LYRICS
So, you think things are going well
Then you miss a beat
So, you think things are going swell
You’d better turn down the heat
At the crossroads to hell
You rendezvous with the angel that fell
Now, it’s getting too hot
About to learn why not
Turn down the heat
Surprising the temperature’s rising
You’d better turn down the heat
Now, you’re breaking a sweat on your brow
You’d better turn down the heat
Is it hard to tell
You’re at the crossroads to hell
Tell an archangel that fell
I’m not about to retreat
Turn down the heat
Now, it’s time to lay me to sleep
You’d better turn down the heat
Is there a chance my soul I’ll keep
You’d better turn down the heat
Does the bell toll for thee
Or is it ringing for me
In my prayer I plea
Lord, please save me
Turn down the heat
LYRICS
Fixin’ the hands with duct tape
Whatever it will take
The sands of time
Are slipping through
My butter fingers
The thought lingers
I’m
Due
I’m
Fixin’ the hands of time
Not sure
If anyone understands
LYRICS
Get a glimpse
Of the apocalypse
Through the cracks appearing
We could be leering
Through the cracks appearing
We could be peeping
Through the holes opening
We could be peering
Get a glimpse
Of the apocalypse
A two headed snake is ready to strike
Into itself it’s going to bite
How much venom can it take
To drain the life out of wealth
Get a glimpse
Of the apocalypse
Easier to pass through the eye-of-a-needle
Is heaven an option… even at all?
LYRICS
Are you asking me about eschatology?
I’m cryin’
Its’ about time
For divine
Intervention
Due to lack of prevention
Divine intervention
Are you asking me
About eschatology?
Save me, Lord, save me
What message to send
The end of the beginning
The beginning of the end
Pray you start over again
Who knew
You’d get to start anew
If you’ve an alternative
Please do
Are you asking me about eschatology?
When it comes to the future
Are you sure
You can see
The End Of Times
At that time… there will be a time of distress such as has not happened from the beginning of nations until then…. Those who are wise will shine like the brightness of the heavens, and those who lead many to righteousness, like the stars for ever and ever.
LYRICS
Shine, shine, shine
Shine, shine, shine
Turn up the love
Be a shining star
Shining from above
Shine like the stars
With the love that is ours
Please grant me some wisdom
Bring on the Kingdom
That shines like the brightness
(Brightness) Of the heavens
Like the stars for ever and ever
Love is our endeavor
The playing field evens
When you shine, shine, shine
(With the volume of love)
Shine, shine, shine
Shine, shine, shine
Turn up the love
Shine, shine, shine
A mighty fine shine
The brilliance of the brilliance
Giving love a chance
There’s wisdom in the brilliance
Of the brilliance of brilliance
Singing the virtues of the love dance
Shine, shine, shine
Shine, shine, shine
Turn up the love
Shine, shine, shine
There’s a lot of space
In the human race
Fill it full of love
Of love, love, love
Shine, shine, shine
Shine, shine, shine
Turn up the love
Shine, shine, shine
Shine, shine, shine
Shine, shine, shine
ABOUT THE SONG
Style: Love
Chords: C D E / C D G / A C
Recording: 8-track
Vocals, Martin Guitar, Kurzweil Keyboard
Written about the hate crimes at the corner of Gay and Church Streets, the Presidential Election of 2016, and how we need to turn up the love!
LYRICS
You better think quick
’cause it’s a trick
Sick, sick, sick
Better think quick
’cause it’s a trick
Not since “Tricky Dick”
Have we seen such a trick (or such a ….)
Pull the wool over our eyes, I’s, eyes, I’s
Better think quick
’cause it’s a trick
A sick, sick, sick trick
While taking the pulse of the nation…. (D.O.A.)
It’s a nay, nay, nay tion
A nay shame nation
Hey, hey, hey
Nay, nay nation
Damnation
Like living in hell
And, well
That won’t be for me
Will it do for you
You better look quick
’cause it’s a trick
You better think quick
‘cuase it’s a trick
When the resident idiot
Is President
We’re in the presence of the End Of Times
Yours and mine
Present in the presence of the End Of Times
Yours and mine
LYRICS
Better watch out or they’re gonna get you
If you let your guard down
There’s not much you can do
When the mayor wears a golden crown
Everything smashes to ashes
And we all fall down
Our sacred Constitution
Usurped by The Institution
A song written at the Mayor’s mansion
That was born on the back of others’ misfortune
The stink of hate ain’t up for debate
Elite feast on their despise of the least
Chorus
The message they’ll send in the end
“It broke. It would not bend.”
Now, humanity can not mend
Because your message was “The End”
ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Music
Chords: A D6 A / A Em A / C Em A
Recording: live
Vocals, Guitar
Inspired by Mayor Carolyn Comitta and events at the corner of Gay and Church Streets. Recorded at the Mayor’s mansion in West Chester, PA.
WEST CHESTER, PA — The West Chester Police department continues to be tangled in an ever-growing web of police misconduct and illegal activities. Now, Police Chief Scott Bohn and Mayor Carolyn Comitta are being called into question.
Starting in April, multiple police officers have been implicated in retaliation, witness intimidation, obstruction of justice, lying under oath, falsifying police reports, conspiracy to commit a crime, interfering with an internal affairs investigation, police misconduct, terroristic threats, harassment, civil rights violations and hate crimes.
The line “Our sacred constitution
Usurped by The Institution” was inspired by a long time West Chester resident that heard about The Busking Ordinance. Thomas said, “That’s against the Constitution!”
LYRICS
If this is the last time
I’m gonna have a good time
I was told when I grow old
I’m gonna leave behind my body and mind
A collision course
With mass extinction
Of course
Not gonna hide for the final ride
Take my inside outside
And spread it wide
I’m gonna spread the word that man’s absurd
Climb to the highest rung
Sung from the top of my lungs
“Oh, man. Oh, my, my, Lord”
’til they drop the curtain for our last bow
I’m gonna make certain there’s not somehow
To save some space for the human race
And ya know… enjoy the thrill of the show
The child fighter makes for a real nail-biter
Do you know there’s no more encore?
What? There’s no encore? I paid good money for this ticket!