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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
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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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3. |
H-E-R
01:09
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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
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4. |
Amplitude
03:29
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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
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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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7. |
Flight Level
01:11
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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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8. |
March Awareness Month
03:33
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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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12. |
V for Vexation
04:18
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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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13. |
Turbulence
01:01
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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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14. |
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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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15. |
Hers (Interlude)
01:37
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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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16. |
Idiotsyncratic
04:07
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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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17. |
Altering Course
01:05
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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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18. |
Strange Loops
03:58
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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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19. |
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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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20. |
Cosmology
04:48
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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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21. |
330,000-Foot View
00:52
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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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22. |
Exosphere
03:56
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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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23. |
Zero G
06:44
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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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Event Horizon
01:15
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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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The Diane-Kruger Effect Atlanta, Georgia
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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