Your doing okay2*

This is the first song I have edited! I added the shift, which means in tone. Over just transcription I started using (transition) to indicate a longer change in the song, maybe not a change in the tone or maybe even a brand new song...just some transition!
But (shift) is always within a song.



Your doin okay
Your doin okay
you dont need to go and go and go
everyday
You miss something

either working too hard
or stoned
drunk, or alone
your missing something, you know

Those clones
dont just war with flames
oh no, they take your over
and make you pay
bent to a politics ways.

Your doing okay
your doing okay
you dont drink or smoke
the pain away.
We are in a capital wage
at a silk road remade.


(shift)
Whomsoever that has avoided
feeling so ashamed
so rewarded with idols:
admiration, a parental yeah
...its just that game
painted so large
that it took us to you
to make ring true
when before it was a just rumor.

So dont go insane.
So refrain, she wants to hear
all about how you are tame
And he wants to hear
how you are able
to make again the play titled
Struggle, strive, achieve
make a name.

(shift)
Its not that big
compared to kids
who need this more than we

singing in this club there
is it enough to live opposite the day.
The decline of dawn
the night never too long
searching for some bond
to keep moving along
house, home, trust
gone, so fighting on and on.

rooms full of signs*

ROOMS FULL OF SIGNS

Dad learned to wait afternoons,
Dad takes a break
for kids come home seeking
social communion.

We once went to church
took in holy words
but that gone by the wayside
now its interactive
social high tide.

Each evening Dad puts a plate
beside, while kids stare into flickering
TV. There is no eat together
no family to live inside.

What attention span
is on high demand
no outside its all in,
exact sights and sounds
of four wall poster rooms

Urban, country, suburban
reduced to rooms full of signs.
Rich poor middle class
who can tell
it no longer minds.

Rich, welfare, thieves on the run
everybody needs to check in to
see whats going on.

It used to be go to school
does a library equal
this supreme reference tool?

It used to be paperwork
and skills in hand
now just Dee I why
endless examples
streamed fast.

Oh its all better this way
Dad gets online too, and plays
at news, his serious best
yet its all compressed and zoomed
too much, too soon
This ticket as thick as the thinnest book.

Sing along
We are all looking on
through our window screens
at each other, glowing
in the richest dreams

We are all looking in
to secrets and screams
of each other, unseen
far from nightmare

and its a bright, bright stare
illuminating, it is glare
a full season of hits
never ending arguments
reference at fingertips
no longer instruments
its lets sing along
and feel the new dawn
the age of omniscient's song

so high**

Ive been high for so long
I cant remember the time
I'm so very high
I cant laugh or cry

I been so very low
as I have so very stoned
I got me a apartment
from there
I can stare into the void.

Well I'm, so high so high, so high
I got so much sky
in my eyes.
Ive been so stoned, so stoned, so stoned
so low that Im underneath the globe.

Up and down I go
all over the globe
Hi, low, stoned, cold.
Hi, low, stoned, cold

satan story**

Burt and Jess, just out of prison
got a good job lead.
They walk up steps, through a door
into a hall that has a strange scene on a ledge.

So, Jess leans around to spy
out of the corner of his eye...


Cigar smoking Satan behind a desk,
on a smart phone nodding along,
leaning back in the chair.
Between smoking braziers.

Jess leans back into the front hall.

JEFF
Dude, you see who that is in there?

Burt peeks then.

BURT
Yeah. Makeup...

JEFF leans around, but we dont need to cut back to SATAN.

JEFF
Yeah. Well...Im upping my price.

BURT
You bid first.

They step in, JEFF first, not really looking at the world bu inside, then BURT behind him, ambiguous but sinister...leaning into his eyes. Telephoto flattening.

SATAN does not look up.

JEFF and BURT look down at the two seats in the

...and then they look up...both of them, then forward at SATAN, who is now staring at them.

BURT
How did we get here...?

SATAN
Sex magic. Well, rape magic. I set it up a while ago with you two. Ill send you back to prison if you dont do what I am going to pay you to do.

JEFF
Why pay us, if you can just kill us?

SATAN
Like I care about money.

Anyway, 10,000

JEFF
Not enough.

SATAN
I haven't told you what to do.

JEFF
No murder, no kidnapping, smash and grab, targeted theft, hit and run, uh...

SATAN
Grab this guy, bring him here. Alive.

JEFF
Kidnapping.

SATAN (sounding like BURT)
I aint askin for ransom.

BURT
Twelve

SATAN
Deal.

JEFF looks at BURT, then back at SATAN

SATAN hands them contracts.

JEFF
Did time...just shift again?

BURT pauses, picks up the pen on the desk, signs. Looks over at JEFF.

CU on JEFF.



When they bring him in.
SATAN has them go away and come back in an hour.

JEFF and BURT come back after an hour, at the front door, they go in...

Whomever is brought back, whatever the name, Is now a twisted, ugly, sexy demon, obviously from physical violent. JEFF and BURT are shocked.

Then JEFF brings up what he intended to bring up.

JEFF
This guy, he was working with some other guy. We had to kill him.

SATAN looks over the stacks of cash on the desk.

SATAN
Mere complication. Of course, I have to keep you strong. This is yours. This guy, he merely owed me money. He wouldn't pay, so I tortured him into this shape.
Watch...

SATAN goes behind him, and then WHNis starts growling, getting more and more angry, enraged, berserk, but then breaking through into something other than berserk...a disjointed look, a unwholesome glee.

JEFF and BURT are getting agasted, fearful. Then it stops and SATAN steps back into the chair. WHIS steps away, swishing his forked tail.

SATAN
I can do that to you two. Like I said, I planted the seed for you butt fuckers when you were kids.


JEFF and BURT have specific memories about being raped as kids.

SATAN
You guys just got out of the slammer at the same time. I read Judicial news.

This is yours...

SATAN sweeps half the pile of money to one side, revealing another contract for BURT side, then sweeps the other pile of money to the other side, revealing another contract.

...and this much for the next job.

JEFF
Same deal.

SATAN
Torture a guy.

pause

JEFF
How long?

SATAN
Just on the side. This is monthly pay.

JEFF
Got another job, you know, to keep busy. You cant just torturing a guy...you gotta let em go for awhile, then catch up with them and torture them some more.

SATAN
Nice. Yeah, I got a theft.

JEFF
What?

SATAN
A plane.

JEFF
I can pilot a helicopter.

SATAN
Fine, a helicopter. But I want you put this in it after you have brought it down at the location.

BURT
Where?

SATAN
Good idea. Where...

BURT
I know a field.

SATAN
I got a map. Here.

SATAN hands out a map. There is circle in one map. The other is just a larger view.

BURT
Yeah, uh, thats what I was thinking of...how did you know?

SATAN
I got these for you...

SATAN pulls out two gold bars, sets each one on the table. On them is printed, a cheaper value, of the value of the gold than a ingot would be...1,054.2 ounces bullshit.

JEFF
Bullshit. Thats is not...

SATAN
Go weigh them after the job.

SATAN removes JEFFs. Then pushes BURT's toward BURT so that BURT must catch it.

BURT barely catches it.

SATAN
Split it, consider it down payment.

JEFF
Stealing a helicopter, which helicopter?









BURT
Racist. Southerner, but not really racist or southern, its just his culture he cant overcome. Mostly, and really, he is sour angry and bored. BURT has a sadistic streak that emerges in maiming, easily, nastily and crippling, anyone he strikes. Lets say he shoots a dog when he doesn't really need to, then later wants to shoot a cat that was let outside. JEFF lets him...so BURT maims the cat.

JEFF
Psychopathic. Practices blaming others, finding fault in others, raping others, blackmailing others, killing others while blaming them for making..."...most of all I hate you for making me have to kill you....
BLAM, BLAM
...for money!"

JEFF would also explain to people politely what he is to do...you know, to terrorize them but also to out polite them.



A cheap Muslim thug, who talks all the time about other people who killed themselves, as terrorist,a as like admirable "in action"...but we know JEFF will never do that, but is instead trying to inspire BURT to kill himself.

BURT
Is too pissed off, too energetic, not sulking enough to be a terrorist.

Nostalgia*

Back in the seventies
I would go to the park
ride my bike to the library
read a book and look at LP art.

Then I'd get bored, walk the doors
out onto grass floors
meet Hippies on LSD
they were so crazy,

and the greet an old bum
holding his brown bag of booze
I gave him a nickel
he thanked me, then snoozed

I'd walk over the sports field
and think it was so cool
to be in a little league
baseball feud.

It would get dark
so back home to eat
and then went to my room
to watch black and white TV

my friends came over
and we'd bike to the arcade
ride space ships and play spies
with only some pocket change

Last to the midnight flick
to see horror, and get stressed!

All in all this was the best.