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Chaos Rise Up

Chaos Rise Up (from the album Chaos Rise Up)

Chaos Rise Up
Chaos rise up through the concrete and the coffee stains
Chaos rise up… through the tension, and the tea bags
Chaos rise up from the dead beats to the old dregs
Chaos rise up… through the membranes of bad eggs
Chaos rise up (Rpt 2x)

Chaos rise up through the back streets and the cold hags
Chaos rise up… through the chest pain, and garbage bags
Chaos rise up through the dark clouds and broken panes
Chaos rise up… through the gutters of acid rain
Chaos rise up (Rpt 2x)

Chaos rise up from the ink blots and the blank page
Chaos rise up… with the rock star backstage
Chaos rise up through the floor boards and sewer mains
Chaos rise up… through the champagne of rusty chains
Chaos rise up (Rpt 2x)

Chaos rise up from the raw meat and steady state
Chaos rise up, like a street gang tempting fate
Chaos rise up through the deafness and eye strain
Chaos rise up, through the cubicles and the Rogaine
Chaos rise up (Rpt 2x)

© 2008 Jeremy J dePrisco ASCAP

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On the Edge

On the Edge (from the album Catch the Squirrel)

Where the ground shakes, smoke rising up to meet you
Vampire stakes, on your grill they eat you
Clock tower clicking, church bells ringing
Heaven can wait, but hell wants to sing
Stretch yourself thin, step right up
What do you win, what’s in your cup?

On the edge of greatness being much but becoming more
Sails are tight and the wind is right, we’re ready to leave for the shore

Where the sun shines, mist rising up from the sea
Jellyfish sting, horseshoe crabs clamoring
Tide pools tickling, every wave is licking
Limbo can wait – purgatory wants to sing
Stretch yourself loose, take off your shoes
What do you see, what are the clues?

On the edge of the boardwalk, more in touch than I was before
Stars at night and the wind is right
Now I’ve got sand in my shorts

On the edge of greatness being much but becoming more
Sails are tight and the wind is right, we’re ready to leave for the shore

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© 2004 Jeremy J. dePrisco ASCAP

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Proverbs

Proverbs (from the album Chaos Rise Up)

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, out of sight out of mind
It’s better late than never – a stitch in time saves nine
Old dogs without new tricks
When you live and learn it sticks
Too many cooks spoil the broth; two’s company three’s a crowd
Birds of a feather flock together, but it’s the thought that counts
There’s nothing new under the sun
Few are chosen but many come

Silence is golden, talk is cheap, the squeaky wheel gets the grease
Try again if you don’t succeed, don’t miss the forest for the trees

Variety is the spice of life, and ignorance is bliss
The best things in life are free, beauty’s only deep as your skin
Early to bed, early to rise
A pound foolish, but penny wise

Silence is golden, talk is cheap, the squeaky wheel gets the grease
The early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese

Better safe than sorry, look before you leap
The other side’s always greener, but experience isn’t cheap
You can’t judge a book by its cover
There’s a world out there to discover

CHORUS

© 2004 Jeremy J dePrisco ASCAP

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Keep the Windows Closed

Keep The Windows Closed (from the album Chaos Rise Up)

Keep the windows closed, so the satellites can’t get in
That way no one knows, the plot that’s made within
Keep the story straight, so historians can’t get in
That way no one knows, the plot that’s made within

I’ll see you in the underground, fighting for your rights
Below the fossils and without a sound, in the shadows, behind the lights

Keep the borders closed, so the spirits can’t get in
That way no one knows, there’s ashes in the wind
Keep the people numb, so initiative can’t get in
That way no one knows, the world that could have been

I’ll see you in the underground, fighting for your rights.
Inside the castles, with ankles bound, in the dungeons, by fire light.

I’ll see you in the underground, fighting for your rights
Behind the curtains, without a sound, hidden from prying eyes.

Keep the shutters closed, so the neighbors can’t see in
That way no one knows, the secrets held within
Keep the public blind, so the maniacs can’t get in
That way no one knows, the thinking of the fringe… I’m on the thinking of the fringe

I’ll see you in the underground, fighting for your rights.
Behind the cameras spinning around, on the networks crawling inside

Keep the windows shut, Keep the fences high, Keep your spirits low,
Keep the workers weak, Keep the writers down
Keep your sunglasses on so the aliens can’t get in
Meanings of the past, your language is suppressed
Sleep with one eye shut and the other on the door.

© 2006 Jeremy J dePrisco ASCAP

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Once in a While

Once in a While (from the album Catch the Squirrel)

The rain it falls, the river floods
Wearin’ hand-me-downs, on the ground
Now I’m stuck in the mud
Old Jack Brown, came to town
Old Jack Brown, made a sound
Now there’s no one around

Once in a while, gotta let your guard down
Once in a while, gotta let your guard down

Got a one-eyed dog, he’s my friend
Sittin’ on a log, out in the fog, waitin’ for the end
Judgement day, on it’s way
Wasn’t yesterday or today
When, the preacher didn’t say

Gotta let your guard down, once in a while
Gotta let your guard down, once in a while

Farmer Jim, lookin’ real slim
Crops didn’t grow, look at the shape he’s in
Plowin’ Joe, lookin’ for a hoe
December’s gonna go, for sure he knows
Got some seeds to sow

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© 2004 Jeremy J. dePrisco

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Going Down to Smyrna

Going Down to Smyrna (from the album Catch the Squirrel)

I’m living with a sucker, living with a snitch
A bunch of bootlickers, and a son of a bitch
47 years old, and 3 squares day
20 years in, and a few on the way
Got in a fight, punched the other guy, cuffed me and stuffed me, cause he died
Gotta cowboy up, gotta be brave
My woman’s at my side, good thing Jesus saves

Goin’ gown to Smyrna (RPT)

Every week that passes is another week behind
All the bad drags, and the good flies by
They’ll throw you in the mhu, throw you in the shu
The guards don’t give a shit if you come back black and blue
On the outside the landscape may change
On the inside, everything remains the same
Write me a postcard… send me some pictures so I can see
What I am missing… Goin’ down to Smyrna

It might be hard to believe;
They were cheering when the towers fell
Don’t believe in no Shawshank Redemption
All these boys are goin’ to Hell.

In the chow hall they were skimpy with my plate.
But I controlled my anger and my hate
Maybe if I’m lucky, they’ll give me some “good time”
A case of state paper for me to write
On the outside the landscape may change
On the inside, everything remains the same
Write me a postcard… send me some pictures so I can see
What I am missing… CHORUS

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© 2004 Jeremy J. dePrisco
Album: Catch the Squirrel

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Chaos Factory 2.0

Chaos Factory 2.0 (from the album Chaos Rise Up)

Oh, what the hell is goin’ on, the flesh has turned to stone
Now the city starts to burn, and they’re wreckin’ it, wreckin’ it
Oh, what are we supposed to do, as they tighten every screw,
Hammer every nail, now they’re wreckin’ it, wreckin’ it

While the carburetor smiles, it turns inches into miles
Now we’re on the road to the Chaos Factory

Now, the blueprints have been drawn, the old ways are now gone
No sense in making repairs, now they’re wreckin’ it, wreckin’ it
Where’s the voice of all the men, protesting to the end
Everyone’s replaced now they’re wreckin’ it, wreckin’ it
The robots have been built, upgraded without guilt
No humanity remains… in the Chaos Factory

Rusty wrenches, dirty gears, collected through the years
Acid starts to churn now they’re wreckin’ it, wreckin’ it
Now they’ve got us by the tail, if the infrastructure fails
Corroding our control… cause they’re wreckin it, wreckin it
They’re tightening the bolts, electricity jolts
To spin the belts and wheels… in the Chaos Factory

We live just to feed the machine, keep the motor running clean
Against the A-frame barricade now they’re wreckin it, wreckin it.
Punch a clock for all the hours, while the rich men live in towers.
We can’t drink gasoline, and they’re wreckin it, wreckin it
Ore smelting over fires, great deals made under spires
Now we breathe acetylene in the Chaos Factory

Rusty wrenches, dirty gears
Oh, what the hell is goin’ on, the flesh has turned to stone
Now the city starts to burn, and they’re wreckin’ it, wreckin’ it

© 2005 Jeremy J dePrisco ASCAP

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Organ Harvest

Organ Harvest (from the album Chaos Rise Up)

This is no ordinary mortician or mortuary
In the graveyard late at night, digging ditches, do it right
Pay off the undertaker, the Presbyterian and the Quaker
To obtain the parts that we need to sell, for sure we’ll go to Hell

Livers, kidneys, limbs, heart valves, hair and skin
Dig, dissect and deal, rob the worms of every meal

That man Mastromarino, tomb raider – indicted, badda-bingo
Twisted physician making human Swiss cheese,
Avoid investigation, pass on the disease.
Stem cells, such a pleasure, intestines, they’re a treasure
Millions raked in from black market trade, the body’s still warm, cut off that leg

Lungs, fingers, jaws, tendons, veins and blood
Dig, dissect and deal, rob the worms of every meal

Tourists stealing marrow from the dead, lively as a sparrow they said
Worth more in the freezer than the mausoleum

Secret chamber chop shop, dissection going non-stop
Prop them up with PVC, stitch ‘em up, no one will see
Fiends of formaldehyde, descendants of Frankenstein
Will Cooke’s bones ever turn up somewhere? Before the cremation they were there.

Grinders, hacksaws, blades, scalpels in the shade
Building blocks we steal, cut the membrane, cut a deal
Livers, kidneys, limbs, heart valves, hair and skin
Dig, dissect and deal, rob the worms of every meal

© 2006 Jeremy J dePrisco ASCAP

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Creepy Girl

Creepy Girl (from the album Chaos Rise Up)

Saw her at the movies last night, I thought that she was cute.
Then they turned out the lights, and that point was moot.
Just when I got comfortable, with my popcorn in my seat,
What was there before my eyes, but a hellish demon queen.

Cause she’s creepy, she’s a creepy girl. The creepiest that I’ve seen.
Yes she’s creepy, she’s a creepy girl. Gore and guts and slimy bleed.

Her head spun round and her eyes lit up, like an evil Christmas tree.
Her finger nails grew and her fangs popped out. She came right after me.

Here comes the creepy… the creepy girl. This is her biggest scene.
She’s so damn creepy, freaky creepy girl. Jumping right off the movie screen.

Is it possession, or is it obsession? Pulling me towards the dark?
No exorcism or intervention can keep me safe at night… from the creepy, creepy girl!!

Yes, she’s creepy, she’s a creepy girl, the creepiest that I’ve seen.
Yes, she’s creepy, she’s a creepy girl. I see her in my sleep.
Yes, she’s creepy, she’s a creepy girl, the creepiest that I’ve seen
Yes, she’s creepy, she’s a creepy girl. I love her ‘cuz she’s mean.

My friends fess up, say “good luck with goth” now I’m all alone.
The flick is done and the lights are on, time to get back home.

To my creepy… creepy creepy girl, the creepiest that I’ve seen.
Yes, she’s creepy… creepy, creepy girl. I love her cause she’s mean.
Here comes creepy, creepy creepy girl, this is her biggest scene.
She’s so creepy, freaky, creepy girl, jumping right off the movie screen.

© 2008 Jeremy J dePrisco ASCAP

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A Fairytale

A Fairytale (from the album Catch the Squirrel)

The butcher, the baker, and the candlestick maker,
said the Devil dinned my wife.
And the Three Bears gave me Goldilocks stares,
as I walked her home tonight.

And it seems like I’m living in a fairytale.
It seems like I’m living in a dream.

I’ve seen Mother Goose take a sip of moo-juice,
while Jack Rabbit held her tight.
And I’ve been told that I’m losing my hold,
and ya know, I think they’re right!

Chorus Cause it seems like I’m living in a fairytale,
It seems like I’m living in a dream.
It seems like I’m living in a fairytale.
My life is not what it seems. (Ride E)

I’ve got strange thoughts going through my mind,
Oh, no… I couldn’t think that.
I’ll just sit here and twiddle my thumbs,
like the canary who ate the cat.

Chorus

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© 1993 Jeremy J. dePrisco