@BAND: Pitchblende
@ALBUM: Kill Atom Smasher

submitted by:  Brian Emmett (bemmett@csugrad.cs.vt.edu)

@SONG: REDCAP
we saw lights move quick through the night sky; no airbase is nearby
bright shafts bolt out, beams search, crawling; they'll find us, waiting

silence, heat and static fool the eye
there they lie, in the sky, invisible, waiting

we see them we hear them even now in the daylight
we hear dogs howl, we see birds fly, there is no airbase nearby

@SONG: CYCLORAMA
here's news you can't use, no bright ideas, no inspiration, 
	or the best intentions
a story of half truths, watered down, no innovation, a flawed invention
it makes the head spin, a centrifuge
the circuit scrambles then blows it's fuse

mixing metaphors, confusing tense
a vicious circle that never ends

deserving reproof, censure worthy, unruly usage coerces repulsion
an edit frenzy too huge to file, too wide to hide, to red a herring
it lacks in reason, less common sense
at fever pitch ink melts and blends 

mixing metaphors, confusing tense
a vicious circle that never ends

a blue screen life, living in others scenes, takes where'd you rather be, 
	shows you what you would rather see
punched up on the psych, snaps you out of lethargy, image here is everything

cyclorama

@SONG: FLAX
you're bored you've got nothing better to do than give money to the state
you've got a liscense plate it says i love my cat, 
you paid money for that but your car is cute

you've got a wicker basket full of pearl necklaces; you have diamonds but they
might as well be grains of sand
your bedspread looks like a wedding dress
you married walt disney for his filthy free candy

the dream you have realized comes in many colors: 
tan, mauve magenta, but they're all the same shade
you mistake my wonder for ridicule

@SONG: SAWED OFF CITY
sun sets slow, leaves a sticky glaze in it's path
progress' pace is paralyzed
they took an axe and whacked and hacked and chopped the town in half;
        cut it to size revealing bluer skies

here's the place where makeshift men die TV deaths; in this town we live close
to the ground

bright light hurts my eyes, i care even less for the city

this is the square where they all stared each other down; here's the car that
	drove them straight up the wall
where's the barrel that blinded everyone with it's glare
cracked, but the act will stand the test of time

here's the place where makeshift men die TV deaths; in this town we live close
to the ground

bright light hurts my eyes, i care even less for the city

@SONG: VISCERAL PLANE
walking backwards into here, struck a nerve
stalled motor standing still, not a word
can't pull the trigger, impulse, can't spit it out
i'm inclined to say the least; tried, untied, won't be released

peripheral visions, all things to come
all on your accord, scrawled onto the blackboard
it's not a crime to feel resigned, it's all by design
right inside is sight unseen; truth, lies, somewhere in between

system doesn't work, never has never will
system doesn't work, never has never will
system doesn't work, never has never will
system doesn't work, never has never will

@SONG: DISCOSKULL

Instrumental

@SONG: SHEPERDESS
The veil, perpetual; the clouds on the slopes
Despite this impairment, your image transmits
Relationships at work, the rendezvous soon
The robot I sent for you searches and continues

The shepherdess from Maat Mons, in her sunday finery

The tortured surface, the weathered surface
Like an active volcano five miles high
 
The shepherdess from Maat Mons, in her sunday finery


@SONG: INDIAN ILK

Instrumental

@SONG: RETICENCE
It's by design: the constructs stand, the heads will ring, lost from all
	the simple things.
A moment caught, a moment spent, for popsters all the losers then can't
	figure out something is wrong

The secret's out, the mystery's gone

I'm waiting for the one to call me on what I owe her, take me straight
	on her shoulders, lift me up show me how
One hand raised, a straight arm; goose step, click

Still, something's dying
The constructs stand, the heads will ring, lost from all the simple things.
The noise it takes to really strip a motion siezed, a feeling gripped
With time long wasted, breath long baited, there's nothing new to show;
the song drones on

@SONG: WET TWIZZLER
Like a twizzler, a wet twizzler, between pillows, two down pillows
You're hard candy, dropped on the ground, full of dirt and sand, then thrown
	away

When you rise from that goofy chair, an indentation is left there
The beans are packed, the bag is leaking, the shape is yours and i'm thinking


@SONG: PILOT LIGHT
Step, breath, mind, throws me overhead 
The sky reflects me older, older than it seems
Caught bending, kneeling there step, breath, mind reminds me why i'm here
For me and not to hold her, thrown down a glare

In sway I'm ashamed of all her, out sway i'm the same, just smaller