------------------------- [ I. Overture: Bass Guitar Sonata ] [ II. Dreamscape I ] Witness a planetoid which voided checksum hath whitened and brittled its seabed to gypsum skiffled debris tapestrying the quartzal chernobilithe formations agleaming like Fezzan's sand at midnight so much that its halo still sprouts its silouhette still brackish on a pentasegmented floor tiles fit for ballo I am aware that - long ago it smelt of coral flare and windying whistles felt still lively at the time of perfect past in which earthly life wasn't yet a scribbled cast There was a huge puddle whose refrain was turquoise spring breakers fastly feasting Jerkmas Stochastic scholars partying until their wreckish count the above line to extract the semanticly value lost among its current spiraling franticly yeah! Logical Criptic Anagogical isomorphical de-normed, hahaha, surrealist panegiric Witness a young woman in her twenty-two solstices a citoplasmic bud docked from Alpi's Veglia quarters and Marsiglia's sibilline faculty in search of romance in transhumance like a lost brown-haired Heidi but adult-y made with two bronze cups labelled "80C" two Magritte's light synthesizers in glance beige slightly tanned fine plush -- let me place her burden in her nerd real beguilt-ed stance of shyness and self-knit misfit-ted Yes, self-blamed -- you're out of entropy chanted her comrades in the basalt aula-magna's whose perentory columns echoed the Carfagnas of her girls whom betailed with extropy- inspired tycoons of the kind who blush when they raise typhoons round the geoid in tropical havens whose hue is Sapphiroid yet she succeeded - graduated cum laude let's unleash a solo then -- Sapere Aude I despise nifty slades - and Lemonade's rhythm sections were wildly flat and inadequate all big lush shuffles that would not shut our current purgatorian scuffles wack lives matter to which degree? I can't fetch me no love despite my filligree from the Web to Zurich and even Lucerna searching for humpsters from pub to pub to taverna ending penniless apathic selfishness Aristotles has sealed my state of perishness How on the earth would the search for cognitive function fullfill my duty if idioticly pornitive badminton Mussolinis are elevated to the rank of Washington politeness feels a failure to me - firin' Here I am, here I stand, panting to fold you After this Jezebel's rant and crise-de-nerf Ghazal I'm in a shrine where alcohol is smeared in glasses that are reversed-conic persevered in binging -- and folic acid could be smelt off the attendants harnessed in white attire and Paco-Robaron pendants pelt black pants and Tahitian old wreath flaccid patriarchs burping their gold teeth compressed the oxygen in this marble gallery all stolen faces whose life values are ancillary to the celsius of success - oh Voilà! Had you ever met the Count De Arbois? Following an Ellipsis' coitus I have met the other side of the Conde Arboitus a Confalonyeri addict to finance Brits after helicopters swimsuits and bleeps like me - mine now retrohired in said suit an Ursula Hepburn turning round three helix chopter blades - in pursuit of the thrills of the moment by them Lord Felix I'm a Rubber-Pirates' scuba Yo-Yo'ed three meters above the sky in a Cuba- alike skybox - jump and roam afloat a millimiter higher than the sea's foam its thrill excites me - sniff but a maneuver squashed my jaw on a rock riff my visage is a bleeding pomegrane a gallopping Gross Fugue among a pulsing pain I'm not enjoying my injuries - my eavesdropper my brainy judgement must be in reversed doppler yet I assure yinz that I'm kidnapped in site by the furor of this sadistic façade by my heli driver - the count - the hangman for whom I have to thank the tropics are turning my fangland the emoglobin impregnates my swimming corset and he repeats the feat in a crescendo of Risset the more he hits me the more I lube I must be demented at lightspeed per cube but the mess he's giving me feels like energy compared to the past two years of endemic letargy ------------------------------------------------------- [ III. Kom-Promise Century (FlashForward) ] This is a fanfare for the brethrens busy partying in a virtual restaurant assuring the appetite that growls slicing all certainties - now curry fowls are served and so dost yer pathos which swerved its own purpose - the dour devoured turkey aboard the MightFlower is dismembered among the quacker machos who are a Caravaggio with the fruit punnet sworn by a worm scornful full of gunite yellin' temporary remedy slogans to be crotched I'm very sorry maiden but this palliative is notched here they smile waving flags in a mirage dressing underneath a heroic camouflage to drive hopelesness in the tip of the screw- driver but the shriners lie and chew getting photographed to issue tv-stamps whose focal tissue is squaloring in its cramps orthography rules dull laws of menschevism enacted to appease who is weary of cataclism so the armrest warriors are thus plagarized to lend their faith and control to whom is jeopardized don't wait for saviors wake up and serialize you've become a carbon copy of the Kom-Promise! ------------------------------------------------------- [ IV. Dreamscape II ] My dear Robin Hood - Occitan Aga-Memno-noe I'm wet of blood from hair to cameltoe I'm rescued by that Billy waiter from the delirium glad to peel your back - Miriam description incoming The waitress' name is Lucinda ramens light brown and a meow's ears hairbanda abovementioned wardrobe strict dress code the Bond witch licking the photocathode deep blue peepers with a mascara hyper a shape not unlike a mountain viper nail polish of the kind to provide a popper burst of a thrizen seconds - get over Still with the rubber band from my flight I go to wash off the blight in a birch sauna emptied of the villa's typical derailed fauna Mary's Mayhem - do not hold envy I stand as Mom's made me the steam gets dense and so the heatening and I'm annoyed by all the carnal blithering [fake small singing] bye bye [fake small singing] ... but something kicks my spine in a fraction of a heartbeat I have to cope with the weird excitement brought about by that rope in my hands an elastic dark rattlesnake hydro-dynamic lineament which feels so supple he slides my skin in its adaptive lithe caressing his shape makes swollen my grapple close my mirrors on contraire my mouth - I blithe I ought to overcome my inner hurdle slide on me - and I wish to girdle my sexy waiste make the entrance deck yet I'm inspired by the pressure on my neck my fissure sweats from joy - boy I flounder sound my entrance plumbs and gets punder! All of a sudden the six cornered room wavers my pleasure rattles like a pair of windsavers the showers now drip like a new age temple my python engulfs me - oh yes almost strangle my veins in this metaphisical Jacuzzi here appears the Lucinda on a Moto Guzzi uniform with her breasts out in pair I'm glad you offered for my repair there's a Stygian Rhine you ought to haste waitress get supine and I shall wet on thee my waste yes I know c'è una mania a-trophia but I'd like to galvanize your Saint Sofias what shall excite me is not the act I foster but the story ya shall feed to the Count monster but by this point the stargate has fled I did not notice that my privities had bled or at least I though - some thin thing is in linger how did I bit off my left little finger? [Screaming horribly] ------------------------------------------------------- [ V. Dreamscape III ] Was the hotspring sealed? Or shut firmers? ...The crowd murmurs that Eastern Mary and her jugular's too reddish she must be in love with some kind of... no, bad word after so much itemization atomization and manicure do not wonder a girl gets in love with her furniture inanimate is safer and rake-up the fact that only falling motions can make it break-up What a break-up song - my darling a History of bad music whose fetishes are crumbling Before you blame my pherhormone I was bound to studies - a booky Hermione chasing the dragon throughtout all Gamelot infinitively falling in loop along a Mandelbrot I was not keen on cigs and speeding but afraid of rapture rape and interbreeding now you know I know of my faultery terrain of pebbler tempted by bloggers who are Ekans-Oil peddlers digital artifacts that make me feel like midgets thus I've chopped off two more left-hand digits [Screaming beastly] I woke up in a state defined as hypnagogical yes I know all of this smells illogical solve the alembic I've found my pinky and my middle on a dish of ceramic brownish vomit on both my breasts the handlers half bitten and perhaps digested I felt the need of help from Lucinda's osmosis only to ask my fallen angel to provide me a prothesis a mixture of self-hatred and allegorical tribadism an extreme act of endocannibalism I'd rather vanquish but I harmed myself to punish an untidy girl's fetish I threw a punch at my intestine glutton 'cause I desired a stapler's pince on my belly button so that my esteem could be legit as my late graduation feels almost a counterfeit in the eyes of my sibling whom enoyed the luxury of a stable couple of parents - while Fosbury jumps is what I had to perform shall I still call your political correctness the norm? Yes call me pervert slut and amputee but now approvation means no shit to me! Yet her childish parade of laments assumed precisely the shallowness of empty garments so much intellectuality - these bestial masons adorned in their self-devised empty apartheid blasons despite all the ripe claims of caramel I ought no sympathy to societies that are parallel to the rest of nonpersons sustaining this global farce - these leets ain't different from your slum's hobos Yes a global bidonville of vice erupted from boredom and for which lower classes had been corrupted and disdain all self-proclamed batallions saviors blown do not ever mingle those psychoted porks' gowns you can stack all credentials looks and temper yet only direct birth makes you their Memember cast off all bluffs and worthless hostility I don't fucking believe anymore in class mobility the only mobility noblety has devised is how much filth cascades to the point we drown despised is how much psichosis cascades to the point we drown despised is how much post-truth or so-called art cascades to the point we drown despised narcisism manipulation and sadistic injurying be advised are the only mobility poverty with royalty has condivided Shall the profane or the sacred make me cherish? I'd rather both extractions to fucking perish! and I shall end this pathetic epigram... The inconsistent protagonist was lynched at random by a homeless arsonist a modern Ulysses of illusions and debts that had to be paid back in sake of these depts that ask so much to its wage-slave pillars as long as eurodollars stage convulsions to willards did you enjoy your outing by Count Arboit? now that you're moribund lavic scarlet at Pois smile at me dead baby smile and let considered that your finest wish has finally been delivered And now the crickets intone her requiem...

------------------------- Fourty-eight years old of consumpt dark agony I'm a self-confessed proletarian Mark Anthony presumptuous deflated since a bastard circumflex is what rains on thee when you're busy making sex Antiquarian whose matress is in strained departure my whole journey is to suffer and suffocate in sulphure serum in Siemens and semen in vino veritas which resulted in my teen offshoot Margherita's a folksinger dreampop ginger my female version who can't grasp the meaning of my submersion I must find my missing rib before curfews the oyster might close forever her bivalve's screws as my usual Messalina is locked down in Sicily and she cannot slither in my cove that easily Pan and Venus - Van and Penis - peril waits ahead nonetheless my glans is febrile so meanwhile the tune is played by my Indie I shall drive to the camp of a would-be Sindi to fecth me a pretty white bitch that hypes me Objectifin'... Grab the B.M.W. which is still in its lease subpriming four wheels for my concrete caprice grease an orifice in its virginal beauty driving sperm home in its full mannish duty yes I'm a nymph - a perirural satire strivin' alive in the slump brownish quagmire A Gen.X meteorite in blight whose humor is sorbat-al and longing for its eccentric excitement orbital my wife had a tumor gave me guilt and forster she went ill at the ward due to repeated burster acquitted on good wealth - found a nymphette from the South Noon and made her my serviette the room was adjacent to my daughter's dormitory feel free to sculpt down to my own orbitory that the slut and I made our sexy billings while the flesh of my blood heard our proceedings The impostress' posture was in no less plight ideally flashing off the wall her butterfly obscured and manacled by the office's silk tie Objectifin'... Don't blink your arse these thing are abitual having the hardware for my voodoobilly ritual I reach and slip in the camp hub which sports flying volt cables and bathtubs abandoned amid the stinky jeans clothespinned around the shrines of prostitution and pimps "Official merge bine! Come va bel figliuol? Welcome to the wooden stage of the Grand Guignol! Today here I have a last minute special snooker a seven years old whore - a non-fungible hooker!" She scrolls her t-shirt reveals her tiny udders but I'm not that Herode and a child's bladders freezes my nymphnode - "I've got a twat whose cloche has been soiled by some dirty pot she's seventeen dot nine - a nifty flake so you can blow the candles of her birthday cake!" I lay him six yellows - a month's wage but that's okay to get rid of my lubric rage But, please, hood her skull to mortify her Objectifin'... I wait in my cabin left in half-astonishment C'mon you communists shovel me in admonishment I am equipped with Viagra, chocolate of butter and a sterling bleached oxidized box cutter cocaine in my nostrils and to torment madam's I have smuggled in a tube seventeen micrograms of 2CB smeared in lubiglide cream pessaric and I know this experience is getting cathartic A fantastic Trap warmed by the car's battery the bees peared so her entrails can get fluttery I wait for my fleech to be escorted by the grunt so that in forty minutes it can boil her cunt! Here she shows drawn by the captain's capstan and she's worth the purchase made by Gadsen her wasp-shaped tits are stiffing my member her groin's hair dancing like lively embers hooded and covered that young gallows' witch bend your ass available and now be my hitch and I drive my peninsula in her waste port Signifyin' -- Objectifin'... I am a benedectine amid all the derelicts of the province who look for wet ass tangas and in a wrestling thrust as a black mambas I'm chocking her neck so that her butt constricts the Sindi is watching --- What a glare! Imperscrutable as the equations of Poincarè since shitting astir upright ain't that chic I smear some Escobar on the tip of my Priapic so that her filthy ass may burn in blazement I'm amid a powder raptus - a sex embezzlement let's remove the hood to get a close focus pointing my box cutter amid my wrath coitus on the sophomore's troath pretending simpler that she's the next victim of Jack the Ripper but the glitched sibling tweets as an ostrich ... ... the bitch is my offspring. [pause] Like a pair of fiends awash in morphine They went home without whispering a morpheme crying bitter pearls in abominable regret sharing the pain and the horrible secret knowing that he would lose his child's custody both have to covet this tragisexual prosody "I am a rapist incest and my semen's a destitute" no one shall mistreat her or his prostitute without the consent and even more the awareness of what will happen next - as impairedness succeeds as you philosomatize Epicure Now the brass traffic lights quickly mature as Elektra and her dad curl home on caddy "I was itching for your body love, daddy! Aren't we symbols of freedom and progress?" "Yes, progress toward death driven by the prowess of pretending to be sixteen all life long swimming in white lies white heat to dethrone a [responsability, sic] childhood we never had but cohorted all goes wrong 'cause stupidity can be afforded..."

------------------------- [The composition itself is in 3 acts, many of the lyrics were improvised. Here is the transcription] << ACT 01 >> We slope down the slope we slope down we slope down slope down the slope the rail slope down we rail down slope the rail down derail we down rail the rail derail down the rail trail the derail trailin' down trailin' the rail down trail let the rail trail the derail in the rail's trail rainin' down trail derailin' the rain in down trail rainin' the rail in town brain derailin' the rainin' gown drain the remain brain goin' down now neu new neu new now new now neu now new neu new neu now neu now new we now won down new we'd dew dew weed win now wow dew weed weed dew new win dew weed wow windows get slashed as ceases the crowd get slashed as ceases the crowd windows slashed as ceased the crowd windows get red as the crowd gets slashed there red there red there red there repeat the pear repeat the pear red there there red red there you repeat the pean that defeats respect! ------------------------------------------- << ACT 02 >> Prosody's cunning / regress's prowling psychopaths gleaming / press bros crowding I dare you to thrill freely / I dare to shrill! Rearlights are panning in fever - and fervor tremors raising alarming split between revenge and Tramadol Who's the puppeteer of cataclysm? Hailstorms of narcissism they inflate and explode like butane when they realize that their dreampipes do not exist dare to shrill! Stem's been sliced since the new buds were stomped thin as flat as the Equinox that's gazed by Retro-Utopists You have fear of being left behind progress... ------------------------------------------- << ACT 03 >> I feel the wind is leading us somewhere where it ain't so [easy? ndr] Never decouple phisical virtual whimsical bubble is getting procedural residual phobias of getting left behind raise shadows that unwind nostalgic retrotopias as mad analgesical mass evangelical kill juvenile sums for what they presume to be a threat to intimacy ice mint and serenpidity blame mankind's own frailties rather than Xrill Icon Valley! -------------------------------------------

------------------------- Eco Unripe DentriVentral we ought adaptation your positions are fetal a shortage of coolants and He-deas are filthier all defying innovation Vegans versus Brent's Haram atoms cout so TaxProm burns us out Neo-Puritans ain't courtlier in the name of Right-Most Pedal you prophanate Zaptification for BioMasses Coal Plants Saharized in drought and you grow thirstier! Our age is menstrual EuroPacifist tide slidin' past keyholes braying in neutrist pride Imposters on their phones deluge's gonna perdural this smells Enigma how much rage stygma trees race and Prisma! Science and contours split among two poles trustbuilding tools galores! Deliberation requires knowledge and inquires no pastry pinstripe gripe yinz praise pins' menestrel leant on a frail pedestal no roads back to pastoral and you grow thirstier! Our heroes blew like crippled Majin-Boos lost in deprecation spirit of adaptation slumbered in luxury back-flipping Fosburies Bloomsbury business tempted by the easiness of having served meals by klepto mafia deals prophesizing miracles ignoring their Damocles' rapiers bent downwards their heritage's spines for decades in line re-treating like cowards! Beware of whom bloats to sacrifice more goats! And you grow thirstier!

------------------------- This is a fanfare for the brethrens busy partying hard in a virtual restaurant assuring the appetite that builds and growls slicing all certainties - now curry fowls are dismembered - and so is yer pathos which swerved its own sick purpose - like the dour devoured turkey aboard the MightFlower is dismembered among the quacker machos C'm on! I struggle! to carve a meaning frozen sperm asteroids balooning in the bulwarks of a pulsar would still imprint a concise futhark solving the dead end of my weaning Yeah! What a dign sermon! (what were we saying?) Oh yeah, Sophocles and Zannunte in Palermo since I find no blessing in my salty Margarita I shall declaim that a stout funky Chikorita must be the responsable for the century's plot It's a zeitgeist in thee brain and brown apricot propaganda for the flats is appealing and diluted 'cause for its ramblings a silly hope is sculpted in the void textination of the snobbed lodgers in the Former First World that rests hopeless But this quantistic spectra is ionized and exchanged as reality stuffed in a sardinesque range "We must revolt the Ionosphere" said the Fasciston measuring his loathing as he digests his Halcyon Gotta simulate your death, Trimalchion! Don't fetch me your unhappiness thus fuck you I'm sick of preaching poaching and nailing Manzonian Gridas that hail what's quarrelative everyone's reality is subjective and relative I shall point out how in richness and bolshevity dignity is shrunk and then your life is aimless you're thus manipulated unlike who is penny-claim-less an unintended consequence of lotta beer and longevity Gotta be Queer and grab the magnifizer beyond the oceans of scares and autistic Pfizers the azimuth of happiness rests in the persistence of who has to conquer her or his own existence! It's a Kompromise century to keep you exude the twelve shirts of Hercules that conclude the yearly budget required for the banquets leaving you emptied even of your light sockets It's a Kompromise century to rake in your greed bellowed by the envy of any fellow who fares better if rescaled from your point of thought consider for an instant what Einstein wrought your wealth is dogmatized as guaranteed and anyone's happiness is in yer frightmares thus marketing's a swindle that simulates your purpose of gaining pleasure - it stimulates a pulsing neuron constituting your circuitry of nerves propulsing innate hostilitry that's what rains on the mundanes - once the importance of your daily work wanes in this bolshevik pigsty where steely cogs were replaced by any person I know - logs talk of plots supposed to melt lies and Ritalins yet you retain your search for Vitamins in a world of heroes who snatch the esteem is anything left to John Doe and Jane Lee? for all the struggles and the kyloblythes is the merit of the masters' -- or is it mine? No creature is left that used to be humble thus piggies in the farm strangle and grumble and tusk off the kids the siblings the cohorts and you seek results in dates and drugs snorts a Kompromise Century of sand staples and fracking that will crumble once you widen your framing! Laws of yawns the harmonica overdraws justicialism slices with its clover claws the neural web which has been nourished by paranoid notions that have flourished due to a drought of satisfaction and calm that has lead people to pogroms - the haulm of the carnivore political pelican - is the fact you've been indoctrinated like an animal yes tamed - groomed to abnormality your reactions are scripted in automation mislead by burgundians approaching putrefaction so beware of the crowd and its vulgar bestiality they implant bombs and are blown unrespectables they shovel shit swords throw rot vegetables the world's neither insignas nor anathemas it does not need a savior but a fucking boiling edema thus remember that for each mad dictator there's a handful of minions in his amphitheatre partycratic dipshits with their hypocrite manifestos will we rise again or left afloat in the maelstrom? Tolerance is not in their phrase pamphlet coast they only help the crook that suits them most... ----------------------------- [ II. & You Grow Thirstier (Reprise) ] As old snout and ampoule cross the concrete acqueduct river shrinkers for joule "Why is our Hamlet corrupt?" Not the sole "'cause" my Bronte the saga of success interrupt as each cub turns a mole under peer from trophies of previous rips of Comde for parables we gallop pole position quagmire exponential gold required but the net worth is hollow the sad tale for us fishes is the stockpile of guishes the inherital burden that burns orphans into copycats of whom was most loathed 'cause Mankind's overrated! ----------------------------- [ III. Birth of a SpamBot Nation ] [ Procedural Music ] ----------------------------- [ IV. Pillows Upon Her Mind (Reprise) ] Table rounded in my fable - disciple! In the end the principle the participle Foxhound so declared in icicle decibels guys and madmoiselles I've brewed all muscatels chaffinch and verdins extinguished augmented by the drowning and diminished pinched and convented no burdens for the condom - as we were grown among toys to the point we have become them imperfect patiens sickened by our uneven steps pests fed on displeasure, a bug crop for Marzipan's hut hungry of lies that drop on us from contagious endless preps for perfection vivisection, a bipedal pasturization in a Penrose escalation Self-made slaves - way worse sorority time-lending humans are now a throw-away commodity Software is a sophisticated sabotage a nursery panopticon to make the master's mirages replace and substitute your dreams and pleasure under the threats of lock-outs and yer data erasure you're submitted by your compliance no wonder now there is no more room for science teens appliance - disinformation lobbies do we fight for freedom or for your offshore moneys? Absynthium planetoid which voided checksum has whAItened and brittled its seabed to gypsum skiffled debris tapestrying the quartzal chernobilithe formations agleaming like Fezzan's sand at midnight so much that its halo still sprouts its silouhette flatly narrow on a pentasegmented floor tiles fit for ballo I am aware that - it will no longer smell of coral flare and windying whistles fell incinerating everyone in a nucleotidal blast was Earthly life worth our scribbled cast? Yes.

----------------------------------------------------------- [Originally, it was an extremely long composition exceeding 70 minutes. Lyrics and composition sheets were completed, yet it was never recorded in full due to the project running out of funds and time due to the Czar's inflation, the Czar's war in Europe, and the previous Pandemic. Eventually, shall the Czar of all Mafias be ousted and the war end and 30 years of worldly mediocrity end with it, I shall resume and complete the recording of this composition in some way. Therefore, only the featured lyrics are included here.] ----------------------------------------------------------- (Section 2/12) Feeble fancy fumnambule flops varaneous villains Palace Psy-Ops push to plushfication and dogma tan to the whims of wage and blazing Pan homogeneous syntagmas o' polar troth ominous intrigues worth of de-growth a Trismegistus embossed on Ianus coins whose tails enrail their investors' groins! Germs guns guano - and companion Famine in all their confessions they all seem papaline to me - from Moscow to Frisco to Pecking paternal energumens with all answers ready! The real breakthrough ain't half heritage but the profit-seeking self-espionage! Catch the Clues... To fight is to bargain for nosebled styptic a predictable hundrednium of the opaquelyptic push and peddle for the next semester's Darbula in order to barter a sad felicity formula a fabrecated voracity vomited from machinations of hasteless hoodlums throning their tin altair paravoid procrastinations the moonditching of their lunacy in pitch of prayer snoozed by the myth en-aped by worshippers apoteoozing their romancesmith! This Homo Fapiens twirling scrimmage is the shore toeprints on the paucalverse's image yet yer ephemeral justice is psaltuary all bipedal convulsions are just demi-voluntary nodes and podromes for the cosmos' cues Catch the clues... Todo gusta dolente y insàpido Querer es poder solo en cuanto sea vàlido -- en el pàlido disque cuyo ocèanos anglicanos reflejon la fiebre espacial de baricèntros lejanos -- se encuentra el perdiò razonamiento de una humandad colapsada en su auto-islamiento -- estoy distante - quarenta parsecs desde el mundo en el que nada es bastante --- nada y nadie podrà coincidir con cada voluntad -- por lo tanto se homologa la humandad con la esperanza y matanza que cada deseo plùmbeo -- sea lo mismo para cada plebeyo de cualquiera preferencia cereo obsidìanoso y lùteo --- un reflexivo prescrito epiceyo. (Section 12/12: guitar quartet instrumental)