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US AGAINST OURSELVES

by The Church of Entertainment Hedonism

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1.
Every thirty one hundred and twenty five years or so The Bozo Brigade and their whores all have a go At running the whole damn thing in the dirt To see how far down it can go ….And then they trade it all in on the backs of A billion lost souls Now – This is a SHOUT OUT to all of my friends in the Mesh From Aji Gabbaro to Denny Koresh – and the rest Too stubborn to quit and – too dumb to learn We stare at the fire while the whole world burns For FIVE – TONS OF FLAX we can trade it all in On the last big bang 'fore the clocks Go to zero – again RISE RISE Lift your eyes to the skies And cash in your chips while the whole world dies Tonight Now its thirty one hundred and twenty five years down the HOLE and the Bozo Brigade and their whores are still runnin' the show They're DRIVIN' the whole damn thing off the tracks To see how far down – it can go go go ….Before they trade it back in on the backs of a billion NEW souls Now this is a SHOUT OUT to all of my friends in the Mesh and every Bio-Morph Skin job who never sold out to the ‘PLEX To all the Infonaut soldiers with – cold mirror stares Who never bow down and DON’T say their prayers We don't say our prayers RISE RISE Raise your eyes to the simulated skies And GRIND for more E-X-P while the universe dies RISE RISE Strap your shells to a Paradox Drive And Aim for the next BIG BANG while the universe dies --For five tons of Flax-- --We’re gonna take it all back-- It’s thirty one hundred and twenty five years For billions in bodies and trillions in tears For five tons of Flax -- but don’t take it too far And remember to aim for the prettiest star --We want the prettiest star-- --We want the prettiest star-- RISE RISE Raise your eyes to the simulated skies And – play in the sun – while the universe dies
2.
At the end of the world, on the edge of the night Looking down the barrel of -- a girl I like to ride; I like to rise up and -- soar across those tell-a-vision skies And it’s just like Jimmy said it was Cos’ you know there’s no cover anywhere For -- people like you and me, my love There’s no one coming to the rescue So you aim for the center mass and you Run and you run You run and you run In the light of the cold hard fact that you can’t always tell What it’s like to be a human being when you Live your whole life -- at the bottom of a gravity well Looking up at the whole wide world It’s looking down on you, in your safe little shell But you know there’s no cover anywhere For -- fools like you and me, my love There’s no one coming to the rescue So you aim for the center mass and you Squeeze and let go Ya squeeze and let go And you ride, and you fly straight up and -- out On a comet tail And indescribably bright point of light Soaring up -- through the veil Where everything you touch and taste don’t Turn to shit on a dare, and The words don’t get tangled up in your cape When you fall and you fail -- in midair Cos’ you know there’s no cover anywhere For people like you and me, my dear There’s no one coming to the rescue So you aim for the center mass And you get to the clear You get to the clear
3.
The universe is up for grabs -- she’s gone to pieces Your baby-mama's got rock hard abs -- she’s gone to pieces Just in time for a new cheap thrill? -- We’ve all gone to pieces I can’t get hard without a little blue pill -- It’s all gone to pieces But what she don’t know, won’t hurt her so She covers up -- before she go go go Black on her eyes, you know -- she’s gone to pieces But when she comes it's a big dumb show -- we’ve all gone to pieces “I’m game;” it’s her secret-name -- it’s all gone to pieces But what she don’t know, won’t hurt her so She covers up -- before she go go go
4.
So Connected 04:01
Hey, HI, hello -- come in The water’s fine, and -- we’re all friends, here Here at the bottom of the pyramid The all-seeing-eye of whore-us Dollies in And I’m ready for my close-up now cos’ I am so connected And I’ve got to say my bits like I’m still self-directed Ok now -- it’s cool; I’m glad you made it Cos’ dying in your twenties is overrated Here at the bottom of the petri-dish Tiny tweaks make great big cha-cha-changes And I’m ready for my close-up now cos’ I am so connected And I’ve got to say my bits like I’m still self-directed It’s just US against ourselves, and that means -- I can’t fall And if I fall at all, I’ll -- just reject it It only hurts when I look back in anger And I reject that first, because -- it’s so played out I only smile when I move forward without fear Which happens every time -- you’re near The whore of Babble-On and all her stupid friends Will get what they’ve got coming -- in the end I’m ready for my close-up now cos’ I am so connected And I’ve got to say my bits like I’m still self-directed It’s just US against ourselves, and that means -- I can’t fall And if I fall at all, I’ll -- just reject it
5.
Almost gone and lost myself in the rain A knife-style without a COCK in the game? Me and you on a mission for the C-Y-A “Outside ring of a Babble-On gate” …Where the Bubbleonian’s move like Egyptians I thought we could go home But I kept getting stuck on your phone Hey come on, you and me, we can go all the way Bubbleonia -- What the fuck ever Now there’s a lot more of that where we came from But yo -- you gotta have the stones to advance You wind up upside-down at the bottom of a pile With a thesaurus stuffed back down in yo pants If I fell down all the way I was looking for someone to SAVE WOW -- Hypothetically speaking Is Bubbleonia just another mind-game? Samson took the on-ramp; highway to hell Root # 666 all the way We found his GTO idling at the airport motel With Jayne Mansfield’s severed head in a bag Now I’ve never been one to stare But she had clumps of grass and gum in her hair You probably think that I care -- but I don’t It’s a big dumb show It’s a big dumb show It’s a big dumb Everybody sing and dance, yo! I finally got down all the way And now I’m dropped off and feeling no pain Me and my big mouth dropped a mind-bomb on YO town And now I’m bumming out because you’re gone and I’ve got nothing to say
6.
The Dead 04:05
The dead came looking for paradise They were from everywhere, they came from nowhere Now-here, nothingness They were outlaws, soldiers, children born without souls They were martyrs, pilgrims, settlers and homesteaders They came from Hell to conquer a billion worlds They came from Earth and they were refugees, desperate to Escape Eden, Heaven, and -- God And the dead could not be stopped And the dead could not be destroyed And the dead would not work Because they were dead and they came only For the free food and -- consolation prizes You dig? It was the last of the great exoduses; the biggest secret No one ever bothered to keep, because No one believed it anyway, man And they prayed for the bombs to fall They vowed to live and die by the gun, and the sword -- forever! They were fugitives from justice, from the law From natural law And the dead knew the big secret They were in on the plan The Earth they told us was a prison And death would not free us from its deadly Kung-Fu grip You and I were created to suffer because our suffering is the juice That drives the engine and makes the machine “work” You were born to die and be born again and Die and -- be born again Forever and ever, over and over -- AMEN But what if the barrier could be destroyed somehow? Could a vampire god trap a soul in a prison Like grains of sand, slipping between its fingers In a strong galactic wind? True death, soul death, final death, freedom! And the dead lined up to leave, as fast as they came in Faster even They were ready to penetrate the veil of Heaven They were ready to pierce the mouth of night They were ready to break-on-through To go beyond “space” and -- into “time” Which is really the same thing anyway, brother The dead proclaimed themselves lords of their own creation They were ready to never-be-reborn They were ready to color -- outside the lines And live forever In a verse of their own making By their own designs
7.
I Win 05:13
This road is mine I’ve known its twists and turns This flesh is mine to give These words are mine to choose Mundane or extraordinary Each moment spent inside you is a gift If I win Into the perfect darkness came a light And from the this light a brand new star was born Reflected in the endless sea of night The spark of every song sung here below Shining in the aeons with no end If I win This heart is mine I’ve known its twists and turns This kiss is mine to give These words are mine to choose Mundane or extraordinary Each moment spent beside you is a gift If I win Out here on the edge of life and death The first thing that drives you on again is love Love reaches across the stars like light Crossing time and space in the blink of an eye Spreading out across the skies tonight A lust for life -- with you -- too strong to deny No human force can tear this love apart Fix your eye on a shooting star and it’s ours
8.
Last Friday night at the Higgs There was a big dumb fight between a couple of kids Some shit got said that probably never should have been, and -- well You know where that gets us, dontcha? Meanwhile up around 5000 feet In a geodesic dome at the end of the street There was a coming out party for the New Double-Speak; Everybody said “PLEASE!” when they screwed ya Now I don’t wanna tell ya that you’re doing it wrong But there’s a real fine line between “playing along” and getting it right, but -- thats a cautionary tale Now the last time I talked to my home-boy, Buddy He was busting his ass trying to make that money He had leveled up his soul-survivor RP By pretending he knew how to do it It’s the same kinda shit for me and my ol’ lady We cover everything in shit and pretend that it’s gravy But the sweetest meat comes where the fat touches bone and you know that we’re both prone to chew it So I ain’t talking out of my ass when I say That there’s a real good line of BS to be made and IF you’re lapping it up? Well -- that’s a cautionary tale You know all that shit they try to sell ya? It’s bull All they really want is obedient tools
9.
I Know Right 03:50
I like to know just what you are Not that I care what you’re going through I like to think that the distance between us is there for a pretty good reason But what you don’t understand is that EVERYTHING is part of the plan And you can either “let go,” and drop down out of the FLOW or you can -- grab on with BOTH hands and start squeezin’ I like to think there’s a greater good -- than The one that we keep in our pockets I’d like to know that there’s a reason we fight and it doesn’t really matter what you call it Your secret schools are all just “mystery meat;” They’re all GRIST for the grill that I’m smokin’ on Your precious secrets don’t mean nothing to me They’re just TENDER for the fires that I’m stokin’ on But what you don’t understand is that EVERY LITTLE THING is only PART of the plan You can either step into a suicide booth or you can Grab on with both hands and stop teasin’ I know right I said you know I know you know I know right I like to know just what you are Not that I care whatcha goin’ through I like to think that the distance between us is relative to TIME and DIMENSION But what you don’t understand is that EVERYTHING YOU DREAM is also part of the plan, and You can either come clean and get reborn in a dream or take a bubble-bath and stop all your screaming I know right I said you know I know you know I know right

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released October 12, 2012

All songs (c) 2011, 2012 Dog Dagger Songs Chance Derek Gregory and Skot Pollok.

Chance -- The Sin/ger
Skot -- Guitars, Bass Guitars, Drums
Except: Piano on “I Win” arranged & performed by Rich Frey

Mixed & Produced by Skot Pollok and Chance Derek Gregory
Mastered by Paula Hanson

Logo and Cover Art: Karianna Gregory
Logo and Cover Art Concept and Design by CDG and Karianna Gregory

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