Life Found On Superhot Body Only One Light Year Away

by Choir And Marching Band

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THE GREAT ATTRACTOR There’s a million black holes in the middle of it all You can ask the scientists they don’t know what it is they call it The great attractor Where time is sent to twine n bend n light cannot get out again Everything began and will one day end. Let me tell you The great attractor is you You are the center of the universe Supersonic jets on a straight trajectory Wouldn’t wanna bet on a race with liberty Even light rays that are faster than anything Cannot outpace your escape velocity Nothing makes it past, no liquid, solid, gas A philosopher you ask, but they just make it up you know Where days are long and years are short and love it is a sport They tell you This is that and that is why but that’s not how it is because The great attractor is you, you You are the center of the universe Supersonic jets on a straight trajectory Wouldn’t wanna bet on a race with liberty Even wave mechanics with their theories of everything Cannot outpace your escape velocity All the elephants and all the insects can’t Whatever it was that built the pyramids can’t Thoroughbreds driving tractor-trailers can’t The Royal Navy and a dozen drunken sailors can’t Add an armada of tugboats and you still can’t No matter what vitamin you eat you just can’t Robotic arms made to lift ten megatons can’t The world’s most powerful computer knows that it can’t
2.
Real Life 04:30
REAL LIFE The miles of archipelagos mine The isles and the volcanoes mine The toothless smile of the shoeless child it’s all mine The pillage and the village is mine The tiller and the timber mine The shacks, the sheep and the children asleep are all mine I’m happy to say Real life is passing me by I can’t remember a time when I waited in line To buy something I couldn’t afford to buy Real life is passing me by The boats on the ocean are mine The ropes and the octopi mine The film and the foam and the motions of the waves are all mine The merchants and the market are mine The profits and the prophets are mine The calls they bark from the deep of their heart it’s all mine I’m one of the lucky ones The strip and the streets are all mine The creatures and the creeps are all mine The steel that stretches to the heel of the sky it’s all mine The needles and stilettos are mine The stars’ crashing cars are all mine The liquor that pours from the roof to the floor it’s all mine I’m happy to say Real life is passing me by I can’t remember a time when I waited in line To buy something to find, something to buy, buy, buy, buy, etc. Real life is passing me by
3.
Love Canal 04:47
LOVE CANAL I’ve been looking for true love Ever since I was a little girl I felt the arms of a princess We drove a royal tractor to the top of the world We rolled over together out of control Like we were rovers driving down on Mars On intravenous of morphine in the clouds of Venus We were shooting up stars Now I’m spilling my chemicals Into your love canal And drifting in oil barrels Over your waterfalls I generate electricity From the energy of your rapid descent But someone telegraphed Tesla He could do his tests on alternating current Left me with a hole in a ditch Scratching a ticket on a get rich quick itch Along came the Hooker Company Cooking up something good to hook up a fix with Now I’m standing out on Frontier Avenue Filling acid rain up my shoes Thinking of taking it upstairs to see who cares enough To put our story through With the privileged citizens leaching carcinogens Into our basement dens Into the arms of our residents The arms of our princes The arms of our grand princesses
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HEARTS V MINDS I could be perfectly happy with less of this guesswork Where will we be tomorrow and ever after Will we still belong together or will some new reason Come between us and deceive us and then just leave us We Technicolor bloodshot eyes Sandpaper fingers and spines Soft power hearts and minds I could try to make you mine but that won’t be sane or the same It’s not up to us to decide we only get to spend some time Making stuff & breaking stuff & taking stuff & faking stuff &ending stuff It seems like it’s just about the stuff & there’s too much but we can’t get enough We Technicolor bloodshot eyes Sandpaper fingers and spines Soft power hearts and minds Because we want you to feel What we want you to feel I could full embrace this beauty and accept how it exits me But I feel it’s my duty to keep my one sleepy eye on the beast He’s feeling what we want him feeling; he’s really feeling it There’s no mistaking it when it’s real or at least when you think what you feel is real We Technicolor bloodshot eyes Sandpaper fingers and spines Soft power hearts and minds Because we want you to feel What we want you to feel
5.
SHE CUT HER HAIR it wasn’t in her plans she tried a two-night stand with an older gentleman she could tell how he held his hand in his other hand he’d never quite understand she tried to take him in she tried to shed some skin but he just couldn’t put her first she took it in a bit at the hem she took a few hits on the chin but she just couldn’t win she changed careers she cut her hair she cut back on beer and she saved up to take a trip out of here she got her hands on my most carefully laid plans she took them to thailand and she buried them in the sand she knew it didn’t feel right she tried a secret life with another woman’s wife she could tell from the way she frightened her eyes say that her parents were still alive she stayed in with take out instigated making out but it just did her in in the end she left some comments out she started working out but she just couldn’t make it work now she’s serious she cut her hair she’s through being cool because she’s not afraid of those kids anymore she got her hands on my most carefully laid plans she took them to england and she threw them in the thames
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Uglyful 03:16
UGLYFUL Where are all the love songs for the uglyful? They don’t talk about them on the don’t talk shows on the bottom forty radio I can’t find a single channel on my low definition television I can’t erase distaste from my face there’s no blush or crème or tips in magazines for me My heart is hard from living large But that’s not what makes me ugly My blood is cold from growing old That’s not what makes me ugly Ugly is more spiritual Ugly is more natural Dim your highlights low; dry your thick skin thin Bleed your heart shallow; let your hair grow wild in the werewolf style Let’s go out to a horror show so we can scream at the gruesome scenes on the big screen Let’s double date and stay out late so we can celebrate our unhealthy glow Your hair is square and your bumps are bare That’s not what makes you ugly You know your nose just grows and grows But you couldn’t say you’re ugly Ugly is more physical Ugly is more natural Even if I cannot see you, you are worth much more to me to be Like a creature at the bottom of the Black Sea Creeping and secreting a fudge-like sludge into the darkened deep Singing a love song for the uglyful
7.
Moon 03:45
MOON I spell the name of my love With a thousand letters I made her a moon She wouldn’t share Now I’ve a moon-sized hole where my trust lied We killed the killer killer overnight We drugged her very slowly Handing upside down From a cherry tree Just outside of town It laughed I hung a wing on a string And swung this angel sweetly I beat the beast with my fist I’ve a bandage on my wrist where my trust lied
8.
LITTLE WHITE FLOWERS after the car wreck while you broke down and soaked up the rest of your blood and collected the flood you reflected the thud with a still state it really felt great all of the lies that you’ve seen through and been behind died on the glass in the crash with the speed of your need to grow and your need to know where what you lost was found now that you’re here there is no need to steer so you go and blow clear of the road until your ode and your tune is soon what they call e minor, c major, g major, f and all you find are some ants crawling over some little white flowers and some little white flowers and that’s all anyone needs to know in order to grow there with the ants crawling over you and over your page drawing trails for your poems tracing traps for the maps that you drew with new wisdom you were so close to home all of the lines in your eye are like the rings of a tree and the depth of your life now that you’re broken you see how dying’s a good way to start a new life after the car wreck while you broke down and soaked up the sound of no engine you thought that you heard the birds mention it’s never too late and all of the time that you spent trying to get you somewhere you were already there spinning wheels wasting gas it’s a good thing you crashed
9.
SHE HAS A RIGHT TO KNOW she has a right to know where her parents go on these blue nights why hers and yours are shaped like birds and no sad songs or hurtful words could explain the pain she has a right to know where she gets her eyes from where her other eyes are she has a right to know I try but I can’t recall whether small or tall the fades just shade away you witness in the light of a certain snow one of mine is grey she has a right to know where she gets her eyes from where her other eyes are she has a right to know you will take my sightless hand and lead me to the end of this blue night she on the other hand will hold me so closely i will hold your sightless hand and lead you to the end of this blue night she on the other hand she’ll hold you so closely
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New Century 06:17
NEW CENTURY Now I’m out of the penitentiary I’m a new man and it’s a new century It’s not enough to light a light These are the dark ages tonight Gone are the empresses and emperors Colonialists, conquistadors and conquerors Gone are the barbarians and villains The Khan, the Hun, and the murderers of millions The worst is yet to come But when’s it going to come? And where is it going to come from? Gone are the third and fourth estates Gone are the enemies of the state Gone are the rebels and anti-heroes Ivan and all the other Terribles and Neros Gone, gone, gone, gone

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released November 23, 2013

Trevor Rockwell: voices, guitars, keys, percussion
Kris Schindel: voices, keys, percussion
Mike Silverman: drums, percussion
Stew Kirkwood: bass

Bed tracks recorded 2008-9 at Sound Extractor Studio, Edmonton. Overdubs done at Trevor's & Kris' places from 2009-10. Mixed at Sound Extractor Studio in 2011-13.

Produced and mixed by Trevor Rockwell with Kris Schindel, Stew Kirkwood and Mike Silverman.

Thanks to Cyrus Shaoul for additional ears during mixing, our family members and friends for their input, support and encouragement, and especially Jennifer Jenkins and Ella Rockwell for their unlimited patience and love.

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Choir And Marching Band Edmonton, Alberta

Choir and Marching Band is a new vintage four-piece from halfway between Hollywood and the North Pole. They do song and dance for angels and soldiers.

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