Music

Below is the theatrical layout of the songs from Part One of the Centrifugal Satz Clock. Click on the rows to view additional information, like performance credits, and lyrics transcriptions.

Song Location Song Title Lyrics & Performers
1. Overture Google Earth click here
Narrator:
Google Earth will capture the sunlight
Take you on a trip in the dead of night
Over the mountains
Across the sea
To chase the wind

Google Earth will capture the starlight
Take you where your heart leads your life
In emotion
Across the story
To find your vision
To chase the wind

And I can’t see the shapes of
The forces while they’re moving
I’m just a part of an ever steady flow
Now there’s someone somewhere else
Who’s in motion or is missing
They will mix with me in
A purpose that will grow

Google Earth will capture the sunlight
Take you where there is only dark night
The heat of Rangoon
Across the Arctic
To chase the wind

And I hide all the sorrow
Of moments then surrendered
Cast out a line to the island
Of my dream
Wake to a fantasy
An offer that was tendered
Using these maps
To plan out my special scene

Google Earth will capture the sunlight
Take you on a trip in the dead of night
Over the mountains
Across the sea
To chase the wind

Google Earth will capture the starlight
Take you where your heart leads your life
In emotion
Across the story
To find your vision
To chase the windTo find your vision
To chase the wind

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Vocals – Steve Kusaba
Guitars – Steve Kusaba
Keyboard – Steve Kusaba
Bass – Ed Goldfarb
Drums – Jason Mielke
2. Barrow Barrow click here
Narrator:
Embrace the treeless ground below
Tremble before the sound of snow
And wind

Light, light and darkness pull us all
Here with the rocks and clouds
The Elemental Man

Gordon:
Here, here at Barrow’s hostile hand
I, I am Elemental Man
Social creature now emerging (man)
Pillar of the community (man)
To the abyss we all journey
Prepare for the
Elemental Man

The trigger frozen hard
My blood is still
The wake of life
The creature breathing near

The glory of mankind
Imposing will
Upon the universe
The Elemental Man

The hunter shoots his pray
The bear cries out in pain
A second wounding shot
From Elemental Man

Narrator:
Your heart sinks below the frozen mud
Stand, stand before the sight of snow and wind (blood)
Strength never has to reconcile (it has poured through history)
Now Gordon Brown will smile
The Elemental Man

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Narrator Vocals – Steve Kusaba
Gordon Vocals – Timothy Carter
Background Vocals – Emilie Jensen
Guitar – Steve Kusaba
Keyboard- Steve Kusaba
Bass – Steve Kusaba
Drums – Jason Mielke
3. Yellowknife Saint Ra I click here
Narrator:
Saint Ra
Whose helpers are so many
Influential talking heads
Flatterers and sycophants

Saint Ra
No mercy granted any
Sent from Hades
To serve the workers
Of the plan

What’s a bureaucrat to do but steal?
Embezzle and the loot with fanatical zeal
What’s a bureaucrat to do but steal?

Saint Ra
Whose wealth is far from empty
Hires for peanuts
Violent men
Carry out the discipline

What’s a bureaucrat to do but steal?
Embezzle and the loot with fanatical zeal
What’s a bureaucrat to do but steal?

What’s a bureaucrat to do but steal?
Embezzle and the loot with fanatical zeal
What’s a bureaucrat to do but steal?

Saint Ra
No mercy granted any
Sent from Hades
To serve the workers
Of the plan

Ice road truckers
I welcome you today
For the ‘H’
Help us now
Help us now

Saint Ra
Whose helpers are so many
Empty suits
And soft shoe men
Born obedient unto death

Saint Ra
No mercy granted any
Sent from Hades
To serve the workers
Of the plan

What’s a bureaucrat to do but steal?
Embezzle and the loot with fanatical zeal
What’s a bureaucrat to do but steal?

What’s a bureaucrat to do but steal?
Embezzle and the loot with fanatical zeal
What’s a bureaucrat to do but steal?

Ice road truckers
I welcome you today
For the ‘H’
Help us now
Help us now

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Vocals – Steve Kusaba
Guitars – Steve Kusaba
Keyboard – Steve Kusaba
Bass – Steve Kusaba
Drums – Jason Mielke
Synths – Steve Kusaba
Yellowknife Crowd click here
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Wilson – Steve Kusaba
Particpants – Adam Mielke;
Bella Schwartz;
Jason Mielke;
Lenna Habbeshaw;
Maria Anton
4. Juneau Hunting and Fishing (Buddies) click here
Narrator:
‘Cause a hunting and a fishing
Is their favorite thing
‘Cause a hunting and a fishing
Is their favorite thing
They scheme and sing

Oh but a hunting and a fishing
Is their favorite thing
Hunting and a fishing
Is their favorite thing
They scheme and sing
Gordon and Wilson

Oh a hunting and a fishing
Is their favorite thing
‘Cause a hunting and a fishing
Is their favorite thing
They scheme, write memes
Gordon and Wilson

Narrator + Wilson:
Domination
Domination
Domination
Set in domination
Is what they always dream

Domination
Domination
Domination
Is what they always dream
Kings of pseudo
A legislative bureau

Domination
Moral chiaroscuro
The public thinks their right

Narrator:
That is because
A hunting and a fishing
Is their favorite thing
‘Cause a hunting and a fishing
Is their favorite thing
They scheme and sing

Oh but a hunting and a fishing
Is their favorite thing
Hunting and a fishing
Is their favorite thing
They scheme and sing
Gordon and Wilson

Wilson:
Give me the lure
Don’t be obscure

Gordon:
The lure is Vegas
The ‘S’ for ‘silly girl’
We rule the ocean
Let’s conquer all the world

Wilson:
It’s a river we rule
So don’t you be a
Silly boy
We use the law
Weapon of choice

Gordon:
Just put the letters
In the place that I choose
We’ll rule the ocean
Let’s conquer all the world

Narrator + Gordon:
A hunting and a fishing
Is our favorite thing
A hunting and a fishing
Is their favorite thing
A hunting and a fishing
Is their favorite thing
A hunting and a fishing
Is their favorite thing

A hunting and a fishing
Is their favorite thing
A hunting and a fishing
Is their favorite thing
They scheme and sing
Gordon and Wilson

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Narrator Vocals – Olivia Maughan
Wilson Vocals – Steve Kusaba
Gordon Vocals – Timothy Carter
Guitars – Steve Kusaba
Keyboard – Ed Goldfarb
Bass – Steve Kusaba
Drums – Jason Mielke
5. Calgary Common Lady click here
Narrator:
Common Lady
Moves so ably
After Common Sam
The life adviser
Helps their life by drawing diagrams

Common Lady
Isn’t shady
In her common plans
She reads the email
Memorizing every word of spam

All day long
They’re living in a song
Held together by annoyance
And their common bond
They’re rolling in the beer and peanuts
As their lust gets strong

Average Sam
Loves courting average Pam
The television show
Can help the mind with its program
They’re kissing as their fingers
Slip and squash into the yams

Common Lady acts resistant
To the moves of Sam
As long as he stays common
She will let him be the man

Faithfully they clean the house
‘Till it is spick and span
And follow all the rules and laws
That stoke the frying pan

All day long
They know that something’s wrong
They snack on cheese and chips
And wrestle for the last ding-dong
The world is changing fast
Yet they will both still go along

Bound by reason
The logic of our choice
Now and then
It can make us lose our voice
Maybe there’s a common thread
That runs throughout us all

Common Lady
Moves so ably
After to Common Sam
His fingers are so sexy
Just like ten miniature hams

They look deep in each other’s eyes
And click on the musak
Then turn off CNN and hobble
Off to hit the sack

All day long
They think of what they had
And thinking much too long
Will make them both so very sad
Their saving grace is that they
Both have learned how to forget

All day long
We’re sure that they’re well fed
And if you’d have to choose
It’s better than being well read
They’re drenched in pudding
Yet they keep on shaking up the bed

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Vocals – Steve Kusaba
Guitars – Steve Kusaba
Piano – Ed Goldfarb
Bass – Steve Kusaba
Drums -Jason Mielke
Percussion – Ed Goldfarb
Synths – Ed Goldfarb
6. Vancouver Good Will Force click here
Anika:
I’m a potent
Good will force at work
I’m a potent
Good will force at work

Narrator:
She uses Google Earth
To spread the light
Sweet band of radiance
Helping do right

Anika:
I’m a potent
Good will force at work
I’m a potent
Good will force at work

Narrator:
Serving the helpless
Easing their pain
Animal sheltered from rain
Striving to educate all
About how to win

How the images
Come in the night
A giant movement of man
Everyone on the pathway
To take up their role in the Satz

Anika:
I’m a perfect
Good will force at work
I’m a corn-fed
Good will force for man

Narrator:
Solving the problems
That torment the world
Google will point out the way
The dictionary will help
With what we should say

How the images
Come in the night
A giant movement of man

Anika:
Everyone on the pathway
To take of their role in the

Narrator:
See how the images
Come in the night
A giant movement of man

Anika:
Everyone on the pathway
To take of their role in
They take up their role in Satz

And Mary my daughter
Is distant from my heart
I love her yet we don’t connect
Someday together we’ll
Take down all the walls
Make life the way it should be
Make life the way it should be
Make life the way it should be
Make life as it should be
Yes Because

I’m a potent
Good will force at work
I’m a potent
Good will force on earth

Narrator:
She uses Google Earth
To spread the light
Sweet band of radiance
Helping do right

Anika:
I’m a potent
Good will force at work
I’m a potent
Good will force at work
I’m a potent
Good will force at work

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Narrator Vocals 1 – Emily Jensen
Narrator Vocals 2 – Steve Kusaba
Anika Vocals – Nicole Madison
Guitars – Steve Kusaba
Bass – Steve Kusaba
Keyboard – Steve Kusaba
Drums – Jason Mielke
7. Seattle Tendon click here
Wilson:
Whee!
All the money’s sitting idle
Waiting for my skillful hand

Whee!
All the money’s sent from voters
Into the plan

They’re told its what they need
We give them what they want
We take until they bleed
Resist us the cannot

Oh Whee!
We will dine upon their flesh
And taste their heart

Whee!
Using taxes, law, and stealth
We plum the depth

Whee!
How the back room suits us well
To do our deals

We feast upon their thigh
Let’s pass the salt and then
The meal is finally done
When we bite into the tendon

The meal is finally done
At the tendon

The joy in telling lies
Is only offset
By looking in their eyes
And see the trust we get
As we tell them how the banks
Need more cash

Whee!
The meal is finally done
At the tendon

See
How the public lets us fleece them
As they head to the grave

See
How the focus groups invent
The stupid words

The sentences aren’t long
They’re meant to fool the dumb
The meal is finally done
When we bite into the tendon

The meal is finally done
At the tendon

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Wilson Vocals – Steve Kusaba
Guitars – Steve Kusaba
Keyboard – Steve Kusaba
Bass – Edward Goldfarb
Drums – Jason Mielke
Violin – John Englund
8. Eatonville Killing Me Now click here
Wilson:
Killing me now
In all the right places
Passion’s touch
Could eliminate traces
That it’s killing me now
That it’s killing me now

Killing me now
With all the right stories
Drink the light
That feels auditory
It sings to me now
Oh it sings to me now

Killing me now
In all the right places
Scratch the itch I’ve had
Since I was born

Killing me now
With a thousand faces
Take the time to see
My meaning somehow

Oh you’re thrilling me now
You’re thrilling me now
You’re thrilling me now
You’re thrilling me now

Loving me now
In all the right places
Catch the tail
Of wild thrashing tiger
Who’s showing me how
Or is he killing me now

Touching me now
In all the right places
Run the film
Through dimensional spaces
It’s teaching me how
With some force here and now

Loving me now
In all the right places
The meter’s on
Don’t fail, reaching the top

Loving me now
In all the right places
The neon world is real
Real in the clouds

Oh, you’re loving me now
You’re killing me now
You’re loving me now
You’re killing me now
You’re loving me now
You’re killing me now
You’re loving me now

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Vocals – Steve Kusaba
Guitars – Steve Kusaba
Bass – Steve Kusaba
Keyboard – Edward Goldfarb
Drums – Jason Mielke
9. Yellowstone Centrifugal Satz Clock click here
Narrator:
Great clock synchronizing bell
Ring and the parts all move
True clock mystifying tell
Clue if it’s dark or light

Send all the players
Hurrying to go
View all the layers
A labyrinth below
Moving as if its from a single thought
Gears in the great Satz Clock

Great and mighty clock synchronizing bell
Ring and the parts all move
Great and might clock mystifying tell
Clue if its dark or light

Two or million rational or not
No reptilian impulses forgot
Follow instincts from the age of rock
Gears in the great Satz Clock

Tick tock (tick tock)
Tick tock (tick tock)
Tick tock (time to go boom)
Centrifugal clock (Centrifugal clock)
Centrifugal clock (Centrifugal clock)

Great clock synchronizing bell
Ring and the parts all move
True clock mystifying tell
Clue if it’s dark or light

Send all the players
Hurrying to go
View all the layers
A labyrinth below
Moving as if its from a single thought
Gears in the great Satz Clock

Great and mighty clock synchronizing bell
Ring and the parts all move
Great clock mystifying tell
Clue if its dark or light

Two or million rational or not
No reptilian impulses forgot
Follow instincts from the age of rock
Gears in the great Satz Clock

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Vocals – Emilie Jensen
Violin – Aaron Ashton
Viola – Christopher McKeller
Cello – Mary Lindbloom
Trumpet I – Gilbert Fry
Trumpet II – Serretta Hart
Recorder – Steve Kusaba
10. Pinedale Half an Inch click here
Narrator:
They made the call to Joe Trask
He was the natural man for the job
Schooled in the ways of the cruel
He knew their ways and the scent of their clues

Half an inch from sorrow
Seeing prints of the beast
Half an inch from sorrow
So much to know

Half an inch from sorrow
Seeing prints of the beast
Half an inch from sorrow
Elusive show

Coffee and doughnuts by ten
How could he catch any more than a buzz
He works at his second job
A motivational speaker sometimes

Half an inch from sorrow
Seeing prints of the beast
Half an inch from sorrow
So much to know

Half an inch from sorrow
Seeing prints of the beast
Half an inch from sorrow
Elusive show

The silent motives at play
What do they say
Trask will think hard
On the ways of his brain

He wonders just what do end
What force would send
The gentle hand
To the grave

They made the call to Joe Trask
He was the natural man for the job
Intuit with discipline
He knew the way to survive
From his work

Half an inch from sorrow
Seeing prints of the beast
Half an inch from sorrow
So much to know

Half an inch from sorrow
Seeing prints of the beast
Half an inch from sorrow
Elusive show

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Narrator Vocals – Steve Kusaba
Guitars – Steve Kusaba
Organ – Edward Goldfarb
Bass – Steve Kusaba
Drums – Jason Mielke
11. Coeur d’Alene Traveler click here
Selwyn:
Minstril of the darkened ages
Carry the message of hope and melody
To all men
A traveler
Alone I make my way through the night

City to city
Though I am very tired
My show must bring energy to them
For wagesThat brings holes to my coat
So now I stand
A traveler

Using these maps to make changes
The songs breathe life
From these notes sung
On demand

A promise made
A promise kept
A silent vow made to myself

Seeing venues so empty
My heart is aching
The path must be so hard
A traveler

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Selwyn Vocals – Brittany Bullen
Synths – Steve Kusaba
Harpsicord – Steve Kusaba
Guitar – Steve Kusaba
Keyboard – Steve Kusaba
Bass – Steve Kusaba
Drums – Jason Mielke
Clarinet – John Flanders
Saxophone – John Flanders
Flute – John Flanders
12. Salt Lake City Sonne Tag click here
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Violin 1 – John Kovalenko
Violin 2 – John Kovalenko
Viola – Christopher McKeller
Cello – Mary Lindbloom
13. Portland The Flow of Life click here
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Synths – Steve Kusaba
Drums and Percussion – Jason Mielke
14. Crescent City Purpose to These Days click here
Narrator:
See this man who’s on a mission
Steady step in line
Mark his time with cold precision
Coat and shirt so fine

On the way some thing was broken
Dismantling certainty
A special line of thought was spoken
Linked with liberty

Adding purpose to these days
Purpose to these days
Purpose to these days

Who could imagine bold sedition
Please do deeds above suspicion
Opinion is a vice
Strong approval from the leaders
Helps to not think twice

Someone’s words collapsed the picture
Dismantling certainty
Eidetic flash of noetic echo
Charged with liberty

Giving purpose to these days
Purpose to these days
Purpose to these days
Purpose to these days

Hey mister clown bob
Take a little clue
Count on the T.V.
To tell you what to do
Your going to tell the world
Just what you feel inside your heart
As long as it is what we told you
From the very start
And by the way we need
A bit more cash

Nobility comes from censoring
The leaders’ stuff that they blow out
Nobility comes from warming up to all
Of the joy that is doubt

Nobility comes from suffering
The truth just as it is

Nobility comes from censoring
The leader’s stuff that they blow out
Nobility comes from warming up to all
Of the joy that is doubt

Nobility comes from suffering
The truth just like it is

There’s just another way to play
This you can say
What’s ever needed

That will never do
How would you know
Because you have never tried it

That will always do
That will always do

See this man who saw confusion
Creep into his mind
View the threat of harsh derision
As a fate unkind

Now the choice is clear
I am to do what mother said
Obey the words of all the leaders
Right until I’m dead

Giving purpose to these days
Purpose to these days
Purpose to these days
Purpose to these days

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Vocals – Steve Kusaba
Guitars – Steve Kusaba
Keyboard – Steve Kusaba
Bass – Steve Kusaba
Drums – Jason Mielke
Synths – Ed Goldfarb
15. Oakland We Run This Place click here
Narrator:
Yo! Ho!
We run this place!
We run this place
With power

Yo! Ho!
We run this place!
We run this place
Each hour
We run this place!

Yo! Ho!
We run this place!
We run this place
With sorrow

Yo! Ho!
We run this place!
It’s ours today’n tomorrow

We Run This place!
We Run This place!
We run this place!
We run this place
Forever

We run this place!
We run this place!
We run this place!
Forever

Anarchistic people
Must be weeded out now
They have left the grid
They don’t want to let us have our take
If they think we’re finished
Wake up we run this

If they think we’re finished
Oh there’s one thing they should know
That we run this place

Guess what we run this place
Guess what we run this place

Yo! Ho!
We run this place!
We run this place
With power

Yo! Ho!
We run this place!
We run this place
Each hour
We run this place!

Yo! Ho!
We run this place!
We run this place
With sorrow

Yo! Ho!
We run this place!
It’s ours today’n tomorrow

We Run This place!
We Run This place!
We run this place!
We run this place!
Forever

We run this place!
We run this place!
We run this place!
Forever

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Narrator Vocal – Steve Kusaba
Men of Gray Vocal – John Kovalenko
Guitar – Steve Vai
Bass – Steve Kusaba
Piano – Edward Goldfarb
Drums and Percussion – Z Jefferson
Trumpet – John Eckles
Trombone – Ben Lepley
Tuba – Jeffery Scott
Violin – Aaron Ashton
Viola – Mario Ortiz
Cello – Mary Lindbloom
Flute – John Flanders
Clarinet – John Flanders
Soprano Saxophone – John Flanders
Tenor Saxophone – John Flanders
Bass Saxophone – John Flanders
16. San Jose Google Universe click here
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Synths – Steve Kusaba
Guitar – Steve Kusaba
17. Santa Barbara I’m Gonna Get That Guy click here
Joe Trask: I’m gonna get that guy
For the glory
I have to guess just how he thinks

I’m gonna get that guy
For the money
I have to walk inside his shoes

Where did he go?
That guy must be long gone
Or possibly this
Might just be wrong

Where did he run?
That guy must be insane
Or maybe he is
A little smart

I’m gonna get that guy
For the story
The clues will be my precious links

I’m gonna get that guy
For my sanity
I have to live within his world

Where did he go?
That guy must be long gone
Or possibly this
It might be wrong

Where does he hide?
That guy must be insane
Or maybe he’s just
A little smart

I sense him closer to me
This in my mind

Where did he go?
That guy must be long gone
Or possibly this
Might just be wrong

Where can he hide?
That guy must be insane
Or maybe he’s just
A little smart

I’m gonna get that guy
For the story
The clues will be my precious links

I’m gonna get that guy
For my future
I want to live within his world

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Trask Vocal – Danny Tarasevich
Guitars – Steve Kusaba
Keyboard – Steve Kusaba
Bass – Steve Kusaba
Drums – Jason Mielke
Synths – Steve Kusaba
18. Los Angeles Promise From Me click here
Jimmie:
Promise from me to you
I will be there for you
Promise from me
Deep in your heart
Rest in this trust

Promise to you

Promise from me to you
I will be there for you
Promise from me
Eternally
I will be there

Promise from me to you
Promise from me to you

Prescient auger

Follow me
To the city made of glass
Promise from me
Protect and serve

Now pack your things
Leave at once
Smile for the camera

My brother picked out the place
Where we will rendezvous
True to our destiny
Brings out the best in me
Wondrous lover so true

We’re in luck since
My brother picked out this place
Where we will rendezvous
True to our destinies

Promise from me to you
I will be there for you
Promise from me
Deep in your heart
Rest in your trust

Promise to you

Promise from me
Deep in your heart
Rest in your trust

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Vocals – Andy Maughan
Violin – Aaron Ashton
Viola – Aaron Ashton
Keyboard – Steve Kusaba
Harpsicord – Steve Kusaba
Bass – Steve Kusaba
Drums – Jason Mielke
19. San Diego One Two click here
Anika:
One, two
Seconds to choose
One, too
Much to lose

Yet in a moment I could see
My heart has come to plenary
Satiated from the deed

One, Two
Let’s go away to Spanish castles
Sergovia
By moonlight then we can
Remember the inquisition

The racks are bare
The only danger is the stairs
We’re safe and sound with out a care
For three

One, two
Seconds to lose
One, to
Not come unglued

Can’t you just a moment
Look and see
My heart has tired of savagery
I’ve felt too much misery

One, two
Let’s do…

One, two
Is me and you
I wait
Coiled under silk

Wondering cannot you see
It’s only when you touch me
I feel the energy

One, two
We do

One, two
We do

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Vocals – Nicole Madison
Violin 1 – Charlie Bisharet
Violin 2 – Kirstin Fife
Viola – Novi Novog
Cello – Stefanie Fife
Piano – Steve Kusaba
20. Las Vegas (There’s Only Pain in the) Octagon click here
Chorus:
There’s only pain in the Octagon
A million one things that just might go wrong
A rear naked choke make the lights go out
A vicious arm bark makes the tap no doubt

There’s only pain in the Octagon
A million one things that just might go wrong
A brunt smashing strike and the lights go out
A tight Kimura likely wins the boutemaciated Clerk:

Emaciated Man:
Welcome to the room
Welcome to the city
Greetings Mr. Trask
How your wife looks oh so pretty

But what brings you here
To this remote little corner
There seems to be an auger
That’s trying now to warn her

Chorus:
Hello to the man with the blood in his eye!
Hello to the man who can never die!
Hello to the man with the blood in his eye!
Hello to the man who can never die!

There’s only pain in the Octagon
A million one things that just might go wrong
A brunt smashing strike and the lights go out
A tight Kimura likely wins the bout

Emaciated Man:
Here’s the room you advertised
So palatial 5 5 5
It might be good to be alive
Now and then

If your plans go all awry
And you screw it up and die
Then you won’t be needing me
Now my friends

Joe Trask:
Shut up man with the emaciated skull
The wake of your exhale leaving dust on the floor

Look here
Look here

Look here, there Wilson goes
Where know one knows
We’re gonna catch that paper clerk
And break his nose

Leave Ashcroft here
To guard the door
So Anika can fully be secureChor:

Chorus:
The body blows
The body blows
The spirit wilts when it is hit
With Body blowsThe body blows

The body blows
The spirit wilts when on the chest
Reign body blows

Wilson:
We’re gamblin’
On the public dime
I’m in the green
Yes I’m doing real fine
Then throw the cards if
They’re lower then Jacks
And pray for those at
Goldman Sachs

When I get through
I will lobby real hard
To get more loot
From some silly canard
Then run right here for
A great getaway
In Las Vegas that’s
Where the letter S goes

Jimmie:
This bureaucrat
Is punishing me
He plays no hands
He is happy care free
And folds when he’s in
The one or two blind
And leaking change while
He’s falling behind

Wilson:
I’m lookin’
For a couple of fours
They’re lucky
Like a Huxley door
To go all in
They’re smokin’
Just as hot as a frog
They’re boilin’
Poker, life or gray fog
I’ll play the game
Play the game

I hate my life
For a minute or two
Then I wake up
As the reptile will do
And poke the air for
A hint of wind
Then save some rule
That might be
Rescinded

Joe:
What do I see puking back near the slots
The aimless slob
Stupid Ashcroft

Has he forgot
Not guarding Anika
The aimless slob
Stupid Ashcroft

Narrator:
Stupid Ashcroft
Stupid Ashcroft…
Why did we hire
Stupid Ashcroft
Stupid Ashcroft

Joe:
You watch Wilson
Dread buffoon
I’ll race cross town
Check the room

Anika:
Here a man is coming from room service
Shepherds guise
Brought here like the desert wind
Why the vacant distant eyes

Sit here
Tell me what has brought you here
I can show you of the way

Gordon:
Tell me of your great purpose

Anika:
We here share a sacred holy trust
We who are here for our worth
To appear
Must care for all on this earth

The bond of life
Is continual flow
The pulsing song
Started deep in the past
To the future and the present
From long ago

The future holds the promise
Of long ago
We’ll surrender our will to the
Pure flow of the loving hand
That is our mother earth

Gordon:
You are a construct
Imposed late in evolution
Bask with predators in the
Morning sun
Back deep in time they ruled
One with nature
One with survival

Joe:
Anika
How is you stay here
My dear?

Silence sets my fears alive

Gordon:
It’s time to knock out Joe Trask
This is the natural tool for the task

Crushed in the jaws the helpless prey writhes
Caught by the cat or crocodile
Humans their better so much more savage
Then they could be

Phalaris a man of the earth
Yet before Periander held the throne
The Roman Emperors were to compete
To exceed
In Medieval times many did

Vlad and the very first czar
Kept the standard alive
The 20th Century had
The most of them all

Anika:
You are the construct
Culled from the past
Other than human
You were meant to last
Come change your vision
Break with your hunger
A distortion of the
Sexual drive

Gordon:
Woman of future
I from the past
Meet in this moment of
Stark cold contrast

Chorus:
All of the innocent gone
All of the innocent gone in time
For no reason
In their season
No one to protect them

Gordon:
Those who are to die
You salute from harm…

Chorus:
Hello to the man with the blood in his eye!
Hello to the man who can never die!
Hello to the man with the blood in his eye!
Hello to the man who can never die!
Hello to the man with the blood in his eye!
Hello to the man who can never die!

There’s nobody safe in the Octagon

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Narrator Vocals – Steve Kusaba
Background Vocals – Timothy Carter
Background Vocals – Andy Maughan
Joe Trask Vocals – Danny Tarasevich
Anika Vocals – Nicole Madison
Gordon Vocals – Timothy Carter
Jimmie Vocals – Andy Maughan
Wilson Vocals – Steve Kusaba
Barmaid Vocals – Chris Priddy
Emaciated Man Vocals – Steve Kusaba
Choral Soprano – Olivia Maughan
Choral Alto – Olivai Maughan
Choral Tenor – Andy Maughan
Choral Bass – John Kovalenko
Guitars – Steve Kusaba
Keyboard – Steve Kusaba
Bass – Steve Kusaba
Drums – Jason Mielke
Synths – Steve Kusaba
21. Phoenix Second click here
Jimmie:
Now the wind has gone
Emptiness has come inside
The radio sings
I never knew
Just what I had

Now we move the
Now we move the
Now we move the things
And the owner’s touch is gone
Such a vulnerable thing
I wish I would have
Danced with caution

Stratus opacus so gray
Wondrous pleasure
Shackled to a promise
To keep

Is it the rain
That makes this bitter hallucination
To fill full my day
Follows me
Here in my sleep
And I

Can’t stop the image oh
Can’t clear my mind
For a moment
Still see her
Resting there in a lifeless pose
Of struggle for a second more
A hope and a limb
Reaching for a

Second
Second
A lifetime in a moment

Second
Second
A time I was not near

Now the sun has gone
And the darkness come inside
While the radio sings
Can’t understand just
What I had

Now we move the
Now we move the
Now we move the things

And the owner’s love is gone
Such a terrible thing
I wish I would have
Ran with caution

Only time can slow this rain
I don’t think it will
Restrain this fury and I

Can’t stop the image oh
Can’t clear my mind
For a moment still see her
Resting there in a lifeless pose
Of struggle for a second more
A hope and a limb
Reaching for a

Second
Second
A lifetime in a moment

Second
Second
To take a second more

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Jimmie Vocals – Andy Maughan
Synths – Steve Kusaba
Guitar – Steve Kusaba
Keyboard – Steve Kusaba
Bass – Steve Kusaba
Drums – Jason Mielke
22. Tucson Cookie Cutter Boy click here
Little Girl:
Cookie cutter boy
Cookie cutter boy
Cookie cutter boy it’s true
All the leaves are brown
There’s cookies on the ground
And cookie cutter boy is blue

Narrator:
We are the keepers of the common good
The last of the walking dead
Sustained by the taste for ordinary food
And future time in bed

Little Girl:
Cookie cutter boy
Cookie cutter boy
Cookie cutter boy it’s true
All the leaves are brown
There’s cookies on the ground
But cookie cutter boy is blue
Cookie cutter boy is blue

Narrator:
This is a boy that takes after his dad
Alike in every way
Another mini-me
He shoots squirrels
And plays all sports
Then sleeps in church

Little Girl:
Cookie cutter boy
Cookie cutter boy
Cookie cutter boy it’s true
All the leaves are brown
There’s cookies on the ground
And cookie cutter boy is blue
Cookie cutter boy is blue

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Little Girl Vocals – Bella Schwartz
Narrator Vocals – Andy Maughan
Guitar – Steve Kusaba
Keyboard – Steve Kusaba
Bass – Steve Kusaba
Drums – Jason Mielke
Synths – Steve Kusaba
23. Nogales Wheelbarrow click here
Wilson Myshkin:
Take this wheelbarrow and shove it
If you work you can rise above it
Got to learn to sink or swim
Before you go to sail

Take this wheelbarrow and shove it
Nature’s wisdom you should learn to covit
Like a foot drawn up to step
Upon a rusty nail

Lessons in life are seldom wrong
You must learn to obey the strong
Never sass back when you’re looking into
The barrel of a gun

If you behave they will feed you your meals
As long as you always allow them to steal
Learn to live upon your knees
If you want to have fun

Take this wheelbarrow and shove it
If you work you can rise above it
Got to learn to sink or swim
Before you go to sail

Take this wheelbarrow and shove it
Nature’s wisdom you should learn to covit
Like a foot drawn up to step
Upon a rusty nail

Take this from a man with the circular brains
The ‘Mississippi Mud’ is running through his veins
My pedigree causes misery
To my destiny

When intelligence attacks you can call a truce
You’re huntin’ for a squirrel or maybe a moose
When live gives you lemons you can always
Make some Orange juice

Take this wheelbarrow and shove it
If you work you can rise above it
Got to learn to sink or swim
Before you go to sail

Take this wheelbarrow and shove it
Nature’s wisdom you should learn to covit
Like a foot drawn up to step
Upon a rusty nail

Take this wheelbarrow and shove it
If you work you can rise above it
Got to learn to sink or swim
Before you go to sail

Take this wheelbarrow and shove it
Nature’s wisdom you should learn to covit
Like a foot drawn up to step
Upon a rusty nail

Like a foot drawn up to step
Upon a rusty nail

Like a foot drawn up to step
Upon a rusty nail

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Vocals – Steve Kusaba
Guitar – Steve Kusaba
Bass – Steve Kusaba
Drums – Jason Mielke
24. Hermosilla Men of Gray click here
Nancy the Anarchist:
Behold the Map of Gray
Touch the Map of Gray
The Map of GrayIt was but seven years I spent
Putting the parts on page

Behold the Men of Gray
Only class can call
The voluptuary way
Hidden far away

Oh the pain!
Masters of this world
Hanging from a cliff
With greasy palms a-grip
The tiny little tree
Of fire

Oh the cow is covered with long tubes
The blood is running red
But what will they do
When next the cow is dead

Oh the pain!
Messenger fillet
Accident they said
More trickery from Gray
But Atlas now is dead
In vain

Behold the plan of Gray
They might lose their way
When the facades break

Follow the money trail through the fog
Listening to absence of the dog
Mortally purified by the Women of Gray
Inadequately securitized defilade

See we’re sifting through the mazes for
Clues of play
Who, when, or what
As like as not
We’ll catch the smell of Grays’ Gavotte
We can catch the tune and
Dance in the Moonlight’s air
At fever pitch
Grateful that I’m with a partner
Oh so fair

Behold the Men of Gray
Giants never fall
In the wake of sleeping shade

Behold the Men of Gray
Hope counts for a lot
Hope could be forgot

Hidden far away
Electronically while in luxury
All is hidden far away
Methodologically
Methodologically

Toolbar of the shade
Hopelessly traversing
Endless days of rain

Passively hostage to
The world of Gray

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Nancy Vocals – Olivia Maughan
Piano – Edward Goldfarb
25. Guadalajara Release the Memes click here
Men of Gray vocals:
Release the memes
T.V. and print
Spread by word of mouth
Sew the whirlwind
Father and mom
Make it spread like a bomb
Fire driven message
We tested before

Release the memes
T.V. and print
Clay in our hands
So freshly virgin

Release the memes
T.V. and print
Spread by word of mouth
Sew the whirlwind
My Uncle Bob
Makes the message his job
He uses words that
We wanted to say

Release the memes
Release the memes

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Men of Gray Vocals – John Kovalenko
Guitar – Dweezil Zappa
Keyboard – Steve Kusaba
Bass – Steve Kusaba
Drums – Jason Mielke
Violin – Aaron Ashton
Viola – Aaron Ashton
Clarinet – John Flanders
26. Acapulco Omnispherium click here
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Synths – Steve Kusaba
27. Managua Clio click here
Selwyn:
Wake up to the sunrise
Beaming through the window
Wake up to the old ways
Leave them all behind you
Walk up to a new day
Take a chance and fly away
Act in the play
Of an uncertain life

Wake up to the moon shine
Beaming through the window
Wake up to the old ways
Leave them all behind you
Walk out to a new day
Take a chance and fly away
Act in the play
Of an uncertain life

747
Mastering your fear
Go out with impunity
Aiming for eleven
And then possibly gaining
An immunity
To the hazards of rescue
You
Can be a potent force you’ll

Wake up to the sunrise
Beaming through the window
Wake up to the old ways
Leave them all behind you
Walk out to a new day
Take a chance and fly away
Act in the play
Of an uncertain life

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Selwyn Vocals – Brittany Bullen
Midi Sequencing – Jean-Yves Cowan
Bass – Dave Bond
Drums – Jason Mielke
28. Tegucigalpa Me and You click here
Brenna:
Me and you
Me and you
Cool as in the shade
You are so sweet like lemonade
You make me sing

Brenna and Damien:
Me and you
Me and you

Damien:
You got to be a mystery
An enigma in a floral bouquet

Brenna and Damien:
Me and you
Me and you

Brenna:
You should run away
With me to southern Santa Fe
Where she isn’t

Me and you
Me and you
We were meant to be
Me and you
Me and you
Pas de deux

When we met
I felt not a thing
It was so quiescent
Now that I know you so deeply
The thrill has grown so steady
Its like the earth is moving
In harmony with life
And the sun light as it heads West
Setting down

Me and you
Me and you
Cool as in the shade
You are so sweet like lemonade
You make me sing

Brenna and Damien:
Me and you
Me and you

Damien:
You got to be a mystery
An enigma in a floral bouquet

Brenna and Damien:
Me and you
Me and you

Brenna:
You should run away
With me to southern Santa Fe
Where she isn’t

Me and you
Me and you
We were meant to be
Me and you
Me and you
Pas de deux

When we met
I felt not a thing
It was so quiescent
Now that I know you so deeply
The thrill has grown so steady
Its like the earth is moving
In harmony with life
And the sun light as it heads West
Setting down

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Damien Vocals – Will Perkins
Brenna Vocals – Nicole Madison
Piano – Mitch Forman
Bass – Steve Kusaba
Drums – Jason Mielke
Vibes – Billy Hulting
29. Corpus Christi Does She Know About Us (Brenna Protects) click here
Brenna: Does she know about us
See the look in her eye
Does the smell of perfume
Linger deeply throughout the room

Does she know about us
Can we really be safe
With a violent shrew
Waking up to make real our doom

Damien:
She had some of her goons break my arm
Maybe it’s us that brings harm to my arm

Brenna:
Oh you poor poor dear

Damien:
Maybe we need to get out
Pack all our things and move south
Something feels wrong and this makes me wonder

Damien + Brenna:
Does she know about us
See the look in her eye
Does the smell of perfume
Linger deeply throughout the room

Does she know about us
Can we really be safe (See the look in her eye)
With a violent shrew (Does the smell of perfume)
Waking up to make real our doom (Linger deeply throughout the room)

Brenna:
Seriula will just deceive
Now you should leave
Don’t say goodbye

Damien:
Seriula won’t let me be
Now if I leave she’ll make me die

Brenna:
I feel the room is getting cold

Damien
I feel the room is getting cold

Seriula:
Both of you should be feeling fear
For what you’ve done

Damien:
Seriula how did you find us dear

Brenna:
We were working on a project
Now I’d better go

Seriula:
Now you must be punished
Put to suffer
Now you must be punished
Publicly
Now you must be punished
Publicly hurt
Take this

Brenna:
Take that

Seriula:
Ow!

Brenna:
Oh my dear
Now she knows about us
Can we really be safe
With a violent shrew
Waking up to make real our doom

Damien:
She tried penciling in my skin
Appointment made that brings harm
To my chin

Brenna:
Oh you poor poor dear

Damien:
Maybe we need to get out
Pack all our things and move south
Something feels wrong and this makes me fearful

Damien + Brenna:
‘Cause she knows about us
See the look in her eye
When she’s raging with lead
Better cover your eyes and run

Yes she knows about us
Can we really be safe
With a violent shrew
Waking up to make real our doom

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Damien Vocals – Will Perkins
Brenna Vocals – Nicole Madison
Seriula Vocals – Shauna Gustaffson
Piano – Mitch Forman
Guitar – Mike Miller
Bass – Abraham Laboriel, Sr.
Drums – Vinnie Colaiuta
Violin 1 – Charlie Bisharet
Violin 2 – Kirstin Fife
Viola – Novi Novog
Cello – Stefanie Fife
30. Houston I Need A Helper click here
Seriula:
I need a helper quite discreet
A wry knack for stunning cold hearted feats
A mind built for cunning far below
The limitations of the ordinary people here

Frieda:
Oh so vague a subtle sign of caution
Oh so vague a calculating mind

Seriula + Frieda:
I need a helper quite discreet (You need a helper quite discreet)
A wise tactician never miss a beat (A tactician never miss a beat)
Now you be clear
What you do (and say just what)
You want done in black and white
No task too strong

Seriula:
I need a helper quite discreet
A trusted ophidian from hell

My husband was cheating
I was at a meeting
And I wish
They
Would

Seriula + Frieda:
Die

I need a helper brave and true (You need)
To fill the avengers role
Be at Deming be seen then
They both must die

Pop-eye
Pop-eye
Pop-eye
Pop-eye

Frieda:
I’ll call you bloody eye socket the great pop-eye
The great pop-eye
They both will die
They die by the will of the great pop-eye

Pop-eye
Pop-eye
Pop-eye
Pop-eye

The great pop-eye
Pop-eye
Pop-eye

Seriula:
You coarse vulgar poison sugar
Do we have a deal?
I’ll make you bold a bar of gold
As payment it’s a steal
A deal
A deal
A deal
A deal

Frieda:
They both will die
They die by the will of the great pop-eye
Pop-eye
Pop-eye
The great pop-eye
Pop-eye
Pop-eye
Pop-eye

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Seriula Vocals – Shauna Gustafsson
Frieda Vocals – Jessica Benson
Piano – Mitch Forman
Guitar – Mike Miller
Bass – Abraham Laboriel, Sr.
Drums – Vinnie Colaiuta
31. Dallas Stalking the Pair click here
Frieda:
When I’m stalking the pair
Silent as breeze
Nobody wakes when I’m home

When I’m stalking the pair
Do what I please
Mastering the catacomb
I have a job and I relish the task
Singing on the leading tone

When I’m stalking the pair
Lighter than air
Pick up the things that I want

When I’m stalking the pair
I know it’s wrong
Since I was young it’s my song
Torn up inside and I’m loving it so
Powerful girl in command

Now I pick up some clothes
Samurai sword
Hey
Oh how they sleep
Oh how they sleep
Oh how they sleep in euphoria
Dreaming oh how they sleep
Dreaming how how they sleep
Absurd

When I’m stalking the pair
Lighter than air
Pick up the things that I want

When I’m stalking the pair
It’s time to leave
Pick up the stuff and I’m gone
Leaving the scene now I act out the plan
Powerful girl in command

Here’s the evidence
Your lust for gore sated revenge
The bloody clothes
Photos of death for you

Seriula:
There’s the evidence
The bloody clothes
Photos of death
Sorrowful scene
I’m overwhelmed for a little while

Frieda:
Even crocodiles
Can’t shed such tears
Put rest your fears
May I be bold
Pay me my gold
You worm

Seriula:
Never come back again
Pick up your gold off the floor

Frieda:
Photos and clothes are there too

Seriula:
Never come back again
Pick up your gold off the floor
To get rid of you I go first to crawl on the floor

Frieda:
See now I won’t crawl anymore
By this sword goes pop-eye

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Frieda Vocals – Jessica Benson
Seriula Vocals – Shauna Gustafsson
Piano – Mitch Forman
Bass – Abraham Laboriel, Sr.
Drums – Vinnie Colaiuta
32. Oklahoma City I. Finish the Job click here
Seriula:
Oh! Oh! Oh!

Brenna:
He did this for us
And I’ll finish the job
You’ll feel a little tug

He did this for us
And I’ll finish the job
You’ll feel a little tug

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Brenna Vocals – Nicole Madison
Seriula Vocals – Lenna Habbashaw
Background Voclas – Bella Schwartz
Guitar – Steve Kusaba
Violin – Aaron Ashton
Viola – Aaron Ashton
Cello – Mary Lindbloom
Percussion – Jason Mielke
II. Conversation Perplexation click here
Brenna:
You are truly cold
You are truly cold

Damien:
What me? You say I’m cold?

Brenna:
Let me tell you that
You are truly cold

Damien:
You can be cold yourself sometimes

Brenna:
We both can be
So cold

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Damien Vocals – Will Perkins
Brenna Vocals – Nicole Madison
Violin 1 – Charlie Bisharet
Violin 2 – Kirstin Fife
Viola – Novi Novog
Cello – Stefanie Fife
33. Kansas City She Did It click here
Chuckie:
Hey that Brenna
What did she do
She stole the gold
From Seriula
You knew

Hey that Brenna
Oh what did she do
She stole the gold
From Seriula

Chuckie + Damien:
It’s true

Damien:
Oh how the world turned much too serious
Love can infect us with delirious void

Why did our meeting turn too serious
Was it a murderous start?

She tells me now that maybe murder
That was the way that she did hurt her

Chuckie:
Hey there Damien
Your wife is not dead
She sent me a Facebook measage
Seriula
She lives
She’s mad about the gold.

Damien + Chuckie:
Hey that Brenna
What did she do
She stole the gold
from Seriula
It says so on Facebook
That’s true

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Damien Vocals – Will Perkins
Chuckie Voclas – Steve Knell
Guitar – Mike Miller
Piano – Mitch Forman
Bass – Abraham Laboriel, Jr.
Drums – Vinnie Colaiuta
34. St. Louis Frieda Gets Her Tickets click here
Frieda:
Oh what’s a big strong man like you
Doing alone at this Starbucks
What makes a face turn so gloomy

Damien:
Speak on my new found friend

Frieda:
Perhaps a talk will soothe your mind
I bet the coffee at your house
Will make us smile for a long time

Damien:
Things are so weird
My life has changed so much

Frieda:
The darkness has come

Damien:
Maybe you I can trust
Your aura says
Kindness of heart and soul

Frieda:
I am sweetness and good

Damien:
It is you I can trust
So let’s go
And check out my beans

Damien + Frieda:
This is wonderful
Having coffee with friends that we have met
In our lives

This is wonderful
Having coffee with friends that we have
Come to know

Frieda:
Allow me to boast
You’re a most gracious host
Will you bring me some jam

Damien:
I will be of use
My wife’s friend sure loved fruit
I will bring you her jam

Frieda:
Now this poison in the drink will
Kill this last loose end
In prison I don’t think
A pleasure it would be
To defend myself

Damien:
Here is the juice in record time
You’re very charming quite divine

Frieda:
Excuse me now
I’ll freshen up
Where are the Green Day
Tickets they took?

Damien:
This glass of hers is clearly
Chipped now

Frieda:
I’m coming out now bout that wife

Damien:
My wife’s friend bless her soul
Had all things in control
She knew that to cause much
Pain to creatures in this world
Domain
That would bring shame
All else was just O.K.
True freedom lives
Contentment gives its all
To the moral path

Frieda:
Now the only rub
I can see from your noble words
Hypocrisy
All those pious ones ignore
The hidden world of their savagery

I have no guilt
I cannot do wrong
True to my course
A perfect force

Damien:
Is this true

Frieda:
True

Damien:
No trace of empathy

Well you should start with little things
And drink the joy that each one brings

The small kind word

Frieda:
That sounds absurd

Damien:
To feed the ducks and birds

Freida:
I fear that you are quite disturbed

Damien:
Why even now the pleasure great as I removed
Your chipped glass drink
Down the sink it went
To make your stay at my expense
Your leisure

Frieda:
Oh you evil man

Damien:
I Gave you my mug

Frieda:
You have killed me
Morality so fowl
You’re a murdering pig
It was you I can’t trust

Damien:
Huh

Frieda:
Murdered by a big dummy

Damien:
Duh

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Damien Vocals – Will Perkins
Frieda Vocals – Jessica Benson
Guitar – Mike Miller
Piano – Mitch Forman
Bass – Abraham Laboriel, Jr.
Drums – Vinnie Colaiuta
35. Chicago I. Chase the Wind click here
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Strings – Steve Kusaba
Brass – Steve Kusaba
Winds – Steve Kusaba
Synths – Steve Kusaba
II. Gomerticus click here
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Keyboard – Steve Kusaba
36. Detroit I. Central Banker: Prelude click here
Wilson:
Oh to be a central Banker
Wrecking life to the ends of the Earth
How many crises I create
Will be the measure of my total worth

The banks all need some extra cash
I print the money as I dash
To help the Congress waste that money
Fool the public
Ain’t it funny?

Oh to be a central Banker
Wrecking life to the ends of the Earth
How many crises I create
Will be the measure of my total worth

The high food prices with high taxes
Burn the workers and the poor
Yet I can lie about inflation
Babbling on about the core, so

Oh to be a central Banker
Wrecking life to the ends of the Earth
How many crises I create
Will be the measure of my total worth

Amen

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Wilson Vocals – Steve Kusbaba
Background Vocals – Danny Tarasevich
Guitar – Steve Kusaba
Keyboard – Steve Kusaba
Organ – Steve Kusaba
Bass – Steve Kusaba
Drums – Jason Mielke
Synths – Steve Kusaba
II. Central Banker click here
Wilson:
Oh to be a central banker
They chose me
To be a central banker

When I was younger
Art for me was shoplifting
Then I grew wiser switching into politics
Where could I go to learn such great tricks?
Prepare to be a banker

I left politics to be a bureaucrat
With each move to better work on raising
Myself
Higher each day
King of the World

And now I’ve reached the top

Oh to be a central banker
They chose me
To be a central banker

When I was younger
Art for me was shoplifting
Then I grew wiser switching into politics
Where could I go to learn such great tricks?
Prepare to be a banker

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Wilson Vocals – Steve Kusaba
Guitar – Steve Kusaba
Keyboard – Ed Goldfarb
Bass – Steve Kusaba
Drums – Jason Mielke
Synths – Steve Kusaba
37. Cleveland Murdering Arm of Kindness click here
Narrator:
Murdering arm of kindess
Draped in measured thinking
Careful choices made
Murdering arm of kindess
Murdering arm of kindess
Murdering arm of kindess
Never failing banded with
Justice’s scales
Using measured thinking
Careful choices made

Selwyn:
The circular wisdom
The circular wisdom
Born of freedom
The circular wisdom
Ceremony
The luner event is nigh
I prepare for my brotherNeon drink
Its circular wisdom
And euphoria
Held there in paradox with confusion
I give to Gordon
The gift of kindness
And euphoria

Murdering arm of kindness
Draped in measured thinking
Careful choices made
Murdering arm of kindness
Act desisive
Render judgment perfectly

Gordon:
Sister
We are one
Union beyond all time
Mother and father taught us
The only bond that had some worth

Selwyn
Heart that can mend
I rule all men
Yet I cannot pretend
There’ll be an ocean of blood

Selwyn
My love I send
I rule all men
Yet I cannot pretend

Selwyn:
Gordon
I’ve watched you grow
Follewed your career
With Myshkin in tow

Selwyn + Gordon:
We two close unto death
We’re filling the universe
With our content
Only a fool would give
Admonishment

Heaven
This is Heaven
Heaven
This is Heaven
Drucilla’s spirit remains on the earth

Gordon:
In the sunrise of my youth
I tore of the legs of flies
I tore of the legs of flies
I tore of the legs of flies
I tore of the legs of flies

My dearest sister
Your great nector
Makes me feel so well

I tore of the heads of
I tore of the heads of
I tore of the heads of flies

I am the best
So don’t forget
I got the wings

They’ll know

Selwyn + Gordon:
We are blood
Union beyond (through) all time
We are blood

Selwyn:
Union beyond all
Union beyond all
Union beyond all time

Selwyn + Gordon:
We are blood
Union beyond all time
Protect each other
Sister and brother
Until our last breath
Let’s be one
Union beyond all
Union beyond all
Union beyond all time

Gordon:
Society welcomed the chance
To save me from an aimless life
And the unfilled fire
To mutilate sheep
They call it docking on the ranch

Then the slaughterhouse
Called out to me
Many opportunities were granted me
And they’d approve

Selwyn + Gordon:
We are blood
Union across all time
Union across all time

Gordon:
Union across all time

Then it came
The inevitable trade
To humans was wonderful
To be raising myself
Higher each day
Konig die welt

Now it grows
The insatiable thurst
Invisible yet in control
To be raising myself
Higher each day
Konig die welt
King of the world

We are blood
Union across all time

Selwyn:
Now this change
Such a terrible turn
The cost to all
Your fate empty inside
Nothing to feel
No way to heal
As if you died long ago

I’ve just met a woman named Anika
Such a beautiful soul
And a model for all
She exudes love
She works to have
A worthy life
Harmful to none

Your impact on life’s
So grand
Have measured thinking
Careful choices made

Gordon:
Anika was the magnificent work
The slaughter
The slaughter
It’s me
Raising myself
Higher each day
Konig die welt

Pinnacle of a fanatical year
To stop her works
My reach went far
I am raising myself
Higher each day
Konig die welt
King of the world

I killed her
She’s gone for all time

Selwyn
Heart that can mend
I rule all men
Yet I cannot pretend
Life beyond you is nowhere

Selwyn
Beauty tenfold
All of the admirers
Surely forebode

Selwyn
Why the silence
Come sing with me
And the world will make sense

Let’s drink more of the ale
Since who knows
What tomorrow may bring our way
Only a fool would waste
This precious day

Heaven
This is Heaven
Heaven
This is Heaven
Drucilla’s spirit remains on this earth

Chorus Narrators:
Look at the picture
Of the crow on the wall

Gordon:
I’ve always wanted to eat crow

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Gordon Vocals – Timothy Carter
Selwyn Vocals – Brittany Bullen
Guitar – Steve Kusaba
Bass – Steve Kusaba
Keyboard – Steve Kusaba
Drums – Jason Mielke
Synths – Steve Kusaba
Violin – Aaron Ashton
Viola – Christopher McKeller
Cello – Mary Lindbloom
Contrabass – Gregory Miffin
Flute – John Flanders
Bass Clarniet – John Flanders
Bass Saxophone – John Flanders
Trumpet – Serretta Hart
Bass Trombone – Owen Caprell
38. Pittsburgh Saint Ra II click here
Wilson:
Saint Ra
Whose helpers are so many
Influential talking heads
Media and government

Saint Ra
No mercy granted any
Sent from Hades
Serve the workers of the plan

What’s a bureaucrat to do but steal?
Embezzle all the loot with fanatical zeal
Saint Ra

Saint Ra
Of rocks and ash from ruble
Sent from Hades
Ruler of the land

Saint Ra
Of sunlight fading slowly
Cruel master
Leaders of the land

Hello Yellow…
Hello Yellowknife

I Wilson Myshkin have arrived

Hello Yellow…
Hello Yellowknife

Now we start a big work project
And place a letter in the town

The Ideal Membership Stakes Debt Free Path to Wealth and Security Zone

What’s a bureaucrat to do but steal?
Embezzle all the loot with fanatical zeal

Ice road truckers
I welcome you to see
The letter today
Barrow got the ‘T’
Now you will see
The letter ‘H’
Is all yours

Ice road truckers
I Welcome you to prosperity
Help us now add to
Your security

All hail to the bureaucrat’s patron saint…

Saint Ra
Of sunlight fading slowly
Cruel mistress
Cold sedition

Saint Ra
Of wars and death
With honor
His chosen weapon is
Paperwork

What’s a bureaucrat to do but steal?
Embezzle all the loot with fanatical zeal

Ice road truckers
I welcome you
To see
The letter today

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Wilson Vocals – Steve Kusaba
Keyboard – Steve Kusaba
Guitar – Steve Kusaba
Bass – Steve Kusaba
Synths – Steve Kusaba
Drums – Jason Mielke
Violin – John Kovalenko
39. Buffalo I. The Missing Cookie click here
Ordinary Pam:
Cookie
Gone from me
Dream while wide awake
Wandering
Just as an empty shell

Cookie
Gone from me
Cookie
Sweet music
The notes of your song
I sing
What remains

Oh, Cookie
You’re gone from me
Ocean of grief
Oh where can you be

World of light
To me
Sleep
A distant memory

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Average Pam Vocals – Jessica Benson
Clarinet – Milagra McGee
Keyboard – Steve Kusaba
II. Cookie’s Been Kidnapped click here
Pat:
This is Pat Klam for Channel Two News
We have an Amber Alert
A certain cookie cutter boy
Has gone missing

Listen this is unbelievable
Unbelievable
Unbelievable
Unbelievable
Unbelievable

Onlooker:
Pat Pat
Why are there so many helicopters?
Pat

Warum?!
Oh!
You’re just a mindless tape recorder
Connected to an echo chamber

Pat:
Listen this is unbelievable
Unbelievable
Unbelievable
Unbelievable

Unbelievable

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Pat Klam Vocals – Steve Kusaba
Onlooker Vocals – Lenna Habbeshaw
Synths – Steve Kusaba
40. Montreal I. It’s Starting Again click here
Selwyn:
It’s starting again
All the things
That were Gordon’s
Mysteriously
All the pain
From the letters

And you feel sure
There is someone
That knows
Just how the whole thing started

And now the truth
That you’re the one
That has to make
The story over quickly

It’s starting again
All the things
That were broken
This one is a hack
Who’s the rube?
Is it Myshkin?

It’s time to feed
Some stories to the hungrey press
Let’s hope that this time here
The trap won’t be a mess

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Selwyn Vocals – Brittany Bullen
Guitar – Steve Kusaba
Piano – Ed Goldfarb
Bass – Steve Kusaba
Drums – Jason Mielke
II. Welcome to the Great Debate click here
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Master of Ceremonies – Steve Kusaba
41. Albany Glory click here
Narrators:
Glory to the humans
Through all the torments
And the burdens
That we share

The ruling class
Will kick our ass
The ruling class
Will kick…

Glory to the humans
Through all the torments
And the burdens
That we bare

My low bureaucrat
Will kick my ass

Glory to the human being

The ruling class
Will kick our ass

So so so
Glory to the humans
Through all the torments
And the burdens (the human)
That we bare (spirit)

Glory to the humans(see)
Through all the torments
(The beauty to be free)
And the burdens that we share
(From up above)

The ruling class
Will kick our ass

The glory of mankind
To liberate
From the ruling class
Who kick our ass

See the beauty of being free
So free from other men

The ruling class can kiss our ass
The ruling class can kiss our ass

See the beauty of being free
The glory of mankind

Glory to the humans
Through all the torments
And the burdens
That we bare

Humans and glory

Oh our our foes
Inflict such casualties
Oh our our foes
Inflict such casualties
Oh our our foes
Inflict such casualties

Glory
Glory

Time for us now
Turning word to deed

Glory
See the beauty
See the beauty
See the beauty
To be free
See the beauty
To be free

Glory to the humans
Through all the torments
And the burdens
That we share

Glory to the humans
Through all the torments
And the burdens
That we share

See the beauty
To be free
From up above
The ruling class
Will kick our ass

The glory of mankind
To liberate from
The ruling class
Who kick our ass

See the beauty
Of being free
So that the
Ruling class
Can kiss our ass
The ruling class
Can kiss our ass

Glory to the
Human beings
Glory to the humans

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Soprano Vocals – Olivia Maughan
Alto Vocals – Olivia Maughan
Tenor Vocals – Andy Maughan
Bass Vocals – John Kovalenko
Violin – Aaron Ashton
Viola – Aaron Ashton
Cello – Mary Lindbloom
Stand-up Bass – Gregory Miffin
Bass – Steve Kusaba
Keyboard – Steve Kusaba
42. Boston Joulette click here
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Violin – Aaron Ashton
Flute – John Flanders
Clarinet – John Flanders
Soprano Saxophone – John Flanders
Bass Saxophone – John Flanders
43. Waterbury I’m Tough click here
Narrator:
You’ve all been invited
To a spectacle event
To bring us all together
To express unique dissent

Let discussion remain light
And descend like a feather
We all must agree
So we all come together

You’ve all been invited
To appreciate me
I think that is the one thing
That we all do agree

We should hug the one that’s near
We’ll embrace the other fellow
Smoke a little tea
So we all feel mellow

Some of you Joes
Are just a little too drunk
Some of you folks
Are in the way
Some of you clowns
Can’t understand who I am

You might as well
Figure out what’s happening now
The sneers and grins and giggles
More than I can allow
You’re showing no respect
And things are gonna get hot
Real soon

Cause I’m rugged
And I’m tough
And if you can you better run from me
Cause I’m tough

Cause I’m rugged
And I’m tough
And if you can you better run from me
Cause I’m tough

Well maybe I got carried
Just a little too far
But a man is only good
As the respect he is given

Dirty rotten shame
That I can’t be a star
But we do what we do
Cause we have to make a living

Some of you jerks
Are just a little too drunk
I warned you
Just the other day
Some of you clowns
Can’t understand who I am

You better stop
With that mocking me now
I tried to give you half an inch
But it was too much
I’m going to give it to you
When you’ll get it and how
Real soon

Cause I’m rugged
And I’m tough
And if you can you better run from me
Cause I’m tough

Cause I’m rugged
And I’m tough
And if you can you better run from me
Cause I’m tough

Cause I’m rugged
And I’m tough
And if you can you better run from me
Cause I’m tough

Cause I’m rugged
And I’m tough
And if you can you better run from me
Cause I’m tough

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Narrator Vocals – Steve Kusaba
Guitars – Steve Kusaba
Bass – Steve Kusaba
Drums – Jason Mielke
44. Newark Leave Things Alone click here
Narrator + Average Sam:
Leave things
Just as they are
Just partially free
And we can go far

Leave things
Just as they are
Just partially free
And we can go far

Average Sam:
Don’t overrate freedom
It’s not to be
But shelter and food is
Alright by me
Only a fool thinks
Security’s not number one

As long as I act and then
Do what I’m told
Then I can be sort of a
Part of the fold
Dangerous is letting others
Do just what they want

Narrator + Average Sam:
Leave things
Just as they are
Just partially free
And we can go far

Leave things
Just as they are
Just partially free
And we can go far

Average Sam:
This life is so great we can
Watch T.V.
Follow the clues in a
Mystery
Check out the tabloid news
Morning noon and evening

Let’s all vote for flim and flam
Both are the same
Each candidate weighs in with
Equal ounce brains
The people who vet them make sure
Things will work out for us

Narrator + Average Sam:
Leave things
Just as they are
Just partially free
And we can go far

Leave things
Just as they are
Just partially free
And we can go far

Leave things
Just as they are
Just partially free
And we can go far

Leave things
Just as they are
Just partially free
And we can go far

Average Sam:
Don’t overrate freedom
It’s not to be
But shelter and food is
Alright by me
Only a fool thinks
Security’s not number one

As long as I act and then
Do what I’m told
Then I can be sort of a
Part of the fold
Dangerous is letting others
Do just what they want

Narrator + Average Sam:
Leave things
Just as they are
Just partially free
And we can go far

Leave things
Just as they are
Just partially free
And we can go far

Leave things
Just as they are
Just partially free
And we can go far

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Narrator Vocals – Steve Kusaba
Average Sam Vocals – Jason Mielke
Guitar – Steve Kusaba
Bass – Steve Kusaba
Keyboard – Steve Kusaba
Harpsicord – Steve Kusaba
Drums – Jason Mielke
Synths – Steve Kusaba
45. New York Control Freak click here
Narrator:
Somewhere someone’s enjoying life
Ron fears this more than anything
In the world
Oh no
In the world
Oh no

There is a fine line
Between righteous and good
This line is straddled
Through the week
There is no bad time
For new restrictions
While squeezing tribute
From the meek
You see that Ron Reed
Is a freak

Control Freak
He is blowing his mind
He hates joy
Like it’s fresh turpentine
He’s got no soul
But he’s the party
Yes indeed

Control Freak
He is blowing his mind
He hates joy
Like it’s fresh turpentine
He has no soul
But vote for him or
You’re a creep

Somewhere someone had a good time
Ron hates this more than anything
In the world
Oh no
In the world
Oh no

There is a fine line
Between righteous and good
This line is straddled
Through the week
There is no bad time
For new restrictions
While squeezing tribute
From the meek
You see that Ron Reed
Is a freak

Control Freak
He is blowing his mind
He hates joy
Like it’s fresh turpentine
He’s got no soul
But he’s the party
Yes indeed

Control Freak
He is blowing his mind
He hates joy
Like it’s fresh turpentine
He has no soul
But vote for him or
You’re a creep

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Narrator Vocals – Lori Cunningham
Acoustic Guitar – Steve Kusaba
Electric Guitar – Steve Kusaba
Keyboard – Steve Kusaba
Bass – Steve Kusaba
Drums – Jason Mielke
Synths – Steve Kusaba
46. Philadelphia Greenie click here
Greenie:
The planet needs defending
Oh who will meet the task
Volcanoes choked with garbage
And deserts full of trash

You can sink or you can swim
Earth mother loudly screams
Against this tide we’ll never win
But I think I’ll choose green

The planet needs defending
Get up out of your beads
The TV is polluted
With gruesome talking heads

The matrix comes to welcome you
To stay within this dream
To Neo the choice was read or blue
But I think I’ll choose green

The revelation came to me
While I was far away
To save the world with my ideas
I’m thinking hours each day

What cheese to put on salads
Of lettuce beats and beans
To Neo the choice was read or blue
But I think I’ll choose green
To Neo the choice was read or blue
But I think I’ll choose green

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Green Vocals – Steve Kusaba
Guitar – Steve Kusaba
Keyboard – Steve Kusaba
Bass – Steve Kusaba
Drums – Jason Mielke
Synths – Steve Kusaba
47. Baltimore (Prepare for) Commie Bobor click here
Narrator:
Who are we to presume
On genius
Stand aside for
The great Bobor
Absent him we resume
Our failure
guidance true that is
What he’s for

Strike out for justice
Strike for pleasure
Strike because I told you to

Prepare for
The great Bobor

So slamavat the gates
Of Sears
And Wal-mart too

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Introducer Vocals – John Kovalenko
Harpsicord – Steve Kusaba
Keyboard – Steve Kusaba
Bass – Steve Kusaba
Drums – Jason Mielke
Synths – Steve Kusaba
48. Washington, D.C. I. What is this Thing?(Property Song) click here
Commie Bobor:
What is thing thing
They call property?
What is this thing
That I don’t own?What is thing thing
They call property?
What is this thing
That I don’t own?

Here’s a little riddle
Called the workers’ delight
You’re possessions in the middle
Then they move it out of sight
Most goes through the screener
To the privileged few
They will be your leaders
The remainder goes to you

If the bread is costly
We will hold the prices down
And if this leads to shortages
We’ll gun the baker down
The party is in danger
From the intellectual scum
The leaders have now spoken
So the thinking has been done

What is thing thing
They call property?
What is this thing
That I don’t own?

What is thing thing
They call property?
What is this thing
That I don’t own?

Agitate amongst
The workers oh so fair
Revolution
The Wal-mart must be scared

What can one really say against
Communism
It’s simple and it’s easy and it’s best
Best for everyone

Only someone stupid would say
Communism’s dumb
Everybody knows that
It is good

Agitate amongst
The workers oh so fair
Revolution
And Wal-mart must be scared

What is thing thing (agitate amongst)
That I don’t own? (the workers oh so fair)
What is this thing (here’s a little riddle
Called the workers delight)
Revolution (You’re possessions in the middle
Then they move it out of sight)
They call property? (The strongest in the country
get to pilfer from the pile;
The Wall St. must be scared)
Most goes through the screener to the privileged few
What is this thing
(They will be your leaders;
Communism’s good for you)
The remainder goes to you

What is this thing?

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Commie Bobor Vocals – Richard Kusaba
Background Vocals – Olivia
Guitar – Steve Kusaba
Bass – Steve Kusaba
Keyboard – Steve Kusaba
Drums and Percussion – Jason Mielke
Synths – Steve Kusaba
II. The Benediction click here
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Participants – Adam Mielke;
Alex Gustaffson;
Bella Schwartz;
Grace Weber;
Jason Mielke;
Lenna Habbeshaw;
Maria Anton;
Mark Woodbury;
Steve Kusaba
49. Richmond Revolution’s Here! click here
Narrator:
Revolution’s Here!
Revolution’s Here!

The people overthrew
The rulers down in Haiti lately

The wise and honest cheer
As they head on over there

Revolution’s Here!
Revolution’s Here!

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Narrator Vocals – Scott Hongel
Harpsicord – Steve Kusaba
Keyboard – Steve Kusaba
Synths – Steve Kusaba
50. Raleigh Chaos from Order click here
Narrator:
Ordo ex inordinatum
Ex ordine
Recessu accessuque
Nostrae in hae rent
Nostrae in hae rent
Vires

Ordo ex inordinatum
Ex ordine

An underlord has acted
For our good
You must do the things we all
Know that you should
The danger here is that we’ll
Be exposed
You must make sure that your
Actions are through composed

Reach to the earth
Pluck a pawn
Send it upward
Slowly
Turn as burning wood
To keep us clean

All is good
All is good

Who oh who
Will take the fall?
This Bennie K.
Was at the hall

The proof is thin
To frame him for the fire
So take this ant
And make him look the liar
The course we set will
Increase true desire
To see our grip help
Bring protection higher

He is so weak
Said the informer
Chodo is his love
Then we’ll plant him
Symbol of fear
We can exploit that
Chodo is his love

Order from chaos
Chaos from order
In ebb and flow
Power is ours

Ordo ex inordinatum
Ex ordine
Recessu accessuque
Nostrae in hae rent
Nostrae in hae rent
Vires

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Gray Vocals – John Kovalenko
Background Vocals – Jessica Benson
Guitar – Steve Kusaba
Keyboard – Steve Kusaba
Harpsicord – Steve Kusaba
Bass – Steve Kusaba
Drums – Chad Wackerman
Violin – John Kovalenko
Flute – John Flanders
Synths – Steve Kusaba
51. Nashville Arrest click here
Police Man:
Bennie K.
Open the door!

We don’t need no stinkin’ warrent
But we got one anywayWe don’t need no stinkin’ warrent
But we got one anyway

We don’t need no stinkin’ warrent
But we got one anyway

We don’t need no stinkin’ warrent
But we got one anyway

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Police Vocals – Steve Kusaba
Guitar – Steve Kusaba
Bass – Steve Kusaba
Drums – Jason Mielke
Synths – Steve Kusaba
52. New Orleans Chaos from Justice (The Trial) click here
Willem:
The accused
Caught by Chodo smell
Prosecutor Titorell
Get the process underway

Chorus:
Bennie K. had Chodo!
Bennie K. had Chodo!Willem:
Kamminer will testify
Bennie K. had a spleef
On fire

Narrator:
We suspect he set the fire
Caught in a web of muck
And mire
The debate was killed
By him

Chorus:
Bennie K. had Chodo!
Bennie K. had Chodo!

Bennie K.:
I did not set the fire
The DA is a liar

Judge:
If you won’t desist
The court will slap your wrist

Bennie K.:
From Kamminer the plant was sent
In this I’m fully innocent
I’ll preach to the choir
There’s principles much higher
Now I’ll have to set
The record straight

Choir:
Bennie K. had Chodo!
Bennie K. had Chodo!

Mason:
Shut up that’s required!
Curtail you’re sick desire

Bennie K:
Mason you’re the
Best attorney I could
Ever hire
But I have to say
You’re fired

Clearly the truth is
The purpose of the court is
Extending the power of the
People that do
Run this place

Judge:
Don’t get arrogant
The court gives punishment

Bennie K.:
There are more laws
Than can be read
In a thousand
Lifetimes here in hell
So all is totally
Absurd

Willem:
He says he is innocent
But he doesn’t know the law

Choir:
Ius sanctus
Ius sanctus
Ius sanctus

Our bodies ours not yours
Your constitution’s the source
Settled in human rights
Constant and sure
Guided by principles
Lofty and pure

Our bodies ours not yours
Your constitution’s the source
It was made to make
The citizen
Safe and Secure

Money and power is
Your only love

Bennie K.:
They planted Chodo you see
All who love truth will agree
Despite my innocence
Chodo’s for me

Chorus:
Justice from chaos oh
Chaos from justice oh
We inflict great power
Us and our masters
Us and our masters

Now the verdict will be read…

Titorell:
We rest our case on
This testament of truth

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Bennie K. Vocals – Milagra McGee
Willem Vocals – Andy Maughan
Mason Vocals – Clark Bullen
Titorell Vocals – Clark Bullen
Little Girl Vocals – Bella Schwartz
Judge Vocals – Lori Cunningham
Alto Vocals – Olivia Maughan
Tenor Vocals – Andy Maughan
Keyboard – Steve Kusaba
Bass – Steve Kusaba
Drums – Jason Mielke
Synths – Steve Kusaba
53. Memphis Guity Guity Guilty click here
Men of Gray:
Guilty guilty guilty guilty
Scumbag loser
Guilty guilty guilty guilty
Selfish clown

Guilty guilty guilty guilty
Eternal loser
You think it’s fun but
We’ll strike you down

We sentence you to time in hell
Our prisons are the scourge of the earth
When you’re sitting in a tiny closet to
Contemplate the error of your birth

The state cannot tolerate unlimited pleasure
Chodo plant pocession is a terrible crime
The only words to use are the ones of confession
Humble flagelation is the proper use of time

Guilty guilty guilty guilty
Scumbag loser
Guilty guilty guilty guilty
Scumbag clown

Guilty guilty guilty guilty
Eternal loser
You think it’s fun but
We’ll strike you down

Dies irae

Guilty guilty guilty guilty
Scumbag loser
Guilty guilty guilty guilty
Scumbag clown

Guilty guilty guilty guilty
Scumbag loser
Guilty guilty guilty guilty
Scumbag clown

Dies irae
Dies illa
Solvet sae
Clum in favil
La teste David
Cum Sybul la
Quantus tremor est futurus
Quando ju dex est venturus
Cuncta sticte discus
Su rus

Take him away
Now bound in chains

Guilty guilty guilty guilty
Scumbag loser
Guilty guilty guilty guilty
Scumbag clown

Guilty guilty guilty guilty
Scumbag loser
Guilty guilty guilty guilty
Scumbag clown

Guilty guilty guilty guilty
Scumbag loser
Guilty guilty guilty guilty
Scumbag clown

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Men of Gray Vocals – John Kovalenko
Background Vocals – Steve Kusaba
Guitar – Steve Kusaba
Bass – Steve Kusaba
Drums – Jason Mielke
Synths – Steve Kusaba
54. Atlanta If it Bleeds click here
Narrator:
If it bleeds it leads
Circus fits the public need
When there’s pain
We’re on it
Like a fiendish diatonicNever find the facts
Ain’t no time to get them right
To be fiscally sound
You must always
Win the fightIf it bleeds it leads
If it bleeds it leads
If it bleeds it leads
If it bleeds it leads

If it bleeds it leads
Put the object in deep shame
Let the public
Drink the gore
Serotonin to the brain

Now the anchors
Laugh and giggle
And they all will play the fool
If the subject is a bake sale
Or it’s bingo after pool

If it bleeds it leads
If it bleeds it leads
If it bleeds it leads
If it bleeds it leads

Release the news that
Bennie burned the hall down
We now see who it was that
Killed the great debate

Release the news that
Bennie burned the hall down
Obey your loyal master
Obey, obey, obey, obey

If it bleeds it leads
They’ve convicted Bennie K.
Of burning down the hall
That is all
The press did say

Now they think they know
Who had killed the great debate
You can see that
Chodo plant makes
Murderers full of hate

If it bleeds it leads
If it bleeds it leads
If it bleeds it leads
If it bleeds it leads

If it bleeds it leads
If it bleeds it leads
If it bleeds it leads
If it bleeds it leads

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Narrator Vocals – Steve Kusaba
Men of Gray Vocals – John Kovalenko
Background Press Vocals – Chris Priddy
Guitar – Steve Kusaba
Bass – Steve Kusaba
Drums – Jason Mielke
Synths – Steve Kusaba
55. Jacksonville Gotha click here
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Clarinet – John Flanders
Harpsicord – Steve Kusaba
56. Tampa I. Box click here
Guard:
Receiving prisoner 747

See how he likes being with
Himself a long time
Ha!

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Guard Vocals – Steve Kusba
Synths – Steve Kusaba
II. So Sorry click here
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Piano – Edward Goldfarb
57. Orlando Far Away click here
Narrator:
The hopeless cause
You pour yourself
Like wasted rain
Mysteriously
The hopeless cause
Has become your betterWhy
The hopeless days
That you’ve laid out
Like wasted rain
Down the dungeoun steps
You’re a stranger
Up the crying room

Was it worth the cost
For all to play?
Can you dream while far away
Feel the light of hope
And not despair

You’re a stranger
Caught in a dark world
You’re a stranger
Caught in a dark world

Far away
You are so
Far away

Far away
You are so
Far away

Up the crying room
Was it for the cost
For all to pay?

The hopeless cause
You pour yourself
Like wasted rain
Mysteriously
The hopeless cause
Has become your better

Why
The hopeless days
That you’ve laid out
Like wasted rain
Down the dungeoun steps
You’re a stranger
Up the crying room

Was it worth the cost
For all to pay?
Can you dream while far away
Feel the light of hope
And not despair

You’re a stranger
Caught in a dark world
You’re a stranger
Caught in a dark world

Far away
You are so
Far away

Far away
You are so
Far away

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Narrator Vocals – Lori Cunningham
Guitar – Steve Kusaba
Keyboard – Steve Kusaba
Bass – Steve Kusaba
Drums – Jason Mielke
Synths – Steve Kusaba
58. Miami The Letter click here
Jeff:
To who this may regard
It’s tragic
To the atonal bard
No magic

To those who take the fall
You have to take it all
You got to murder
You get this letter
They said you burned the hall
It’s tragic
To the atonal bard
No magic

When channel two told me
About your arson spree
You got to murder
You get this letter
You got to murder
You get this letter

Never cross my path again
This life
You are dead to me
As is Yellowknife
On a frozen night
With the fields turned white
You have lost your compass
When you turned from right

To who this may regard
It’s tragic
To the atonal bard
To the atonal bard
To the atonal bard
No magic

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Jeff Vocals – Steve Kusaba
Guitar – Steve Kusaba
Keyboard – Steve Kusaba
Bass – Steve Kusaba
Drums – Jason Mielke
Synths – Steve Kusaba
59. Kingston Redemption click here
Narrators:
Jeff loves to get
The newly brought mail
Is it cash?
Or it’s a bill?
Or a picture
Of Mandy Moore?

Jeff loves to get
The newly brought mail
The post-man comes
Each day at 1:10
He brings letters
You know he can’t fail

Jeff loves to get
The newly brought mail
Is it cash?
Or it’s a bill?
Or a picture
Of Mandy Moore?

I say
Jeff loves to get (Is it cash?)
The newly (Or it’s a bill?)
brought mail (Or a picture)
Of Mandy Moore?

It’s in a giant
Box right there

Is it a cake?
Or just a file?
Some contraband?
Or Roger Moore?

They say the letter
It has been returned now

I see the letter
Never read by him now

Go now
Go now

Time to let Bennie
Know the truth
Time to go where prison
Where he is

This place is
Barbarically quite crude

The rights of man
Are hardly
Shining in view

Jeff knows to speak
At Bennie then to leave
Jeff knows to speak
At Bennie then to leave

The hopes of all
The guards
Not deemed worth
The pursuit

(In anger)
Jeff knows to speak
(The hopes of all the guards)
At Bennie then to leave
(Not deemed worth the pursuit)

The hopes of all
The guards
Not deemed worth
The pursuit

(In anger)
Jeff knows to speak
(The hopes of all the guards)
At Bennie then to leave
(Not deemed worth the pursuit)

Prevail
Over violence

Prevail
Over violence
Jeff killed the guard

Jeff killed a guard
To end violence

Prevail
Over violence
Prevail
Over violence

As Jeff and Bennie
Escape

Jeff escaped
Bennie escaped

They left the camp
Now Jeff was told the truth

Jeff escaped
Bennie escaped (They both escaped)
So Jeff was told
The sordid truth (They both escaped)
The sordid truth (They both escaped)

Bennie told Jeff the truth
Bennie told Jeff the whole truth

And if friendship ends
There never was friendship at all

Reconciled
All was forgiven
All was forgiven

Reconciled
All was forgiven
All was forgiven

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Soprano Vocals – Olivia Maughan
Alto Vocals – Olivia Maughan
Tenor Vocals – Andy Maughan
Bass Vocals – John Kovalenko
Prison Camp Vocals – Steve Kusaba
Guitar – Steve Kusaba
Keyboard – Steve Kusaba
Bass – Steve Kusaba
Drums – Z Jefferson
Violin – John Kovalenko
Viola – Christopher McKeller
Cello – Mary Lindbloom
Synths – Steve Kusaba
60. Port-au-Prince I. Land of Our Own click here
Narrator:
A land of our own
A land of our own
In time we will own
A place we call home

A land of our own
A way of our own

A land or sea

(She’s all yours!)

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Soprano Vocals – Olivia Maughan
Alto Vocals – Olivia Maughan
Keyboard – Steve Kusaba
Violin I – John Kovalenko
Violin II – John Kovalenko
Viola – Christopher McKeller
Cello – Mary Lindbloom
Flute – John Flanders
Clarinet – John Flanders
Trumpet – Serretta Hart
Tuba – Jeffery Scott
Synths – Steve Kusaba
II. Through and Through click here
Narrator:
Most of the time
We all
Can feel so helpless
Then comes a time
When we
Can stand near the dark possessed
A cold heart can luminous

Through and through
Deep inside my heart
Through and through
The whole thing’s through
Now and then
The good folks win a hand
When their actions do

Through and through
Yes I matter
Through and through
A real difference
Now and then
A few will find a sense that
Action is virtue

Most of the time
We all
Can feel so helpless
Then comes a time
When we
Can stand near the dark possessed
A cold heart must luminous

Through and through
Deep inside my heart
Through and through
The whole thing’s through
Now and then
The good folks win a hand
When their actions do

Through and through
Yes I matter
Through and through
A real difference
Now and then
A few will find a sense that
Action is virtue

Then set a trap
She’ll pay him for his deeds
It’s fresh with cheese
To bring him to his knees
But she never planned this
In her wildest dreams
Improve the world
It seems so European

Through and through
The job is pure sadness
Through and through
She is the world’s defense
Trick the predator
As the predecessor

Most of the time
We all
Can feel so helpless
Then comes a time
When we
Can stand near the dark possessed
A cold heart can luminous

Through and through
Deep inside my heart
Through and through
The whole thing’s through
Now and then
The good folks win a hand
When their actions do

Through and through
Yes I matter
Through and through
A real difference
Now and then
A few will find a sense that
Action is virtue

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Narrator Vocals – Steve Kusaba
Acoustic Guitar – Steve Kusaba
Electric Guitar – Steve Kusaba
Piano – Ed Goldfarb
Bass – Steve Kusaba
Drums – Jason Mielke
Violin – John Kovalenko
Flute – John Flanders
Clarinet – John Flanders
Synths – Steve Kusaba
III. Yellow Moon click here
Narrator:
Yellow room
Central map
Access to
Well set trap
Catch the greedy
Hungry eyes
Blood shot beady
Eos sighs

Yellow room
Central map
Access to
Well set trap
Catch the greedy (call the freak)
Hungry eyes (to booby trap)
Blood shot beady
Hypnotized

Yellow moon
Shining bright
In these rooms
Out of sight

We all brought here
By our lust

Let down his guard
Like Cresus
Caught in whirlwind
Sent by the tide

Gold and pleasure
Power’s privldge
Kneel before the fire

Yellow room
Central map (strong bright beems)
Access to (bring on madness)
Well set trap (vicious dreams)
Catch the greedy
Hungry eyes
Bloodshot beady
King of flies

Yellow moon
Is shining bright
In these rooms
Out of sight

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Narrator Vocals I – Olivia Maughan
Narrator Vocals II – Andy Maughan
Background Vocals I – Steve Kusaba
Background Vocals II – Scott Hongel
Bass Vocals – John Kovalenko
Acoustic Guitar – Steve Kusaba
Bass – Steve Kusaba
Keyboard – Steve Kusaba
Drums – Jason Mielke
Synths – Steve Kusaba
IV. Police Business click here
Selwyn:
The path
It seems he isn’t biting
This mark
Might not be such an easy score
The plan has changed
But no one seems to know it
The stakes
Are startling largely to grow

Trask:
Let’s move along
This is police business
Unless you feel the need to
Speed confess
Time for you to obey
The law…

Let’s move along
This is police business
Unless you feel the need to
Speed confess
I’m asking you to kindly
Move along
I’m asking you to kindly
Move along

Narrator:
She has to double back
She’ll tell him that she’ll leave
And the we’re going to see

Selwyn:
The path
It seems he isn’t biting
This mark
Might not be such an easy score
The plan has changed
But no one seems to know it
The stakes
Are startling largely to grow

Trask:
Let’s move along
This is police business
Unless you feel the need to
Speed confess
Time for you to obey
The law…

Let’s move along
This is police business
Unless you feel the need to
Speed confess
I’m asking you to kindly
Move along
I’m asking you to kindly
Move along

Narrator:
She has to double back
She’ll tell him that she’ll leave
And the we’re going to see
If she can make things right

He keep his mom
Tied in a plastic bag
Down around his ankle

Her bones
He bronzed gold
So now he’ll never miss
Her

We have to ask just what
His mother saw
We have to ask just what
His mother saw

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Selwyn Vocals – Brittany Bullen
Trask Vocals – Danny Tarasevich
Narrator Vocals – Olivia Maughan
Background Vocals – Steve Kusaba
Acoustic Guitar – Steve Kusaba
Electric Guitar – Steve Kusaba
Bass – Steve Kusaba
Keyboard – Steve Kusaba
Drums – Jason Mielke
Synths – Steve Kusaba
V. Don’t Let Me Be Evil click here
Selwyn:
Oh please
Don’t let me be evil
Let not
My deeds be built on sand

Illusions brought in stories
From others as well as myself
Just don’t
Let me be evil

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Selwyn Vocals – Brittany Bullen
Viola – Christopher McKeller
Synths – Steve Kusaba
VI. Get Things Done click here
Trask:
To get things done
I will really have to move

Done!

To get things done
I will have to really move

The door
The door
It must be somewhere near

To get things done

How did I end here
I have to leave now

To get things done

What a goofy stupid place
To get things done

To get things done
I will really have to move

I might stuck here
For a long time

Wait there is a very
Special place under the
Trash

Leave this place

Out of place

There

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Trask Vocals – Danny Tarasevich
Soprano Vocals – Olivia Maughan
Alto – Vocals – Olivia Maughan
Bass Vocals – John Kovalenko
Keyboard – Steve Kusaba
Bass – Steve Kusaba
Drums – Jason Mielke
Violin 1 – John Kovalenko
Violin 2 – John Kovalenko
Viola – Christopher McKeller
Cello – Mary Lindbloom
Flute – John Flanders
Clarinet – John Flanders
Synths – Steve Kusaba
VII. Tyranny of Wicked Men click here
Trask:
The tyranny of wicked men
Knows no boundries

The deeds sink lower
(hear me through the walls) I am on the hunt

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Trask Vocals – Danny Tarasevich
Keyboard – Steve Kusaba
Violin – John Kovalenko
Synths – Steve Kusaba
VIII. Bones click here
Trask:
Mama’s bones
Mama’s bones
Mama’s golden nose
Keeping me on
Tips of my toes

Mama’s bones
Mama’s bones
Mama’s big old ribs
Keeping me from
Getting much too glib

Mama’s bones
Mama’s bones
Mama’s golden skull
I am delerious from
The weight of it all

Here to honor
Newly found creed

Little Girl:
Why does Trask
Keep his mother’s
Bones in a bag?

Papa:
I’ll tell you when
You get older

Little Girl:
Around his ankle?

Papa:
Ok ok
He doesn’t ever
Miss her

And she can
See his great
Misdeads and adventures

Little Girl:
Bones?

Papa:
Ok ok
Maybe bones can’t
See all that well

But if they can see
In Joe’s mind, well
Anything is possible
In there

Little Girl:
So he misses her?

Papa:
All the ties
That bind us
Are invisable

Little Girl:
I’m scared

Papa:
You should be

Trask:
Can you hear me?
Now you know
I’ve got her now

Mama’s bones
Mama’s bones
Mama’s golden nose
Keeping me on
Tips of my toes

Mama’s bones
Mama’s bones
Mama’s big old rib
Keeping me from
Getting much too glib

Mama’s bones
Mama’s bones
Mama’s golden skull
I am delerious from
The weight of it all

Little Girl + Papa:
Mama’s bones
Mama’s bones
Mama’s golden nose

Mama’s bones
Mama’s bones
Mama’s golden nose

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Trask Vocals – Danny Tarasevich
Papa Vocals – Steve Kusaba
Little Girl Vocals – Bella Schwartz
Keyboard – Steve Kusaba
Synths – Steve Kusaba
IX. Maze click here
Selwyn:
Circle goes a round
And round
But what does it
Now rest upon
Marbles roll
With not a sound
From light to dark
From dusk to dawn

Somebody save the girl
I guess it must be me

Marbles roll
with not a sound
From light to dark
From dusk to dawn

Quickly now
I have to find my way through
But what is this?
Here I see the trail
Of the scrapings

What have we here
Your sharp new premiere
Your sinister pacing
And there’s no doughnuts to chew

Your mother’s gold clang
Her bones in the bag
With all that I almost
Could not quite recognize you

Narrator:
Sheeth that blade
The hammer gets tossed
All custom made
Your cause is now lost
This sure looks like
Really strange police business

Sheeth that blade
The hammer gets tossed
Tools of your trade
You shouldn’t be crossed
There is no doubt
It’s time to straighten this out

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Selwyn Vocals – Brittany Bullen
Narrator Vocals – Steve Kusaba
Acoustic Guitar – Steve Kusaba
Electric Guitar – Steve Kusaba
Keyboard – Steve Kusaba
Bass – Steve Kusaba
Drums – Jason Mielke
Synths – Steve Kusaba
X. Halt click here
Selwyn:
Halt!
Halt!
Halt your ugly thoughts
And cruel intentions

You’re the road and
I’m the grader
More than passing through
To your cause
You’ve turned a traitor
So I’m here to stop you

Halt!
Halt!
Stop your ugly thoughts
And cruel intentions
Time for you to go to sleep

Counter
Veni vidi vici
Electrically

Electrically
Veni vidi vici
Current

Counter
Veni vidi vici
Yippy

Shockingly
Veni vidi vici
Electrocutis

Veni vidi vici
Electrocutis

Trask:
Oh the pain
Challenged by a girl
I think you could help
My ankle’s really hurting me
Please let me go free
I could see a doctor
Wendy?

Selwyn:
Halt!
Halt!
Time to tally up the growing bill
Time to pay the pied piper

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Selwyn Vocals – Brittany Bullen
Trask Vocals – Danny Tarasevich
Keyboard – Steve Kusaba
Violin – John Kovalenko
Viola – Christopher McKeller
Cello – Mary Lindbloom
Synths – Steve Kusaba
XI. Annihilation of the Heart click here
Selwyn:
As I wandered through
The weeks and years
Good old fashion helped me see
I always knew what’s
Right from wrong
The perfect path
Would keep me strong

As I play the role of
Light creator
The beams are ashened by
The smokey contradictions
Where is the wisdom?
Replaced by fiction

This world must be insane
This world must be insane

As I made it through
The faint tomorrows
I would rely on memory
I always knew what’s
Right from wrong
A perfection in my song

As I play the role of
Light believer
I fell a victim to
The hidden contradictions
Where is the wisdom?
What are the symptoms?

My world must be insane
This world must be insane

The tides of fate interrupt
My wonderous days
The mortal flesh set free to run
Though bound in chains
Tied to the clock
Tides of fate

Yesterday I knew no sorrow
Now gray despair blots out the sun
The empty life
The murderous stare

For me no pity
Or a pardon
My decades of joy the true remit
To chase the pearls
The twisted pit
The baker’s knife misdeed
Absent the cake cut right
Drilled silly poor Gordon
Also I was turning with that bit
Away from this world

The twisted pit
The baker’s knife
And now I plan
Descent away from life
Perhaps not

I can live with great purpose
Bound by a great meaning
The tides of fate interrupt
I’ve become the thing that I despise

I end this dream within a dream
I end this dream within a dream
Die bound in chains
Tied to the clock
Tied to the clock

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Selwyn Vocals – Brittany Bullen
Guitar – Steve Kusaba
Piano – Edward Goldfarb
Bass – Steve Kusaba
Drums – Jason Mielke
Violin – John Kovalenko
Viola – Christopher McKeller
Cello – Mary Lindbloom
Synths – Steve Kusaba
XII. Fin de Satz click here
Here the end
Flows in breathlessly
This is beginning (to me)
This is beginning

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Soprano Vocal – Olivia Maughan
Alto Vocal – Olivia Maughan
Bass Vocal – John Kovalenko
Violin 1 – John Kovalenko
Violin 2 – John Kovalenko
Viola – Christopher McKeller
Cello – Mary Lindbloom
Flute – John Fladers
Clarinet – John Flanders
Tuba – Jeffery Scott
Synths – Steve Kusaba