CONCRETE PROPHET

  1. Mona Lisa
  2. Just Call My Name
  3. The Conquest

PROOF OF CONCEPT

  1. Elegy
  2. The Family Tree Dysgenic
  3. Kinetic
  4. Freeze Frame
  5. Learning To Crawl


Mona Lisa


Music: Concrete Prophet
Lyrics: Michael Passen

I see you
Striking a bold pose
Yet a blank expression
Thinking God only knows

Like a cut-out from a fashion magazine
Beauty in two dimensions
Depth has been sacrificed to
Colored pencil color schemes
Or a mannequin in a store front window
Separate from the world outside and
Forced to watch the changing world while
Never seeing anything

Take my hand, invite me in
Lead me past your entourage
Green room calm, tension thick
Sober me to your mirage
Vacant smile, empty words
Show me just what I had feared
Shallow eyes, flat expression
Turn sideways and you disappear

Like a cut-out from a fashion magazine
Beauty in two dimensions
Depth has been sacrificed to
Colored pencil color schemes
Or a mannequin in a store front window
Separate from the world outside and
Forced to watch the changing world while
Never seeing anything

Even Mona Lisa
Hanging on a wall
Follows you with her eyes
Your curves fail to move me
Your colors all fall black
You're superficial pretension's best disguise

So go back to your page
Back to where you come from
To your thick spined volumes
And your thin skinned problems

Like a cut-out from a fashion magazine
Beauty in two dimensions
Depth has been sacrificed to
Colored pencil color schemes
Or a mannequin in a store front window
Separate from the world outside and
Forced to watch the changing world while
Never seeing anything

Even Mona Lisa
Hanging on a wall
Follows you with her eyes
Your curves fail to move me
Your colors all fall black
You're superficial pretension's best disguise



Just Call My Name


Music: Concrete Prophet
Lyrics: Kevin Boenning

"I'm leaving,"
Is the last thing that I heard you say
Off on your own, time to do things your way
Forgive me; I thought you'd never survive
But you knew what to do if you fell behind

Just Call My Name
Look no further in your time of need
When you cry and bleed...
Just Call My Name

"Be strong,"
Is the last thing that I said to you
I thought you should stay,
You had something to prove
Forgive me; though I still can't see why
If you need my help, I'll be standing by

Just Call My Name
Look no further in your time of need
When you cry and bleed...
Just Call My Name

There was a time when you were alone
With no one to catch you, you'd fall
But things have changed
Since you've been on your own
Now if you need me Just Call My Name

Just Call My Name
Look no further in your time of need
When you cry and bleed...
Just Call My Name

The Conquest


Music: Concrete Prophet
Lyrics: Michael Passen and Mike Newberry

In my own land no one listens to me
Now a foreign queen sends me across the sea
To bring back gold and spices from the East
Three ships she gave me and ample supplies
When I looked to my men I saw fear in their eyes
We set out to sea and saw terror in the skies

I've heard rumors of what we'll find
City streets paved in gold
I've heard tales of a civilization
Ancient as the Earth is old

The Conquest of thousands begins today
All but their footprints are wiped away
Crushed under hoof and boot their
Voices are all choked mute the
Mark of man's time has been...
The Conquest

We tell stories to pass the time
But for many something deep is aroused
Quest for discovery or something else
But all in the name of the crown
They say, "The victors record history"
Because the vanquished can't bear to recall
They say, "To the victors go the spoils"
But there are not enough of us to take it all

I've heard rumors of what we'll find
City streets paved in gold
I've heard tales of a civilization
Ancient as the Earth is old

The Conquest of thousands begins today
All but their footprints are wiped away
Crushed under hoof and boot their
Voices are all choked mute the
Mark of man's time has been...
The Conquest



Elegy


Music: Concrete Prophet
Lyrics: Michael Passen

Sixty-five, embalmed alive
But a vacation clinic stay
Will put the star back on his way
Six years old, pale and cold
Sheltered from solar radiation
In a constant state of rehabilitation

One day wed, soon from their wedding bed
Fifteen hundred feet would end
The life together they'd planned to spend
A ten-year sentence, an impotent penance
A murderer's due is suspended
A mercy his victims weren't extended

Another lucky octogenarian
Passes the angel garden
With whom will I lie?
With whom will I lie?
Somewhere out there my stone is waiting
Somewhere forces orchestrating
The way I will die
The way I will die

One hundred weeks spent in military fatigues
But a zippered plastic bag
Will clothe him on his journey back
Hippocrates disgraced, his sacred oath erased
When a couple's forced to choose
Between medicine and food
Six billion souls, the young and old
All waiting for the day
When they return from whence they came
From conception in the womb to internment in the tomb
On the day that you're set free
Only this you're guaranteed

Lying here in bed
I lay my hand across your head
And wonder who'll be the first to go
And who will be left alone

Another lucky octogenarian
Passes the angel garden
With whom will I lie?
With whom will I lie?
Somewhere out there my stone is waiting
Somewhere forces orchestrating
The way I will die
The way I will die
Everyday each step I measure
Under existential pressure
One day I will die
One day we all die



The Family Tree Dysgenic


Music: Concrete Prophet
Lyrics: Michael Passen

Like the fork upon your table
Or the pipe that flows the water
To your cup and to your mouth
Ingest the luxuries you're able
Until the lead of fine utensils
Breeds death from all your wealth

And this is no morality play
This is not the guilty being made to pay

Nor are these the ravings of a cynic
This is the Family Tree Dysgenic

His noble ear hears duty calling
And so the vessel of posterity
Pours itself upon the flame
In to the violence of war sprawling
And summon generations fathered
By the sick and by the lame

And this is no morality play
This is not the guilty being made to pay

Nor are these the ravings of a cynic
This is the Family Tree Dysgenic

Procreate without regard
In these circular relations
Roots extending in every direction
Crumble the bedrock of civilization

Now the branches are in chaos
They are twisted and confused
So that their lineage can't be found
And the limbs are hanging heavy
So that the fruit of coming epochs
Rots unpicked upon the ground

And this is no morality play
This is not the guilty being made to pay

Nor are these the ravings of a cynic
This is the Family Tree Dysgenic

Kinetic


Music: Concrete Prophet
Lyrics: Michael Passen

Feel the footsteps underneath,
Ceaseless and on the move
Conscious or unaware,
Your feet are marching too
A shallow look may comfort find,
To call it providence
But cause will shout it down each time
and call it coincidence

So what to do, predestined man?
What's worth to struggle for?
Do I engage the forward flow
Or get pulled back to the shore?
Without evasion, a puppet nation,
Governed by consequence
How do I stage a coup just to
Hold back providence?

Life Kinetic
Fate magnetic
What's to strive for?
What's to die for?

He didn't guard against the memories
He'd romanticized in his recollection
Now he strains against the forward flow of time
To gain some sense of reconnection
The hours, minutes, seconds pummel,
And grind against his skin like sand
And nothing he can do
Can put the past back in his hand

Life Kinetic
Fate magnetic
What's to strive for?
What's to die for?

Freeze Frame


Music: Concrete Prophet
Lyrics: Michael Passen

A camera that captures colors
That don't exist in real space
A lens that focuses beauty
Unto the most unphotogenic face
A moment that's frozen in time
Just like all good times should be
A frame hangs around it
To hold it for all to see

Freeze Frame
There's no guilt in savoring the past
Freeze Frame
Hold it in your eyes and make it last
Freeze Frame
When night comes project it on your eyelids
Freeze Frame
Keep it dancing, dancing in your beds

Paper that shines and bears a thumbprint
Oily spirals in the light
Rainbow like a parking lot puddle
Swirls of color like "Starry Night"
Dark so dark you're lost in it
Away from negative space
8 by 10 is just the right dimension
For this beautiful safe space

Freeze Frame
There's no guilt in savoring the past
Freeze Frame
Hold it in your eyes and make it last
Freeze Frame
When night comes project it on your eyelids
Freeze Frame
Keep it dancing, dancing in your beds

Freeze Frame
There's no guilt in savoring the past
Freeze Frame
Hold it in your eyes and make it last
Freeze Frame
When night comes project it on your eyelids
Freeze Frame
Keep it dancing, dancing in your beds



Learning To Crawl


Music: Concrete Prophet
Lyrics: Kevin Boenning, Michael Passen and Mike Newberry

Under my close watch you were born to be
Never a man only a means
Given talents that weren't yours to use
You had the strength but not the will to choose


I won't go now, I'm not ready
Can't believe you'd come this soon
I made my choice, with my soul I'll pay
By the light of a waning moon

I see how your will was broken
Over and over
Now that you're brought to your knees
You're finally Learning To Crawl

My lungs burn with the fires of hell
I recollect from my dark shell
All the choices that you made for me
And all the sins I chose willingly

The time is now, you are ready
Can't believe you'd come this soon
You made the choice, and your soul will stay
By the light of a waning moon

I see how my will was broken
Over and over
Now that I'm brought to my knees
I'm finally Learning To Crawl

I won't go now, I'm not ready
Can't believe you'd come this soon
I made my choice, with my soul I'll pay
By the light of a waning moon

I see how my will was broken
Over and over
Now that you're brought to your knees
A dark path has been set for me
I'm finally Learning To Crawl




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