Feel me: switch the frequency over to Channel B We're connected through vacuum tubes and we're still lonely, Agitated, vibrating, awaiting a new regime We're here, we've always been, now prepare yourself to... Breathe deep The knife in your back is dissolving Baby, we're 17 clicks across the field of fate The cellular shackles and signal bars can't hold me The warm thrill of confusion is still glowing Scratch the past this moment is everything We're here, we've always been, now prepare yourself to... Break free The knife in your back is dissolving Baby, we're 17 clicks across the field of fate Feel me: switch the frequency over to Channel B

Coincidence and consequence are kissing cousins kept in acquiescence In contempt and feeling too content Confusing commonplace with common sense do you look do you feel do you ask if it's for real do decide do or die due tonight do your time Carried by a coiled cord Calling the cavalry to cure a cold constantly computing codes and so self conscious without self-control

Stepping outside to take my Huffy for a short ride another summer day with perfect skies counting up my South Side Video Chips cuz I'm off to rent Rad for the fifth or the sixth time Coming down the driveway, rolling up to West Bayard Street I hear the sound of approaching beats an Escort whips by, blaring CQ102 while every other car in town blasts WSFW I cross the street and head straight down Swaby keeping far away from the Franklin Hotel, baby those guys are crazy, there's no telling what they'll do that guy who looked like Manson built a boat up in his bedroom I ride on just like I was Cru Jones straight on backpedaling cuz now I'm in the zone flipping back like I was on the Helltrack because I feel like the good old days are coming back mags and pegs all up in the bike rack from the foot of the falls to the top of Killer Hill fucking with the fake nun 'till we get our fill I feel like the salad days are coming back reversing the order of future, present and past Hey man, let's catch a movie at the Strand or hit the bandstand and change colors with Zartan we'll take a look at comic books at Rook's Wolverine 10 was the one that got me hooked. Now I got my thumb on my forehead yelling "beefer" and that's just as bad as my 1-2-3 jinx fever Pump up my sneakers and then I head down to the Rec win a game of tips or double bounce and win respect and nothing compares 2 a Pudgies Party Pizza Jump and Hot For Teacher, Wyatt, Gary and Lisa hypercoloring t-shirts that we got from Auburn Mall Garbage Pail Kids and M.U.S.C.L.E. men: collect them all! Oh sweet nostalgia U just can't touch this it's my childhood bliss, the moments that I miss Lassoing memories like I had a proton pack I feel like the good old days are coming back mags and pegs all up in the bike rack From the foot of the falls to the top of Killer Hill Fucking with the fake nun until we get our fill I feel like the salad days are coming back reversing the order of future, present and past

Girl, I'm out here on the edge and I don't care. Don't come near, don't you dare. I belong here. The party's over there. I'll be right in. Please go back downstairs. Good times just behind the walls of my own mind I don't need a reason or this rhyme Showing no signs of being borderline Now I'm facing my rise or my decline You can hit the ceiling You can hurt my feelings You can fight the healing With every fiber of your being This moment and every moment lasts forever As long as a single soul remembers these endeavors But don't just say "whatever" And don't push my buttons, pull my lever.

In a moment of true clarity Poughkeepsie eyes I can't see Sixty seven second cigarettes The little things help her breathe Knowing where the sun sets (Where are you? Where are you?) and the sky still holds me safe (Where are you? Where are you?) Keep her safe, keep it quiet It's either this or the streets Built to last but fading fast When my old soul breaks free Knowing where the sun sets (Where are you? Where are you?) and the sky still holds me safe (Where are you? Where are you?) All so safe inside a smile The tears I've cried strengthen me Ponder thoughts of second chances but one chance is all I need Knowing where the sun sets (Where are you? Where are you?) and the sky still holds me safe (Where are you? Where are you?)

The minute you fly away from here is the minute I'll fall apart The minute you walk away from here it starts My breakdown is built There are no pieces Just the (w)hole The weight of the work in progress is debilitating force The living moment's the product's power source My breakdown is built There are no pieces Just the (w)hole (Going live) Fear is always on your side

All is clear on the western front Whet your appetite because it's now or never Electric currents dance though you Do a few more steps and you will feel better Laser burns all across my back Open up to the last page in your hymnal Look down, the ground is black Listen closely, dear, for when I send the signal Hearing hybrids hunt and haunt you Choking cherries chug along Anger fades, ecstasy is one step away Sing my praise, this could take all day Grey morning with a tinge of pink Dry socket isn't in my dictionary Take a moment and stop to think Create a brand new thought and find your sanctuary Here it comes on the western front Whet your appetite because it's now or never Electric currents dance though you Do a few more steps and you will feel better Consequences caused by conduct Protons pelting penance songs Anger fades, ecstasy is one step away Sing my praise, this could take all day

Here we are face to face someone will fall from grace This moment can last forever And the vagueness will fade just as the trick is made My intentions can't be clearer With one fist and one breath to the forehead, to the chest, both shoulders... over and over With no presents/presence of mine/mind hold fast and take your time Set the world at six and seven When all the ghetto blasters and fuzz busters blow Come and find me We'll let the bygones ride out on the setting sun For me.... for me there is no future And for you... there is no past Set the controls for these coordinates And make sure you learn them by heart

DO YOU GET IT? Jump to something higher, die or be a middle man DO YOU GET IT? It proves the highest understanding not to understand DO YOU GET IT? Get it, hit it, go alone and win the hand DO YOU GET IT? A great assault, a grain of sand All sunshine makes the desert grow Hefty thoughts and big round sounds can you feel the ground crumbling hither? Coaxially yours, B. Leo

I'm dead. I'm never coming back because I never left your head Your right to be confused is waved You're still careering towards the sea The circling sharks have angel wings From wax to wav I wane away You are not alone You are not too far from home Loosening your hold Is not the same as letting go A beam, broken into streams The smog's the screen that lets you see impending doom's beauty... we'll see A taste, a taste of all that's free an altruistic anarchy Pink is all I see and feel You are not alone You are not too far from home Loosening your hold Is not the same as letting go