Music Is Dead

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MSD - "Music Is Dead"

Monty O'Blivion - Vocals, Guitar, Sax, Keys
Jhef Zurx - Trombone
Nick Feratu - Guitar, vocals
Nickdave - Bass, vocals
Aaron Hjalmarson - Drums

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released October 14, 2016

All songs written by Monty O'Blivion ASCAP
Engineered and mixed by Derrick Fish
Recorded at FC Studio in Tempe, AZ
Mastered by Alex DeYoung
Artwork by Katey Bright

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Radical post-punk for a free society, hailing from the desert wastelands of Arizona.

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Track Name: Business Casual
Flesh of my flesh, mind of my mind
Save your pleasantries for the blind
You're only innocent until they redefine
What is considered to be a crime

It's 1984
In business casual uniform
It's 1984
Each day we die a little more
It's 1984

30 percent of all our lives spent rotting at a desk
We don't call it "slavery," because we're just for rent
They give us just enough to keep our hands free of torches and axes
While the upper middle class blames us for taking all their taxes
Demigods in suits may turn their noses up at us
The artificial stench of entitlement radiating from their flesh
But we smile and dial, we punch the clock, cause freedom, it ain’t free
We'll take a freedom combo with a looming threat of poverty

Draconian malevolence in full bloom
Shreds ribbons from his mother's womb
Smiling mask of skin tight against his face
Generations debased by his embrace

It's 1984
In business casual uniform
It's 1984
Each day we die a little more
It's 1984

You'll say anything for the company
You'll do anything for the company
You'll be anything for the company
Track Name: Seven Figures
Seven figures, seven ways to die
No one gets out alive
Beverly Hills in flames
In the end, chaos reigns

The army of the bourgeoisie reduced to a pile of ash
Stocks, bonds, trust funds, PACs exist only in the past
A pipe bomb in the lap of luxury, your security is waning fast
Crushed by the wheels of your machine, how long did you think it would last?

Seven figures, seven ways to die
No one gets out alive
Capitol Hill in flames
In the end, chaos reigns

Your nightmare is our dream
Destroy your tyrannical machine
Dethrone the upper echelon
Who took advantage for too long

Seven figures, seven ways to die
Seven figures, seven ways to die
Track Name: I'm Generic
Never walked on unpaved ground
I'm free to be unfree
The only lie I ever told was to myself
The mental clutches of a pop culture god
Make me feel numb again
The heavy mouth-breathing of an idea laid to waste

Play me on the radio
I've got no use for my soul
I've got nothing to say
I gotta say it loud
Everything is wonderful
Oh, oh, oh, haven't you heard?
I've got nothing to say,
I gotta say it now

The shrieking of a toxic tocsin
rips me from the realm of dreams
The sinister smile of the morning sun peering in at me
The slimy tendrils of the morning news
Slide into my ears again
Sparing me the pain of independent thought

Play me on the radio
I've got no use for my soul
I've got nothing to say
I gotta say it loud
Everything is wonderful
Oh, oh, oh, haven't you heard?
I've got nothing to say,
I gotta say it now

I’m generic
Track Name: Black Jack
10:15 on a Saturday night
My ghost sprouts wings and I take flight
The walls close in along with my head
I descend into my bed
I can't get out, I can't get out, out, out…

Hearts in my eyes
Clubs in my eyes
Spades in my eyes
Diamonds in my eyes

Black Jack

Look in the mirror and what do I see?
There's a gaping wound in the center of me
My hand slides in like a skeleton key
Releases me from this menagerie

Look in the mirror, I don't like what I see
What is this looking back at me?
Black Jack, Black Jack, Black Jack, Black Jack

Hearts in my eyes
Clubs in my eyes
Spades in my eyes
Diamonds in my eyes
Track Name: Serf Rock
From the folks who brought you free market economy,
Who keep four-fifths of the population in poverty,
Comes a hit sensation, sweepin' the nation,
It's the serf rock, vassal hop, harvest, plow, and livestock
Workin' for the overlord until it makes your body drop

Well, I'm proud to be a serf in the USA
The best goddamn feudal empire that ever was
The police might accidentally kill your dad
While serving and protecting that grand ol flag
And we work off our debt to the lords of the land

From the people who brought you corporate personhood
Who advertised to the republic for which it stood
An all new sensation for a silent nation
It's the serf rock, vassal hop, never, never, never stop

Well, I'm proud to be a serf in the USA
The best goddamn feudal empire that ever was
The police might accidentally kill your dad
While serving and protecting that grand ol flag
And we work off our debts to the lords of the land
Track Name: Too Much Hate
I don't wanna eat
I don't wanna sleep
There's just too much hate in my heart
Don't wanna go out
I've seen what that's all about
And there's too much hate in my heart
 
The marijuana keeps the hate quiet
But without it, my thoughts start to riot
My hands are a-shakin, teeth are a-grindin'
There's just too much hate in my heart
There's just too much hate in my heart

My mother don't understand
Just thinks I'm a rotten man
Cause there's too much hate in my heart 
She tried her best
But how could she have guessed
There'd be so much hate in my heart?
 
I tried to drink all the malice away
Ended up drinking all fucking day
And my fists were still clenched, my thirst still wasn't quenched
There's just too much hate in my heart
There's too much hate in my heart
 
The slaughterhouse and the sweatshop
Patriarchy and the violent cops
There's just so much hate in my heart
I'm beginning to crack
I want to pay them all back
There's just too much hate in my heart
 
It warms me up in a world that's so cold
The people all say, "ah, just let it go!"
My eyes are a-burning, my tears are a-fallin'
There's just too much hate in my heart
There's just too much hate in my heart

Abusive fathers and husbands,
I'd like to kill em by the dozen
There's just too much hate in my heart.
The bankers and CEOs
Those tyrants all gotta go
There's just too much hate in my heart

All my hatred is rooted in love
But that don't make it feel any better
Fingernails, I'm a-bitin', each day I'm a-fightin'
There's just too much hate in my heart
There's just too much hate in my heart
 
I hate every job I’ve ever had
Every animal testing lab
There's just too much hate in my heart
I hate my country
Every politician I see
There's just too much hate in my heart
 
The only way out is death
I'll sigh in relief when I feel her sweet breath
No more credit rating, no more fucking hating
There's too much hate in my heart
Track Name: My Dying Tree
With blackened lungs,
Our blackened eyes weep for our own generation
Eyes to the screen,
We applaud this gradual degradation

Tears never felt so real
Disguised as bloodshot eyes
Your love is a spinning wheel
And your soul is cold as ice

Everything I own, I stole
I forgot how to feel today

Can you see the death in their eyes?
Can you hear their silent cries?
Can you empathize with those you dispose?
See yourself reflected in their treachery and lies?

Tears never felt so real
Disguised as bloodshot eyes
Your love is a spinning wheel
And your soul is cold as ice

My dying tree
Your decaying branches sprout rose pedals

My dying tree
Die with me

Tears never felt so real
Disguised as bloodshot eyes
Your love is a spinning wheel
And your soul is cold as ice
Track Name: The Muse Is Dead
Hats off to the shiny fellows
Handsomely sniffing and shooting until they turn yellow
The faceless now stand silently posed
The doors of perception are now closed

Like the thin white ghost of stardust past
A blank generation with a heart of glass

We ride on white swans underground
This charming man rides on waves of sound
Pictures of dandy highwaymen on the walls
As the bell tower bats fall

The music is dead
The muse is dead

Hats off to the clever fellows
The moon over Pisces, personality crises dissolve
The faceless now stand silently posed
The doors of perception are now closed

The muse is dead

Like the thin white ghost of stardust past
A blank generation with a heart of glass
Who knew that this would never last?
Said the thin white ghost of Warhol’s past

We ride on white swans underground
This charming man rides on waves of sound
Pictures of dandy highwaymen on the walls
As the bell tower bats fall

The music is dead
The muse is dead
Track Name: Joy, Rapture
I still remember everything that you forgot
My memories surrender to the flames before they rot
I want the pain, I’ll suffer happily in silence
Become one with love and death and peace and violence

The cameraman becomes a casualty
Just another fucking casualty

My head is a death camp for my thoughts
My body is a neglected child
My heart is a tomb where all my lovers lay, defiled

Joy, Rapture

I wake up fully clothed again
Vomit on my breath and your scent on my skin
Out of touch and addicted to escapism
I’ve got them goddamn blues again, I wear it like a badge
It ain’t sadness, it’s rage, and it feels so good

I firewalk through the backwoods
Straight to your cellar door
Melt the wax of 19 figurines
Every day we fight the war

Joy, Rapture
Track Name: Sockets
We severed the cord
Screams of agony virtually ignored
The dark advances like a gathering horde
Empty sockets of the servants bowing to the lords

Plastic smile
Watching the world pass by
Plastic smile
Looking through my eyelids

Teetering on the blade of a blender
Waiting for it to turn on
The lights flicker at breakneck speed
Everything looks like it's in slow motion

Sexual frustration
is inhaled like radiation
Misery and devastation
is injected like it's your medication

Plastic smile
Watching the world pass on by
Plastic smile
Looking through my eyelids

Corpses are sitting in chairs
throughout the room
The place stinks less of human rotting
and more of silent tension

A thin mirror rests on the mantle
You peer into it, realize you are a corpse too
Enjoying the company of your dead friends in the room
The room, the tomb, that's filled with silent tension
So silent that it's ear-piercing
If the dead could shed a tear, you'd cry, cry, cry
Track Name: Skingrafts For Everyone
The infinity mirror reflects your thoughts
Looks like a suicide, but it’s not
Call in the press to see the body rot
With a wink of the eye, it gets a prime time spot
The boards of deceit cross to form a crucifix
The bodies pile up like a neat stack of sticks
Our forefathers scurry with flaming dicks
While poor mothers swallow pills to get their kicks

They called her Ms. Understood
Pain taught her more than the teachers ever could
The ground opened up right where she stood
And she dropped in the seeds like a good girl should
She watered it with tears that she collected in a jar
She fertilized the soil with the feces of the stars
It grew into a big red cadillac car
It ran her right over and left a few scars
I said, “Who you been lovin’ since my mind’s been gone?”
She said, “a shadow of my former self, is that so wrong?”
She downloads her baby from a digital womb
Gently placed her in her tomb

We drag our feet across the sand,
But the swing doesn’t stop, it just keeps going and…

All I want for Xmas is a lobotomy, I said,
All I want for Xmas is a lobotomy
You ask me, “how am I not myself?”
I answer, “boy, you’re nothing without your health”
And we pray, bless the killer’s heart, for he kills for Christ!
Bless the killer’s heart, for he kills for Christ!
I was a prisoner of war, got me a ticket to heaven
Where I served a violent tyrant named Jesus Lenin/Lennon
Elvis, Satan, Gandhi, and mommy too,
We wanted to escape, but our numbers were too few
My fists were smashing violently into a wall of clouds,
But it never ends and the screams are so loud

Skingrafts for everyone
Stitches for me
Track Name: Pseudo-Compassion & Gluttonous Sex
I feel so alive as you watch me die
Steal the tears right from my eyes
After the crowd explodes and the curtains close
Do you find yourself surprised?

Do you realize, your real eyes, tell real lies?
Do you lie to yourself too?
Or do you vanish with the age of reason,
Slink out before they see you?

You seek out the weak,
Feed upon their souls,
I want your pseudo-compassion and gluttonous sex

This town is a vermin's nest,
The days move slow, but the years progress
Every smile forced, every smile hurts
And we ignore the rest

We memorize and plagiarize and close our eyes,
And we lie to ourselves too.
Vanish with the age of reason,
Slink out before they see you.

You seek out the weak
Feed upon their souls,
I want your pseudo-compassion and gluttonous sex

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