‘Surviving the Blue’
James Rabbit
Tyler- Singing, Guitars, Keyboards, Etc…
Conner- Percussion
Recorded January-April 2002 at the Estate Audio Tracks
recording studio in sunny Fresno, CA
Thanks to – Superplane, The Franks, Max Power, and even
Evan
Marathon
Blue Collar
Loco Motif
Briefcases Waltz
Tragedy
Halifax
Starstruck
Home
Physics
Immolation Jive
Heliotrope
Heart and Storm
Industry officials won’t communicate with me
Long-term e-finance solutions for money in my pocket
Wake up one day and the acids eating all my stuff away
Towards a brighter future leads through the bankers cold
heart
Lost in an ocean, where’d all this nature come from?
Pine tree winters confine me to the cabin above
The concrete clouds push themselves to do more exercise
Though, for what its worth, you know they’d rather be
inside
Smile for the canvas, your nerves rot away in your teeth
The saccharine trinity beats in the capillaries beneath
While shooting promos, boozing circles around agents crowns
The shock of luxury is wearing your intellect down
The shock of intellect is wearing your luxury out
Head for the beach, but the desert has taken its place
Heroic lumberjacks have torn all those ugly trees down
Bathe in the sludge and send your pet rocks off to bed
Life in the city is wearing me out
Where’s the money gone?
Where’s my duplex fridge?
How’s the camera?
Build those buildings big
Leave the television on so I can bore myself to sleep
It keeps the bugs away; the air we uppers breathe
So chemical in nature; drop them in mid-flight
Our cronies mince about, onward aging lords
Go dedicate another library in my name
So run me into the ground, throw my body in the lake
Tear my legs off and sell me as a souvenir
I’m the athletic ideal, free of flaws and restraints
Marathon actions go slide me to the back of the line
Machine gun mishap?
Once, could’ve understood
But ten times? Hey, that’s no good
You hang from the rafters
And your forgotten by next week
One person gone from middle management
The plant that I kill, it lives
You speak as if something you said would be heard
Its undeserved; the way you feed off life
And like a waiter strike they don’t get what they order
Undeserved, the way that people fail at trying to be
themselves
When they’re defined by numbers
Machinist two-step?
The concept is so absurd
The socials will not confirm
If any such bizarre behavior will be permitted
Our hero walks through the magic night
The laughter and money spite
The spirit it dies inside and gave them what-for
Undeserved, the way they treated him
Lady jumped off a bridge when she heard what happened
Friends came back with the blue-collar attack
Surprised the richies with their machine-gun two step
Lazy days, basking in the glow of the computer light
I won’t fly across the galaxy to see you darling
I won’t fly across the galaxy to see you darling
I cannot fly, so why do you ask me to?
I look, I flood, I sign my name in blood
I look, I sigh, I sign my name in neon ink
So, be my baby.
The scenery, the bars that I don’t care about
The late husband
Here lies chief benefactor, for lines in tow of awards
banquet
But we don’t get to see that
Sunday showed so much promise,
Its such a pause when the air goes flat
Take the time to breathe it in, the effervescence of the
streets
Where black top shines like gold, okay
And briefcases waltz, with a pile to carry
Hasten open streets
Rush along dusty wind, carve me into your mind
Defensives redefine
I’d be happier underground
Don’t know where to start, born with brutal heart
No affinities before
Dinner with a friend, no more cynics send
Going to end on the floor
Like all these tragedies, its zero percent chance
Didn’t think she’d shoot me a second glance
Happening at one, other critics done
Such injustices stay
Shuffle through the flood, open up the door and fall flat
on my face
Like all these truisms, I’m second rate
Allow me to profess my fate
I’ll be getting old, neural systems cold
And a sainthood in jeopardy
Rollercoaster chemicals make it hard to stay grounded in
fact
Like all these tragedies, its zero percent fun
Didn’t think that I was the only one
As if this paranoia rules my life
Cannot offer anymore insight
Frostbite vixen, I leave you cheerfully
Secure but slipping, hasten to Halifax
Once chapped and chipper, now all the angles acting,
Strong fork tears up the road
Foundries psyche compliments but tear their own conclusions
Collide with mass regards - say goodbye to Broadway
Lack wholesome countenance but carry full contact books
Glance towards the open source
On a trebly tuned weekday, pain seeps through all your
sides
Sinks in around nine and forces to the rug
Float about with massive slacker resolution
As a part of you glides with the particleboard
Last, write to steel report; call frequently the one you
serve
If anything is missing, surely it can be replaced
I’m a small young artist with an angel and a bad heart
Save your science for the mall
Cut whimsy cheerfully so thoughtful sentinels
Hear pre-med infidels come tearing up the road
I’m a monogrammed wax go-between but facts are lean
Chances are your done
Early mornings, smoke lights up the dawn
Brushing teeth with AM radio on
In the background, fix yourself some cereal
An unconscious appeal to free thought
Driving madness makes the road interesting
F sharp outbursts make it easier to think
You’re amused and thus you let it pass
Still saving it up for your real life
And it happens, let another day go down the drain
Room for comfortless turns to comfortable space
Which you waste, cause you’re so elegantly done
A mess of complex nothings
So, what has happened to the voice on the other side?
Keep thinking; that’s not professional behavior
And I’m a little worried
You catch a blow up on the chin coming up from the bluffs
Reckless in theory, and so dangerous in the passenger lane
Flew twelve feet in the air, then tore in two
A deviation to say the least
So, what has happened to the voice on the other line?
Keep thinking; that’s not professional behavior
And I’m a little worried
And I’m a little scapegoat
And I’m a little starstruck
So what has happened to the voice on the other side?
Keep thinking; that’s not professional behavior
And I’m a little worried
And I’m a little bit anguish
And I’m a little controversial
And I’m a little gone
Struck down with decency, an abstract thinker, he
proclaimed that nothing but erratic syntax fiends would come and claim him as
their own. The linguist on his throne
projected changes to the languages they knew.
In there muddled minds, believed that this was fine and so they dug the
graves of their children’s children’s children.
Oh mercy comets of the horse head nebula, betray my
confidence and see how far that gets you.
At the county fair, such social shame you’ll share, as if you too had
been born with glasses and lit matches.
You’re down on first, acclaim can get no worse if its been handed out
through that territory you call home.
Random vernacular
Tie me down twelve monuments with staircase at your side
Short of spectacular
Race thee to the boudoir and then leave thee to divide
In spite of all I’ve learned
Full-blown interrogate
Wishing on a roller coaster, safe place to abide
Serpent or severance
Shamelessness or bust you in the geographic hide
And lie on perfect desk
Match me another cave
Watch and listen carefully as the plan controls and dives
Lock it up any day
Cheer progressive prophets, until the infantry arrives
Won’t slide till spoken to
Post-classic integers…
Status isn’t everything, its everything at once
Saint heathen’s orchestra
Take me out to lunch and I’ll eat everything at once
If physics would allow…
Immolation jive, cause to cease at last
Calling crazy via megaphone, hope it works out
Went to school in Prague, found that it’s a waste
To sit and sun as the dry-clean crowd fades away
And you’ll find nothing new merely surviving the blue
Immolation jive, spell out words with sand
Digging lakes right out of graveyard shifts – lucky lens
Western world of thought, sell me by the shore
Dive there deeper than delirium, hopes and prayers
And there’s no reason to be covered by sheets in their
entirety
Mere Malkavian, reasons to be believed
That underneath those balmy bedtime sheets, nothings left
But in a certain sense, half your interests have been
dragged behind
Ancient victories mean nothing in ‘94
And for that to happen to you, you’ll find nothing new
I’m just surviving the blue
Still tired after all this time,
I’ve spent years getting this shade of blue down
Worn out wires, dig the ’58 model
Spent some good time in the back seat
Its neatly planned to go with mass depression,
Such a tired concept worn out on the page
And yet, the people keep on doing the passive
Is thought too much to ask?
Been around, felt the mini-mart terror
His insides exploded on the counter
Chased the guy for a block to the subway
Smashed between a car and a hard place
This infinitesimal speck among piles
Of frequently human-like facades
I wrote this letter to tell you you’re all imbeciles
Don’t copy me