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Broken Stick is the spiritual successor to The Lost Cosmonaut. If you don't know what that is you haven't been listening. Take this time now to go and listen to that song. I will wait................ Ok, now that you're back, welcome. Surprise! This song, lyrically, has nothing to do with that song at all. I DID say "spiritually" didn't I? Although the lyrical content isn't related the basic idea remains: think of this as a continuation of The Lost Cosmonaut. Simon is gone. Simon is god. Simon is born again as a burn-out. He's learned nothing. His infinite knowledge has become wasted. He is a broken stick, lost in space, lost in reality.

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I dream of bottles, drum beats, and bullets
2 in the head and 1 in the gullet.
Swallowing fifths, fast breakbeats, and riffs
45 to my skull, pull the trigger and quit

I solemnly swear that I won't despair
But I make no promise to forget i care
I've got one finger on my pulse and it's quickening
I've grown too sick but I'm only steady sickening

I've been abused, been left out and used
and I can be quite the asshole when it's me who's used too
Now it's copacetic, read my lips it's hectic
but I won't fry my mind even if this shit's electric

I've got one brain but my mind is on reserve
and I can tell that the worst is all I've come to deserve
but I don't mind, the time loops on rewind
and the next time around it's the opposite I find

Switch off the TV (TV, TV, TV)
I'm melting, my brain is absentee (I'm melting, Oh god I think I'm melting)
Plugged into the grid (GRID... GRID)
I'm dying, I'm dying to be free (Somebody set me free)

Is it, solipsistic in here or is it just me?
I can't remember my name but that's Ok, you see
I've blown mind on Northern Lights and Wild Turkey
I've smoked my weight in Wides, my fingers are ashy, greasy

Is it, night or day and should I know? Is it Ok
if I don't. Either way I'd rather lie here all the same
I'm a zombie, only I'm not craving brains
I'll feed on my depression, misery, and all my shame

I was, born and raised in a purple haze
minding mine under the eyes of my parent's steady gaze
Now I've, burned and raised all my youthful days
writing rhymes I'm doin' time as I sit here in a daze

I was, dead and gone long before we got along
so read between the lines of the lyrics of this song
you can, pick and choose either way we're gonna lose
in this sick, sad world I'm saturated bloody, bruised

[Chorus]

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from .​.​. is in (Subproject 94), released December 31, 2009
All music by The Monarch BtD (D.G.B. Adams)

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The Good Doctor is a pseudonym of The Monarch BtD though in other worlds he's also been known as Dr. Joseph Scheider, Dr. Sydney Gottleib, The Dirty Trickster, The Invoker of Murmur, The Traveler of the Area of Bilocation. In a former life he was the director of the U.S. government's MK-Ultra program before it was "shut down." The Good Doctor defies labels but will shamelessly use them to make $$$ ... more

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