supernova parts Hammerstones gluoned with up down quarks Aeons-long siren song, cometary serenade Paleolithic petroglyphs on Pyrenees caves Charging through the cosmos, ethereal charioteers Arjunas blasting through the exosphere The madness and the manic of the vanishing planet Is past tense; we’re soon past tense; home is calling It’s abstract, not common or classic It’s quantum entangled information we’re tracking Moving onward, boosted forward, energy Characteristic, through the clouds we're roaring More than somatosensory, soaring lighter With this ballistic transmogrifier So, two by two, we adorn and imbue this ark With sparks of purpose, motives re-surfaced In stark contrast to the candles that dimmed Trim the wicks, get this ship downwind Looking down to the pinpricks of sentience And self-centeredness, sitting on a stone, spinning With a center of pressure that cracks and spits Slag and obsidian, inching toward Mars... Nah, I’m heading for the stars, let’s go, we’re Ascending so get in, and shed no tears Encode Draconis, no stress, no fear With my soul as we’re exiting the exosphere We’re shooting toward space like a javelin spear It’s our Beyond Earth Orbit world premiere The sun is bright but some lights are brighter right here Cause it’s three if by space, tell Paul Revere With a covered rocket, interstellar pioneers On the Oranocentric Trail, forging new frontiers The Karman Line can’t hold us, now it’s starting to shear The weight’s lifting as we’re splitting through the exosphere
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Zero G 06:44
Priorities: how I see where I need to be concerned But also show me what I can let go of, I've learned No way to hold sway over what weighs on my brain Without kicking out that Broca's area allows me to say it I don't get caught up, so much, in trying to make the perfect decision We're all dying, so buy in, and get busy living Personal policy to me is to draw that line Somewhere inside of there to keep from losing my mind I embrace the mystery and give uncertainty a hug It's there I can be free and grab a hold of real love But I know how far to go, and I keep my hands to myself A big respect for all enigmas, a neo-E Roosevelt The more I grasp the more I find, the math of the mind Being blissful is fine, but I prefer a deeper line Where I can grow and decide, become knowledgeable and wise If you looked up thesaurus in a thesaurus, what would you find? I'm not here to explain life, like a book upon a shelf Just want to live life, and let life rightly speak up for itself There's no short cut Secret to help, no self-help guru as well Listen to life tell the tale, then give it up to find yourself All that's broken is released Forever open, we are free We have chosen reverie Now we're floating in zero g Forgive me Father, for I have so often sinned By taking myself too seriously time and again It’s impossible to count the myriad things I’ve misperceived And all the weird inspirited things I’ve chosen to believe Past lives, Sathya Sai Baba vibhuti-baptized Thinking I’m wise by making Buddha Davis Eyes Beneficial Q crystals, symbols of a time But I no longer buy every thought occupying my mind Bardo soliloquies, for monks and millipedes Diving into wombs to resume epochal chronicles, these Antecedent-less convictions are itches Whose scratches are caches of matches for witches Now equanimity is swimming within me A divinity flood more than drops of an I.V. An unlikely, salve for the psyche To accept how deceived and naive I can be Faux placebos, where did all the bees go? Playing rope-a-dope, I’m the dope, how peaceful Shouting gleefully: this emperor is naked Sipping from this chalice leaves me stirred, not shaken All that's broken is released Forever open, we are free We have chosen reverie Now we're floating in zero g In the beginning was the Word, but I wasn’t there And turtles or sea urchins I’m surely certain would struggle learning Differential systems of equations, yeah, my situation’s In the same place, same place But my prism is statistics, uncertainty is built in So, I’m humbly seeking wisdom through ensembles of models The chasm’s deeper than I fathomed, but I am happy floating I’m afloat in space, in space Cause with the mystery, I can be free, And have with me, my accomplice and comrade that's Got my back and has knacks where I lack and Made our sequels into people, one’s the baddest Combination of compassion and sarcasm Since I met my second half, and the second has magic A third has me laughing, now I have the path, and I’m free, zero g's, with my eyes to the vastness The world feels mathless, in other words, sadness But in this half-life, I won’t lay around seething Won’t give a bit of what isn’t his to Little Caesar Et me, Brute? I rise, though I am bleeding Do I just believe, or is there something I believe in? It's time, I'm stepping over that line I'm tired of saying I'm fine You and I, we are primed, like the stars we'll shine It's time, I'm letting it all align I'm giving to get what's mine You and I, we are primed, like the stars we'll shine
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The RockIt Scientist: DKE to mission control, this is your captain speaking for the last time, as we have now arrived at our destination, which is to say the origination point of yet another journey... But, before we leave you, we'd like to share a little bit of what we've learned along the way, because let's be honest, you probably missed it... Dr. Mystery: Well, what I've learned could be best expressed with a poem by the great Robert Dylan Thompson: “Do not go gentle into that good night, RAGE, rage against the machine…” The Phosphorescent Hessian: The lesson I've learned is that I could definitely use a lesson on learning navigation. The RockIt Scientist: Well said. And I learned that knowing is not half the battle. In fact, it's the whole battle, and it's been in us from the start. Which means now that I know that I've known that all along, you could say that really, I've learned nothing. Rochelle: I quit. Dr. Mystery: IT's still here... The Phosphorescent Hessian: Oh, I never got those peanuts! The RockIt Scientist: What are we talking about?
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Hello, ladies and gentlemen, I'd to talk about my girl. My girl is tall for a girl But not as tall as a corn stalk And her hair looks like corn silk Which comes from corn. I like corn a lot, and I like my girl Corn is a food you can eat Or you can feed it to cows NEXT I'D LIKE TO TALK ABOUT PITCHING! When you're pitching, you need to make sure The strikers don't hit the ball If they do hit the ball You have to go get the ball Then you throw the ball Near one of your teammates Who is near the striker When the striker is running In the shape of a diamond SPEAKING OF SHAPES, HERE'S A TRIANGLE FOR YA! SNARE DRUM! NEXT I'D LIKE TO TALK ABOUT PIANOS! A piano has black keys and white keys The keys make all kinds of sounds But they all sound like a piano They go… Is it over? I don’t hear the music anymore.

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We're the hip-hop/nonsense group The Diane-Kruger Effect (DKE), and our album is called E Pluribus Cuatro... or something. E Pluribus Cuatro is half rap album, half comedy album, half rock album, half trip hop album -give or take- with a wide musical variety. Sort of like if the Beastie Boys, Rage Against the Machine, Zero 7, The Lonely Island, and Erwin Schrödinger had quadruplets. The album has 25 tracks (75 minutes), and sort of constitutes 3 albums in 1. And given that it is DKE's first album, it is also their Greatest Hits album. It includes full songs, interludes, and skits.

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released January 23, 2019

All songs performed by The Diane-Kruger Effect: Jason Fuse, Luke Overbey, Robert Berg, Elle Laye, and Rochelle Bainbridge
Featuring vocals by Missy Kirkland on March Awareness Month.
All songs written by Jason Fuse, Luke Overbey, and Robert Berg.
Idiotsyncratic and Zero G also written by Elle Laye.
The Codex also written by Garrett Schumann.
Ragtime Dance Jake Jabber written by Rueben McCracken, based on music by Scott Joplin

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We're the hip-hop/nonsense group The Diane-Kruger Effect (DKE): Jason Fuse, Luke Overbey, Robert Berg, Elle Laye, and Rochelle Bainbridge.

Our musical influences include Max Planck, Baruch Spinoza, Thomas Bayes, Tesla (the scientist, not the band or the car), Stuffy McInnis, The Hubble Space Telescope, and Potato Chips. Also, Shakespeare - wait, we're better than that. Forget that last one.
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