TASM Lab - The Whole Goddamned World
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TASM Lab - Development Lab
The Till Action Science Media Laboratory presents:
The Whole Goddamn World
This one is just an idea and one melody so far. I'm going to do a
a loose two-hour musical adaption of Ayn Rand's "The Foutainhead". Not much
done here, nope. Got a lot of work to do.
Here is the last song, which is the first written. I'm planning on singing it at the
millenium party at Harvey's on New Year's Eve.
The Whole Goddamn World
Raise up our beers, to flush in the year
Back up your glass to the top we've been sucking on foam since we've left our home,
ducking the muse since our hearts were fresh, and still believe...
The whole goddamn world don't mean anything, not to stumbling, meaningless drunks like us who lack the guts to believe...
The whole goddamn world don't span more than this,
the laughing jackasses cry, while all of Till's favorite lies still fill
Santify this bar, our temple to the stars.
A blackout of confidence reigns, I can't shit more bricks than the worst of you,
A dumb-like-a-girl kind of point of view that strangles my song.
Don't work for your pay, don't expect that you'll get laid.
The cockmaster beats on his chest, a bigger buffoon doesn't watch his breath,
another cranked bitch will claim all the mess, until us grown-ups cry
One dumbass confused, another, starts to drool,
a wretched form of abuse, a tragic point of view
Fuck up your lives for a joke, sell out your hopes for twenty cents,
Cash in your chips just to pay the rent, and still proudly proclaim...
The whole goddamn world don't mean anything, not to stumbling, meaningless drunks like us who lack the guts to believe...
The whole goddamn world don't span more than this,
the laughing jackasses cry, while all of Till's favorite lies still fill
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