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WOEBEGONER is a wholly regracked, remixed and totally reimagined 2018 version of the original Woebegone album (2010). On the original album Johnny Woebegone (played by Danbert Nobacon) was still carrying the shrapnel, wedged in his vocal chords, from the bomb blast which should have ended his life. In the 2018 version, shrapnel finally removed and his vocal chords near healed, he teams up with the audacious audiosumptuous Lilithiana Red (played by Kuinka’s mirazzmerizing Miranda Zickler) to re-tell the first parts of their story of love, loss and time travel from a base point of the decaying world of the early mid twenty first century … and, always under the watchful eye of the privatized intel “inner surveillance” team of Wade (played by Kira Wood Cramer) and Ross (played by Johnny Watson). Dusted off and polished up musical backbone from Seattle’s finest, The Bad Things, and studio magickery by Mell Dettmer.

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released February 1, 2019

DANBERT NOBACON vocals, acoustic guitar, bird impressions
MIRANDA ZICKLER vocals
KIRA WOOD CRAMER voiceover
JOHNNY WATSON voiceover

THE BAD THINGS
JIMMY BERG vocals, accordion, organ
GREGORY MILES electric guitar, banjo, backing vocals
AUSTIN QUIST bass, sousaphone, backing vocals
STEVE KAMKE drums, piano, backing vocals
BEAU HERBERT mandolin, guitar, backing vocal
MELL DETTMER moog and sound effects

Produced by Mell Dettmer ... Re-Recordings, remixing and Mastering by Mell Dettmer at Studio Soli , Seattle WA Nov 2017-Feb 2018
Original recordings at The Tank, Black Diamond WA engineered by Mark Miller, assisted by Jesse Andrews, October 2009

Cover art Nobacon Photo Sol Gutierrez Design Laura Gunnip

www.danbertnobacon.com
www.kuinkatheband.com
www.thebadthings.com

Written and composed by Nigel Hunter. Directed by Danbert Nobacon
Published by EMI Music Publishing, Germany,
except ‘Ramblin Man’* by Hank Williams – Acuff Rose Inc/Hiriam Music.

VB004 Verbal Burlesque Records
P.O. Box 1053 Twisp WA 98856 USA
c. 2018

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Danbert Nobacon & The Axis of Dissent Twisp, Washington

Danbert Nobacon 'freak music legend' got an associate degree in the science of children’s play in England in the 1990’s whilst moonlighting in the punk rock band Chumbawamba. He is currently teaching theatre at his local High School. "Stardust to Darwinstuff," his first album for seven years explores, the consilience between art and science, (released April 2017) ... more

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Track Name: BLOW THE MAN DOWN (feat. Miranda Zickler)
BLOW THE MAN DOWN

GATHER ROUND, GATHER ROUND, YOU KNOW ME
THOUGH YOU NEVER BEFORE HAVE MET ME
I’M THE STORY THAT OILS ALL OF OUR TWISTED LIVES
AND NOW I’M CURSED TO REPEAT IT
TO STRANGERS WHO MAY NOT BE SO STRANGE
ONCE YOU’VE ENJOINED IN MY SORRY TALE OF WOE

ONCE I WAS ALIVE, A SEAFARER
A PIRATE IF YOU PREFER
MAKING MY WAY IN THE WORLD BENEATH THE SUN
BUT I FELL IN LOVE AND I MEAN IT
SHE ENVELOPED ME BODY AND SOUL
ONE NIGHT ON SHORE LEAVE IN HAMBURG LONG AGO.

SHE SINGS,
CARRY ME ‘CROSS THE OCEANS
COME SWIM IN MY SEVEN SEAS
I’LL LOVE YOU TILL AFTER MIDNIGHT
BUT I’LL BE GONE, BEFORE THE MORNING
CRACKS HER CROOKED SMILE
BLOW THE MAN DOWN

WOKE UP TO THE PRESS GANG
TO SLAVE FOR ABSENT ROBBER BARONS
TRANSPORTED OFF THE EDGE OF THE WORLD AND BEYOND
AN EXISTENCE WE CANNOT CALL LIVING
FUNCTIONING WITHOUT BREATHING
WHERE LIFE HANGS BY THE THREAD OF A DREAM OF A SINGLE NIGHT

FIFTEEN MEN ON A DEAD MAN’S CHEST
DRINK AND THE DEVIL HAD DONE FOR THE REST
SHE JUMPED SHIP WHILE I WAS SLEEPING IT OFF
SHE TOOK THE GOLD, AND THE HEART THAT I DIDN’T KNOW I POSSESSED
RIPPED IT OUT OF MY CHEST
BLOW THE MAN DOWN

BLOW THE MAN DOWN, HEAVE AWAY
HEAVE AWAY, BLOW THE MAN DOWN

TATTOOED WITH THE BLUE NOTES
WHEN THEY WERE BEING FORGED, DEEP IN THE BELLY OF A SINKING SHIP
ESCAPE? HARDLY! … A FREEDOM OF SORTS
ADRIFT IN ATLANTICANA
BREATHING HELL AND HIGH WATER
IN THE COMPANY OF LOST SOULS OWNED BY THE SEA
BLOW THE MAN DOWN, HEAVE AWAY
HEAVE AWAY, BLOW THE MAN DOWN

FAR, FAR OUT TO SEA
A VORTEX OPENED UP AND SWALLOWED ME
SPAT ME OUT IN ANOTHER WORLD
FOUR HUNDRED AND TWO SCORE AND TWELVE YEARS LATER …
I WOKE UP
Track Name: JOHNNY WOEBEGONE (feat. Miranda Zickler)
JOHNNY WOEBEGONE

SO I GO BY THE NAME OF JOHNNY WOEBEGONE
AND I’M A WOEBEGONE A LONG, LONG WAY FROM HOME
PEOPLE SAY IT SOUNDS LIKE AN ALIAS
BUT A PRIEST BLESSED IT NEVERTHELESS
SO I GO BY THE NAME OF JOHNNY WOE-WOE WOEBEGONE

I SWEAR ON MY MOTHER’S LIFE
I SWEAR ON MY MOTHER’S LIFE
HOW DOES THAT WORK, WHEN SHE’S GONE?
SHE’S A LONG GONE WOEBEGONE GONE, GONE, GONE
BUT I STILL SWEAR ON MY MOTHER’S LIFE

ON THE ROAD AGAIN JOHNNY? WHERE DO YOU GO, GO, GO?
ON THE ROAD AGAIN … TWO FOR THE SHOW, THREE TO GET READY
WIND ME UP AND WATCH ME GO, GO, GO, GO, GO

KIDS AT SCHOOL, CALL ME WEARY BONES
I MUST HAVE LOOKED LIKE SOMETHING HAWKED UP BY A STORM
TEACHER SAID,” WOE BETIDE!
IT’S THE WEARY BONES THAT RIDE, RIDE, RIDE”
I’M A WEARY BONE WOEBEGONE A LONG, LONG WAY FROM HOME

GANGSTERS, G-MEN, RAPTORS AND GHOSTS
SHARPENING THEIR VARIOUS CLAWS
ARMS TRADE PROFITEERS, GOVERNMENT YES-MEN
A WAR TAILOR MADE FOR DOUBLE AGENTS

SOME SAY A NAME HAS PROVIDENCE
SOME KIND OF BEARING ON THIS SONG AND DANCE
DOES THAT MEAN I’M MARRIED TO MISS CIRCUMSTANCE
OR IN HOC TO MR MISERY SILVER LINED PANTS
I DON’T KNOW, BUT I STILL GO BY WOEBEGONE

I DON’T KNOW, BUT I STILL GO BY WOEBEGONE
I DON’T KNOW, BUT I STILL GO BY WOEBEGONE
WOEBEGONE, WOE BEGONE, GONE, GONE
Track Name: OTHER COUNTRY BLUES (feat. Miranda Zickler)
OTHER COUNTRY BLUES

I WOKE UP THIS MORNING TO THE RASPING BREATH,
OF MR ECONOMY IN THE NEXT BED.
“IF IT AIN’T BROKE, DON’T FIX IT,” HE SAID
I SAID,” TURN IT DOWN OLD MAN, TURN IT DOWN.”

HOLY HELL! POISON IN THE WELL.
JESUS! GOD! THE DEVIL!
MR E. TRYING TO GIVE ME THAT HARD, HARD SELL.
I SAID, “TURN IT DOWN, DOWN, DOWN.”

WHERE DOES THE MONEY COME FROM? WHERE DOES ALL THE MONEY GO?
TO KEEP THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD. ROLLING ON, ROLLING ON, ROLLING ON.

I’M A ROLLING STONE THAT MAYBE ROLLED MY LAST. I GOT TO THE BOTTOM OF THE HILL FAST. I GOT THIS GIG, BUT I KNOW IT CAN’T LAST. I’M GOING DOWN, DOWN, DOWN
HOLY MOTHER! MERCY ME! I THINK I OVERDOSED ON SMART FREE
THIS BED DOESN’T FEEL VERY FREE TO ME. I’M GOING DOWN, DOWN, DOWN

WHERE DOES THE MONEY COME FROM? WHERE DOES ALL THE MONEY GO?
TO FIGHT ANOTHER OIL WAR TO END ALL OIL WARS

I NEED THE DEVIL’S COFFEE IN MY CUP
I NEED THE DEVIL’S COFFEE IN MY CUP

I’M UP THE CREEK, I GOT NO INSURANCE
A SNAFU, I’M KIND OF GETTING USED TO
THIS MILITARY ECONOMY HAS RUN ME THROUGH
I’M GOING DOWN, DOWN, DOWN

I PAY MY TAX, BUT I CAN’T CHOOSE
I GUESS THEY FOUGHT A WAR OVER THAT ONE TOO
THEY DO IT IN THE OLD MOTHER COUNTRY TOO
WE’RE GOING DOWN, DOWN, DOWN

OTHER COUNTRY, SOMEONE HELP ME
MOTHER COUNTRY BLUES
I SCREAM AND SHOUT, BUT IT DOES NO USE
WHAT’S A BALD MAN TO DO?

NOW WE’RE ALL MOSTLY REFUGEES
TIRED OF LIVING ON OUR KNEES
DONE WITH SAYING PRETTY, PRETTY PLEASE
TAKE IT DOWN, PLEASE TAKE IT DOWN

SO I TURN AND SAY TO MR E.
OOOH I COULD MURDER A CUP OF TEA
AND A FEW TRANS-GLOBAL COMPANIES
TAKE ‘EM DOWN, DOWN, DOWN
TAKE ‘EM DOWN, DOWN, DOWN
Track Name: LOST LOST WEEKEND (feat. Miranda Zickler)
LOST LOST WEEKEND

AFTER MIDNIGHT, MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS
THE SHOW’S OVER, THE PEOPLE ALL GONE, I’M LOADING UP THE CAR
LOOKING FORWARD TO THE MOMENT, WHEN MY HEAD HITS THE PILLOW
BUT SOMETHING HARD, HITS MY HEAD INSTEAD

FIRST THE SHOCK, THEN THE PAIN KICKS IN
THE RIVERS AROUND MY EYEBALLS RUNNING RED
LIKE I CAN LOOK DOWN FROM ABOVE, AND SEE ME LYING THERE IN THE SNOW
THE OIL THE GRAVEL AND THE BLOOD

OUT ON THE LOST HIGHWAY, WHERE THE LOST RIVER FROZE
I LOST A LOST WEEKEND THERE, IN THE COLD, COLD, COLD

SO, WHY THE WHISKEY ENCRUSTED IN YOUR LAPEL?
WHEN MEDICALLY SPEAKING, YOU COULDN’T TOUCH A DROP, TO SAVE MY OWN SOUL
WHY DOES MY HEAD HURT, WHERE THE SWELLING’S SUPPOSED TO BE?
WHY WOULD ANYONE GO TO SUCH LENGTHS TO GET AT ME?

SMALL TOWN DOCTOR, SAYS YOUR CLEAN AS A WHISTLE
NOTHING … A GOOD NIGHT’S SLEEP, COULDN’T CURE
SO WHAT’S WITH THE BURNING BEHIND MY LEFT EYE?
WHY DOES THE SNOW REMIND ME OF BEING HOSPITALIZED?

OUT ON THE LOST HIGHWAY, WHERE THE LOST RIVER FROZE
I LOST A LOST WEEKEND THERE, IN THE COLD, COLD, COLD

THE CAR’S UNTOUCHED, THE GUITAR, THE MONEY, ALL ACCOUNTED FOR
BUT WHO’S THAT GIRL, BEING HUSTLED BY THE BONE MAN OUT THE DOOR?
WHILST I WAS UNDER, EVOLVING ADAPTIVE BEHAVIORS
THERE GOES THAT GIRL AGAIN, SKIPPING OFF ACROSS THE RIVER … THAT FROZEN RIVER

I KNOW PEOPLE DO ALL KINDS OF BAD SHIT
BUT I NEVER BOUGHT IN, TO THAT WHOLE CONSPIRACY BIT
THINGS ARE BAD ENOUGH WITHOUT MAKING MOUNTAINS OUT OF MORBID STORIES
SO WHY, OH WHY CAN’T I LET IT LIE?
WHY, OH WHY CAN’T WE LET IT LIE?
Track Name: RAMBLIN' MAN - OL' DEVIL GASOLENE (feat. Miranda Zickler)
OL’ DEVIL GASOLENE

THAT OL' DEVIL GASOLENE, METAMORPHOSE MEPHISTOPHOLENE
BROTHER CAN YOU SPARE ME THIRTEEN DOLLARS



THAT OL' DEVIL GASOLSENE, COME ON I'M SWEATING HYRDRO-CARBOLENES
WAITING, WAITING FOR MY MAN

THAT OL' DEVIL GASOLENE, YOU’RE A MEAN ONE MR KEROSENE
HELP ME! I GOT A MONKEY ON MY TRACKS.

THAT OL' DEVIL GASOLENE, LIKE A HYDRO-CRACKER IN MY JEANS
AND A BOA-CONDA CRAB-LOCK ON MY DREAMS

THIS LAND IS YOUR LAND, THIS LAND IS MY LAND
PUT YOUR HAND IN THE HAND OF THE HAND OF THE HAND OF THE MAN
THIS LAND IS YOUR LAND, THIS LAND IS MY LAND
THIS LAND BELONGS TO THE MAN

THAT OL' DEVIL GASOLENE. IF IT'S GOOD ENOUGH FOR GRANDPA, THEN IT'S GOOD FOR ME
LET ME TRAVEL THIS WORLD FROM THE MOUNTAINS TO THE SEA
THAT OL' DEVIL GASOLENE, YOU’RE A MEAN ONE MR KEROSENE
THAT'S THE LIFE I BELIEVE HE MEANT FOR ME

AND WHEN I'M GONE AND AT MY GRAVE YOU STAND
TAKE A SWISS ARMY POCKET KNIFE
MAKE AN INCISION ABOVE MY RIGHT HAND
DRAIN MY VEINS INTO THAT OL’ JERRY CAN
FILL UP THE TANK
KEYS IN THE IGNITION
START THE ENGINE
AND WATCH THIS RAMBLIN’ ROCKERFELLER MUCKER-FATHER STALL !
Track Name: FRANK WOEBEGONE'S LAMENT (feat. Miranda Zickler)
FRANK WOEBEGONE’S LAMENT

FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE I DID SOMETHING RIGHT, BUT IT TURNED OUT WRONG
WRONGER THAN WRONG COULD EVER BE
I REACHED OUT TO MY SECRET BABY, ONCE TOO OFTEN
IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE DEATH OF ME

I WAKE UP IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT AND I SEE HER FACE
PURPLE BLUE IN THE REFLECTED LIGHT
I SEE HER IN YOU, NOW THAT DEATH HAS FINALLY TRACKED ME DOWN
SON, SHE LOVED YOU. MORE THAN ANYTHING

SHE’S DEAD! THERE I SAID IT. SHE’S DEAD. SAID IT AGAIN
SHE’S DEAD. SAYING IT DON’T HELP ME NONE
SHE’S DEAD. ALL THE HURT IN THE WORLD.
SHE’S DEAD. COMPOUNDED BY NUMBNESS
SHE’S DEAD, AND CONGEALING IN ME

I WAS DRINKING MY SECOND GIMLET, WHEN I FIRST SAW HER
SET A BURNING, BLOODY BONFIRE IN MY GUT
SHE LOOKED AT ME AND I KNEW, THEN SHE LOOKED AWAY
WHEN HER ARMOR PLATED HUSBAND SAT BACK DOWN

A GANGSTER BY THE NAME OF MOSES
VETUS TESTAMENTUM! LIVED BY THE COMMANDMENTS IN REVERSE
YOU MIGHT WANT TO REBUILD YOUR FACE, IF YOU EVER CROSSED HIM
BEFORE HE DIED, YOU KNEW HIM AS YOUR FATHER

WE LED A DOUBLE LIFE, FOR SEVEN HATE-FILLED YEARS
FRANK KISSED HER BRUISES WHEN I COULD
I— WE TRIED TO RUN, BUT HE WAS WAITING FOR US
MOSES KILLED ME, YOUR REAL DAD KILLED HIM AND FLED.

SHE’S DEAD …
WE’VE YET TO EVOLVE THE GENE BY WHICH YOU COULD EVER FORGIVE ME
SHE’S DEAD …
I’M SORRY SON I COULDN’T EVEN WRITE
SHE’S DEAD
I’M SORRY, I’M SORRY SO SORRY
SHE’S DEAD
I HAD TO DISAPPEAR FROM THIS LIFE
SHE’S DEAD AND CONGEALING IN YOU
SHE’S DEAD AND CONGEALED IN ME
Track Name: LILITHIANA RED (feat. Miranda Zickler)
LILITHIANA RED

SO THE DEVIL’S DAUGHTER, CAME DOWN TO YORKSHIRE, ALL DRESSED IN BLACK
LILITHIANA RED, TURNED MY HEAD, AND PROMPTLY SAT DOWN IN MY LAP
SHE SAID, HEY BOY! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? CHRISTMAS ONLY COMES ONCE A YEAR
MINE’S ON THE ROCKS. I’LL TAKE A VODKA AND SALTPETER

AM I LOSING MY MIND? AM I LOSING MY MEMORY?
AM I A SAILOR BOY WHO SPENT TO LONG, LOOKING AT THE COLD, DARK SEA?
AM I LOST IN SPACE, OFF THE SCALE, GETTING RELIGION WHERE NONE EXISTS?
AM I IN OVER MY HEAD? AM I LOSING IT?

DARK SKY, TROUBLED SEA, AS MY SHIP SAILS INTO TWISP
TWO MONTHS AT SEA, I SHOULD BE SLEEPING, SHOULD BE TUCKED UP IN BED AND DREAMING
OF CLEAN SHEETS, AND A DECENT MEAL, ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT IS THE FEEL
OF YOUR FLESH PRESSED AGAINST MINE, PRESSED AGAINST YOURS, PRESSING DOWN ON ME

TIE ME TO THE MAST. PLUG MY EARS
AGAINST THESE ENCHANTMENTS
LIKE A SCENT THAT TAKES ME BACK. HOW COULD I RESIST?
LIKE A TUNE THAT I WAKE UP LIVING, BREATHING …

DON’T TELL ME YOU READ BOOKS. COME READ MY THOUGHT CRIMES
MMM! MMM! MMM! COME SMELL WHAT’S ON MY MIND
HALF A DOZEN OF IMAGINATION, SIX OF REALITY”
ONCE BITTEN, TWICE SMITTEN, ROLLING OFF THE EDGE OF THE MAP
Track Name: THE DEVIL IN YOU (feat. Miranda Zickler)
THE DEVIL IN YOU

THE SUN IS SHINING, THE SKY IS BLUE
BUT THE BLUE SKY, JUST REMINDS ME OF YOU
WHAT CAN I DO? WHAT CAN I DO?
COS I AM IN LOVE, WITH THE DEVIL IN YOU

YOU HIT ME HARD, BELOW THE BELT
YOU MAKE ME FEEL, LIKE I NEVER FELT
WHAT CAN I DO? WHAT CAN I DO?
COS I AM IN LOVE, WITH THE DEVIL IN YOU

MY OLD TOMCAT, HE BRING ME A DEAD BIRD
BUT HE'S A PUSSY FOR YOU.
CAT GOT MY TONGUE, BUT HE LEFT ME THIS SONG
NOW I'M SINGING IT FOR YOU.

THE SUN IS SINKING, THE SKY IS RED
YOU BOOKED A ROOM, RIGHT INSIDE OF MY HEAD
WHAT CAN I DO? WHAT CAN I DO?
COS I AM IN LOVE, WITH THE DEVIL IN YOU

YOU CAUGHT ME SLEEPING, TOOK ME OFF MY GUARD
I OFFERED YOU MY SOUL, BUT YOU WANTED MY HEART
WHAT CAN I DO? WHAT CAN I DO?
COS I AM IN LOVE, WITH THE DEVIL IN YOU?
WHAT CAN I DO? WHAT CAN I DO?
COS I AM IN LOVE … I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU!
Track Name: BLIND DOG'S CHANCE (feat Miranda Zickler)
BLIND DOG’S CHANCE

HOURS, TURN INTO DAYS. WEEKS TURN INTO MONTHS, TURN INTO YEARS

BUT NO MORE WAITING, BY THE TELEPHONE,
I GOT ONE RIGHT HERE IN MY POCKET, BRAND SPANKING NEW
BUT IT DON’T SEEM TO MAKE, THAT BLIND BIT OF DIFFERENCE
NO, NO, NO! COS THE DAMN THING IT DON’T RING

IT DON’T RING, IT DON’T RING, IT DON’T
SING, SING, SING, SING TO ME
I DON’T HEAR YOUR VOICE
CALLING ME TO SAY YOU LOVE ME

SO I SAVED UP ALL MY CARBON RATIONS, FOR A RAINY DAY
I’LL BE WINGING IT BACK TO MY BABY, RIGHT AWAY

THE CROW CAWS IN THE MORNING,
SOUNDS LIKE HE’S IN LOVE
GREY SKIES MAY CLOUD MY HORIZONS,
BUT THERE’S A VAPOR TRAIL WITH YOUR NAME ON IT. SOMEWHERE UP ABOVE

THE SKY IS BEAUTIFUL AND BLUE
GOT IT ON GOOD AUTHORITY, IT’S ALL TRUE, TRUE, TRUE
I GOTTA DASH, GET MY SKATES ON, GET YOU TO THE GATE ON TIME
I’M PACKING UP MY TROUBLES IN A CARRY-ON BAG

YOU’LL BE SLIPPING ON MY SLIPPERS IN ECONOMY CLASS
“DRINK SIR? WINE? BEER?” I’LL TAKE A GLASS
I’LL BE READING ME THOSE COMPLIMENTARY FULL COLOR MAGAZINES
YOU’LL BE TAKING IT ALL IN, AND I’LL BE DREAMING ME SOME DREAMS OF YOU

SAVING ALL MY CARBON RATIONS FOR A RAINY DAY
I’LL BE WINGING IT BACK TO MY BABY
SING SINGING IT TO MY BABY
ZING ZINGING IT TO MY BABY

ONCE IN A PURPLE MOON,
WINGING IT ON A BLIND DOG’S CHANCE REAL SOON
Track Name: SING ME A SONG (feat. Miranda Zickler)
SING ME A SONG

HELLO JOHNNY, I’VE MISSED YOU
I DIDN’T THINK I’D FEEL LIKE THIS, BUT I DO
AND I’M GLAD, BUT YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE COME BACK
YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE COME BACK
BUT YOU DID
SO SING ME A SONG
SING ME A SONG
SING ME A SONG
Track Name: EVOLUTION 9.01 (feat. Miranda Zickler)
EVOLUTION 9

I DON’T KNOW ABOUT YOU, BUT I NEED A DRINK
WE’VE BEEN HERE BEFORE, BUT NOT LIKE THIS
THIS TIME IT’S THE LAST TIME, WE’LL HAVE A GOOD TIME
THEN IT’S DONE. THIS RACE IS RUN

SO I PROPOSE A TOAST TO CHARLES DARWEN
SARAH BLAFFER HRDY, DAVID SLOAN WILSON AND ALL WHO CAME AFTER THEM
FOR GIVING US THE TOOLS TO COMPREHEND
WHERE WE CAME FROM, HOW WE GOT HERE AND WHERE WE’RE BOUND

WE CURSE THE RETURN OF THE LAUGHING POLICEMAN
WITH EVERY ADAPTIVE FIBER IN MY BREATHING BODY
AND THE MUTANT CULTURAL GENE THAT HAS SO SUCCESSFULLY
ENLISTED US IN OUR OWN SAD FAREWELL

TO H.G. WELLS, WHO ONCE WROTE,
WHEN THE LIGHTS WERE GOING OUT ALL OVER EUROPE
THAT HUMAN HISTORY IS A RACE BETWEEN EDUCATION,
AND THE CATASTROPHE THAT EMBRACES US NOW

AND WE CURSE THE RETURN OF THE LAUGHING POLICEMAN
WITH EVERY ADAPTIVE FIBER IN MY BROKEN BODY
AND THE MUTANT CULTURAL GENE THAT HAS SO SUCCESSFULLY
REPLICATED ITSELF IN YOU AND ME

THIS THIRD DEGREE IS GETTING A LITTLE HARD TO TAKE
I WOKE UP SWEATING ON CHRISTMAS DAY
AND IF YOU WERE THE ONLY GIRL IN THE WORLD, AND I WAS THE ONLY BOY
WE’D FUCK EACH OTHERS’ BRAINS OUT ANYWAY

SO I DRINK A TOAST TO THE HUMAN RACE
AND ALL OUR ATTEMPTS TO CO-OPERATE
ALL OF THAT LOOKING INTO EACH OTHERS’ EYES
AND THE ADAPTATION TO COMMUNICATE TO SURVIVE

GIVE OR TAKE, A FEW HUNDRED THOUSAND YEARS
THE PIECES WAS THERE, STARING US IN THE FACE
AN ADAPTATION AS BEAUTIFUL AS IT IS UNUSUAL
AND IT’S WRITTEN UPON THE WHITES OF OUR EYES.
Track Name: WE GOT MARRIED IN A FRENZY (feat. Miranda Zickler)
WE GOT MARRIED IN A FRENZY

BY RIGHTS WE SHOULD HAVE NEVER MET IT WASN’T MEANT TO BE
BUT WE DID AND ANOTHER WORLD OPENED UP, RIGHT THERE ON THE SPOT
BUT LIVES WOVEN FROM PARALLEL THREADS, NEVER THE TWAIN SHALL MEET
EXCEPT WE DID, WHENEVER WE COULD, ISN’T IT GOOD, DEFYING THE UNIVERSE

IF THE GOOD LORD’S WILLING, IF THE CREEK DON’T RISE
IF THE BLACK HOLE IS FACING THE WRONG WAY, IF SATAN SNEEZES AND CLOSES HIS EYES
IF THE TUNNEL BETWEEN WORLDS IS OPEN, IF THE ATOM COPS DON’T PULL ME OVER
IF THAT LONG BLACK TRAIN IS ON TIME, I’LL SEE YOU SMILE AGAIN

WE GOT MARRIED IN A FRENZY, THE BEST THING WE EVER DID
A WHITE WEDDING, WELL IT WAS SNOWING

THE LONG DISTANCE THING? WORKS WHEN IT IS WORKING
WHEN WE ARE PRESENT, WE HAVE WORLDS TO SPARE
BUT WE HARDLY KNOW EACH OTHER. WHAT DOES THAT MATTER?
LIKE ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE, NO LOOKING BACK

CHORUS

OUR FIRST HALF-DAY OF MARRIED LIFE. WE SAID OUR GOODBYES
I HAD AN AFTERNOON FLIGHT. WHAT’S ANOTHER FEW WEEKS APART?
BUT I DIDN’T GET ON THE PLANE. I CAME BACK TO FIND YOU AGAIN
I’D JUST GOT OUT OF THE CAB, AND WAS HEADED TOWARD THE FRONT LOBBY
Track Name: LONG BLACK TRAIN (feat. Miranda Zickler)
LONG BLACK TRAIN

ALL ABOARD, ALL ABOARD, ALL ABOARD THAT LONG BLACK TRAIN
ALL ABOARD, ALL ABOARD, ALL ABOARD THAT LONG BLACK TRAIN

LOOKS LIKE I’M IN TROUBLE AGAIN, I HEAR THAT TRAIN COMING ROUND THE BEND
DOWN THE LINE, GREY SKIES I’M GETTING ON THAT TRAIN, BUT I DON’T KNOW WHY

ALL ABOARD, ALL ABOARD, ALL ABOARD THAT LONG BLACK TRAIN
ALL ABOARD, ALL ABOARD, ALL ABOARD THAT LONG BLACK TRAIN

TROUBLE IS, TROUBLE IS, TROUBLE IS MY MIDDLE NAME
IN THE WRONG PLACE, AT THE WRONG TIME. I GOT THE WRONG TICKET FOR THE WRONG LINE

THIS TRAIN, THIS TRAIN.
TRAIN I RIDE, TRAIN I RIDE, SIXTEEN COACHES LONG
THIS TRAIN, SING THAT SAME OLD SONG

ALL ABOARD, ALL ABOARD, ALL ABOARD THAT LONG BLACK TRAIN
ALL ABOARD, ALL ABOARD, ALL ABOARD THAT LONG BLACK TRAIN

CRACK IN THE SKY, COULD BE DAWN. OLD RED ROOSTER START TO YAWN
A COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO

I DON’T KNOW JIMMY, I DON’T KNOW
I DON’T KNOW WHAT THAT WAS, BUT IT WEREN’T NO BIRD

I SHOULD BE, I SHOULD BE, I SHOULD BE DRINKING HOT COFFEE
MAYBE SOMETHING STRONGER, I HEAD TO THE BAR. GONNA CHECK ME OUT THAT RESTAURANT CAR

PICKING UP A LITTLE BIT OF STEAM. PICKING UP A LITTLE BIT OF SPEED

LONG BLACK TRAIN, LONG BLACK TUNNEL. SHORT ON LAUGHS, SHORT ON PEOPLE
WHAT’S WITH THE SKELETON CREW? DON’T LIKE THE LOOK OF THIS. DO YOU?

THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES
THEM BONES GONNA WALK AROUND
THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES
THEM BONES DANCING IN THE AISLES
THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES
THEM BONES GONE AND DRUNK THIS WHOLE TRAIN DRY
THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES
DON’T FANCY MINE MUCH, SHE GIVE ME THE EVIL EYE

THIS TRAIN, THIS TRAIN.
SOMETHING TELLS ME SOMEONE LIED. SOMEONE GOT SOMETHING TO HIDE
THIS TRAIN, THIS TRAIN.
THIS TRAIN’S RESERVED FOR THEM THAT’S DIED.
Track Name: NOBODY HERE BUT ME (feat. Miranda Zickler)
NOBODY HERE BUT ME

IF GOD DIDN’T FORGIVE US?
THEN HEAVEN WOULD BE EMPTY
SO COME REJOICE AND SING WITH ME
FOR ALL ETERNITY

IF GOD DIDN’T FORGIVE US?
THEN HEAVEN WOULD BE EMPTY
BUT AS FAR AS THE EYE, AND I CAN SEE,
THERE’S NOBODY HERE BUT ME

WOE, WOE, WOE IS ME,
I GOT TALES TO TELL. NO ONE TO TELL
GATES OF HEAVEN ALL RUSTED TO HELL.
AND THERE’S NOBODY HERE BUT ME

YOU’VE BEEN HERE BEFORE. YOU ALL KNOW THE SCORE
STOOD UP BY A SWEETHEART WHO NEVER WAS
DREAMS LIKE OLD BOOKS LEFT OUT IN THE SUN
CRUMPLE TO DUST AT THE TOUCH

BARTENDER WHERE ARE YOU? WHY’S IT SO DARK?
NO SMOKING? WELL OKAY BUT
I COME A LONG WAY. CAN I JUST SAY
CAN’T AN OLD MAN GET A DRINK AROUND HERE?

I WAS PROPPING UP THE BAR AT THE WORLD’S END
WHEN I KEELED OVER WENT DOWN WITH THE BENDS
AM I DREAMING? I WOKE UP FEELING LIKE KAFKA
A COCKROACH FOR MY ONLY FRIEND

I HAD WORE FRIENDS. OH LOOK AT THAT. SEE THE WAY HE SCUTTLES ACROSS THE BAR
IT’S LIKE HE’S RIGHT THERE IN THE BOX WITH YOU … UP CLOSE

WOE, WOE, WOE IS ME,
I GOT TALES TO TELL. SECRETS TO SELL
GATES OF HEAVEN. WHAT’S THAT GOD-AWFUL SMELL?
THERE’S NOBODY HERE BUT ME
WOE WOE WOE IS ME
CAROLINE MUNRO, WHERE DID YOU GO?
I’VE BEEN WAITING ALL OF MY LIFE FOR THIS DAY
BUT THERE’S NOBODY HERE BUT ME


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Christmas Morning - Thursday December 25th 2025
GW BUSH HOSPITAL, NEW YORK, NY

“Nurse, nurse,” squealed the young attendant, breaking into a run to the ward desk. “Nurse Johnson. He’s woken up.”

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