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Shriekofafreak!

by Cannonball Statman

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1.
Gaslit 02:46
In Koreatown The Godfather stands Disappears dancing Magic money he is waving I avoid the park and the people who go there Godfather hails a fast taxi cab The eternal voodoo trash artist stands above his roots And underneath a psychedelic fog And I am singing along I avoid the park and the people who go there Now I stand in front of a paralyzed-eyes redheaded wheelchair figurine Staring at the tragedy Tragedy stares back at me in Koreatown Where my suicide attempts were inspired And I was taken by the lab rats 'Cause every breath is a symptom of an undiagnosable disease Give your life for a diagnosis She found me on the New York scene After she gave her life to a computer screen When I was nineteen it was a strange year Gaslit me Alienated everybody I helped her find free groceries Could've been the next post-Velvet disco queen tragedy Or an herbal tea Or maybe just crazy Just like me Just like me Like the billboards in the sky Look at the billboards in the sky Watch them screamin' out every thought you're thinkin' about I will sacrifice myself for a greater cause In Koreatown The Godfather waits for ink to exude from his face Where my suicide was well-documented And I simmered with the lab rats 'Cause every virtue is a symptom of a temporary terminal disease Give your life for a diagnosis In Koreatown
2.
On the Q train Sees his reflection in a stranger's eyes seared by the sun He goes back into the ocean again This time the blade is in the palm of his hands Looking for a wounded traveler Or just anything he can murder Remember when he was a boy on land Before he became that genetically modified man The dirt goes in And the mud comes out And we live Until we die Sometimes I move And I don’t know why And I'm drowning In front of your eyes If you give yourself Do it Then you won't be worth a shit And don’t you run away from it You will die in a cold nacht With that parasite In New York City it never rains But the sky opens up and leaks liquid stains Evaporated from an alien fire in the sky And if you wanna live You'll probably die But there's more to this story Like there's more to the ocean Like don't even ask me to explain where I come from I'm gonna take off my shoes Tear out all my teeth throw 'em back into the witch's brew The mud comes out Give yourself Do it Then you won’t be worth a shit And don’t you run away from it You will die in a cold nacht With that parasite Merman and marmaid at the Chinatown arcade With don't touch that dial smiles and hard lemonade Convincing the oysters they mean the world To unstoppable stomachs that can’t stop raving The world is your oyster But so am I And I just wanna open your eyes I just wanna make you lose your mind I just wanna live I'll probably die The mud comes out And we live Until we die Sometimes I move And I don't know why And I'm drowning In front of your eyes If you give yourself Do it Then you won’t be worth a shit And don't you run away from it You will die in a cold nacht With that parasite
3.
The man from the government knows more about you Than you do in your dreams In your dreams There's a man they call The Masked Disturbance From the uncharted corridors of known existence The lady sits at the table And everybody stares at her They think she’s kinda crazy Yesterday you rode the train with The Man in the Vampire Suit You thought he was real and maybe he was It's a strange world And when gold becomes a useless cover I trust you'll know where to go from here I’ve had stranger dreams I've had stranger dreams I've had stranger dreams Between you and me A man came by from the government And he wants to know your name He's checked into the motel in the center of town Drinking black coffee to fuel his alien brain And his sights are set on you It's a strange world And your friends just wanna laugh about all those strange daydreams About all the things they've never done before You know they'll never have the guts You'd better run away I’ve had stranger dreams I’ve had stranger dreams I've had stranger dreams Between you and me Your friends just wanna play around with strange girls And leave them for dead When they find out there’s something wrong with their heads It's a strange world
4.
Lightning strikes this neighborhood on the West side of Brooklyn In the small hour between night and day Dawn fades in through brownstones Streets crowd with people And the Interdimensional Diplomat comes in through sky No I can't forget people They're my friends Extended family They're not devilish toxins or dangerous adversaries Despite what electricity would have us believe Just look up the street Stench of homicide bites your left nostril So turn right You'll never have to turn left again Tomorrow The Queen of Long Meadow stands at your door Turn inward Face your pillow Sleep in On my way up the road A woman pulled up in a car And asked me if I needed a ride I said no thanks Come with me if you want to live Look up the street At the Black Squirrel You'll talk to the Squirrel I'll keep on walking I'll hunt for fortune cookies in the sewer Yeah In the sewer On the West side of Brooklyn In the magic hour oozing night from dying day When evening wind strikes brownstones Streets blast maniac tongues of rock and roll And the Interdimensional Diplomat comes in through sky
5.
Said he was dying Said he was dead And everything living was already dead And he couldn't do anything anymore Recently He was stuck inside of who-knows-where He met the strange people who he'll never meet again But no one would dare open up his eyes Said he was living He was alive And everything living was standing right here But nothing was the same Saw someone I knew the other day Hadn't seen him in awhile He wore a new cover that I saw but couldn't see And I had to walk on by My chest went numb Some win Hey Most of us lose And everyone dies And you can't escape But that's how you live Saw someone I knew But couldn't talk for long She was wondering if I remembered her Or if I was real at all Told her That depends on how much you are willing to believe I saw your fisherman He looked like me And the Suicidal Superhero came into the back And the Interdimensional Diplomat appeared in the sky And I saw the pain that it took
6.
The Alien 02:20
The zeppelin of World War 3 just bought another pint of gasoline Sits in the background Watches the foreground Every day he is a brand new poem He can't be read 'cause he's always reading Some people are talking They don't even know him He won't sell his soul till the day that he dies Some people are talking Talk like they own him You're gonna be all right Freeze-dried You are going on a mission for the human race You chose to spend your last night on Earth With the people you cared about And I'll never forget it I swear That night You had that wild but firm Profoundly intense look in your eyes Like you were ready to lift off into the stratosphere at any moment You knew that land was just a prison A prison with no guard But gravity Through a twist of fate Found a way out Drill holes in the sky The wicked witch on East 4th Street has lost the entirety of her mind She burns her clothes in a butterfly pose And feels the weight of every living thing that stumbles down the ground Within a three mile radius of her haunted house The house is a mess but there's room for a guest If Edward Hyde just happened to drop dead You're gonna be all right Freeze-dried You are going on a mission for the human race You chose to spend your last night on Earth With the people you cared about And I'll never forget it I swear That night You had that wild but firm Profoundly intense look in your eyes Like you were ready to lift off into the stratosphere at any moment You knew that land was just a prison A prison with no guard But gravity The other night You had some crazy dream And it all went up up up Now everything I've ever done And everyone I've ever loved And every song I ever wrote And every fortune I didn't tell And every zeppelin I didn't sell And every lie I didn't catch And every UFO I didn't lay Looks bitter and dull and devoid of all flavor But you can fly To the mermaid parade or the merman brawl Or bashing my head into the wall Or the mystery air at the start of Fall There's something burning inside us all Band names in a bathroom stall Will always be prisoners to space and time You can fly Up up up Up up up Up up
7.
Flushing 07:25
The grass is always greener on my side But has there ever been a tree like you? Green like you A plastic tree standing in the lung of a big bloodbath I can read the news faster than you You wanna know where our little friend went? Struck by Siberian avalanche Paralyzed left to die It's a sad day It’s one of these days when you don't wanna go outside You don't even wanna see the rocket ship take off Or the park Or the people who go there Or the fashion show in the park A few minutes pass I hear a brave raging lunatic Ringing words of wisdom into the ears of a balding sociopath And I smile And it comes to mind that in a few years We will all get together and laugh at this chicken-scratch Down in December Love grows on trees And in the sewer Joy and shattered leaves Tornado in Brooklyn Money in Manhattan Helicopter to Jersey Stop flirting with me Dance to the rats Dance to the rats Sleep with the roaches Dance to the rats Up upon November There’s a brand new sewer rat Sleeping with the sleeping Flushing in Flushing Magic like a sunset in a parking lot A big bad rocket ship takes off From Brooklyn, New York to Flushing, Queens Where a deadly visionary was hatched About Nico I can read the news You wanna know what she's up to? Extending the upper limit of her vocalization range For Lou and Jim and Jimi and Satan Today I got tired of you screaming at me And eternally stroking your ego So I'll go off to play a Bushwick Antifolk show For the bartender walls and weirdos Run down Avenue A Take the J train And I realize I was right all along I'm Cannonball Statman On the J train And you just wanna be a character in one of my songs Down in December Love grows on trees And in the sewer Joy and shattered leaves Tornado in Brooklyn Money in Manhattan Helicopter to Jersey Stop flirting with me Dance to the rats Dance to the rats Sleep with the roaches Dance to the rats Up upon November There's a brand new sewer rat Sleeping with the sleeping Flushing in Flushing My favorite thing in the world to do is chase the muse I chase it every day Stop electricity cars firetrucks congress barfights dust mites and red birds in my pursuit of it I'm losing my mind in the best possible way 'Cause I know I ain't never gonna catch it Down in December Love grows on trees And in the sewer Joy and shattered leaves Tornado in Brooklyn Money in Manhattan Helicopter to Jersey Stop flirting with me Dance to the rats Dance to the rats Sleep with the roaches Dance to the rats Up upon November There’s a brand new sewer rat Sleeping with the sleeping Flushing in Flushing
8.
This weird world is rewiring me To speak and think like a human man To walk the streets like a citizen And talk about the weather whenever I can Did I tell ya we found an alien outside of Niagara On the way to Odessa She stood outside smoking an e-cigarette Drilling silence and words into the tip of my head Don't go anywhere Stay scared You can't breathe Man, you don't even want to Think about it I felt a sensation of billions of blood cells magic spells spirit and vibrations of lust From some four dozen post-death meatball heroes It was sinister and strange Drove me to the edge From a metal to a magnet And then a black hole And here comes some asshole in the mouth of the room With the head of a lion and the heart of a mosquito Mourning the severing of his gut With a burp of bourbon and a tragic scream Don't go anywhere Stay scared I can't breathe Man, I don't even want to What about you? Sometimes I must admit I hear a voice calling me from afar I can't comprehend the words but the message is clear And it penetrates me like a chainsaw I know what it means Man I know what to do Yet I cower in the temporary warmth of the pack When will I start running? When will I run from the pack to that dissonant shriek Of a freak who howls alone in Riverside Park? And upon my arrival in that wild uncharted volume Whatever will I do? Will I erase these questions from my mind? You can't break the ground in manic town But you can smell the suicide I had somewhere to go So I went to the TPM show There's absolutely nothing that stitches can't sew Dropped all my shit in a puddle of spit in Tompkins Square Took it back Bolted off like a poison cat Straight into the arms of the electric chair Born in the shadow of Moloch It was written on my forehead Taken by the hand of the quicksand Fell in and never got out Snakes and spiders in my legs They're not going away I hear sirens and screams from the rooftop And I feel better Tonight I'm gonna die in front of your eyes I've got nothing better to do The train station's closed And the landlord doesn't know And I love you At night in Skyscraper, New York A bullet rings through the air Through landscapes of dirt And panoramas of lazy eyes There is something else behind these walls and doors Which lead to breakfast at night In Skyscraper, New York A party emerges in Skyscraper, New York The lonely club singer becomes physically demented But the man behind the wall was dying In a room of saturated blues and cigarette smoke Illuminated by black and white camera flashes From photgraphers in tuxedoes At night in Skyscraper, New York A hospital in Skyscraper, New York is fluorescent greens and whitened walls A man in a gown loses all character inside of him at the sight of a syringe But manages to remain calm in front of doctors Campaigning for the next parade of infants to march in their doors At night in Skyscraper, New York He died on the street last night in Skyscraper, New York Fueled by the messages on the billboards starring signs of the apocalypse And silver screen dreams of a last chance at the road to fame Through the back entrance at the theater where the rocket ship went off And the ashes of Hi8 video tapes of the crash sent everyone back to bed A memorable moment in the days of looking out the window into a golden sky He was no more His soul sinking into the stained cement The raindrops in the mud The friends with mouths wide open The bluest sky from the oceans of his entire life At nacht in Skyscraper, New York

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"You can't fuck with this kid. He puts modern "punk" acts to shame. Very aggressive folk music. This is like acoustic Dead Kennedys. He sounds like he is about to snap and he barks like a dog. I think there is something wrong with him…in the best way possible." (punknews.org/article/59685/bestof-scotty-tankcrimes-chris-urban-toyguitar-jennie-cotterill // Crazy & the Brains frontman Chris Urban's write-up of Shriekofafreak! in PunkNews)

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released July 5, 2015

All music and lyrics written, performed, engineered, mixed, and mastered by Cannonball Statman.
Album cover photography by Katherine Koch, design by Cannonball Statman.

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