The Bomb is Love!

"Militia Infatuation Song"

2009-04-08T00:09:00.000-07:00

i sure don't remember letting you in
but i must have let down my guard again
because i lost the old familiar resentful, cold, and bitter
twisting our bodies on the kitchen floor
fruit flies drowning in a syrup jar
i feel the earth beneath me
all rich and hungry and alive
mining embryotic ore
pull your skirt a little more

what brave new positions for suicide
don't send the scouts in first
we won't return alive
excavation one and our mouths fill with blood

but if you're gonna bite, bite hard and hold tight
if i am the battlefield you are the battle
so cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war

"Milita Motivation Song" lyrics

2009-04-08T00:02:00.000-07:00

you stare right past me, inconsolable
the moon grins like a cheshire cat behind you
your mouth curls in, implacable and cold
if you're waiting for the morning's warmth let me remind you

the sun is still a tyrant on a throne
who despite such awesome power cannot realize what he owns

there is no good fight, just blind motivation
there is no bad night, just indifferent sensation
there is no vanity, this one is guaranteed
there is no process for indifferent creation
there is no canon for blind devastation
this one is vanity, there is no guarantee

stumbling through the wild two-row barley
in an eye-squinting russian summer splendor
reeling in the ergot, foot-threshing the chaff
if that doesn't seem, you know, apropos, just remember

the wolf still waits in the last sheaf
to carry us home in its teeth

there is no good fight, just blind motivation
there is no bad night, just indifferent sensation
there is no vanity, this one is guaranteed
there is no process for indifferent creation
there is no canon for blind devastation
this one is vanity, there is no guarantee

we work in mysterious ways
more mysterious every day

"Dear Stranger" lyrics

2009-04-07T23:58:00.000-07:00

dear stranger,
you've never met me
but one day you might just come across me
there are things that you should know

like i am the monster
from the late night movie that scared you as a child
fangs bared and razor-sharp talons seeking flesh
i'm probably worse than that

so do not approach me
you would not like me
you don't want to get to know me

but

if you happen to be:
a beautiful woman
a record label executive
or a generous millionaire

well then yes, i'd love to meet
yes, it's true i hung the sun
and i know more songs than you could fit on your iPod
in fact, i'm probably the most brilliant fucking man alive
and if you want to spend some time with me
i'll make it worth your while

oh, the rumors are all true

"Sympathy for Rainey Bethea, 1936" lyrics

2009-04-07T23:54:00.000-07:00

if somebody builds the wall
somebody will tear it down
if they swear to you that it will last forever
it's bound to come down
if somebody builds a might scaffolding
they'll put a hole in the floor to watch somebody swing
they'd steal the shoes right off your corpse
and say that justice has been done
somebody is lying to someone

and they all get that look about this time

so it's me and florence hopkins
and several thousand witnesses
friday, august 14, 1936
a flutter of hosea lost to a grey complected sky
the wind crackles like a radio
the papparazi pop like a broken bone
and there's somebody in the mirrors of their eyes

they all get that look about this time

"O Saisons!" lyrics

2009-04-07T23:50:00.002-07:00

oh seasons! oh castles!
cornflower and orchid
i hear the songs of the morning flutter down
oh, they are bound to come around

oh seasons! oh castles!
cockscomb and asters
i feel the heat carving trenches through the ground
oh, it is bound to come around

oh seasons! oh castles!
roses and iris
i watch the stars through the branches weighted down
oh, they are bound to come around

oh seasons! oh castles!
three seeds from a pomegranite
i'll wait for you with the flowers breaking ground
oh, they are bound to come around

"Hesitation Cuts" lyrics

2009-04-07T23:50:00.001-07:00

well, it's four in the morning on a tuesday
i think we all know what that means
we are two bottles of the reddest red wine
we've got the lights turned low and the tv on
there's a man on the screen in a sweater
and a number at the bottom flashing proud bright
he justs wants to if i'm happy
if i'm perfectly satisfied

oh, brother
you don't even know the half
if you're looking for a sucker
i think you've just found your man
so let the light of salvation was on through
let it sing out
glory, glory, hallelujah

i turn to you and ask what you've been thinking
sometimes i'm glad you don't reply
sometimes i stare at your eyes just like i might stare at the sun
so hot, so red, so cruel, so high
sometimes i wonder if we will ever kill one another
sometimes i'm pretty sure we already did
the man on the pulpit, a panther in the brush
and then you go an ask me one of your silly little questions
like whether i want to fuck again

oh, sister
i'm all about it
if you're looking for disaster, congrats - you've found it
i could trace the scars on my body from you
i bet they'd spell out
glory, glory, hallelujah
hallelujah

"2 A.M. Answering Machine Message, or New Futurist Manifesto" Lyrics

2009-04-07T23:20:00.000-07:00

Listen, I don't what in the hell you meant by that
But I guess you should know
I'm going to buckle down and go back to school
Before I get too old
And I am gooing to learn about neuro-biology
Math and physiology
Mechanics and psychology
I'm going to be a scientist
A real life honest-to-goodness scientist

I am going to build an amazing contraption
That replicates every little flash reaction
Down to the most minute variables of perception
Recreates a human brain
A single human brain with every chemical and neuron
And when I flip the switch on
An accurate rendition
Translated back to me in ways to which I can relate

A machine that could verify
If blue is blue to everyone
If shapes are true and whether time
Is the same for me as anyone
To relate to schizophrenia
alzheimers or synethesia
In a way like intuition
Or memory

The greatest development in subjectivety
Information increases exponentially
The ultimate rorschach and no it won't be easy
But that's still the easy part
Because then I'll have to call you in to the lab
Fingerprints and code words and retina scans
And it's hard to get civilians into sector 10
But it's harder still to call you

And you won't want to do it
And won't want to talk to me
And you have got your own life
And you have heard enough from me
And it's been far too long now
To argue on the telephone
With a cordially dismissive tone
You'll tell me that you won't come

But you will come in after all
And we'll hook you up to cables
And plug in your coordinates
And lay you on the table
And the schooling will be worth it
And the hard work will all pay off
Because I will finally, finally, finally
know just what the hell you meant by that

"The Child" Lyrics

2009-04-07T23:14:00.000-07:00

I THE BOX
The box came around mid morning -
damn near broke down the door with its tiny young hands -
hill face rock tumbling, catch weed and moss creeping.
Frozen and crumbling waste.
He opened his frigid mouth, music all tumbling out
calliope notes from the days as a child gone by.
And a child goes by, his fists blooming flowers,
his rag-tag trumpeter army devours the silence
of loss. The wren. The albatross. The feather
of innocence lost in a wheezing wind.
Open your tiny mouth, let your teeth tumble out,
let loose your handfuls of grain.
Let the Christmas band play - you know the song.
When you set your table, line a chair with daisies
to let him know you’re waiting.
The coracle.
The caravel.
Cast your wintry curses to the bristling air.
But when the box comes around you’ll still pluck that hateful feather,
so line your arms with daisies
like you’ve ships to sail.

II THE CIPHER
Oh, careening innovator!
Build for us one thing -
a pendulum to remind us of the permanency.
I was feeling, I guess, a little too ambitious
and ready to take the extra few planks down the pier
Where the ground will become less mottled wood and footsteps -
more briny and cold.
Collect your seashells, babe of mine.
Charred sea grass of alkaline.
Lightning turns the coast to glass;
the waves crash.
The last of autumn passed quietly like a child,
breath taken, eyes locked upward at the Libyan sky.
The first of its kind.
Guilio, now ten years gone,
would doubtless have marveled on at such atrocities.
The smallest ships are docking, finally,
but I turn and leave them all behind me -
I won’t fight for this.
Lightning turns the coast to glass.
Oh, careening innovator!
Build for us one thing -
A perfect cipher for a living sphere swaying endlessly.
But oh, disastrous creation! Look at what you’ve become!
A pier, a thought, a child gone.
An aerial bomb.

III THE BOMB
The coracle!
The caravel!
Innocent antiquities.
Aloft a day, sidereal,
from home to west of Tripoli.
Spinning swift dirigible in a softly swelling cascade.
The earth she sways so silently and sweeps away, away. Away.
21 Knots, my brothers, ho!
If we want to get home,
then we’ve got to keep going the wrong way.
30 more minutes to the Libyan front and
if we want to keep going then we’re going to have to drop our load!
November 1st is cold as hell even in a desert.
The frontier looms before us, thoughtfully.
Such great heights, and barren as a child
Mathematicians! Entrepreneurs! Citizens!
Where did we go wrong?
Oh, careening innovators!
What have we become?
But wait!
Perhaps there has been some mistake.
Maybe I’m wrong after all.
As fire fills the sky,
and the ship catches light,
I know now the truth of it all!
The bomb is love!
Thank God we finally see!
The bomb is love!
And grace and mercy and sweetness and serenity!

IV THE CHILD
Slice along my lateral line.
Razor tooth to caudal fin. Down my spine and back again.
Render my insides and lay me out to dry.
Sea dogs sour Tripoli in tonic immobility.
The mainland casts the coastline,
and slips off in the high tide.
Wash away my eyes in blinding light.
Mirrored up like cataracts of crescent moons and union jacks.
Abandoning a mind already left behind -
memory drapes across me like woven calliopsis.
The flowers bloom and invert like water in a desert.
Guilo, my child,
I can feel you with me.
But look away, look away, now.
I am not crying.
Guilio, my child,
I know that you are with me.
But look away, look away, now.
I couldn’t stand for you to see.
Guilio, my child,
I know that you miss me.
But look away, look away, now
I will soon be with you.
Guilio, my child,
we are only children.
So look away, look away, now.
Let us learn our lessons.