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The Haunting of Master Brain + Mantis Man Reads The Times Looks Between The Lines-Lines

  
 
All Acting Regiment
10:46 / 13.04.06
The Haunting of Master Brain



I am saddled with a synapse
Of Byzantine complexity
Squeals all night and
No-one sits next to me!

I am saddled with a cortex
Of ludicras fluidity
Writes chamber music
In my sleep!

Oh no I won't get off my arse
No, no I won't get off my arse
I can't work:
I'm master brain!
I can't work:
I'm master brain!

Weep weep weep saith chimney boy
Oh I must work all day-
Well good you'll weep my chimney clean!
Well good you'll weep my chimney clean!

But in a flash my fire's out,
You filthy filthy Vandal lout!
Weep weep weep says chimney boy,
And I break him apart like a strawberry toy

I hole him in the orchard dark
Where the apples are silver moonlit cheeks
And swear in the cold night I heareth
Weep weep weep weep weep

And that's the end of that

But now I never walk alone
I swear I never walk alone
And now there's always pouring rain
Overflowing all the drains
And on my manor waves crash down
And on my manor waves crash down,
& I am saddled with a synapse
Of Byzantine complexity
And I am saddled twice: two eyes
Staring from the rain at me!



Mantis Man Reads The Times Looks Between The Lines-Lines




Oh I am a victim
Is what he said before we kick'd him
Sterling is a liar-iar
Is what we said before the fire-ire

And all of it was true-oo
Yes all of it was true
And all of it was tough to bear
Yes all of it was tough to bear
It's the spirit of the times-imes
Inhabiting these times-imes
Inhibiting these rhymes-imes

Oh I am a victim
Is what she cried before she lick'd him
Yes the modern birds's an orifice
She does blood sweat, tears and piss
That's what the make-up adverts say-ay
Yea, that's what the adverts softly say
Between the lines-ines
In the times-imes

I'm the rubber man who bounces,
I keep kids out the dub-club:
I pulse in liquid limes-imes
I don't like it like it
& bitter bitter is my heart,
For “batter, batter” is my art!
Yes I father hate crimes-imes
No I don't relish it,
It's just the spirit of the times-imes
Yea, the spirit of the times-imes
 
 
Alex's Grandma
18:43 / 13.04.06
I quite like 'The Haunting Of Master Brain,' it has a nice line in terms of the plight of the tortured, misunderstood genius.

I'm guessing you've been listening to The Fall a bit recently? If so, while this is entirely understandable, and possibly even mandatory if you're at college in Manchester and experimenting with hallucinogens, it's still possibly true that the use of repetition, exclamation, blunt sarcasm etc (thinking in particular of verse three there) that works pretty well when it's set to music doesn't always translate quite so effectively to the printed page.

They'd both be fine as lyrics I think (and you might want to try that, being in a band, if you've got the time and the energy,) but if you'd prefer to consider them more as poems, I'd be inclined to cut the more chant-like material, were I you.
 
 
Hallo, Paper Spaceboy
20:18 / 13.04.06
I agree with Grams.

Or, the other way, you could tweak the repetition into repetition-with-variation and do an anaphora thing (each line begins the same, but.) "The Haunting of Master Brain" was fun but you could flesh it out a bit, maybe think about what the individual line lengths bring to it...

Are you at all musically inclined? I'd maybe scan the lines a bit and make the meter's good and then see about setting it to music.
 
 
All Acting Regiment
03:17 / 14.04.06
Cheers folks. That's pretty much what I was thinking about doing!
 
 
Hallo, Paper Spaceboy
03:03 / 26.04.06
For the record, something in the "Master Brain" one is diddling things in my head a little bit. I feel almost... inspired... by it. Good job.
 
  
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