December 15th, 2009

Here’s the second song from the radio show (See chapter 11 for the set up). This song was written after a night at a D.C. club called The Crazy Horse on M Street in Georgetown. I’m sure the people there had no clue I was turning them into vacuous monsters. I know it doesn’t sound like it, but I actually had a good time there.


Words & Music by Skip Adams

Living with the frenzy
Everything a game
Some are cruel and some a pleasing
Illusions just the same
A two edged conversation
Words that jump and twist
The truth lies somewhere hiding
In a game we can’t resist

Escape the madness
Psycho-rape and sadness
Viscous business dealings
Can’t ignore the feelings anymore

Living with the lonely
The quiet desperation
Losing sight of their objective
They grope for consolation
Writhing in a sea of flesh
A face without a name
TV spewing space-food sticks
A videocean shame


In a crowded, dim and smoky room
They come to find some beauty
The music drones its primal urge
Instead they fill their duty
They perform the ancient rituals
Like animals in heat
Sending telepathic messages
Where words are indiscreet



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2 Responses to “chp 12: Living With The Frenzy”

  1. Tim says:

    I recognize a Dan fan when I hear one. Nice.