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The Modern Rome
03:21
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THE MODERN ROME
© J. D. Brayton
ONE LAST LOOK TO THE MODERN ROME,Y’SEE
MY EYES ARE HALF-CLOSED IN THE MODERN ROME
TO A STREET, A CORNER, A COLONNADE
WHERE THE GOLD AND THE FIRE AND THE LAWS ARE MADE
ROCKING AT AN ANGLE ONNA HISSING LAWN
STEP LIGHTLY TO THE TOP IN THE MODERN ROME
MARBLE IS A JEWEL WHOSE MOTHER IS STONE
BARE FEET CRACKED BLUE ON THE CORNERSTONE
THRU THE STREETS AND THE ALLEYS OF THE MODERN ROME
IT’S HIT-HIT, THE HIP ARE DEAD
CRACK THE WHIP
THE MAYOR SAID
IT’S HATE HATE THE HIP ARE DEAD
WHERE Y’ALL FROM?
THE MODERN ROME
MARBLE IS A JEWEL WHOSE MOTHER IS STONE
BARE FEET CRACKED BLUE ON THE COBBLESTONE
THRU THE STREETS AND THE ALLEYS OF THE MODERN ROME
IT’S HATE HATE THE HIP ARE DEAD
THE STONEY LOOKS TO WHERE YOUR FACES DREAD,
TO THE STREET- AN IMAGE OF YOUR GOLDEN FATHER
WASTED SOULS AND YOUR MARBLE MOTHER
(and Nero Fiddled,while Rome BURNED!)
WHEN WRONG WAS RIGHT AND RIGHT WAS WRONG
JUST BEFORE THE FLOOD
WICKED PORK DID DRINK THEIR WINE
MADE FROM A POOR MAN’S BLOOD
WHERE Y’A;; FROM
THE MODERN ROME
RIGHT?
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2. |
Anagram
04:13
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ANAGRAM
© J.D. Brayton Ottomanix Music B.M.I.
Anagram, U.N.I., my words speak, your voice sighs
Too much like rain, a shattered glare
A racing shadow,unholy showdown, Anagram
Your Saturn smile cuts like paper
Not too deep but it stings me later
You’re like a teardrop hanging in an eye
A racing shadow unholy showdown, Anagram
It’s a naked photo I hold in my hand
I like to share it with my friends
They only smile and hand it back
One dimension, One dimension, Anagram
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3. |
Everyman
03:28
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EVERYMAN
©J.D. Brayton- D.T. Brayton
MY NAME IS EVERYMAN, PENNYWISE ,JOB FER LIFE- MISTER BONES
SO GLAD TA SEEYA
MY FATHER NAMED ME THAT- IT’S HIS RESPONSIBILITY
LIFE IS VERY –(DRM BEAT) TEMPORARY -WHEN YOUR NAME IS ‘JUST LEAVE ME ALONE’
SON YER LIKE EVERYMAN-PENNYWISE-(NOW SAVE THEM)JOB FOR LIFE (BE UNION)- BONES-
(AND IT BREAKS MUH BALLS)
THE WINDOWPANES WERE SWEATING-ON THE DAY I WAS BORN
THE HAVES WERE FOR GETTING- FOG HERE WAS NEVER LIFTING
PROMISES CUT TO THE BONE
DON’T REMIND ME
SO –ABOUT THE AIRPORT-I WAS POWERLESS TO GREET YOU
IF I’M LYING MAY YOU TURN ME TO STONE
I WAS ON THE RIGHT ROAD(DRM BEAT) FOLLOWING THE WRONG DIRECTION
WHEN I NOTICED I WAS STANDING ALONE
WALK DOWN PAUSE (EVERYMAN) WDN(PENNYWISE)WD (JOB FER LIFE)
MISTER BONES.
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4. |
Yugo
04:12
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Yugo
© J.D. Brayton Ottomanix Music B.M.I.
Riding in a Yugo with a bunch of Caucasians
My friends say HEY what’s the occasion?
Say it’s D.C. and the hope springs eternal
We cover up the dead with a Wall Street Journal
Floating down thae street with my pasty Caucasians
Y’know I’d hate to spend the time alone
Can’t change the world or the streets I’m drivin’
Can’t believe it’s a dream I’m alve in
Beep beep honk honk, didja have a nice day?
Jumpin’ down the street with my funny Caucasians
Next thing ya know you’ll be lunchin’ with Asians
One world, one street, one hour , one equation
I forgot about the color of the question you raisin
Beep beep honk honk, didja have a nice day?
Billybob, Billyjean Billyjoe Billyray
Beep beep honk honk
Life is so cheap.
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5. |
Doppleganger
05:02
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DOPPELGANGER
© J.D. Brayton- Ottomanix Music B.M.I.
IF YER GONNA WEAR LEATHER KILL THE COW
IF YER GONNA CHICKEN OUT C’MON AND TELL US NOW
WE’LL MEET YOU IN THE PARK
YOU’LL KNOW US BY OUR COLORS
WHEN THE NIGHT HAS FALLEN
WE’LL SAVE OUR WHITE BROTHERS
NO MORE
I SAW YOU AT THE MARCH I SAW YER HOLLOW EYES
A SWATSTIKA ARMBAND I WAS NOT SURPRISED
TO SEE YOU MARCH TO MUSIC WITHOUT DRUMS
IT’S THE WAY YOU SEETHE IN HATE
THE WAY YOU SUCK YOUR THUMB
NO MORE
DOPPELGANGER
NO MORE SIEG HEIL
DESTROY ALL IN YOUR PATH WITH ALL OF YOUR PASSION
YOUR SOUL IS IN AVOID BECAUSE IT’S COME IN FASHION
DO YOU THINK THE WORLD REVOLVES AROUND YOU?
NOW YER GONNA SAVE YOUR ANGLO-SAXON GURU
NO MORE
DOPPELGANGER
NO MORE SIEG HEIL
I WROTE THIS SONG TO THE SOUND OF THE CHICAGO BLUES
A LITTLE MESSAGE FROM THE BLACK MAN
WHAT DOES DOPPELGANGER DANCE TO?
A THRASHING MASS OF HATE DEVOID OF ALL COLOR
THE DRUMS ARE BOMBS IN YOUR EYES
IN YOUR EYES AND NO OTHER
NO MORE
DOPPELGANGER
NO MORE SIEG HEIL
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6. |
House Of Shadows
04:59
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House Of Shadows
© E.R. Arnold
Things are rarely what they seem
In the eyes of a dreamer
Christmas becomes Halloween
In the wink of an eye, meet me in the shallow stream
gaze into the mystery
open your eyes, you'll be here with me
Someone, no one,no one and someone will hear
Stop all your sobbing, this place destroys all you fear
Embrace a new reality, with an infant's curiosity
Open your eyes, you'll be here with me
In the House Of Shadows, you'll see the world
dissolve in madness, you'll face yourself
There are no sinners here, there are no saints
No judge or jury, decides your fate
Things are rarely what they seem, in the eyes of a dreamer
Face a new reality, be here with me
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7. |
It's A Wonderful Life
04:27
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It’s A Wonderful Life
© E.R. Arnold
Nasty killed his neighbors cat. Nailed the carcass to his back
That’s the way the story goes. Jumped in with the Acid Tribe
Now no one gets out alive
Nikki dances in the nude. A Fright wig covers her tattoos
Mom says that’s a dirty job. Lost her immigration deal
Now she dances in New Zealand
It’s a wonderful life, yeah right…
Adam surfs the D.C. streets. Gotta tattoo on his cheek
Tried to kick his jones alone. Adam couldn’t take the heat
Hung himself on Belmont Street
It’s a wonderful life, yeah right…
Lydia hides from Russian spies. Albert shot a guy, he died.
Couldn’t make it in the U.S.A. Lydia lost her fucking mind
Albert’s in the can, doing life
It’s a wonderful life, yeah right…
Charlie freaked when he lost his Mom. Got himself a crack whore
And a gun. All those drugs destroyed his brain.
Tried to shoot me and my friend. One day all good things must end.
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8. |
Sleeping Teeth
03:23
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Sleeping Teeth
© J.D. Brayton Ottomanix Music B.M.I.
I had a dream, I was saltines
Brush my salt and you can’t crush me
Sez who? Sez my dream, yeah
I had a dream, I was king
King check queen and you can’t kiss me
Sez who? Sez my dream, yeah
I had a dream about sour cream
Taste of blood, and you can’t drip me
Sez who? Sez my dream, yeah
I had a dream, crowd was crazy,
Meatball eyes and you cant carry, sez who? Sez my dream yeah
Uncle Funkle,toe boner long hair egg sonar
Little Joe wax my cherry, stamp act on the virgin Mary
My teeth are sleeping, I can feel them in my head
The vipers are teething,I can feel them in my leg
Don’t boil my puppy, go away
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9. |
Herpes
04:12
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HERPES
© J.D. Brayton Ottomanix Music B.M.I.
AT LAST,WITHIN CANDLESIGHT
WITH A SNAKE, IN A MARSHMELLOW STAR
IT SEEMS SENSELESS, THIS CIRCLE
IT’S A FAKE, IT’S A CONSTANT FARCE
WITH A SNAKE,AT VESPERS
HOW IT WHISPERS,IN MY MIND-YOUR MIND
WITH A SNAKE,IN THE DESERT
WITH YOUR FACE,THE SEVEN SISTERS
THE WOUNDED MAN LIMPED WILDLY AS
HE SWAM FORWARD LONG AND FAMOUS
ASKING FOR A WAY OUT
FORGIVE THIS FATE , HOW IT GLIMMERS
WITH A SNAKE, THE SEVEN SISTERS
BANG, BANG, BANG
WITH A LONE SNAKE, SO IT REMAINS
WITH THE PAST,SHALL IT PLEASE HER
A LOOTER’S BABY,GLIMMERS LIKE THE SUN
AND A LAST COOL RAY
BY THE NORTH STAR RUNS
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10. |
Piston D.C.
06:04
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Piston, D.C.
© J.D. Brayton- Ottomanix Music B.M.I.
yes i like you,i guess i like you
do you like my new suit? made by hand
the color yellow, the finest linen
yeah it looks real good, i hope it meets with
your fucking approval
yes i like you, i guess i like you
do you like my new hair? shaved back bare
it looks real good, like robin hood
yeah, it looks real good in the desert sun
and i hope it meets with your bloody approval
piston, d.c.- watch the motor turn
missile t.v., missle t.v.
missile t.v., when i kill i'm free
i watch them run, from my laser gun
yeah, it feels real good, to win this war
with the world's approval
piston, d.c. - watch the motor turn
yeah, i think it's fine
how you drink your wine
pale not dry, sir
you have no upper torso
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11. |
Leave
08:19
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Leave
© E.R. Arnold
Leave today...i know
I know this can't be right...I know this can't be
It's come to this...how'd it come to this?
Nothing fits...I know
I can't believe my eyes, goddamn my eyes
I don't remember yesterday, pay for it tomorrow
I believe everything you say
Save the fire and brimstone for someone who cares
Sit and watch my bridges burn
Bell, book, and candle
Nine has become six again
Take the blindfold from the corpse and bury it
Leave today...I know...
It's down to this...How'd it come to this?
Nothing fits...I know
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12. |
Nothing Sacred
05:21
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NOTHING’S SACRED
© J.D. Brayton- Ottomanix Music B.M.I.
IT MAKES MY HEART SINK
WHEN I SEE THAT PICTURE OF YOU
DRESSED UP IN YOUR CHAIN LINKS
HANGING ON THE WALL
YOUR FACE IS OBSCURED
YOUR EYES ROLL SKYWARDS
SHUTTING OUT THE CAMERA
IN YOUR BEST RED GLARE
IS NOTHING SACRED TO YOU
NO NOTHING IS SACRED TO YOU
YOU HIDE BY ONE ARM
YOU DON’T TOUCH LIGHTLY
ESCAPABLE CHARM
YOU SQUEEZE TOO TIGHTLY
I NOTICE YOUR PICTURE HANGING ON THE WALL
IT MAKES MY MIND CRY
I THOUGHT I KNEW YOU BETTER
THIS PICTURE IS BITTER
IT SCREAMS RIGHT THROUGH ME
THE DAGGER WHISPERS
AND CUTS THROUGH TIME
IS NOTHING SACRED TO YOU
NO NOTHING IS SACRED TO YOU
IF I WERE WISER
I’D HANG IT DOWN
AND KEEP IT IN A DARK PLACE
BEAT EASTER COMES AROUND
I NOTICE YOUR PICTURE HANGING ON THE WALL
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14. |
Primadonna
04:58
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PRIMADONNA
© J.D. Brayton- Ottomanix Music B.M.I.
PRIMADONNA COMBATS THE LIGHT
THE BLUE ONE ,THE CENTER ONE
TAKES ON A SILHOUETTE ,A SILHOUETTE
OF FRIGHT FOR THE SAKE OF THE SHOW
SHE DANCES ALONE
IN A SILHOUTTE,A SILHOUTTE
FOR SHADOWS IN THE FRONT ROW
SHADOWS IN THE FRONT ROW
MEANWHILE BACK FROM THE CROWD
SOMETIMES HE STANDS IN THE AISLES
WILLY WEIGHT,WILLY WEIGHT
ACHES FOR HER LOSS ON THE ROAD
HER LOSS ON THE ROAD, IN A SILHOUETTE, A SILHOUETTE
SHE DANCES ALONE
SHE DANCES ALONE
PRIMADONNA COMBATS THE ROSE
THE WHITE ONE, THE STRANGER ONE
TAKES ON A SILHOUETTE, A SILHOUETTE
OF FRIGHT FOR THE SAKE OF THE SHOW
SHE DIES THERE ALONE
IN A SILHOUETTE, A SILHOUETTE
FOR SHADOWS IN THE FIRST ROW
FOR SHADOWS IN THE FIRST ROW
SHE DIES THERE ALONE
NO SHAPES IN THE END OF IT ALL
PRIMMADONNA COMBAT THE LIGHT
PRIMADONNA COMBAT THE ROSE
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Shock Opera Silver Spring, Maryland
BEAT THE MONSTER- FEED HIM WINE AND SHOW HIM FIRE
The recording philosophy of this album is the same in which
it has been conceived, arranged and performed LIVE. The environment that spawned these songs both defy and demand explanation. There is no city like Washington, D.C.- Here logic feeds on its own vacuum. We provide the soundtrack for the madness.
All songs ©
OTTOMANIX MUSIC 1996
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