Fade-out / Hide-out (lyrics by G. Setzer) Hey hey hey, we have no face We’re out of order, we can’t pinpoint The fade-out hide-out, our missing link This narrative that won’t be born No no no, the effect is wrong How did we drop out, reality? The sights and sounds we can’t determine But how can I say this if it sometimes seems… There is a sign that’s pre-linguistic You know I can’t see what you see [you know, you know, you know, you know, you know] A noise beyond an alphabet You know I can’t hear what you hear [you know, you know, you know, you know, you know] This is an instant non-sequential You know I can’t feel what you feel [you know, you know, you know, you know, you know] When we arrive we can’t determine Our senses can not speak and spell [They miss the mark and slip and slide] Tick tick tick, we can not refuse This proof of sequence, the frame after frame We put into practice, the dragging of frames The idea bends, its moment extends It’s excavation beneath a structure But how can I say this if it sometimes seems… There is a sign that’s pre-linguistic You know I can’t see what you see [you know, you know, you know, you know, you know] A noise beyond an alphabet You know I can’t hear what you hear [you know, you know, you know, you know, you know] This is an instant non-sequential You know I can’t feel what you feel [you know, you know, you know, you know, you know] When we arrive we can’t determine Our senses cannot speak and spell They miss the mark and slip and slide It touches my mouth It seemingly sinks You know I can’t see what you see [you know, you know, you know, you know, you know] You know I can’t hear what you hear [you know, you know, you know, you know, you know] You know I can’t feel what you feel [you know, you know, you know, you know, you know] You know, you know [you know, you know]

At Not Out (lyrics by G. Setzer) Take a step Take step two What do you do? And let me know when you can find a reason ‘Cause I don’t look anymore and I don’t think it’s there I know I’m paranoid But I’ve got hands that fall off if there’s no wiggle room It’s somewhere here in this articulation You see me move when it peaks And I’m all on the floor I think its infestation The graphs go soft they give what they’ve not given before I can’t remember why I’m crawling on this floor But I’d better get up! I let this structure move I love these particles I’m slipping I’m sliding It’s very necessary I don’t know I don’t know I am not at attention So much to learn from looking at the window The glass is clean its cliché and we’re so talkative This dreaded conversation Both angles dead and they’ve both said they never can know But we can’t seem to validate their claims And yet things stand still, they won’t move, they are remains My clean compact obsession Collecting fossils, indentations, evidence I can’t remember why I’m crawling on this floor But I’d better get up! I let this structure move I love these particles Take a step Take step two What do you do? And let me know when you can find a reason ‘Cause I don’t look anymore and I don’t think it’s there I know I’m paranoid But I’ve got hands that fall off if there’s no wiggle room It’s somewhere here in this articulation You see me move when it peaks And I’m all on the floor I think its infestation The graphs go soft they give what they’ve not given before I can’t remember why I’m crawling on this floor But I’d better get up! I let this structure move I love these particles

The New Microcosmic Regionalism (lyrics by G. Setzer) I can’t climb up Because these chairs are thin And if the legs give in We let the labyrinth in And we don’t know what that might lead to After all these walls are see through Wobbling piles of chairs we cling to So we sway, we swing and mean to What will we leave behind? What is it we leave behind; it’s rhizomatic every time They’re forming disparate piles That seem to not connect But that disconnect Is of course, suspect This glass familiarity Does not obstruct these piles we seek We might not touch infinity But hands can hold it’s thick theory Abridged, but real, reality So we see these seams they seem to say Microcosm / macrocosm Call me Mr. Microcosm Microcosm / macrocosm Call me Mr. Microcosm—I am Mr. Microcosm What will we leave behind? What is it we leave behind; it’s rhizomatic every time What will we leave behind? What is it we leave behind; it’s rhizomatic every time

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