Border War (Extended)

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2014 Wet Dentist

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released July 19, 2014

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Wet Dentist makes electro-based music in Bethlehem, PA USA. Free downloads (or pay what you want) of over a decade's worth of discography. Not for the feint of heart.

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Track Name: Communiqué Denied
Communiqué Denied


I've got a black suit on and a sky-blue tie.
I'm shackled and barefoot, babe, and I think I might die.
I had my hair all slicked back just the way you like,
But they messed it all up.

I can really see this now all in a movie.
Even now, I think I'm looking dreamy
With this cool sneer on my face while those others scream at me
In some crazy dialect of their occupying language.

The one guy speaks pretty good broken English
But asks me about stuff I've never even heard of.

One time, some other guy lit my hand with a Zippo lighter.
He just held it there while another held me by the hair.
I couldn't stand it; I'm still devastated by it.

I wanted you here then, as I do now, so I could squeeze you tightly
in hopes to absorb some of this screeching searing pain I feel
during what could be my last night on earth.
Track Name: Bunnies
Bunnies


We try to name all the bunnies and keep
track of them. They get backstories; personalities often
spring forth from their features. Nugget is often
the tiniest bunny of the season. There was
Biscuit and Gravy, two little bunnies.
They were in love. Sometimes at dusk,
we would stand out on the veranda
wondering aloud if Biscuit and Gravy were down
their little hidey-hole snuggling.
Snoozy was a loner and would lounge
every warm, sunny afternoon near the ferns and flowers
on what we call The Grassy Knoll. You taught
Snoozy how to feast on your chopped-up
apple cores, gradually coaxing him
to chomp on them right beneath us.
Maynard's got a beatnik neck-beard, and Pickles got short ears.
They dash back and forth, sometimes right
at each other, taking turns avoiding collision by
springing a few feet straight up into the sky, faster than
Olympic track. This is our I-max . . .
The free wooded area next door not only
houses varieties of flowers that bloom at different times,
there's many other sources of cover from hawks.
To our knowledge, there is no record of any any hawk
ever having any luck with any bunny over here,
and there never will be.
That one time, that cat had something I was able
to ascertain that it was definitely not a bunny . . .
Track Name: They Will Invade
They Will Invade


They never speak around me like statues, but moving
Become flesh and blunt words
Once I'm done catching glimpse of them
Do they break their cover?

They will invade . . .
A lot of them are already here . . .

At gun clubs and chat rooms and sites on the dark web
They plan things; I know it
I'll lurk if I feel safe
Still reading terrible things
That should be from another country
With a terrible past
They say they only need 3%

They will invade
A lot of them are already here
And we just don't know who they are yet
Or some of us know someone maybe

They could be next door or across the street
Polishing their guns and feeling their notches
Or imagining what it'll feel like
To carve in their first of many notches

The enemy can be anywhere
Anywhere in a matter of hours

Without grenades, without grenades
And landmines in the front yard
And underneath the back deck:
A line of heads on spikes
It's insane to be unarmed, my darling
It's insane to be unarmed, my darling

Yet here we are unarmed . . .
Track Name: Border War
Border War


That honeysuckle plant in the disputed territory
Has been stripped of all life
That guy on the other side is a monster
That plant looks like Mordor now
It looks like Mordor

Landlord's brought in the surveyor
Proves 15 feet's been snatched up by that neighbor
His riding mower and old white ass
Been shooting dirt, pebbles and sticks
At the side of our house from 2 feet away for too long

Border war – lock the doors
Border war – call the lawyers

A 3% chance is just too much
I can't risk that now
Because I'm smack-dab in the middle of a border war
Track Name: Baby Dragons
BABY DRAGONS

baby dragons spewing flames.
baby dragons swirl.
Makes the realm such a cooler place.
baby dragons hover above
that drag queen's shoulders
for this week's challenge.
that's baby dragons, ru.
baby dragons not yet beast enough
to convey the raw power
that they will wield. baby dragons.

those 2 baby dragons there
travel the arid land
with the arid queen;
they nearly starve to death
but they live! they live!
on my tv.

baby dragons smelt with her brother's head.

Baby dragons with my honey on the brick.
baby dragons with my honey on the brick:
she makes up a theme song
with dance moves to the beginning of the guitar riff of cream's
"sunshine of your love."

baby dragons coupled with her real true pure joy.
baby dragons coupled with her real true pure joy.
Track Name: Space Is One Place
SPACE IS ONE PLACE

space is one place
the zone where my bones
don't need no skin
or muscles or a face.
purposefully cryptic,
but i can replicate this if you doubt.
ocean out here
evaporates in full regalia.

i'm jet-propelled by a trance
a miasma always in e minor.
soon enough, i will switch to my moon accent
then glide with rockets off.

some might call that falling.
nothing to land on.
yeshua pumps my breath
so what's the diff?

i'm jet-propelled by a trance
a miasma always in e minor.
soon enough i will switch to my moon accent
then glide with rockets off.

that my lungs even function here is the miracle
because it's space.
that my guitar isn't crushed here
is a miracle because it's space.

this space is almost impossible
like an imaginary number.
square root of negative one made plain.
i say space is one place.

jet-propelled by a trance:
a miasma always in e minor.
soon enough i will switch to my moon accent
then glide with rockets off
then glide with rockets off
Track Name: Mein Wasser Ist Schmutzig
MEIN WASSER IST SCHMUTZIG

those aren't real clouds in the traditional sense.
mister, we've already had some earthquakes.
they say right here's gonna be beachfront property
and with it will come the horseflies and teenagers
with their madison avenue accessories.

mein wasser ist schmutzig.
a one gig hard drive the year i first used a computer
costs $319,000.

what do you mean this isn't covered by my policy?
that company's fracking caused it.
now they're naming winter storms, what's next?
what did you say the deductible for this is?
3% of the dwelling value?
what's 3% of $135,000? oh my god, i'm ruined.

mein wasser ist schmutzig.

the ocean creeps closer, compartmentalized
into kafkaesque locations that can only be neutralized
by the robot dance
by the robot dance.
where do they dump all the dead computers now?
where do they dump all the dead computers now?

we've had the secret monsoons
and more secret monsoons are on the way.
what is it again that pollinates?
the correct answer is "the sea is taking LSD."
no, just kidding; the water's converting to acid
and the phytoplankton hunger strike
laughing with their data plan smirks.
Track Name: Mind Palpitations Yeah
MIND PALPITATIONS YEAH

Can't control the thoughts when I think it / My heart starts to beat in triplets
Can't even begin to predict it / Can't even begin to predict it
Believe me - not for you / Believe me - not for you
Can't control the thoughts when I think it / My heart starts to beat in triplets
Can't even begin to predict it / Can't even begin to predict it
Believe me - not for you / Believe me - not for you

I think my organs sweat and shoot out heat
No skin should ever burn like this
The neurotransmitter battalions
Bash battering rams and colossal

Those neurotransmitters that have no fucking clue
Are riding hamster wheels and they know it
Striving at wind with very real battering rams
It's verboten to make point of that / During this war - God help me
During this war - God help me
I hate when I remember some of the things they say
I hate when I remember some of the things they say
Eye twitches – twitching eye / Eye twitches – twitching eye

Can't control the thoughts when I think it / My heart starts to beat in triplets
Can't even begin to predict it / Can't even begin to predict it
Believe me - not for you / Believe me - not for you

I think my organs sweat and shoot out heat
No skin should ever burn like this
The neurotransmitter battalions
Bash battering rams and colossal

I have a fever when I have your normal temperature
It's like a Viet Cong re-enactment over here
I have a fever when I have your normal temperature
It's like a Viet Cong re-enactment over here
Look at my eyes – what do they do?
No don't look at my eyes / No don't look at my eyes

Mind palpitations yeah – mind palpitations yeah

Can't control the thoughts when I think it / My heart starts to beat in triplets
Can't even begin to predict it / Can't even begin to predict it

Believe me – not for you
Track Name: End Times (Acoustic)
End Times


you might look more real to me with one of them tattooed tears
I'm in comic books I'm in comic books
weird subconscious shit don't feel like doing anything about it
earthquakes don't kill people buildings kill people (2x)

now I'll never want to ever calm down
galloping like the voice that says these are end times
plutocracy's got new lenses
talking with the voice people use to talk to pets

got a brain like a sieve things get erased, penciled in
rewritten, then I try to count the times I was a punctured balloon
every second of live television is susceptible . . .
I'm gonna get skinnier yet hey look at me I just turned into a puritan
slick like a white bird's newly blackened feathers (2x)

now I'll never want to ever calm down
galloping like the voice that says these are end times
now I'll never want to ever calm down
galloping like the voice that says these are end times
that says these are end times

Anon . . .

I'm in comic books I'm in comic books

plutocracy's got new lenses
talking with the voice people use to talk to pets
now I'll never want to ever come down
galloping with the voice that says these are end times
these are end times these are end times
Track Name: Weird Reason
Weird Reason


It's the end of an era
A colossal failure of the modern world
To point its lenses inward, I mean outward,
You know what I mean
What? You weren't listening?
You call that bacon sizzling?
You call that money glistening?
You call those sunny glimmerings?
I'll tell you what the fuck you got
You got access to pretty much anything you want
Except for this

It's the end of an era
A colossal failure of the modern world
To point its lenses inward, I mean outward,
You know what I mean
To click that link and drink that drink

Capitalism says lots of stuff
Be that as it may
Capitalism always gets what it wants in the end

Sustainability's cancer got us believing it's good for us
It's genius in its scope of balls

To make threats about what it would be like
Without the Military-Industrial Complex
Capitalism always gets what it wants in the end