Take On An Empty Mind

by Brompton's Cocktail

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released December 1, 2001

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Track Name: Destroy New York
I can't wait to see the destruction of New York City. It's going up in flames. It's going under the waves. Washington Square can choke itself on a few more graves. Excessive tension turns me on as dissonance resolves into an epileptic's calm. They're trying to hide the fault lines where fault lies. The yellow rags will distract you. The subways will compact you into a cautionary tale for midwestern babes. Excessive tension turns me on as dissonance resolves into an epileptic's calm. Cuckoo. Cuckoo. This weight on you is much ado about nothing.

The cut worm forgives the plow.
Will you forgive when lizards, comets or the nukes abound?
Queensboro bridge is falling down.
Tear up your credit cards and sink into the row.

I am one of those sick people who'd cut off my nose to spite my face and do it with a smile. If you handed me the button, I couldn't resist the urge to bring the curtain crashing down. Excessive tension turns me on as dissonance resolves into an epileptic's calm. Cuckoo. Cuckoo. This weight on you is much ado about nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing left.
Track Name: Kabonkers
I see another cow comin' on home with her fancy sunglasses and her fake straw hat and her bags got stickers from Alaska and Nebraska and the Panama Canal. She told us 'bout tea with the Oriental folk (which was funny 'cause I never heard that cow talk before) and how London's always foggy and the French are always snotty all the same. So Mrs. Crashaw tries to dig a hole to China and ol' Jim Bob thumbs a ride on a 747. Mrs. Pew finally has somebody else to speak Greek to. My best friend Hank went to find Jesus Christ 'cause the cow said she saw him up 'round Minnesota so I'm left drinkin' beer with Zeke who'd rather be a bird now. I can't see any other way to get by. That cow's even got me thinkin' I'm high. Everybody's goin' off to see the world. Ol' Mrs. Baker's actin' like a school girl. Sammy's done closin' up the store, boardin' up the windows and lockin' up the door. Last I heard he was runnin' for Jamaica like a fool. Y'ask me, everybody's gone kabonkers.

I can't take any more, for cryin' out loud.
Time to get the Winchester 30.06 out.
Maybe a shell in the head will knock some sense in;
they won't see Jamaica but they'll sure see heaven.
Mrs. Crashaw already dug herself a grave.
My best friend Hank can find out if he's been saved.
Pretty soon Zeke'll be soarin up with the birds
and that ol' cow'll be grazin' with heavenly herds.

Glad I stayed sane through that whole crazy mess.
Track Name: Snail
custom breathing
give my name for sale
measured greetings
blow smoke through the veil
choked with flowers
heart, soul, tooth and nail
riding on your trail
piecing through junk mail
cross the threshold, snail
don't tell me I missed my own reward
I break mirrors you still can't afford
love and puppies drowning evermore
sideshows never fail
the slugs that they regale
cross the razor, snail

is it all myopic salt?
a sacrifice of wherewithal?
security in paper walls?
well, I will undertake to crawl
away from you and your abuse,
your fifty-seven dollar noose,
the slothful coma you induce?
yes, I reserve the chance to loose it all
cross the razor, snail

narcolepsy, beat me to my tomb.
Track Name: Skeleton
Once upon a time before the age of man while sleeping quietly upon a daisy bed, out from my mouth jumped forth my skeleton, left me a puddle of muscle, hair and skin. Turned 'round to face me with a lipless grin. Said to my puddle did my skeleton: "Alas, poor flesh, I knew you not at all. Enthrall me with your gall."

Said me (the puddle) to my skeleton: "What do you want?" "I'll tell you," said the grin. "What kind of bones are we going to be? What kind of skeleton will you make of me? A lawyer's jaw? A farmer's vertebrae? A doctor's metacarpular array? A runner's femur? A football player's skull? A Christian's kneecaps? A Buddhist's little toe? Or will you get me caught beneath a slab intended for another Galahad, clad all in white without an evil bone, no conscience known?"

Just beneath the muscle and the skin lies the dreamless, sleepless skeleton. How can my fingertips reach the heart when the skeleton keeps us apart?

Sins of the flesh I never should atone. Of course! You're only guilty to the bone. Profanity is mute without a tongue and vanity wanes once the eyes are gone. My children, bring my bones across the sands a hundred years, back to my father's land. Lay me to rest, inscribe this on a stone: "Here lies unknown."
Track Name: Spontaneous Human Combustion
a little reprieve, but they say it's a coincidence
sending warm chills down my spine
I could use another ton o' prevention
space men want my mind

I got a vat of strychnine
my militia gets it fresh
helps me read the backs of road signs
like that poor boy dave koresh

I know why the ufo's won't pose for channel 2
they've got elvis locked away, they're in league with the jews

bone to ash
spoiled milk in the fridge
funeral pyre
ceiling unsinged

i know why you won't see the sasquatch on park avenue
the fbi has kept him in hiding since 1962
i know why the loch ness monster is so damn camera shy
the catholics killed her just to prove saint christopher's a lie

always keep a piece of tin foil handy
always keep your shotgun handy
Track Name: The Adventures of Commodore Impossible
Nothing is impossible for Commodore Impossible
hence the name
hence the joke
hence the cigarette he smokes
sticky lacerations bleed his ears and eyes and tongue away
it's ok; he's not dead; he'll be on tv instead

action figure movie rites cartoon sownd byte

"Here I come to save the day," the Commodore would always say to the crowd standing by (to the girl who caught his eye) leaving in his wake a beer, a cheer, a jeer and the Goodyear blimp.
hurry up; don't be long; I don't wanna miss the song

akshun figure moovy rights car tune snd bite

Mary, au contraire, are you impaired? Didn't you hear? Don't touch my toys.
Meet me after school. I'll be real cool. I'll break the rules. I'm actual
size me up and down

I got mobility ~ I got agility
I got a moving part ~ I can really talk
I got the will to be ~ I got the will to see
I got the will to live ~ I got a lot to give

Calling Commodore Impossible! This is your old friend, Dr. Demonic. I'm standing atop the world — well, the Empire States Building really — and gazing upon the ants scurrying below. But no one really sees me, my genius, my machine gun. I'm sharing this with you and you alone. I've stolen the Hope Diamond. I've hijacked the President's plane. I've stolen a billion DM. I'm opening fire on the crowd. What are ya gonna do?

I'm on my way
I'm on my way
I'm on my way
I'm on my my my my

Mary, au contraire, are you impaired? Didn't you hear?
Don't touch my fucking toys.
Meet me after school. I'll be real cool. I'll break the rules. I'm actual
size me up and down

I got mobility ~ I got agility
I got a moving part ~ I can really talk
I got the will to be ~ I got the will to see
I got the will to live ~ I got a lot to give

I got banality
Artificiality
Inflated physiognomy
Genital conspiracy
But I bring the gavel down
I swing the bat around
I let the flag unfurl
I get to kiss the girl
Track Name: Poolside
goodnight, everybody, have a good evening
do we let her drown or do we bury her a christian?
sleeping at the opera; sitting by the poolside
everybody else wet ~ why's she wanna stay dry?
ask a silly question, squint away the red eye
there's the thunder rolling; everybody inside
staring straight into the sun while we're young
we can still taste the salt on out tongues
voices singing, sirens screaming
she don't know
and they don't know
thunder's still a-crashin' ~ someone's face is ashen
they'll chew their gums when they grow old
if they grow old

sea sluts wailing -- how they carry on!
mad king drowning, current sweeps along
chlorination, coronation
ecstasy still keeping us afloat

sink it like a rumor, needs a sense of humor
build my crazy castle in the summer snow
but I don't know
children buried out to sea
a peaceful grave; no autopsy
saltwater scours them clean
underwater cares get a bite to eat
something so exotic leaves the kiddies blind
do you really think this virgin lost her mind?

sea sluts wailing -- how they carry on!
mad king drowning, current sweeps along
chlorination, coronation
we wake up some thousand leagues below

bathing in spite of a fear of the sea
stripping to the skin, you observe their disease
then a hush falls when the tide rolls in
you see their pruned fingertips

seven lost kids in a six-man lifeboat
someone's gonna have to swim to keep the rest afloat
treading water behind his eyes
no one ever asked to be this way
don't you understand it's a lover game?
sitting by the poolside, dangling your toes in
we all see you hesitating to go under

sea sluts wailing -- how they carry on!
mad king drowning, current sweeps along
chlorination, coronation
ecstasy some thousand leagues below

Weialala leia
Wallala leialala
Track Name: Ethan In Space
cast to the void
in a refrigerator box
envoi le dans l'espace
is all the response he got
absence of light
weightless in a cardboard cage
are these real walls
or conceptual walls?

salvage debris
from zero gravity
outdated fax machines
joysticks and small tv's
building a transmitter
to beam his image back
are you receiving me?
is anyone watching me?

today in space we are…
moving along we have…
tonight's special guest is…
somebody kill me…

out of the way
far out of way
Track Name: Me Myself Simpatico
I'll be simpatico — you be the radical
myself and my shadow been ripped, torn and rattled
by my only worst enemy, eyes closed in front of me
put your lips together and sing like a canary
she wants the water, so you bring the ocean
she likes the static, so you be the motion
she wants the imagery, you paint the picture
she wants stability, you be the fixture

slowly awaken to azure noon
concrete waltz to singing spoons
a kiss for reminder, a cigarette for two
a night-colored velvet, a looking-glass blue

she looks you up when you look her down
every lyrical curve invites the sound
me, myself, I got music for everything
something original, something amazing

my little sliver
my ice-warming blue
cry me a liver so I can drink, too
all the cash in Manhattan will not buy you a heart
…but it might get you started

say that you feel it — the tension in you has begun to fade
just relax, let the beat whisk you away
gentle persuasion, soft as a whisper
you take a breath and sip the elixir
oh, that perfume! everyone else in the room fades away

slowly awaken…
Track Name: Paper Towels
very large reminder i leave on the counter so that when i wake up in the morning i remember to buy paper towels

very large reminder i leave on the counter so that when i wake up in the morning i remember to buy paper towels.

don't forget
don't forget
don't

this time i'll remember
coming home this evening
maybe something pretty
something quite absorbant

this time it will work
i swear
i swear
i swear
Track Name: Juggler
Whoops!
Sorry
Fucked up again
Ouch!
Sorry
Dropped one again
Bowling pins and candlesticks on the floor
I can't feel my fingertips anymore
Doesn't anybody want to see me throw fire?
This looked easier on TV
Maybe need a camera pointing at me
Doesn't anybody want to see me throw higher?

What, me?
Speeding?
No, ma'am, not me

Move my hands over you
Move my eyes over you
Take a bite without breaking stride
Muscle memory's not here
My infirmity is clear
Can I, can't I, can I rely?
Would you be more comfortable on the floor?
Wouldn't we be comfortable on the floor?
Me on top of you on top of me on top of you
Singing "Don't drop the ball"
What ball?
No one cares about a ball
They wanna see a few chainsaws
They wanna see me lose my arm, my leg, my cool, my head

What, me?
Stealing?
No...

Screaming from the minarets
Cocks crowing manic depression
My roommate is fucking with me
Policing conspiracy
Early afternoon beguiles
Illuminati astrophiles
Sub-orbital vacillation
Misinterprets manipulation

I slam — as simile
'tis pugilist psychology
Run riddle ragged analogies behind every corner

Someone...

Is this the end of the world?

It's not the end of the world
This is the end of the world
It's not the end of the world
Here comes the end of the world
It's not the end of the world
This is the end of the world

It's not the end of the world
So don't be afraid to drop one

This is the end of the world
But at least you can say you caught some

It's not the end of the world
So rest your wicked eyes
And focus in on the prize
They all ask the same question
But they're not as eloquent as I
Track Name: The Organ-Grinder (Bonus Track)
good evening, people, thanks for being here on time
I'd love to share with you my argument design
I just can't wait to start the services today
but first the organ-grinder's graciously arrived to play
doff your hat and waltz awhile
pass the cup, make them smile

gears are turning, books are burning
here's a little song I'm learning:
I'll love you if you love me, we'll be a clockwork family
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 all good monkeys go to heaven
no more children swinging in the trees
instead they're dancing on their knees
thank you all, you're so kind
bless you all when you're mine

monkeys and weasels
I know a wristwatch from a hole in the ground

organ-grinder, crank another tune
I wanna dance for you
I don't know, is there some other way to go?

you have to marvel a machine so rightly wrought
deus ex machina, I think or so I thought
to fashion something we perpetually need
just keep it oiled well and time will harvest all the weeds
thank you all, he's well fed
will he dance when he's dead?

Well, I've recently decided that you're all a bunch of raving maniacs
yes, maniacs
though I feel like Lizzy Borden when I'm fondling the handle of an axe
yes, an axe
but still I've come to the conclusion that you're all a bunch of mindless lunatics
yes, lunatics
but I just can't stop from trying
I'll admit there's no denying
when I hear the organ crying
I can feel I wanna dance a jig

organ-grinder, crank another tune
I wanna dance for you
I don't know, is there some other way to go?
Track Name: A Plane Crash For You (Bonus Track)
ballooning passivity eyes the controls
objectivity seems so small from here
but do you stay on your mission to get away,
head away, fly away from the usual

off the page the headlines can scream:
"a plane crash for you"
adrift and serene
while numberless eyes
cry numberless tears
on numberless skies

a touch of fragility cries in the coach
soft and luminous white sighs hyper-most
but can you outlive statistics to get away,
head away, walk away from the usual

white island of dross
blue ocean sky
oxygen high
on numberless skies