Grotto of the Wired

Cover art Š2010 Jeff Ehinger.

All songs written by I. Key except 'Astronomy' - written by A. Bouchard, J. Bouchard and S. Pearlman.

Additional lyrics on 'Every Day' by Calico.

A Different Style

Look at that guy over there he doesn't have a sex
He doesn't have a heart or a friend
He's got a different style

Look at that worm over there she doesn't have a sex
She doesn't have a choice and doesn't need that
She's got a different style

You might say not everything has a soul
And I could agree - though it depends on your definition
By extension neither would you

Look at that kid over there he doesn't have a car
And he doesn't play baseball with his right arm
He's got a different style

Well the way to enlightenment
Is to look past yourself - and your flags and the colours of your crap
By extension it's never really done

We've got a different style
He's got a different style
She's got a different style

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The Netter Man

It took quite the sleepless days
To finally sight the Netter Man
Once I nearly got snapped up by a crocodile
'just to tell you where I'm coming from

I watched closely for his tools and tricks
But it was just a net on a stick
It wasn't a legend; it took ten minutes
No effort and half my family

Without a hint of malice he got up
And made to vacate the scenes
And I could tell from his stride
At home he'd be a gentleman

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Every Day

Traffic moving slowly from inside
I'd like to come out but I'm a blight
I can tell you move so naturally
Not unlike the phantoms of Chaeronea

They say the world's getting smaller every day
So how come you seem so far away

Impulses moving slowly from inside
I'd like to invite you in but I'm obliged
I can tell you move so naturally
Not unlike the phantoms of Chaeronea

They say the world's getting smaller every day
So how come you seem so far away
You you you I wouldn't want to miss your coming
And leaving all into one

I'd call him a her if he he he he he wants
I'd go to your party if I can miss it I can miss it once

I can tell you move so naturally
Not unlike the phantoms of Chaeronea

They say the world's getting smaller every day
So how come you seem so far away
You you you I wouldn't want to miss your coming
And leaving all into one
They say the world's getting smaller every day
So how come you seem so far away

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Oh, the Fatalist

Oh you will learn
Oh yes you will learn
Not to laugh

The clown fatalist
Knows when to wrinkle his nose
Choke a laugh

At a point your promises
Will start to wear you down
And then you're just a psychopath
But undiagnosed

At a point your promises
Will start to come true on you
And then your patients will turn and laugh
At the clown fatalist

Now gather round and I'll tell you a tale..

How the man who sought to man
Became perfectly strange
And he couldn't quite keep it together
At carnivales looking for change

He's the one telling all his friends
He's got no friends 'till it's true
Keeping in touch with all things metropolitan
At carnivales but never changes

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Fun and Fear

Fun and fear
Drinking lemons
'cause I like acid
But only in some applications

Fun and fear
Fasting for years
Do you like oil
For worship in your governments

Frankincense
Curing cancer
If you're not homosexual yeah

Curing cancer
If you're not quite bisexual yeah
Curing cancer
If you're not that transexual yeah

I sure hope you're not homosexual

Fun and fear
In economies
Conquer nations
Desert lackeys in my governments

Fun and fear
These things must go
And I like acid
Smoke spikes and an arid afterlife

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Leaving It

Lucy lingers the way she always has
And they always come back no matter who has left
If you need the power to choose
If you feel the urge to be free

Then you'll be leaving it
Like a thousand cranebirds folding in Indonesia
You'd better start building your temple

Lucy's clawing into your thoughts
And you no longer know who's fault it was
If you need the power to breathe
If you feel the need for a truce

Then you'll be leaving it
To the shapes of the dead
You'll be leaving it
Already you can feel your breathing

Equidistant from fortune and failure
Your body is your own and your thoughts are liberate
You're leaving it and you're trusting your senses

You are leaving it
Like a thousand cranebirds folding in Indonesia

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Nothing

Just looking up at the sky
You see it's excess time
And time isn't money
No it's not that cheap

Waiter I don't like soup
And space isn't nothingness
You see it's the winter
It's not just for the egotist
Those who leave themselves out
You don't ever read about

Waiter I don't like you
Don't take it so personal

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Astronomy
(Lyrics originally written by Sandy Pearlman.)

The clock strikes twelve and moondrops burst
Out at you from their hiding place
Like acid and oil on a madman's face
Reason tends to fly away

Like lesser birds on the four winds
Like silver scrapes in May
Now the sands have come acrust
And most of you have gone away

Come Susy dear let us take a walk
Just out there upon the beach
I know you'll soon be married
And you would like to know where the winds come from

Well it's never said at all
On the map that Carrie reads
Behind the clock back there you know
At the four winds bar

Hey, hey, hey, hey
Four winds at the four winds bar
Two doors locked and windows barred
One door let to take you in
The other one mirrors it

Hey, hey, hey, hey
In hellish glare and inference
The other one's a duplicate
The queenly flux eternal light
Or the light that never warms
Or the light that never, never warms
Or the light that never, never warms
Never warms..

The clock strikes twelve and moondrops burst
Out at you from their hiding place
That's when Carrie nurse and Suzy dear
Would find themselves at the four winds bar

It's the nexus of the crisis
And the origin of storms
Just the place to hopelessly
Encounter time and then came me

Hey, hey, hey, hey
Call me Desdenova; eternal light
These gravely digs of mine
Will surely prove a sight
And don't forget my dog, fixed and consequent
Hey, hey, hey, hey

Astronomy - a star

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Waiting

Civilisations fall and civilisations rise
Bet you didn't know beforehand you're not fighting for a prize
You know what's right and you know what's wrong
So what're you waiting for?

People dissing hippies and people pissing on the glass
Bet they didn't know their cathedrals wouldn't be sacred street art
You know what's right and you know what's wrong
You know what's right and you know what's wrong

Bring out the drums and bells
Bring out the banjo player's wise words
"No song ever lasts forever until that's over with"
You know that's right and you know it's wrong
So what're you waiting for?

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Not Heavenly

The city geese here are rusty from the aluminium
Their rheumatikly v-formations are not heavenly

Begging for scraps will only get you somewhere if you're looking cool
But that's where we all come in
Cause we're pretty fucking cool
Like the friends you never wanted to have
Because you weren't cool enough
You weren't cool enough to see how cool we were!

I won't ask you for a Döner
I've been here since 1913
Back then we didn't have Döner
Just blown up mortar dust

But we baked that dust
And we ate that freaking dust
And it was good to us that dust
That dust was all we needed!

Begging for scraps will only get you somewhere if you're looking cool
So get out of that hideously kitchy basement and put on some clothes will you

Leatherbound and suit and tied to the knot of a Cerberus
Your guru-teaching coach says your children need more love

Begging for scraps will only get you so far
Begging for scraps will only get you so far
Our established evolution is not heavenly
No our rheumatikly v-formations are not heavenly

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Seperatist

You saboteur you don't see my benevolence
Our benevolence is to ensure one world of benevolence
My benevolence

The seperatist you don't see it this way now
You'll see it this way now
The seperatist you don't see it this way now
You'll see it this way now

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Have Patience My Friend, the Fight is already Won

These old foreign kinks are yesterday
I don't know why but they lie another way
And they lie oh they lie

Come on wake up from your sleepy day
The coming worlds cast your stone away
And you're alive oh you're alive

These old ancient kings are history
And history is an art of sorcery
It's forgery oh it's sorcery

Cheer up and embrace the coming storm
All weather passes slowly and claims your form
And you will die with selfrespect

All things now prepared
Nothing can fail us now
You think you're out of time
Cast down and cast away

Kept afloat on undead lifeboats
Above the stone you cannot drown
All things now prepared
Nothing can fail you now

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Lyrics noted as being someone else's work are copyrighted appropriately, probably.
Original content Š1996-2011 Ian Key.