The Orlando Sentinel

by Emperor X

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EMPEROR X
THE ORLANDO SENTINEL
(LYRICS/AUDIO BY CHAD MATHENY)

SIDE A
1- “FIERCE RESOURCE ALLOCATION”
2- ”H.M.S. BLANK MEDITERRANEAN (FEAT. O. WITTCHOW”
3- “RING 1A: THE ORLANDO SENTINEL PRESS OPERATOR UNION RALLY SONG”
4- ”RING 1B: SUBSUMED CLASS WAR”
5- “AT A RAVE WITH NICOLAS SARKOZY”
6- ”DAYTRADER STADIUM”
7- “RING 2A: PROVING THE POLITBURO RIGHT”
8- ”RING 2B: A.I.”

SIDE B
1- “SWIM LAWS”
2- ”CARICOM (LAGOS VERSION FEAT. G. ROHDE)”
3- “RING 3A: REPO BROWSER VS. SCHENGEN OVERSTAY”
4- ”RING 3B: TODOS SOMOS CARIBENOS”
5- “RING 3C: SARKOZY REPLIES”
6- ”RING 3D: KAFKA GOES TO PRIMARK”

CHRONOLOGICAL THANKS:
O. Wittchow, S. Steinbrink, Z. Mabry, J. Jasper, I. Goodman, B. Lynch, M. Wood, D. Plotkin, A. Orah, A. Lima, E. Ewoldt, R. Matheny, L. Matheny, Weekend, L. Moston, L. Vironda, R. Bouchard, Pretty & Nice, G. Rohde, R. Wasoba, M. Bryden-Wasoba, T. Bussey,


PRODUCTION MANAGEMENT:
Jennifer Brown, Jett Wells

LYRICS
"Fierce Resource Allocation" Hey, look out! They found an active sect at the bridge. There were another seven ounces. They had one minute left to hide a rope, find a rope, tie a rope, light a rope, EY! Getting plastered at the census track, throwing garbage at the census workers because they were looking for Samoans. Their tax base is growing. Got pulled over by the INS. They were jumpy from political pressure. They scrutinized us, then they waved us through, waved us past, waved us on, waved at us, EY! We got angry at the census truck. Scattered and brainless, we were cluttering the concrete with random flyering for market saturation, cool and controlled to die young, to die fearless, to die with resources, to die with integrity, O! Pushing out to pass the parking lots, loaded down with crates of surplus fuel cells, we drained the pennies from our purchase cards, our credit cards, our debit cards, our cash, EY! We spent our money, but we kept your trust. The universal individual attraction, the biological delirious value: we don't weigh the same. We die young. We die fearless. We die with resources. We die with integrity. We die young and stunned to die with integrity, to die young, to die fearless, to die with resources, to die with integrity. to die young, to die fearless, to die with resources, to die with integrity. DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE! O! Resources. Resources. "H.M.S. Blank Mediterranean" I met you in a hurricane off coastal France in the blank Mediterranean. They were listening to awful trance, and I got my mom on Medicaid, and the forms came in, and we signed them. We held on to the balustrade as the waves crashed in like the rain on slanted council flats: relentless. I asked if you still felt okay, and you laughed like I'd just told a joke, and we thought we saw the sun come up but it was lightning. You were there when Mom's new pills came in. The box was light and nondescript. We walked around the flooded lake and you punched me because it's rarely cold in Florida but we're north of the aquarium and you're a point source and you radiate and no one's here to stare at us and it's freezing, so let's jump in. And it's so cold, so let's jump in. The winter caught us calling home disheveled and disorganized and scrambled on an LCD, and I hate it. But we finally got to modern Rome, and i changed my parents' cell phone plan, and we talked about iconoclasts and we waded. Bannister, balustrade. Safety nets: Medicaid, Medicare, Medi-Cal. Geoffrey Hill and Namenda and it's freezing, so let's jump in. And it's so cold, so let's jump in. And it's freezing, so let's jump in. "Ring 1: The Orlando Sentinel Press Operator Union Rally Song/Subsumed Class War" There are two endings: The Orlando Sentinel and subsumed class war. "At a Rave with Nicolas Sarkozy" I went out for a run with Sarkozy as a pretext for getting invited to his home for the annual government bake sale, sliding off, parallel with the lasers and the foam. Go populate. Go fill out forms. Go rave. I want a puppy. Then Sarkozy slipped past the detector. He was texting with Chancellor Merkel all night long, planning pranks on the Chinese defectors and his daughters and I in a circle pit writing songs. Go populate. Go fill out forms. Go rave. Go rave. Go rave. Xiè-xie. "Daytrader Stadium" Time collapsed in a foam of quantum failure to replicate the dumb results of the graph we use to decide which corporation to cultivate. If we give up then the heat comes off in the Eastern Bloc and we get terrified and stare at the sun. Then we blame our loss of sight on universals. The Eastman-Kodak CEO quit to day trade. What if he wins? Then the heat comes on and we congratulate ourselves on investments we never made, then we give our most obnoxious gamblers guns and trucks and keys to the gold. CLEAN COAL! The intermediate matrix failed like Boltzmann buried under a pylon. Now we're attempting to purge ourselves of soy, Depo-Provera, and nylon. One god effect of the crash: now every altered state gets classified as work -- at least enough to prevent an epidemic of a baseless adolescent philosophy. Burn every copy of Bergson and Engels and the Dischord Records discography. Or maybe not, because this time I hold rights. I keep all secrets. I'm inside, and I trade, and you trade, and we trade and we trade and we trade and we trade. FREE TRADE! "Ring 2: Proving the Politburo Right/A.I." I'm on the twelfth floor of an East German administrative skyscraper, proving the politburo right that this is all we do with our freedom, proving the politburo right that this is all we do with our capital. 'Every time I think of you/I feel a shot right through with a bolt of blue.' It's a New Order song. It's a New Order song. It's a New Order song. It's a New Order song. Our freedomayaaayyya y a y a y a y a y y y y y a a y a y a y a y a y a y a y y a y a y y, a y y y y y y y y a a a y a y a y y y y y y y y y y y y y y y a y y y y, a a a a y y y y y y y y y y a y a y a y y y y y y y y y y y y a a a a a a a a y y y a y a y y y, a a y y y y y y y y y y y a a a y y y a y a y y y y y y y a a a a a a a a a y y y y y y y a y y y, A.I. "Swim Laws" They judge us harshly for taking clothes off even when it's hot, even if we just want to go swimming. She was a voice coach, who slept with her lights on and who invested in local wildlife with the skills of an actuarial wisdom and value. That's in a sight-cone that I feel when I want to be rivalrous. We scored a big win for public welfare. But they forgot to count what we would've given them in the monthly tithes that paid for the new basketball court. Children of eBaum. Children of evacuation route out of Islam, route out of the Promise Keepers' pledge. Back in the bathroom of the last Ohio mission trip we learned what it felt like, heard what it felt like, knew what it felt like, did what it felt like, loved what it felt like, slept in the daylight alive. No one else here is alive. But I think you and I are. I liked your Nissan. I wish you didn't trade it in for a newer Nissan. I wish you weren't gone. "Caricom" Why does it matter when you bounce all morning? Why does it matter when you're down and you're feeling awful? Open eight pharmacies and mental clinics. Now Tijuana's looking nice. The sun says, 'Health care's stuck on the floor, hotel's in orbit, taking reservations, coming furiously faster than we knew to prepare ourselves for. We're unprepared, but what a view!' Commonwealth labor force choking off access to parking and leisure. This union's at fault. Sucking energy out of the magnetic field gives us nausea. What a bad case of asthma caused by ash and plasma spewed out from the mouth of the mountain that ruptured. Volcano splits us in sub-national tribes. Iceland's got rights, man. Iceland's got rights! Turn on the garden hoses in the Brasilia sunset. Attach the nozzles that will make the light diffracted. Then take a picture with your old smashed-up webcam. The rebate check will not arrive in time, but food stamps are stuck on the floor. I'll go outside and I'll join in with the rebels, singing: 'Turn on the water when we say, or we'll burn your trees down. Turn on the water when we say. NOW!' Blown out loudspeakers bash durable goods. We're shelling Mount Hood. The boulders bear witness that there is no recovery. The comptroller's stoned. He's got nausea. Pacific assault on the desert conditions at Tropical Skyscraper National Park/Petrocaribe. Sixteen flags unfurled: the ring world, the Dyson sphere! "RING 3: Repo Browser vs. Schengen Overstay/Todos Somos Caribeños/Sarkozy Replies/Kafka Goes to Primark" I could feel good without feeling guilty if I knew you could feel good too but we're still far so far too far to know if you ever could I hope you can. I hope you land. Take a train. Don't get deported. De donde? Como no sabías que todos somos caribeños del norte?!? Como no sabías que todos son?!? Más duro! -- Out. He's stepping out. He's stepping in, and out: re-stepping out. Look out when Kafka walks out towards the Primark. Click: he's buying things! Click: Selected! Out, he's buying thin shirts and other clothes Click: accessories! Yeah! Thank God, another hunter. AAaaaeeeeee-ooooooaaaaaoooo Aaaauuuaaaa-uuuuuaaauaaaaawww. Out. Kafka goes to Primark. Franz Kafka shops at Primark/Topshop/Topman. Franz Kafka goes to Primark. Franz Kafka shops at Primark.

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released June 27, 2014

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Track Name: Fierce Resource Allocation
Hey, look out!
They found an active sect at the bridge.
There were another seven ounces.
They had one minute left to
hide a rope,
find a rope,
tie a rope,
light a rope,
EY!

Getting plastered at the census track,
throwing garbage at the census workers
because they were looking for Samoans.
Their tax base is growing.

Got pulled over by the INS.
They were jumpy from political pressure.
They scrutinized us, then they
waved us through,
waved us past,
waved us on,
waved at us,
EY!

We got angry at the census truck.
Scattered and brainless,
we were cluttering the concrete
with random fliering for market saturation,
cool and controlled

to die young,
to die fearless,
to die with resources,
to die with integrity,
to die young,
to die fearless,
to die with resources,
to die with integrity,
O!

Pushing out to pass the parking lots,
loaded down with crates of surplus fuel cells,
we drained the pennies from our purchase cards,
our credit cards,
our debit cards,
our cash,
EY!

We spent our money,
but we kept your trust.
The universal individual attraction,
the biological delirious value:
we don't weigh the same.

We die young.
We die fearless.
We die with resources.
We die with integrity.
We die young
and stunned
to die with integrity,
to die young,
to die fearless,
to die with resources,
to die with integrity.
to die young,
to die fearless,
to die with resources,
to die with integrity.
(DIE DIE DIE DIE
DIE DIE DIE DIE
DIE DIE DIE DIE
DIE DIE DIE DIE
DIE DIE DIE DIE
DIE DIE DIE DIE
DIE DIE DIE DIE
DIE DIE DIE DIE!)
O!
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