Computer Geek Anthem
Gonna hack my way to the soul, I’m gonna put the revelations in code, Yeah the world's gonna take my trip, My boss is gonna eat my pink slip.
Me and my computer, We're gonna take over the world, Me and my computer, I love her more than my girl.
She’s got a googolplex of gigs, She’s got mega megabytes, She’s faster than a thought, We’ll never ever get caught.
Me and my computer, We're gonna take over the world, Me and my computer, I love her more than my girl.
Our agenda is fixed, Our feelings anything but mixed, World domination is the mark, The minnows are gonna eat the shark.
Me and my computer, We're gonna take over the world, Me and my computer, I love her more than my girl.
I'm working on a program, That turns your thoughts into actions, Turns your theories into facts, And your facts into satisfactions, It’ll make your dreams come true, Or make you not need sleep at all, It’ll plug the web into your whimsy, It’ll help you fly thur the fall.
We’ll all get what we deserve, In the network nerve, The man who breeds machine, Will tell the engine what to mean, If we need a sacrifice, Let the silicone pay the price, Time can’t warp cyberspace, We’ll put the time in the place.
Me and my computer, We're gonna take over the world, Me and my computer, I love her more than my girl.
Me and my computer, We're gonna take over the world, Me and my computer, I love her more than my girl.
She’s got a googolplex of gigs, She’s got mega megabytes, She’s faster than a thought, We’ll never ever get caught.
Me and my computer, We're gonna take over the world, Me and my computer, I love her more than my girl.
Our agenda is fixed, Our feelings anything but mixed, World domination is the mark, The minnows are gonna eat the shark.
Me and my computer, We're gonna take over the world, Me and my computer, I love her more than my girl.
I'm working on a program, That turns your thoughts into actions, Turns your theories into facts, And your facts into satisfactions, It’ll make your dreams come true, Or make you not need sleep at all, It’ll plug the web into your whimsy, It’ll help you fly thur the fall.
We’ll all get what we deserve, In the network nerve, The man who breeds machine, Will tell the engine what to mean, If we need a sacrifice, Let the silicone pay the price, Time can’t warp cyberspace, We’ll put the time in the place.
Me and my computer, We're gonna take over the world, Me and my computer, I love her more than my girl.
June 98
Life in the Movies
"Is god an art or a craft?","Well; I really don’t understand the question",
"Do you practice it or do you preach it?",
"If you can’t do both don’t do either",
"That’s a cool piece of wit but no answer",
"Just as much of an answer as your question is a question",
He tilts his head back and chuckles like a guru, She smiles in reply but contemplates his face.
"I guess it is rather a pointless little question",
"No; more ridiculous than pointless",
He looked offended, but amused.
"I mean; if there’s not a god at all; then it’s neither",
"But you see my question assumes there’s not",
She thought - "Yes I see what you mean",
"So what do you say art or craft?",
"Art on a good day, craft on a bad",
They both laughed in deep empathy.
That’s a take.
May 98
Ordinary Vampires
I can’t understand what the mirror is trying to tell me, Am I trying to learn how to be seen or how to see, I contain my rage until the steam seeps into my intake valve, Then I use this engine grease like it was some kind of salve.Infinite new blood; slow killers parade of transposed guilt, Star teller; false embryo of castles unbuilt.
Not a smile; nor a kiss or a bite is what it seems, In this city of more dreamers than dreams, Surviving on the confidence that you’re an exception to the rule, But that just makes you a somewhat wiser fool.
River wise bridges carry sperm bank donors hypothetical money, Prostrate ecstasy; nazi night desire; vampire sucking honey.
So you try to screw yourself out of the grip of the paradise fist, End up on the true player's broken hearts black-list, And the moral of the story is this story never had any morals, If you can wear the teeth marks you can wear the laurels.
Scripted blindness beautiful of the colorless unreal, Hands of savage medicine; touching how to feel.
In the cold galactic distance of a whisper, The acid taste of hot breath and need, I lift the veil and I turn her, Somehow the doer gets trapped inside the deed.
Cracked mirror voodoo, Wounded by the view, But like a vampire at dawn, I know I must be moving on.
June 98
Pizza in Jail
Little killers in a video landscape, No one loses you just rewind the tape, A new fad for the bad boys, An old game played with new toys, Daddy’s guns their new joystick, Bully beware now there’s no one he can’t lick, It’s much worse than a crying shame, Only the innocent to blame.Given up one thru seventh Heavens, Lost this level and went straight to Hell, Come to find there is no reset button, Come to find they don’t serve pizza in jail.
Just another symptom of the age, Just an easier way to bleed the rage, A perfect stance for gun control, No it’s that filth they watch that’s damned their soul, Meanwhile the kid doesn’t even understand why he aches, He just wants to bend his heart a little before it breaks, He knows where that gun's at and he knows it’ll put you away, He just doesn’t realize that it’s forever not just today.
Crying and hugging mommy thru the bars, Her little jailbird; held without bail, She can’t do anything; perhaps she never could, Can’t even get them to serve her baby pizza in jail.
But now there’s five other mommies out there that will never know, What it’s like to watch their children grow, What once used to would have been another class clown, Wrapped his finger's flesh around a fantasy and gunned it down, There is a lesson here; one that should have never been learned, But it’s one that we have pitifully and painfully earned, Kids guilty enough to blow someone all to Hell, And innocent enough to ask for pizza in jail.
May 98
Boss
Anything you say; boss, Any game you play; boss, I’ll just sit here and live off the bread of your whim, I’ll sharpen your saw then go out on a limb.If I get caught I get fired if I don’t it’s a promotion, Cut throat justice; ant-heap commotion, As petty as a child; as vain as a god, I’d like to spare the child and spoil the rod.
Anyway you choose; boss, Anyway I lose; boss, I’ll just sit here and pretend your world; polish your ego, You answer with a negative yes; an absolute no.
Your stupidity only excelled by your lack of trust, You believe everyone is just like you full of ladder-lust, You believe you're full of principals that you would never sacrifice, I believe you're full of something else; something just as nice.
Anyway you will; boss, Anyway you kill; boss, I’ll just here and learn to like the taste of my pride, I’ll just sit here and contemplate your suicide.
Many feel you are the symptom but I know you are the disease, You get a perverse thrill out of bringing the helpless to their knees, But at least I can say in good conscience I’d rather be beaten black and blue, Hell; I’d rather even have you for a boss than ever be like you.
May 98
Dream Lover
She is my soul’s sweet mystery and my secret sound, Without her wings under me; my sky would run aground, Her kiss is like an ocean; her cooling waters wet my skin, Rising tide; pull me under; come lover let me swim.I cannot sleep; I dream you awake; take the trouble from my tongue, You pull the passion from the darkest place where the world is hot and young, The syllables of your name; a mantra for your favor, With hungry mouth and holy hands I celebrate your flavor.
A seasonal world; a meaning made in words to rhyme the silence, The wound is drained with a symphony of honey sucking violence, My unslept dream lover; my genesis of life, My night where all dreams find life; my angel driven wife.
July 98
Glamour Geek
She pulls up to her mansion in her Jalopy Deluxe, Rearview mirror of the face that launched a thousand fucks, She renamed herself in the name of show biz, You’d have to be really smart to figure out how dumb she is, Only a dreamer would ever let these dreams come true, Self worth determined by what she means to you, But you’d think this bitch is Einstein by the way she acts, She gets her fantasies mixed in with her facts.Her future is shaping up to be a memory, There’s not as much time in a minute as there used to be, She needs to be believed in because she doesn’t know how to believe, That’s the price you pay for wearing your ego on your sleeve, Every time she changes clothes it makes the news, If that color doesn’t look good on her; that’s just paying dues, But you know every star ends up as a black hole, You’ve got fake tits; lips and fingernails but they still can’t fake a soul.
She’s an enigma wrapped in a see thru dress, She has her publicist kill the priest after she goes to confess, She wears her shoes once than throws them away, Just wanted to give her fans what they wanted till see learned how to make them pay, And now she has a dime for everyone who ever wished they were her, Almost enough money to pay for what she wished she were, I still wonder does she swallow or spit when she bites off that chicken's head, After she justifies the teeth with a; you're better off dead.
July 98
The Murder of Chico Mendes
Chico Mendes was a rubber tapper; a simple man who lived a simple life, Content under the tarp of his beautiful rainforest with his children and his wife, As the forest fell at a staggering rate; under a chainsaw oiled with greed, He bravely stepped up with the few others who dared; to help this fellow creature in need.He never backed down even after he received anuncio, He’d say something like if you have to die for what you believe in; you should be proud to go, So he worked hard to bring the world's attention to this catastrophe, Until the dogs finally cut him down; like another rainforest tree.
The murder of Chico Mendes seems so typical of this world, People will kill; cheat and swindle anywhere the green flag of money is unfurled, Now; hundreds have died in this particular war of dollars and sense, But I’m so afraid that Chico and all the others died at their own expense.
May 98
Luscious Vampires
Luscious vampires with video teeth want me to smell their art, Want me to fall at their feet and pledge eternal now, Want me to write and then act my part, Want me to ride to Hollywood on their sacred cow, And I suffer to confess that I can't resist, I’ll expose the vein; circuit for the electric wine, I’ll take the kiss from lips shaped like a fist, I’ll take your desperation and let you make it mine.She had hair like a question mark; eyes like a quotation, And I wanted her so bad I memorized her lines, But I was just a can of pepper spray in the purse of sensation, I used to read her lips; now I paint her signs, Hideous test-tube baby personality, I’m trying to figure out how to match the color of my lust to her pride, But she crashes every time I hit the F 1 key, The truth is just a map that can lead you back to where she lied.
There’s some kind of switch in her she calls love, But it ain’t the kind that rhymes with above, The machine of her broadcasts the flesh of Heaven’s whore, She pretends sold out just to keep you wanting more, She can make your hunger more appetizing than your meal, She’ll make you believe that only the things you’ve forgotten are real, And you may think you can get away with a look but don’t touch, But that’s just the perfect limp to fit her crutch.
May-June 98
Outtake
She always listened patiently to the stories he told, He was a great actor once now he is eighty four years old.Raymond used to say "this world is like a bad piece of art, Movies give it a poet's tongue a dreamer's heart."
“She came to me in her naked animal beauty with a rainstorm cupped in the palm of her hands.”
I said that in nineteen fifty two in Fortune's Fondest Fool, My greatest work my exception to the rule, And Joan Vincent she had eyes that made you feel that line, The camera had to strain to catch her curves; a star so fine.
She married Rich Stafford and the whole world thought they were the happiest couple since Romeo and Juliet, But we all knew he beat her up; once right on the set, He produced some of her greatest movies though, Vampires And Lovers; Heroes Desert; and Angel Of Woe.
There is a scene in Vampires And Lovers where she finds out her husband just married her for her money, The camera angle; the way the light prints her face; pure honey, So she goes to the bank; writes him out of her will; there is no dialogue or music; just silence and thought; this sequence can still make me weep, Then she comes back home swallows a white knuckled fist full of pills and lays down to final sleep.
But that’s not all; she suddenly jumps up and becomes violently ill, Throws up everything and just sits there; later her husband comes home and says “ you don’t look well dear; how do you feel?”, Then the camera starts on her feet; but from an angle that implies you are looking thur her eyes then slowly pans up her body and miraculously flips up to shoot her face and you're locked on these eyes that can see, And then with an unreadable tilt of the lip she answers with a breakable intensity “I believe I’ll be ok. Something I didn’t eat agreed with me”.
Her last movie; at the beginning of filming on her next picture there was a minor incident, The actor playing her brutish husband was supposed to slap her but he accidentally hit her and I guess something just broke that had never bent, She ran off stage screaming hysterically he wasn’t supposed to really hit me; over and over again, The film was going to be called Adam's Revenge; it never got made; instead they mutilated it into that huge flop The Saint Of Sin.
I went and visited Joan several times but she was never the same, Even years later she would occasionally start muttering he wasn’t supposed to really hit me as if she’d just remembered who to blame, But Rich took care of her to the very end; although he had his share of women while she was put away, I’m really getting tired honey could you take me back to my room I believe I’ll “set the night to dreaming up a better day”.
Aug. 98
Raising Titanic
Just to feel your soggy bones, Justify your agony, Because legacy; your only lifeboat, Betrays humanity, And everyday brings me closer to your salvation, And every hour wrecks one more expectation, I need to know that there is someone to blame, For the infamy that blasphemies your fame.I wanna grab the planet by the collar, I wanna do something gigantic, Not swallowing my pride, But raising Titanic.
She’s like that first love I lost before I knew how to lose, I hate to be stuck with a choice that I didn’t get to choose, I imagined this perfect love now it can never be, The carcass of my dreams floating on the bottom of the sea.
My stomach's debt is growling, My appetite is manic, I can be reborn with necrophilia, By raising Titanic.
Her name is Titanic, And I will never let her go, And one day I will collect, All that she does owe, I will never forgive you, Everybody’s laughing at me, But you will be mine again someday, And I will reclaim my treasure from the sea.
Just to put you back on that pedestal, Where you belong, So I don’t have to doubt your faithfulness, Forgive your wrong.
My future's wit is in denial, My past in panic, But the oil will flow back into the blood, In raising Titanic.
May-June 98
Lovers in the Morning
Sometimes a man is a square peg and a woman a round hole, Sometimes a body is just a desperate expression of a lost soul.The truth is implied in these metaphorical acts of fiction, And desire is supplanted with a slow and easy addiction.
We put a new star in the night time sky, We jumped from the cliff; never doubting we could fly, We never thought the morning could ever outshine the moon, If that night had been a thousand years it would have ended to soon.
But the dawn broke the back of the night without a warning, Light; in the dark-tongued heat of lovers in the morning.
And here we are merely caught in the dull ache of an average day, And our map made by moonlight doesn’t show the way, And now whispers just seem to drift out on the breath of their creation, And the harsh light details our intimacy and our alienation, Just two people now; two people sharing one world and a hunger, We feel our age in the light of the east after the moon's blood made us younger, As we try so hard to hold on to something we're not even sure we found, Have we drifted to far from Heaven like two angel's unbound.
To expect to much is one sure way to never get enough, You have to trade all your false hopes to find one true love, And the dawn is a new chance; not some kind of warning, And it’s that very light that will make us lovers in the morning.
We will carry the moon in our scent to be lovers in the morning, We will eat our dreams for breakfast to be lovers in the morning, We will let the night breed new mysteries to be lovers in the morning, We will stay awake and talk all night to be lovers in the morning.
July 98
Forgetting Something
When I take the time to sit in my back yard, And my idiot neighbor isn’t working on his fucking car, No airplanes are trashing my ears, With their franticly flapping wings, Just for one pure moment just the sway of trees, Just the light giving color of sky, Just the motion of the atmosphere passing thur my body, Just the feeling of no thought thinking thru my mind.And I remember I’m forgetting something, The wonder at the bottom of the day, The eloquence of nothing to say, The comfort of not knowing the way.
When I take the time to really feel your hand in mine, Without my movie's-mind perverting my slow erection, I know there is more you can express in kisses and fluid touch, Than words could ever breed and nurse, I need to study heaven in your earth-print eyes, Take the balm of your beauty on my wounded flesh, We don’t have to sell our souls to buy the kingdom, We’ve got more than enough treasure to pay the rent.
And I remember I’m forgetting something, The meaning of the lips behind her kiss, The beauty of the static colored bliss, The taste of god that flavors all of this.
In this mostly bullshit hustle we call our lives, The melodies we sing are carved with knives, Just can’t seem to bridge Heaven and Earth, Then tell me what is building bridges worth, But you can not have your pride and eat it too, Do anything just to keep from having nothing to do, Now we’re stuck inside this maze guided by the clock, Living some kind of past-tense future-shock.
I step outside and breathe deep the meaning, Look up into a night time sky full of more than understanding will allow, And I feel something that’s worth more than any philosophy can provide, I measure this infinite pulse in my heartbeat's syncopation.
And I remember I’m forgetting something, Forgetting that the sky is my true mirror, Forgetting that the past is getting nearer, Forgetting that my memory is getting clearer.
June 98
Released August 1, 1998 All Songs Composed, Performed and Recorded by M.M.
