1. |
Cross On The Green
03:33
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CROSS ON THE GREEN
((( the accident victim )))
A blurry haze of lights flashing
A mumbled chorus of speech
The pavement stained from red splashing
The sidewalk just out of reach
A gathering of feet
Surrounding the street crossing
The street crossing
Cross on the green
Not in-between
My life is perishing quickly
The sirens echo and fade
I should have taken the subway
Behold the error I've made
Faster than my feet
Are the trucks in the street crossing?
The street crossing
Cross on the green
Not in-between
A glowing light shines before me
Adrift at a leisurely pace
But suddenly something transports me
And sends me back into space
I can feel in my feet
I'm still crossing the street crossing
The street crossing
Cross on the green
Not in-between
[words & music by Sean Schuyler]
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THE FORMATION OF THE BRAIN
((( the embryo )))
I've lost control of my sanity
Have I somehow become
Someone I shouldn't be?
I've lost the time and my sense of space
But somehow I've been transported
From that awful place
The traffic light was green
WALK sign prevailed
It's unfortunate the safety of
The crosswalk failed
My final gaze was fixed on Heaven's glow
Why was I reincarnated as an embryo?
White matter tends to fright
Gray matter's will to fight
Could feel much better
The formation of the brain
[words & music by Sean Schuyler]
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3. |
Overborn
05:44
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OVERBORN
((( the baby )))
Asleep, submerged in liquid space
Heartbeat flutters a rapid pace
A sudden movement, the chamber shakes
Alert but frightened my mind awakes
Dark womb shudder, light below
Restless current liquid flow
Falling helpless, drag me down
Black hole center in the ground
Stolen from sanctuary
Don't know what to do
Beneath fluorescent madness
Cut nutrition tube
White stranger strikes relentless
Tears begin to form
Forever trembling
Unprepared but overborn
Trapped inside the window cage
Infant prison cell of outrage
Anxious strangers point and stare
Newborn anguish haunts the air
Stolen from sanctuary
Don't know what to do
Beneath fluorescent madness
Struggling to move
White blanket wrapped around me
Fabric can’t be torn
Forever trembling
Unprepared but overborn
Stolen from sanctuary
Don't know what to do
Beneath fluorescent madness
Cut nutrition tube
White stranger strikes relentless
Tears begin to form
Forever trembling
Unprepared but overborn
[words & music by Sean Schuyler]
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4. |
Acidic Juice
02:59
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ACIDIC JUICE
((( Jimmy )))
I sit entranced at the kitchen table
Having my breakfast
I take a sip from the
Overflowing colorful juice glass
The bitter taste puts a frown on my face
But I swallow
I close my eyes and
I feel it in my mind as I let go
I'm letting loose
With the acidic juice
And it's all right
Acidic juice has a way of
Expanding my mind
I drink a glass and
I feel it surpassing my spine
A world unfolds where
The animals speak and I listen
Acidic juice is a chemical of premonition
I'm letting loose
With the acidic juice
And it's all right
My box of trucks
Is becoming a powerful empire
They sit and stare and
Their awareness of me couldn't be higher
They study me wth the eyes of distrust
As I let loose
They have a unified mind
And they don't like the juice
I'm letting loose
With the acidic juice
And it's all right
[words & music by Sean Schuyler]
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5. |
Eyes Of The Trucks
03:36
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EYES OF THE TRUCKS
((( Jimmy )))
I sure like playing with trucks
They are my favorite toys
My voice tries to simulate
Foreboding engine noise
The trucks run rampant throughout
The limits of my backyard
I can't imagine my life
Without the trucks on guard
They are protecting my life
Why should I learn to fight?
I never tell them goodbye
I never leave them outside
But when I look in their eyes
I see anger and spite
A hidden jealous surprise
In the reflections of eyes
A birthday pile of presents
Psychedelic monolith
I scan the gifts with interest
Don't know which one to start with
A gift of prodigious size
The shape is unusual
Unwrap the paper to find
A brand new tricycle
It's painted red with demise
An omen shining bright
But I fail to realize
The danger in my life
Until I look in the
Eyes of the trucks
I see my
Violent death painted white
In the reflections of eyes
You should have seen
The look in their eyes
When I put them inside of a box
And I hid them away
You should have seen the box
When I found it much later
It was tipped over and
The trucks were ready to play
I know the trucks don't approve
Of my new tricycle friend
It is my new favorite
I'll take a ride 'round the bend
But now I see them as real
The trucks have taken new form
I haven't felt so afraid
Since I was overborn
The trucks have killed me before
I still remember the day
Can I escape from them now?
I can't just throw them away
I see them roaming the streets
They are enormous in size
It won't be long before I
Or someone else I know dies
'Cause in the eyes of the trucks
I've seen reflections before
[words & music by Sean Schuyler]
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6. |
Tricycle
07:07
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TRICYCLE
((( Jimmy )))
I often wonder if I'm gonna make it
Sometimes I ask myself if I'll survive
It all depends on if you're gonna join me
'Cause you're the reason
That I'm still alive
I've been the victim of a lotta danger
And every time I've lived to tell the tale
I owe my life to your divine protection
My confidence in you will never fail
I'm so glad that you're my tricycle
I feel young as I ride so freely
I feel like I could touch the sky
You glide violently down the sidewalk
You take me where
I wanna go when I die
[words & music by Sean Schuyler]
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7. |
CCSP
05:43
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CCSP
((( Kitty )))
Some people just assume
My life is a treat
'Cause all I do each day is
Shit sleep and eat
They think I’m happy
But I’m filled with dismay
'Cause they don’t understand
A word that I say
I can’t take it 'cause I feel so all alone
I’d call for help
But I can’t function the phone
I’ve tried escaping
But my plan always fails
So I get lifted as I sharpen my nails
'Cause with the
Cosmic Catnip Scratching Post
I feel the pain of life pass by
It's like a tripped-out happy acid dose
I wanna stay until I die
I lay around all day and lick myself clean
I hunt for rodents like a killing machine
I watch the world exist
Through clear panes of glass
I wanna slumber on a carpet of grass
My will to live has now
Become so hard to find
I’m not demented but I’m losing my mind
I dream of freedom
As I’m licking my paws
And plan departure
As I sharpen my claws
'Cause with the
Cosmic Catnip Scratching Post
I feel the pain of life pass by
It’s like a tripped-out happy acid dose
I wanna stay until I die
Don’t ever let them take you
Don’t ever let them bring you down
Don’t ever let them keep you
They’ll never let you make a sound
But with the
Cosmic Catnip Scratching Post
You’ll feel the pain of life pass by
It’s like a tripped-out happy acid dose
You’ll wanna stay until you die
But now it's time for me to say Goodbye
For I have found my chance to flee
'Cause someone left the
Front door open wide
And it's the only way to leave
I know I'll always fear
What might have been
If I had stayed in here too long
But things will never be the same again
I hope you'll miss me when I'm gone
And if you choose to sit and reminisce
Upon the spot where I once curled
I hope to God above that I’ll be missed
Just like everybody else in this world
[words & music by Sean Schuyler]
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8. |
The Message
04:10
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THE MESSAGE
((( Jimmy )))
Awake at dawn with thoughts uneasy
A sudden feeling takes control
The doorbell bellows in the distance
Parade of footsteps in the hall
Discard the bedsheets
Find my slippers
Approach the door across the room
Look out the window
Winter horror
I miss the safety of the womb
The wheels of doom are in the street
Crossing in the street crossing
I got the message on
A cold winter Sunday
My parents sat me down
And told me the news
They got the message from
The neighbor who found him
The neighbor brought
The bloody collar as proof
Is he all right?
Or is lying on the side of the street?
Is he all right?
Or were the trucks faster than his feet?
Is he all right?
My parents don't know what to say
Is he all right?
I got the message on a winter day
I should have known that he would
Try to escape us
Instead I sealed the very thought
In my head
I fear that I'm the one
Who gave him the access
But could it be?
Is it my fault that he's dead?
Was he all right?
Or did he die in agonizing pain?
Was he all right?
Or did he suffer in the winter rain?
Was he all right?
My parents don't know what to say
Was he all right?
I got the message on a winter day:
"...but it's all right
Because he's gone to a better place
Yeah it's all right
So wipe the tears from your gloomy face
Have a good night
Try not to think about the death today
Have a good night
Because tomorrow you will find the way"
Is he all right?
"It’s all right now, Jimmy"
It’s all right
"It’s all right now, Jimmy"
[words & music by Sean Schuyler]
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9. |
School Boy
05:13
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SCHOOL BOY
((( Jimmy )))
I've got a feeling
That things won't go all right today
There is a yearning
My heart is telling me to stay
I feel so pessimistic
I am so frightened I could cry
And if I leave here
I have a feeling I would die
But mommy has no patience
For all these foolish little frights
And daddy shows no interest
In my distrust of traffic lights
I'm forced to leave here
Pushed out the door and waved goodbye
I'll walk to school now
That distant safety house abides
But can I make it
Without the traffic hindering?
I'll wait and see now
As I embark on my journey
When mommy packs my lunchbox
I don't feel happy as a clam
When daddy holds my school books
I do hear laughter of the damned
Everything was once okay
But will I be all right today?
Will you hold my hand across the street?
Because the trucks are
Faster than my feet
And if I seem a little agitated
Well it's because
My confidence has faded
And I can't escape the premonition
That I'll be killed along the intersection
The trucks have killed now
My favorite four-legged friend
The cat escaped us
Then he was murdered 'round the bend
There was no evidence
There was no witness to the crime
I'm only confident of one thing
The trucks began as toys of mine
If I challenge them I fear I would die
But I'm dead if I don't give it try
I'll take a ride on my tricycle soon
And face success or submission to doom
Because I'm so tired
And unhappiness is undesired
I'm gonna end this once and for all
Because my cradle is beginning to fall
[words & music by Sean Schuyler]
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10. |
Crossing The Street
04:50
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CROSSING THE STREET
((( Jimmy )))
I roll up to the curb
And the DON'T WALK is steady
It changes to WALK
As I get my mind ready
The moment the WALK sign
Becomes DON'T WALK flashing
I'll hurry across
Try to avoid red splashing
The moment arrives, will I die?
In the street crossing
There is a boy riding
Faster than feet walking
There may be trucks approaching
The color could change
In this cruel twisted game
In the street
Rather cross on the red
Than WALK sign white
Green lights scare me to death
But DON'T WALK is all right
I continue to pedal the wheel with my feet
I can't risk being frozen with fear
In the street crossing
There is a boy riding a tricycle, frantic
I hear the trucks approaching
My life may be lost
But I'm ardent on crossing
The street crossing
My tricycle protecting
Hauling a box in a wagon
Engines of death approaching
They fly through the light...
...but I timed it just right
So the box and the wagon
Fly through the air
Sending the box full of trucks soaring
Onto the street, through traffic
The trucks are destroyed
By the wheels of their own
Their tattered remains
Seem to lose all control
In the street crossing
Crossing the street crossing
In the street crossing
Crossing the street
[words & music by Sean Schuyler]
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11. |
Fear Of White
07:04
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FEAR OF WHITE
((( Jimmy )))
I sit around and watch
The snow melt in the sun
As springtime spreads its wings again
There is no need to load
The chamber of the gun
I'll close my eyes and count to ten
Or wander 'round inside
This den of loneliness
And wait 'til all the snow is gone
I hate to live alone for
Several months depressed
But sometimes winter lingers on
It's true that I refuse
To seek some special care
A doctor's wardrobe does me harm
The stark white articles of
Clothing that they wear
Could trip my trepid mind alarm
A bright white smile might just
Provoke a nervous laugh
A sheet of paper is a curse
A white straitjacket strapped
Around my upper half
Would surely make my status worse
This fear of white is
Such a burden on my mind
It keeps me safe but unemployed
The friends I used to love
Have left me far behind
My sickness makes them paranoid
I love the long gold rays of summer
And autumn takes on many hues
But winter guarantees a bummer
I know someday I'm bound to lose
This fear of white conceals
The beauty that I've seen
I could confront it but I won't
I understand that I should
Cross (up)on the green, but
WALK signs scare me more than DON'T
I walk so cautiously down
Barren city streets
And try my best avoiding
Where the traffic meets
The WALK signs scare me
More than DON'T WALK ever could
Although I tell myself I know I should
I know that I should
Cross on the green
Not in-between
[words & music by Sean Schuyler]
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12. |
Really Glad They Made
02:15
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REALLY GLAD THEY MADE
((( the narrator )))
Jimmy waited 'til the spring was certain
Then formed a plan
His fear of white was turning into
Something out of hand
He had no social life
No friends to speak of
And he was sick of living life without love
So Jimmy traveled to
The Children’s Aid Society
He tried to learn the possibilities
Of having mind disease
The counselors were very understanding
And soon enough
He felt the fear disbanding
He said:
"I’m really glad they made
The Children’s Aid Society”
[Traditional]
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