Idiot Jones Will Have His Day

by Madame Blavatsky Overdrive

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released 07 December 2006
Produced by Madame Blavatsky Overdrive
Engineered by Craig McFarland
Recorded at The West Oakland Theosophy Center (March 04- Dec 05)

"Spaceman" "Drowning" Partially recorded at Card Walker Studios.

MBO Is:
Adam Gates:
Vocals, Guitar, Keys, Synthetics

Jeff Gomes:
Drums, Percussion

Craig McFarland:
Bass, Keys, Synthetics,Guitar,Trumpet

Additional Musicians:
Thomas Muer: Keys
Mirv: Guitars
Derek Greenberg: Guitar
Geoff Marx: Keys, Drums
Thomas DiMuzio: Treatments
Kosta Cross: Keys, Treatments

Mastered by Thomas Dimuzio

Illustration, Design: Gates

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All Songs by Gates except "The Chopping Song" written by Gates, Muer.

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Track Name: Idiot Jones Will Have His Day
Sitting all alone
Banging heads
In the rubber room

Sucking down the pills
In the group home
Chemical tomb

Looking for signs
'Cause your mind
Is working overtime

Institutional life
Is nothing but
An organized crime

He sets the sights
On the sky
Secretly talking to the moon

Idiot Jones will have his day (hey idiot)
He's lost in landslides of grey

When all the voices go away
You'll finally have someone to save

God damn the creeping snake
At the wake of each and every day

Suddenly you come to view
And you start to
Ascertain

The words are coming easily
Now that your're
Not insane

Everybody's looking
For that half-wit
Idiot Jones

Speaking in voices
Muttering his
Idiot tones
Track Name: Occam's Razor
Your religions bought and sold
Just a way to keep a hold
On your fat back
I'm sure Christ digs all your gold

You define what's right and wrong
The network news just plays along
Your propaganda
Has a brand new working song

You don't need a reason for your brand of treason
All your ducks are in line

Shake your money maker
Shake your brand new ideal

And make it real...

Condoleezza's telling lies
Words are easily revised
Shake your donkey
Keep your eyes fixated on the prize
Track Name: Kicking The Can
All the world is terrible and cold
Untie one knot
And everything
Starts to unfold

All in all
We're just kicking the can
All in all
There's no battle plan
All in all
We're just kicking the can

And the truth be known...We do the best we can

The collection cup is over run with muck!
Tie a dollar to the tail
And watch the monkey
Chase the buck
Track Name: Your Time To Lose
It seems that you're alone
Misunderstanding
Everything you see
Thing you see

All your plans are blown
You were so hopeful in your fantasy
You say that you were wronged
Can we survive without your pointless songs?

Adjust your state of mind
Truth is so unkind
What's your new excuse
It's just your time to lose

That's tough luck
That's what they call the hard breaks
But did you ever think
That you don't have what it takes?

What it takes my friend...
Track Name: Nerve Pill
Hey
I'm a walking cliche
Whose manicured his own dismay
To get his sick pay

Hey
I could easily portray
A strategic display
Of angst and moral decay

Hey
Nothing meaningful to say
Yes you know how to obey and trust the God that you call "they"

Rest my head
On the grass
Watch the clouds pantomime

The wind and the trees
Calm the disease
That's poisoning my mind

The idiots drone in predictable tones
They shake and scream and weep
American Idols fill the garbage heap

Keep on climbing, never stop
Fill your pipe to the top

The king of the apes is speaking in tongues
In a language ready-made
The dictionaries are arbitrary to serve his new crusade

Out in the garden
Is where I'll disappear
The freaks and fear won't find me here

I'm not my bank account
I'm not my new career
It's obscene, this machine is rolling over us all

Where's my nerve pill
I'm fine but the world is ill
When breathing the air is political

It's time to roll over
And play dead

Playing dead. Playing dead.
Track Name: Spaceman, Time To Go
He likes the sky inside his head
Spaceman
All the stupid things he said
Spaceman

I just wanna disappear
Spaceman
The calm before the setting year
Spaceman

Spaceman, time to go
Looking through the window
Track Name: MBO
You got a key to the hyper-world
That you wear on a chain near your heart
You wrote a "Super Sigel"
That you keep deep inside of your art

You know you want a reason
No there aint' no reason for it
I confess...

Destroy the system
Do it the other way around
Think of the system
As your playground

I confess...

Madame Blavatsky Overdrive in your head
It's all because you have to die before you're dead
Track Name: Drowning Not Waving
Strangely
I didn't know you left me
I didn't know you'd gone

Strangely
The sound of your voice escapes me
Something is very wrong

Strangely
I do not know what I am thinking
I didn't notice that I've been sinking

Each time I say goodbye

Strangely
I'm drowning not waving
Save me , please will you take me home

Strangely
I've come unglued, I'm crazy
Please don't leave me alone

Man overboard
Drowning not waving
Man overboard

Watch him swim to the shore
And sink in the deep blue sea
Track Name: Self Replicating Machine Elves
Strange world calls from a clear glass vile
I breathe in synthetic smoke
A membrane tears and after awhile
A large room is filled with ghosts

That's when you first see the elves
Seems they have something to say

"Welcome to the Egos death
Don't spiral off into amazement
Pay attention! Pay attention! Pay attention! Pay attention!

Your heart is beating, take a breath
We're making objects with our voices
We're replicating, trans-mutating, pay attention! pay attention!

I feel like an alien

This language, these secret codes from space
This lexicon of the dead
Is turned to balls of complex grace
Time is erased, time is replaced

There is a chrysanthemum!
Made with dimensional sound!

Then you understand that nothing is real
Not what you touch, taste, smell, hear or feel
Track Name: The Chopping Song
Most of the day we we're chopping
Most of the month we we're chopping up the...
Most of the year we spent chopping
Most of our lives our heads were in the clouds

Pounding the rock
Never stopping
Chopping the dust
Our heads are in the clouds

In the clouds