The Singles - Season 3

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If you see me with a smile on my face like I finally solved the mystery of the world or perpetrated its greatest crime blood on my hands up to my waist in the devil's seed Then wake me put my feet upon the floor wash my face and hands drain the blood and put a mark on your door so things don't get to be like they were before If you see me with my face to the sky shiny metal tubes connect the stars to my eyes Tiny silver firemen sliding down the poles busting down the door to my skull Save the baby and put the fire out
Like Florence from your mountain Both cast your poets out For speaking plain You bowl your bombs down aisles Where black folk kneel to pray For your blacker souls Dog-torn children bled A, B, O, as you Christ's blood not more red Burning my house to keep them out You sowed wind: hear it blow! Soon, you reap.... One day we will sleep Braver and beloved In our souls to keep Angry angels reaping One day we will sleep --adapted from "If I Forget Thee, O Birmingham" by John Beecher, 1963 / additional lyrics by Aya Peard
I. Piggy Comes a-Courtin' Piggy Bizz comes calling on Lunatic Fringe, but unlike all the wolves that have come before trying to leaf through Miss Fringe's pages, this little Piggy came with a promise of marriage and light chocolates. Luna, unable to refuse a good "choky" or deny the new burning in her loins, steps out with Mr. Bizz for what she dreams is her future - heart filled with love and hope, head swimming with all the possibilities a good bizz can bring. As time passes, it becomes clear it is not to be: An all too brief honeymoon, a few more choice lies, and then Luna is stuck in the washroom or cooking dinner for a pig who hardly comes home (too "bizzie" chasing after the ever newer talent), leaving Luna alone to sing her songs of anguish and dismay. II. Piggy Bizz Worms His Way Back In Luna is still stinging from the last time Piggy came around with promises of care and attention. Piggy, using velvet tongue and well-rehearsed lies, convinces her that this time he means it and things will be different. Luna wants to believe - loneliness and abandonment had made her vulnerable. So, off to the kitchen to fix Piggy dinner and put his sneakers in the dryer. On her return, she finds her Piggy, her purse, and her self respect all gone. III. Inspiration (Luna Takes a Walk) Luna, kicking herself over Piggy ("Fool me twice......cunt!" she repeats through clenched teeth), finds herself standing in front of the Mayor's Mansion in the old neighborhood, where foreclosure signs hang like gallows. Memories start to flood back. Before Luna knew where she was, she had crossed Mid-Stage River, following the trail between Hobo Village and Bob's Pile. "No Bob? How odd!" she thought. Luna stands in front of, then inside the Crackytown Mission, where she is told of a bathroom, a beer truck, and a suicide. Back into the outside, tears leading the way....composure not come! Gentrification Heights has grown beyond all recognition, blocking off the short cut to Luna's past. Her youth pouring from her eyes, "The promise and the lies of old friends!" Luna runs home to write this song.... IV. Luna's Facetubespacepage Luna Fringe Forty-one Female Five foot eight Present occupation: having fun Looking for: validation Modest ink and a passion for pink Street-smart performance artist Self-educated commentator Dedicated life-long musician Lately has learned the death of her childhood, but is inspired to press on with the terminally damned thing that has been lovingly squeezed out for the past thirteen years, entitled: "Probing For a Happy Ending As Seen Through the Poked Blind Eye"
I have already traveled to the end of Earth with you And I will travel again to the end of Earth with you And we when we finally get to the end of Earth we will Take a pocket of E to the Moon and see what's left Mind makes time And mine is a little far-out today Mind makes time And mine is a little far-out today When we have fondled each other enough all 'round the Moon You will spank me for being so bad on Mars' red sands When we have had enough of being mean and serious We'll have an orgy with hot aliens on sweet Venus Mind [let's have an orgy] makes time And mine [let's have an orgy with hot aliens] is a little far-out today Mind [let's have an orgy] makes time And mine [let's have an orgy with hot aliens] is a little fucked-up today
Can I ask you to do something for me? You'll feel cheap, real cheap - but it sure ain't free You need me? You're down on your luck But I'm a better man who don't give a fuck 'Cause I'm one One man on top of the world So now get down - down on your knees You'll see what a big man means 'Cause I'm a bad, bad man ready to seed And I feed on need to glorify me And I'm one One man on top of the world All tortured hearts ready to bleed I don't care much I'm in the lead You're a pretty mouth coming my way If you don't pay now, you'll pay one day 'Cause I'm one One man on top of the world Yeah, I’m one One man on top of the world Piggy, bloated by his own self-worth, cuts a large swath thru rush hour down town, and being more important than you, rarely hears the word "no" or encounters much resistance of any kind to his asininities. Besides, he has the power of life and death in his hands. Why would you not just drop to your knees, pucker up, and say thank you? YUM....... It was freakishly warm for February in Crackytown - 78 degrees Fahrenheit - a day that could tempt a lamb to open the first seal to a thunder clap of horse hooves, trumpets, and a whole lot of screaming. WEEPY MEAT....... Piggy, declaring it too hot to be of any use to humanity today, parades shirtless, fat and sweaty, waving "koo-ee" to the poor unfortunates he happens upon. With his ice lolly and his flip-flops, even from a distance he is quite a sight. The smile is gone, and the knife in Luna's hand is ready to turn Piggy into porkchops. Oblivious to the broiler in his future, Piggy asks Luna to give his sneakers one more turn in the dryer. Luna thinks a turn of the blade might be better.... fucking porkchops
In days of young the box was fun we laughed we cried we shat We saws new things in black and white we saws the queen's new hat Now we sits alone this box it's just like crack Yes you have no unread messages but we dares not turn our back We writes a message we wills it to reply We writes another and then another and then another day goes by The humming buzz the ticking sound the only noise we hear The mind is numb the clock has rung awoken all our fears I wrote a note and sent it out on the ether and now I wait for your reply I sit and watch the screen for hours and then another day has slipped away The radiation emanating feeds me keeping me safe in its embrace The glowing eye is always open waiting it's all I think of when I sleep
The old man with the face you have seen, tough and kind, and none too bright... ...the face you have seen getting on the street car at the mill gate stop or the gusty corner, now, under the blood-soaked handkerchief looks out at you with blood oozing down the forehead from under the handkerchief and blood on the collar of the old overcoat... ...Whose America? somebody asked and is this the answer? Another old man with the face you also have seen, a face you have seen getting out of the limousine at the bank entrance or the War Department... ...Berserk cop with the brandished club the armored bus spraying gas on the pickets the mobbing howl of the press and the rabies in Congress "To the electric chair with the strikers!" Whose America anyhow? --adapted from "The Face You Have Seen" by John Beecher, 1941
Well I dreamt the train Yeah I dreamt the train Yeah I dreamt the train And then I ran out of black paint And the name of the train was Maneater I went around to the other side I could see the train was a shelf Full of poster paint and portraits Of a woman I had known in a former self Said I dreamt the train Yeah I dreamt the train Yeah I dreamt the train And then I ran out of black paint And the name of the train was Maneater [...take me take me to the station pack it up canine sliced medium ways canine sliced medium ways forms a cut full of teeth full of clear liquid full of protection clear liquid full of protection power protection power protection power protection power protection I dreamt the train I dreamt the train I dreamt the train and then I ran out of black paint the name of the train was not leviathan...]


The Singles - Season 3 was a serial release (y'know, like a TV show) that was originally aired April 17 through July 6, 2010


released April 17, 2010

engineered, edited, and mixed by Conrad St. Clair
additional editing by Lou Caldarola & Mike Stehr
cover art by Skinny Gaviar
mastered by Jay Frigoletto at Mastersuite
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