Nick Zazove - The Crash lyrics

Soupy smirk I'm honored like
Seppuku to my collar
And a voodoo at the watchtower
Oozing out them dollars
The scholars rused the nozzle? More
Like equity for neophytes
Sepulchral intestines and a death
Unlike the freedom fight
Mea culpa equalizers
Black box shields the ether
The Ozone blocks the tragicomic
Rust from gridding seizures-
In a tetratonic solace- cue the features
I will not join the panic if the
Voices in the mind indict the speakers
The anacrusis snatchers staff the
Front lines and prosper
Cleave the Marianas welkin dealt
In done Madonnas
I will not dignify the land that
Chains me to my stanzas
Yet still I fight these demons
Throned by upper-crusted phantoms
Eidolon mafioso, Nostradamus, solo no-show
Alone with oafs who nose-goes their
Fates subject to Volpone- window dressers
Stuff the top drawer with
"opinions" better suited
For a royal flush
Than shit upon my tux from roles in Mud-blood
From roles in Mud-blood from
Roles in Mud-blood
Every seizure hit's me like the
L between it's crushed thumbs
Chicago likes me better as a maniac
Facts dissent
Ice pick Oedipus to Genesis and back again
I fight God with syringes plucked from
Cornfields marked with endless cycles-
Once a friend
Always one repenting toward an empty shell
I guess life was but that
Iron fist I coordinated dream-like
A marionette spelunking the cable box
- with green lights!
You know that I'm not dripping off
The canvass - what a precedent
Streamliners with jagged edges strolling
Through my exodus
Guess that I'm not cool enough to
Frogger with the fourth estate
Anti-dwellers loitering the chorus scratch
The sore embrace as we mine the bunkers out
The black market sewer mutant
Pedigree, I slow dance for these
Padawans to rest in peace
That's what it takes for two
To Django under siege
Carpe diem! Carp a DM's flashback
To the Touch of Eve
Colored hands will squeeze unless
You seize them, Ask the Trump Machine
Whose motor functions break down
Without booze, oil, And cash cow disease
Myopia embellishes the forefront
The soldiers armed with semi-auto dreams
Streamed from the warrants
On a dusty digital profile
Shadowed in the blacklight
The difference between war and bleak
Existence blurs the line
Between the ghetto and it's
Merchandise, yes sir, I am baptized
The magpie crushed between one
Paradise will answer transcribed-
From a ferry to a man up
Down the Stygian lust capsized
And now surrounds Aguirre splicing
Spearman with a gadfly
For future reference: postmodernist art
Protrudes the mind's eye
Through Cupid's Rolodex infused
With philters bit from prime time
Every single story ever
Told rewrites existence
And every single morning I am
Choked in spite of expense
My life requires indent
Not a caregiver's surveillance
There's plenty space to quarter OPs and
Feed them at the cadence
(Feed them at the motherfucking cadence
Feed them at the cadence)
If memory persisted zigging zags
Through the brick trainyard
I'd puff the Voodoo teaching gremlins
Stickball with it's safeguard
I'm not a social tragedy
But flirting with pariah
Whose passing merit's privilege in the
Form of glib Goliath
Disrobed, it's color schemes and cloaks
Beyond the bleak horizon and inside
It's choking up the intimacy's silence
I don't know where I've been or what
I'm told will be the future- for America
I just know I'm in love with my hysteria
Spoilers: it's the paradigm projected
Into fairy dust i'm not afraid to die
I just want life to be the marriage clause
Try to be a good person giving
Up his name to fill
The small government with stained empiricism
Near to prison
Nothing ever changes on the bottom rung
Strung by
Fucking demagogues and other forms of
Arson on the kessel run


Shut up i'm on top of world: one
Two three i got the girl
I curl on the doctor's fourth
And life is but a dream that unstoppably
Can not control my octave's born
The troubleshoot is bust a load
With needles through my mistletoes
And sheep that roam the holodeck like
Preachers on their tippy prose
Who am i not to know- (i know that fuck)

Existence projects it'self
Through multi-channeled
Bridges to ostensible ends
I carry Freud's movement through the
Fire and out toward zen
Manifestly disestablished from the gridlock
Why did I ask myself to exist?
Everywhere I look is an opaque
Mirror obligated to reflect
A distorted prejudice that I buy to destroy
If I kept it locked up in my chest
It'd either overflow or
Spontaneously combust
I technically did this is pretentious
I am a shadow of my
Psyche, the thoughts I project
And the audience's interpretation: a
Claque then repression
The second I realized that I'm caught
Between a clap and candor
I patch up my insecurities with a
Tourniquet and a sowing needle
I am an anthropomorphic American
Flag from Chicago
I am an American flag from Chicago
I am an American flag i am from Chicago

I'm fitting to jest, my
Riveting pivot collects, The inning at rest
Ripping the test, sitting
With crippling debt
Love is the Polar Express
Ode to the specs that fester my
Pupils and scruple to pledge, Cupel of lead
Bugle impressions of rootled
Groundhogs, sound off
Found God in the fog: he was screwing a frog


Prince of Darkness arson farcing
Brides and marking province
With a checkered flag, ripped
From baron's pockets
Stitched with shived Colossus
Rigid profit's, the kingpin of unconscience
Sips my dreams from Bottle Rockets
Lugging quarters out the automat
Briar Patch delinquent inking angels
Onto fourth walls
My wings could never pioneer those
Fortunes to a court call
So when the jury's hung
I puppeteer a poet's lost cause
Enveloped by duality, lights out
In this heaven, Please
Eyebrow of the elegy, die down in the phalanx
My larynx will identify with Bingo
At the cave's length
Tailing echo chambers spangle plains
Of pots and pans
Dead reversed from evolution's prawny
Grasp of common man call for revolution
Strewn disdainfully in heckles
The allegory catawampus, wildfire spectacle
Portions allocated to the denizens of Xanadu
Silver tongue plus golden gun makes war
A token avenue

An Ubermensch in manacles
Will gallivant Atlantis
With a carousel's kaleidoscopic
Easel spinning avarice
Enamel calls for penetration
Laureate a sanction
And enamoring the plexiglass-
A "graceful" demonstration
So round up all the
Casques Amontillado painted yellow
These catacombs
Or "Silk Roads" will serve
To reign the skeletons
I drew out of the telesis
To shimmy on the testament
These Telamon trapezes tear the
Frameshift off their sedatives
My closet swarmed with Ultraviolent
Peaceniks out realpolitik
Once I am convinced the Ark will crash
I'll salvage rhetoric
To open up that mortuary
Parlor spinning rainbows
Out of cutthroats that rot away
Their evil every brushstroke