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Audio tracks from Blue Light Special by The Consumers. All lyrics by Bradford Grant Boyle.
Greetings, Tralfamadorians.
Tonight has been, tonight will be, tonight is.
With apologies to Mr. Vonnegut.
Hi, Kurt.
I've got the Billy Pilgrim Blues
Because I know exactly what I'm gonna do
I know exactly where I've been
With no free will there is no sin
Everybody skips all the time
Billy did it both ahead and behind
Time doesn't pass, it only flows
If you pay attention, you can see where it goes
I've got the Billy Pilgrim Blues
I know exactly what I'll do
I know exactly where I've been
With no free will there is no sin
And I don't know what it's all for
But I ain't never been to Tralfamador
I'm just the sum total of my thoughts right now
When Spot barks, he goes bow-wow
I've got the Billy Pilgrim Blues
I know exactly what I'll do
I know exactly where I've been
With no free will there is no sin
I haven't ever fought in a war
Do they still have those things anymore?
If you feel sorry for Edgar, you don't understand
Everything goes according to plan
I've got the Billy Pilgrim Blues
I know exactly what I'll do
I know exactly where I've been
With no free will there is no sin
Now I live in a dome
It's where I call my home
Billy lives just over there
He'll die soon but doesn't care
You've had a tough week
You've had a tough year
So smoke your smoke
And bong that beer
And tonight we're gonna
And tonight we're gonna
We're gonna blither
Blither, blither, blither, blither...
If you lose your brain
Then you'll lose your pain
Flush evolution
Down the drain
And tonight we're gonna
And tonight we're gonna
We're gonna blither
Blither, blither, blither, blither...
Don't you worry about what you did
You can blame it all on Mr. Id
And tonight we're gonna
And tonight we're gonna
We're gonna blither
Blither, blither, blither, blither...
Everybody's equal when they can't think
Everybody's equal when they're puking in the sink
And tonight we're gonna
And tonight we're gonna
We're gonna blither
Blither, blither, blither, blither...
Emotions are chemicals, I'm sure of that
But then so is the limbic system of a rat
What is the cause of my relapse?
What activated that defective synapse?
How many hours have been wasted with illusion?
How much has it added to my confusion?
Maybe I'm a hypocrite, but maybe I'm complex
Please pardon me if I regress...
I'm a data collector
I collect the facts
I'm a data collector
I can never relax...
The universe is full of wonder, full of mystery
Why rely on dogma outdated by history?
If you need a puzzle, ponder the implication
That reality can be reduced to mathematical equations
Religion occupies a need that runs deep
But why rely on non-rational beliefs?
Science gave us the bomb, yes, it's true
But what has religion given us that's new?
I'm a data collector
I collect the facts
I'm a data collector
I can never relax...
Matter is just congealed light
A fact unknown to most troglodytes
I won't fault you if you call me pagan
Because I worship science and Carl Sagan
Perhaps I am a better form
Perhaps I don't fit the norm
If you look close, there's a twisted logic
Remember my personality is a composite
Time is going but is never gone
And culture dictates what's right and wrong
Thoughts are just silent voices
So much reality to cope with
I'm a data collector
I collect the facts
I'm a data collector
I can never relax...
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Just me and God’s outdoors
My work’s never done, always got chores
Sheep got wool, cows got horns
And it’s five hundred miles to the nearest whore
I’m Marlboro Man
Dying of lung cancer
But I’ll die like a man
Ain’t no wimp
I’m a macho stud
Ain’t never clean ’cause
I sleep in the mud
Can’t read, can’t write
Sing to myself at the campfire at night
Always got a cigarette
New York’s never done
It’s hard to breathe with just one lung
Just me and my horse
And law don’t need no courts
Can’t even spell technology
I don’t need it, it don’t need me
In the beginning... there was barter
Then rocks, beads, and shells, whatever looked neat
Coins and paper later accomplished the feat
Now money moves at the speed of light
Beams bouncing off a satellite
We live in an information age
I had the plastic, I had it made...
In debt like our capitalist economy
Betting on my future prosperity
Bills are due, but I can bounce the accounts
Adjust psychologically as the debts mount
It's plastic
It's plastic debt
It's plastic
It's plastic debt
Make no money, where does this cash come from?
My total debt exceeds my annual income
Flip the plastic, it's such a pity
There's a party at the Hard Rock in New York City
It's plastic
It's plastic debt
It's plastic
It's plastic debt
Magnetic blips in a big machine
(I have no soul, I can't be seen)
I'm paying interest at twenty-one percent
(You humans aren't very intelligent)
My income, it doesn't grow
(You don't need me to tell you so)
My debt increases exponentially
(Welcome to the twenty-first century)
I have no money even to eat
Soon I'll be living out on the street
While I sleep on the cold cement
My credit will be rated excellent
It's plastic
It's plastic debt...