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At close proximity, we fire mortar rounds of intellect,
Our spheres of influence are drowning in the subtext,
A spontaneity despite your education,
A new simplicity free from intimidation,
You are the specialist and I'm the antonym,
You don't need a PhD to see the state I'm in
No jazz, no jazz,
No jazz, no jazz tonight,
No jazz, no jazz,
No jazz, no jazz tonight
Better, better, better, you had better beware of accidental suicide,
Your formal musical education has become your Frankenstein,
Devices second-guess the impulse intuition,
Dazed and lost needlessly; it kills the secret mission
Disguised as some efficiency, they fought for the technology,
But even machines can't tolerate serving society
No jazz, no jazz,
No jazz, no jazz tonight,
No jazz, no jazz,
No jazz, no jazz tonight
And I just don't get it, thick as I am deep,
Living large in a little pond, the city's dead asleep,
Learning notes and parts and chords I've been thrust upon
Oh God, it's so very, not what I want
No jazz, no jazz,
No jazz, no jazz tonight,
No jazz, no jazz,
No jazz, no jazz tonight
- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- Quetzalcoatl
- She Has No Control
- Open Road: The Allied Years (1992–1997)
- Nostalgic for Nothing
- J Church / Storm the Tower - Split EP
- How to Be Punk, Volume 1
- Return of the Read Menace
- The Precession of Simulacra - The Map Preceeds the Territory
- Five Years on the Streets
- Yellow, Blue and Green
- Camels, Spilled Corona and the Sound of Mariachi Bands
- One Mississippi
- The Drama of Alienation
- Mailorder is FUN!
- Arbor Vitae
- The Year of the Rat
- Prophylaxis
- Analysis, Yes, Very Nice
- Society Is a Carnivorous Flower