Turning The Crank

by The Good Ideas

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released March 9, 2006

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Track Name: Watching Sitcoms With No Laugh Tracks
don't let me go i'm not ready i'm not ready
don't tell me no i'm not listening i'm not listening
to the power of suggestion on the untrained mind
the chains of the adult world are tied to me
please it's not my fault tv lied to me
now when you make yourself blind looking at the sun

when you go to sleep
you never really know when you go to sleep
nobody can follow their mind as it plunges
into the silk womb of the absolute
you get infinite lives unlimited time
nothing quantized or objectified
but the there's this beeiping in your head
and it won't stop
you think it's the ikea truck backing into your driveway
but it's the alarm clock and it's connected to your spine
and you wake up

you're not in the sitcom
it's a documentary they never stop making

don't sell me smokes trust with a god filter
don't tell mee jokes i'm not laughing noone's laughing
at the pale reflection in the lying glass
we'll burn your grumbling hive we're not lying
you won't take us alive we're not buying your smooth
transition to the holes in our spine

it's like you're driving down a street
you pull a u-turn and coming back everything's different
it's not even the same street anymore
time is no longer an independent variable
there's this beeping in yoru heart and it's getting louder
you try to drown it out with the stereo
but the shrill frequency shatters your windows
you try to escape but every street you turn down
ends in a cul de sac and you wake up

you're not in the sitcom
it's a documentary they never stop making
about a search for something that can't be found
from the cervix to the cold cold ground
Track Name: Measure Once, Cut Twice
there's a job opening on the 3rd floor of the 1st world
turning cherries into bombs
but what ever happened to those who did not fill out
these concrete floor order forms?

i'll bet your smart cars they died in their art barns
keeping their heads warm
the fire in their minds

you can start your own business on the 1st floor of the 3rd world
looking for quarters in a minefield
but where are the refugees
who did not stand in line for this iron fist fuck?

i'll bet your smart cars they died in their art barns
banging their heads on the walls of the maze
Track Name: The Lion's Den
here we are again in the lion's den
guilty hands are tied to the bedpost eyes

what does it matter?
bring yourself back

we are put to shame
fear is but a game in the lion's den
so rest my soul today when the lion awakes

what does it matter?
bring yourself back
Track Name: half eaten erasers
half eaten erasers
the main course of pleasure missing vitals
delicate rapture wrapped for no reason in a veil of intent
this intent of dissent is in no way under obligation
to reveal itself as true as the dawn
the dawn
dawn breaking

many a time clueless to the world around him
my inner child
pining for the conform and sanctuary of the womb
will issue a receding flank under covers
to while away hours
more vital than one is likely to actuate value upon

values once held dear now cast away like unloved worth
values once held dear now clearly absurd
what of the poets?
what of the love they hold dear?
what of the cowards?
what of the love that they fear?
what of the love we won't hear?
like so many before us have
we fold

fold away life fold away fear fold away control of ourselves

folded away in cupboards and sock drawers and backyard tool sheds
folded away dreams shot down from their flight
until we lose all memory of them
and forget where we put them all
Track Name: The Edge of Extinction
you’re in the same place at the same time but everything is different like a dream
you realize when you wake up that nothing is ever what it seems
what it seems

stop to enjoy the scenery that's passing in your mind
‘cause what you see with your eyes closed will make you wish you were blind
you’ll wish you’re blind

you'll put out the fire in the skies with the water in your eyes when you realize

fade out fade in wear out wear thin i'm building a bridge to the edge of extinction
and when i get there i'll send you a postcard with words that ignore themselves
ignore themselves

you'll put out the fire in the skies with the water in your eyes when you realize
when i was young i'd hide myself in the shadow of someone else
only time would tell

i was one of those life's a journey people
you were one of those where you going people
we would never get that far
Track Name: Greasing the Ladder
the smell of the grease on the factory floor
fills the air like carbon monoxide
you don't notice but it puts your dreams to sleep
and the rain dilutes the morning
bus stop “i love you”s are washed away
into culverts and concrete streams

you can tell what street you're walking on
by the smell of the garbage
and the homeless hands outstretched
asking, “man, can you throw another dime in my cup?”
‘cause the cigarette tax just went up
and the fine print on the side of the cup says

this product was made in canada
by people who were silently dreaming of florida
and sex in the summer

we feel like fish in the ditches
live their whole lives in culverts and concrete streams
never taste a lake, drinking our piss and poison
but we still feel at home if we keep our eyes closed
while the rain filters through the rusted out barbecues
peeling away stickers that say

this product was made by people who were silently cursing you
for greasing the corporate ladder with their sweat

turning the crank that makes the world turn faster
turning the crank that makes the world die sooner
turning the gears adding grease to our fire
you've got your ivory towers but our suicide bridge is higher

we all want change

thank you for shopping at the grease machine
here's your change

we don't want change

and the bus that drives to the factory at 9
drives my red blood
Track Name: Bending Moment
he is fighting all her fires
he is fearless she could care less
she hides her love inside to show her selfish pride
hides her love inside

condescending never ending
she is twisting he is bending

she hides her love inside to show her selfish pride
hides her love inside

everyone is all the same
every word is all the same
darwin hides her love inside from me
Track Name: Broken Machine
found myself over the water
with one foot on the bridge and the other in the air
and i'm an author in the middle of a sentence
trying to decide where the story ends
and sometimes i feel like the end is near it's coming
sometimes i feel like another year wasted

she said she loved me but i was deaf and she was blind
i thought that i loved her
but i didn't know a love that expired with time

thought i saw beauty in the rivers and the sunset
thought i saw love in a lover's eyes
but everything i've seen
all my hopes and dreams are locked inside my fucked up mind

sometimes i feel like the end is near it's coming
sometimes i feel like another year wasted

if i'm the only working part in this broken machine,
what am i working for?
cause i feel so useless
don't you feel so useless sometimes?

sometimes i feel like the end is near it's coming
sometimes i feel like another year wasted
sometimes i feel like living but i'm too tired
Track Name: Subway Song
we stare at the ads
maybe we'll all get cell phones
with cameras that send text
say nothing to anyone
these people have nothing to offer
just reside in your inner thoughts

believe in the power of distance
believe the inertia of acquiescence
Track Name: Watching Torture Videos Without Sound
life is like being dropped from the sky
euphoric for a second and then you die
but we're still floating and we don't know why

this is like watching the murderer die
you laugh for a second and then you cry
you know that it's over but you don't know why

you don't know me you don't know me
there's no hell you can show me

falling in love falling from a plane
40 seconds of airtime is not worth the pain
but we still jump out when we hear our names

you don't know me you don't know me
there's no hell you can show me

life is like being dropped from the sky
it's horror for a second and then you die
but we're still falling and we don't know why

you don't know me you don't know me
there's no hell you can show me

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