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until never

by Choir And Marching Band

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Until Never 03:42
Until Never We used to be a longue duree and now we are an hour Unless the useful classes can get up off their Asses And cut the bells down from the tower There's not enough time And we've slouched on the couch till noon Open the wine You know we'll be leaving soon We'll be deep asleep Within the hour We will not wake from an earthquake's shake Or a nervous breakdown Until Never We used to be a museum of history, and now we've just begun We can even cross this right off of our list Of all the things that we haven't done There's not enough time It's already long past dark Pour the rest of the wine The hands move to spite our plans Guzzle your wine We have to leaving soon We'll be deep asleep Within the hour We'll hear no beep from an EKG Or a nuclear meltdown Until Never
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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 supplement 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
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Enemy Alien 04:38
Enemy Alien We are the men in the moon Our eyes are million zoom Over your shoulder we see The propaganda you read We have a table and chart A diagram of the dark We have our hopes for you Why is public enemy number one Always an enemy alien? Why do you have so many weapons? (of mass destruction) And massive retaliation? We are women of the stars We watch your falling tsars The fetid sore still stings Voices of vengeance still sing We have a table and chart A diagram of the dark We have our hopes for you We are a stellar race We tremble at the pace With which you seek to destroy The benefits you enjoy We have a table and chart A diagram of the dark We have our hopes for you Why is public enemy number one Always an enemy alien? What about the teenagers with guns? Killing in the name of religion?
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The Scene 04:37
The Scene The night was April 5, the year 1993. I’d only just survived a winter on the machine. I’d made enough to buy A ticket back to the scene. I’d got finally half my pay. I’d got my way and I was laid off. Now I was feeling swell On my way from the pub When out of a white Chevelle Two assholes and a club… The day was April 6, the year 1993. I’d only just woke up, I recalled my misery. They didn’t break my neck But they got all my money. It didn’t matter about my jeans I had to get back to the scene. Now what kind of thugs On what kind of drugs Would mug a young man On his first night on the lam? The night was April 6, the year 1994. I’d spent a year on the road And I couldn’t spend anymore I laid on the ice until I heard the crack I was waiting for I knew by then the courier Would have already been to your door Please forgive me. I . . . I know it’s been Too long since you’ve seen Me and I’m Still a long way from the scene I’m still a long way from the scene
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Zebra Tattoo 03:51
Zebra Tattoo I’ve signed my name in triplicate I’ve shown my proof of age I’ve filed all my complaints And I’ve forfeited my wage Can I get this paper stamped? Can I wait in the other line yet? I’ve certified my affidavit To my knowledge it’s true I’ve supplied all my receipts And notarized my eyes are blue Can I get this paper stamped? Can I prove I’ve paid my dues yet? I brought my bar code and fingerprints And two pints of my blood A scan of my zebra tattoo And a sample of my mud Can I get this paper stamped? Can I start to serve my time yet? I’ve signed my name in triplicate Is there anything else to do? If my file is incomplete You can reach me at the zoo Can I get this paper stamped? Can I wait in the other line yet?
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Come Back Special (The Puppet’s Lament) I can’t move without you Even if I wanted to I can’t take a stand, I can’t even lend a hand But you know, I’ve been Fred Astaire and Frankenstein I can’t even dance or sing my own lines I can’t even pantomime But that’s just fine as long as I have you to Put your hand upon my back And give me a real feeling Not just the rush you get from war Speeding or stealing I’ve a blank stare on my face My insides are an empty space All I am is hay, clay and paper mache You know, I’ve been Clio and Cleopatra I’ve played in Rio with Nancy Sinatra But I’m a lifeless mass without you Please come back because I still want to Feel a real feeling Not just the rush you get from stealing Speeding or extreme sports Staying up all night or fighting in a war So come on special come back And put your hand back on my back I’ve been Don Juan and Estragon Robbie the Robot and Napoleon Huckleberry and Hercules I’ve flown to the moon and sailed the seven seas But I can’t move without you Please come back I’m on my knees
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It’s a New Century Now I’m out of the penitentiary I’m a new man and its a new century It’s not enough to light a light These are the dark ages tonight Gone are the empresses and emperors Conquistadors, colonists, and conquerors Gone are the barbarians and villains Khan, the Hun, and the murderers of millions But the worst is yet to come The worst is yet to come Gone are the third and fourth estates Gone are the enemies of the states Gone are the rebels and anti-heroes Ivan and all the other Terribles and Neros The worst is yet to come The worst is yet to come When’s it going to come? Where's it going to come from?
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Raise The Flag My son, though you’re not old enough to vote Pack your bag and get on the boat In the name of freedom and peace There’s a job for you overseas Here’s a butter knife bayonet And a wet tourniquet Mind the fireworks overhead And don’t step on the dead We’ll patrol the skies and control the seas Then we’ll scorch the earth and torch the trees We will burn the fields and the factories Then we’ll take the towns and seize cities When everybody is on their knees Then we’ll raise our flag and we’ll all be free My son, though you’re not old enough to drink There is no time to think It’s a season of falling leaves And grown men on their knees There are submarines full of seas There are parachutes full of trees Mice and men that despise the trench ‘Cause they can’t stand the stench We’ll patrol the skies and control the seas Then we’ll scorch the earth and torch the trees We will seize the radios and TVs Then we’ll outlaw these insurgencies And when everybody is on their knees Then we’ll raise the flag; we’ll all be free In the name of democracy In the name of the land of the free In the name of liberty In the name of justice and peace When everybody is on their knees We will raise the flag and we’ll all be free
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Future People We’re superheroes, we’re crazy cartoons, with blow-up minds. This dreadful century seems better than ruins and ends of time. So send us a sign… ‘Cause the present is unprecedented, the president is mad. It’s impossible to predict if we will be moms or dads. Future heroes, of post-postmodern times, should we slow? Future heroes, break the laws of time, and let us know how we can grow. Is our rate of reproduction enough to lose Our taste for deconstruction, driving and booze? Future people, we’ve blood on our hands, and in our hearts, Are sinking feelings, its too late to end, too soon to start, making plans. ‘Cause the present is unprecedented, the minister’s mad. There’s too much disinformation to tell how bad we’ve been had? Future people People Have you damages Have you got bandages Have you got men and women for the managers of the pain management?
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Gambling Bill First I thought he was doing really great ‘Cause he got a little sun and he lost a little weight His beard’s gone gray but his hair is thin He said his stocks are going down but his team is winning His suit’s pretty sharp but it needs to be cleaned His fingernails are dirty and they’re stained with nicotine He’s lost his breath and he’s looking around to find it Clearing his throat as if it might remind him Gambling Bill Bet it all on thirteen The winner takes all And the dealer has a queen He’s all invested in Internet companies But there isn’t any interest so there isn’t any money He’s sleeping in the park and taking LRTs Getting all jacked up on coffee and smoking like a fiend He’s lost his breath and he’s looking around to find it Making gruesome gestures to whoever is behind him Laying his head on his elbow for a dream Waking in a dreadful disposition on a guillotine Gambling Bill Took financial advice From the fool on the hill Who said, “Play it on the dice.” Now he’s ready to roll Over the hill It’s a long way down But he hasn’t hit the bottom yet So Art Deco dumbwaiters go down to the cellars underground From high rise skyscrapers and down to the low-lying parts of town From high priced penthouses down to the brown stones boarded up Gold-plated elevators go down to the dumps with the useless junk
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ABCDEFG 05:16
ABCDEFG abcdefg Atomic Bombers Come Destroy Everything For Good Azure Blue Clear Days Endless Foggy Gray Able Bodies Ceased Deceased Enola F@#$ing Gay Actors Bachelors Cab Drivers Entertainers Fathers Gone Autos Busses Cities Dust Everything Finally Gone Also Brothers Cousins Daughters Entire Families Gone Absolute Body Counts Don’t Express Failure’s Gravity abcdefg Anxious Boyish Curls Dreaming Endlessly For Girls Angels Bury Cherubs Dressed Eternally For Graves Apples Berries Cherries Decaying Earth’s Frozen Ground All Because Compassion Doesn’t Eclipse Fear’s Greed As Believers Curse Devils Evil Faces Good Arsonists Bigots Cowards Dead Empty Fortunes Gained Allah Buddha Christ Don Emerald Flowered Gowns abcdefg

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dedicated to those who have already finished or not yet begun

until never was created between 2000 and 2005 in edmonton and victoria, canada.
trevor rockwell made the sounds using the world and his imagination

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released July 17, 2006

T Rockwell: everything but the coloring and the love
J Jenkins: the coloring and the 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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