In the War Zone: Book Two Part 2
This virtual album side contains tracks 15 through 19. The sliding cursor is a virtual tonearm. Police, pathos and puppies, all weaponized.
This virtual album side contains tracks 15 through 19. The sliding cursor is a virtual tonearm. Police, pathos and puppies, all weaponized.
Tr15- Incident #7: Smoke
This is one of only two items not composed in the 1980's.
Help! It's the Police!
Tr16- Chapter 9: Babylon Be Praised
This 2017 version has the same arrangement as the original 1983 Casio duck-voice version.
Lyrics…
I come from out of the shadows
down underneath far from all this glory in the Heavens
I can't think and I can't breathe just standing here
humbled by your overwhelming presence
We'll hit the beaches… we'll come up fighting
We'll take the blame for it all
Until Old Glory stands on every flattened peasant
Praise Babylon and Hail be upon our Great Leader
A shake or salute, a wink or a nod,
it pays to be right with God
Praise Babylon with all of our last breath
We don't want anymore speeches
We've suffered a bad case of rhetoric constipation
We won't be making anymore disposable lives
or any binding arbitration
We like a steady job, a plot of bricks and sod
We like a room with a view
and a screen full of happy news
a team that will never lose might just do
Praise Babylon and Hail be upon our Great Leader
A shake or salute, a wink or a nod,
it pays to be right with God
Praise Babylon with all of our last breath
Hey, Mr. President! Do you see these little guys
underneath this Great Administration?
No, you'd rather smash your fists
into creeps and columnists
A hero of a new Holy War
Never speak the whole truth aloud
Until every knee is bowed or broken
Praise Babylon and Hail be upon our Great Leader
A shake or salute, a wink or a nod,
Pay to be right with God
Praise Babylon with all of our last breath
Tr17- Incident #8: Sonar
Sonar was a set staple for two bands over a span of three years. The Vapors is one of its many rehearsal-night parodies.
Tr18- Chapter 10: Don't Make Me Angry
My pal Frank gave out one worthy piece of advice about seeing things through and getting things done. He said ya have to get angry. He's right. Thanks, Frank. I'm angry that you're dead so I saw it through and got it done.
Lyrics…
I will forget my thoughts
I won't make is from ought
I will make peace with me
That's where I want to be
It's time to clean the house
I want my mighty mouse
to have a tidy pad
just like the righteous have
I am a pond of stillness
I am no source of willfulness
I have no axe to grind
that makes me one of a kind
I am the eye in the storm
I'm looking straight at the norm
I'm neither hard nor soft
so don't you dare piss me off
my propeller beanie
lifts me above the scenery
I see where the war zone lies
With my x-ray vision
I can spot the division
it's right behind your eyes
It hurts to take it in
It gets under my skin
I need to make it stop
or I will blow my top
Shivering orphaned puppies
puppies will make me sleep
Wake up with a kitten video
a daytrip to the clown rodeo
then a nap under the gumball tree
that will make me not angry
dangerous brains bring bluster back bravely get me angry
boisterous dudes duck dusty dirt deftly get me angry
aggregate aides act as angular agents get me angry
malodorous misfits make magnificent morons get me-
Shivering orphaned puppies
puppies will make us sleep
Wake up with a kitten video
a daytrip to the clown rodeo
then a nap under the gumball tree
that will make me not angry
we need to sleep we want to eat
we need to breathe and rest our feet
No time for tea sound the alarm
before our brains do further harm
How come our brains can't see one view?
Our blood and bone know what to do
Get angry
Tr19- Incident #9: The Pall
Thanks, Ron.
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