And The Ringmaster Is Pleased To Introduce​.​.​.

by A Verbal Equinox

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Nicolas RESSOT L'album parfait pour passer une bonne soirée d'Halloween entre potes métalleux. Je ne sais pas si l'on pourrait parler de cabaret-metal, mais quoi qu'il en soit, j'ai hâte d'écouter la suite... pour la Toussaint par exemple. Favorite track: ¡Nüburbåtizé!.
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released January 19, 2013

Engineered/Produced by Jonathon Maisto
Album Artwork by Steven Juliano

Lyrics for tracks 1, 3, 6, 8, 9 and 11 written by Cheska Colombo
Lyrics and music for tracks 2, 5, 6 and 10 written by Wilton Marvo
Lyrics for track 4 written by Jimmy Mushrooms
Music for track 4 written by Jonathon Maisto and Marvin E. MatchStyx
Music for tracks 1, 3, 6, 8, 9 and 11 written by Jonathon Maisto

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Track Name: We Killed Amanda Palmer, Mystery Solved
I look my best on Sundays
When no one’s here to see
I write a half assed melody
For no one else but me
Alas! I shout! Enough to shake the windows only
From! My mouth! Is nothing but the breathing of a
Night spent late just contemplating
What’s the use in my complaining?
They’ve all got it worse than me and this I know but never face
But when it’s one thing or another its just instinct that I start to

Complain, complain
Yet I’m the belle of the ball and chain
I’m brought back to reality
By confidence I feign
Explain, explain
How I’m bound here in my own domain
My throne is a computer chair
With none to entertain
Engrain, engrain
Some self esteem into my brain
It’s all so easy to be fixed
But all I tend to do is complain

I look my worst on Wednesday nights
Just halfway through the week
I’ve looked a mess since Monday and
Forgotten how to sleep
To bed! I said! A threat against myself but then I
Turn! My head! Back to the mindless workings of a
Place where words become degrading
Contradict myself by hating
Every single person finds a way to tear themselves apart
Except it’s not through therapy or any form of art, just

Complain, complain
I’m the belle of the ball and chain
I’m brought back to reality
By confidence I feign
Explain, explain
How I’m bound here in my own domain
My throne is a computer chair
With none to entertain
Engrain, engrain
Some self esteem into my brain
It’s all so easy to be fixed
But all I tend to do is

Complain
I’m the belle of the ball and chain
I’m brought back to reality
By confidence I feign
Explain, explain
How I’m bound here in my own domain
My throne is a computer chair
With none to entertain
Engrain, engrain
Some self esteem into my brain
It’s all so easy to be fixed
But all I tend to do is complain, complain, complain.
Track Name: ¡Nüburbåtizé!
Have you met wet brillo? His son’s an armadillo with a glass of onion whine.
Decaying, straight, veneers debating what you picked from the grape vine.
Sour names, and voices to be blamed underneath your big, green eyes.
Pulling out the ladder, ‘cause you got to look all right.

I don’t want nothing to come between me and you.
A freezer friendship makes the better of us two.
We’ll share our feelings and leave one another dazed,
Not sparing feelings, I’m just trying to save face.

80-proven and it’s Godspeed movin’ that your daughter is whore.
Caress it, fuck it up and dress it when you slip outside the norm.
Now it’s trite not to fight all the sleights in your life when it’s easier to conform.
Baby ain’t you swingin’ with the men yet to abort?

Eye doughnut muffin tooth, competing me and you.
A free serf rented mates the bitter office tube.
Well, Cher, our feetlips empty fun and other days,
Nazi ring peelings, I’m just drying dual safe haze.

Livin’ like a leech and a lover, boxing parts of other’s tombs.
Baby you make me want to throw my mind around the room.
Blinkin’ now to stop to pick a lip-lock to stab me with a gun.
No respect but still protecting all reputations.
Now I’m giving the man the labardan, it’s a just a joke- no, don’t you dare think
It’s your chance to take a little chance, but, chances are you will sink.
Slip that tip to slick a little clip of you into acceptance.
Not sparing feeling’s I’ve just got to look alright.

I don’t want nothing too, cum between me and you.
A freezer friendship makes the better of us, too.
We’ll share our ceilings and leave, want another, days.
Crisp eats our French if I’ve just got two look-alikes, hey!
Track Name: Recurring Nightmare #432
Goodnight moon, goodnight air, goodnight noises everywhere.

You’re not supposed to die in your dreams, no,
Unless you’re dying for good.
And once again you’ll die in your dream, so,
Now are you dying for good?
I don’t wanna know where you’ll go after here,
Cause boy it ends with me, oh.
I don’t have to know where you’ll go after here, oh
Cause you’ll never get there darling
Chorus:
Off with the heads of those who crossed us,
Shame on the ones who never tried.
This is a game I’m sure you’ve lost and guarantee you won’t get out a live
Leapt from the tops of looming towers,
Up to the skies and into space
How could a man so lovely dream of such an awful nonexistent place
Off with the heads of those who crossed us,
Shame on the ones who never tried.
This recurring nightmare’s found you for the very last time
Leapt from the tops of looming towers,
Up to the skies and into space
It’s a shame you have to go boy, you’ve got such a pretty face.

Goodnight moon, goodnight air, goodnight noises everywhere

I kinda love to prey on your dreams, oh
Because they’re feeling so good
I force myself to cut down your dreams, boy
I can’t have you feeling good

Once you’ve made a move, I have to shoot you down, boy
Cause it ends with me, oh
Since you’ve made your move, we’re gonna take you down, oh
So you’ll never get there darling (sung out)

Off with the heads of those who crossed us,
Shame on the ones who never tried.
This is a game I’m sure you’ve lost and guarantee you won’t get out a live
Leapt from the tops of looming towers,
Up to the skies and into space
How could a man so lovely dream of such an awful nonexistent place
Off with the heads of those who crossed us,
Shame on the ones who never tried.
This recurring nightmare’s found you for the very last time
Leapt from the tops of looming towers,
Up to the skies and into space
It’s a shame you have to go boy, you’ve got such a pretty face.

Such a pretty face, such a pretty face, such. a. pretty. face.
Track Name: Drugs Ain't Cheap In Poughkeepsie
Oh, white oaken Paul’s on the floor with a southern.
Oh, wide open speed’s in tons with a brother.
Or, you clock, you’re adorable, cover
Meat in loud till you’re opera’s clouds.
One’s the slut’s butt, doubt’s in town.

How can you catch up with Godspeed?
Beautious are his cakes, indeed.
A shepherd’s only got one need:
A whitened, innocent flock of sheep.

Ah, sight’s ass-black and static’d a cataract!
Ah, molest-y pond or, Chester’s Adirondack!
Ah, wade in, Daedalus, half a hard-on tack.
The sky is blue and it’s up to you, where do you go to Uåchonblüe?

How can you catch up with Godspeed?
Beautious are his cakes, indeed.
A shepherd’s only got one need:
A whitened, innocent flock of sheep.

Hold on, Darling Deer.
For death will come, no need to fear.
When it’s far too near,
We will not be here.
Track Name: He'll Use Me For His Needle Show
Flying high ether, adrenachrome and reefer, smiling like a dog with a Treacher Collin's face.
Me, I feel fantastic, but I smell like burning plastic. And my mind is as elastic as the fabric of space.

I’m far too weird to live, but I ain’t too rare to die.
Take a good, hard look, you can see it in my bloodshot eyes.

Me, I’m seeing clearly- just ask Timothy Leary- except for HPPD which gives me the spooks.
If I go psychotic at least it’d be exotic (or ironic) tell me, what would Hunter Thompson do?

I’m looking to live, ‘cause I know I’m going to die.
Take a good, hard look you can see it in my dilated eyes.

They call me Doctor Sunshine.
I’ll make you feel just fine.
I’ll write you a prescription for some Sunshine in your life.
Track Name: ...And When They Asked Me About The Blood On The Lockers, I Got A Little Nervous
Pompous, they’d call me if they knew what I was
Thinking each time they started out a speech.
Leading a democracy of county college mockery
Learning how to flip a burger qualifies as your degree
It takes work to fail like you
My efforts topped by far and few

Try to double back and take a second look at
All their eager faces burdened by the scuffed up
Dreams they once belonged to, longed to sing along to
Forget the senior class, I’ve got enough of my own
Try to double back and take a second look at
All their eager faces burdened by the scuffed up
Dreams they once belonged to, longed to sing along to
Forget the senior class, I’ve got enough of my own


Graduate from this! (NO DON’T SHOOT!)

Hopeless, they call me on my social stance and
Boring, you say I can’t have any fun
Sure you know it sucks to be a victim of hypocrisy
All the things you rant about turn out as what you're soon to be
I work hard while you breeze through
The real world's got it in for you

Try to double back and take a second look at
All their eager faces burdened by the scuffed up
Dreams they once belonged to, longed to sing along to
Forget the senior class, I’ve got enough of my own
Try to double back and take a second look at
All their eager faces burdened by the scuffed up
Dreams they once belonged to, longed to sing along to
Forget the senior class, I’ve got enough of my own
Track Name: Sing The Singer/Songwriter Song
Van Gogh, and Hemmingway, they had it easy.
Though I still have both ears, I too lost my mind. (Dachau!)
Artists seem harnessed to bee cum, a part of this,
Heartless, cum-rod realist world without wine!
All gothic authors who toss our their water with hots for the vodka, they will always miss.
Pain turds and danseurs who sin the cure antler zoo force themselves to vomit and slice at their wrists.
Cunt sinner, if you will, a Man in woman, who walk across wok, weighs, a long hand in hand.
What if they wore Barnaby, romantic arteries, hope listed horniness worse than the worst of all those with the curse of the arms?!
Yes, I confess that at best I’m obsessed.
How could love be more true than if you’re crazy too?
Melody’s a sickness, Harmony’s a blight.
Songwriters should not date thong-riders, should not take tong-fighters, should not tape toes who prawn-bite.
Track Name: Doctors & Dealers
Hey politician on a mission, clean my pockets out
To feed your family, something else to fill your daughter’s mouth ;)
You scam and scavenge as the rest of us try getting by
And yet you’re seen as such a hero to the public eye.
They’ll never ask about your clothes or shiny car,
Won’t give a second thought to why you’re buying out the bar.
A man of status, high and mighty, better than us all
As all those worthy of your glory thirst to watch you fall.
A baby kissing office holder, secrets hide a scourge
Your feet back in a swivel chair as chaos takes its course.
I’d say you’re fooling no one but I’d only fool myself.

People of the town, lend us your ears now if you will.
The doctors and the dealers trying hard to get their fill.
A place that where you stand is on the people that you crush
It goes to show the underdog is all you’ll learn to trust
People of the world feel free to step into the mix
The doctors and the dealers trying hard to get their fix
They’ll chew you up and spit you out just for a touch of gold
With methods of their claim to fame all bottled up and sold.

Write a prescription up for fiction, swallow fairy tales
Chase the princess down by throwing back your patient’s ale.
Hung dipolomas cover up the hollows in the walls
A storage place for pretty face to go inject his soul.
Still no one asks what makes you look so dull and pale
Your antics are enough to throw the average man in jail
A Nixon of the modern age, your Watergate runs clear
But waterfall’s not loud enough for ignorance to hear.
I’d say you’re fooling no one but I’d only fool myself.

People of the town, lend us your ears now if you will.
The doctors and the dealers trying hard to get their fill.
A place that where you stand is on the people that you crush
It goes to show the underdog is all you’ll learn to trust
People of the world feel free to step into the mix
The doctors and the dealers trying hard to get their fix
They’ll chew you up and spit you out just for a touch of gold
With methods of their claim to fame all bottled up and sold.

Lead this world into a frenzy baby
Doubling up as actors as you speak into the crowd
But, who believes you?
Quite the performance you’ve conveyed sir,
My respects are overdue.
So very, very overdue. (/sarcasm)
Track Name: If We're Not Careful, We'll Turn Into Alcoholics. I Mean... Catholics
Sweetness too cold to stay for long
It lingers not much more than mist
Holy water's got you choking
Not enough to get you in the booth
More than enough to make us sick,
so sick, so sick, so sick, so sick.

A score of poets side to side,
A union of cold hands collide
Salvation is is a notion in the back of their brains
All signs to home come simply with some
Shots from a glass or the barrel of a fun
Pack our bags and be headlights on cars
Just forget it all, just forgive 'em all
They'll only be a memory of the stars

The pious kneel with souls concealed
They scream, it echoes in their ears
All throughout their many wasted years
Keep your title, speak your language
World's all one so they will never know,
won't know, won't know, won't know, won't know.

A score of poets side to side,
A union of cold hands collide
Salvation is is a notion in the back of their brains
All signs to home come simply with some
Shots from a glass or the barrel of a fun
Pack our bags and be headlights on cars
Just forget it all, just forgive 'em all
They'll only be a memory of the stars


Guilty chases, unfocused faces.
Not what you made it, not in a state to hate it.
Loved ones must forsake this war you've lost.

A score of poets side to side,
A union of cold hands collide
Salvation is is a notion in the back of their brains
All signs to home come simply with some
Shots from a glass or the barrel of a fun
Pack our bags and be headlights on cars
Just forget it all, just forgive 'em all
They'll only be a memory of the stars
Track Name: Bleüctipie
I don’t really know my own strength.
Remember that the heart’s a muscle.
Every time it beats, I’ll beat you down.
No me dígas, Mercí beaucoup, Mi Amoré.
“C’est le vie,” They say to me.
Any language that I speak’s just a freak of sound.
Being full of vigor is a rigorous task and I am a lazy man.
Yes I lift my lazy hands in prayer.
Does the Devil help those who help themselves to Hell, and does God care?
So if I ever go and break my neck hangin’ out the 13th floor,
At least I won’t have to hold my head up high no more.
Miss Ru Paul’s a turkey served for older drug addicts.
Eeyore holds a wanton then.
You’ve been naked, ‘tis my rapist claw.
Being full of vigor is a rigorous task and I am a lazy man.
Yes I lift my lazy hands in prayer.
Does the Devil help those who help themselves to Hell, and does God care?
So if I ever go and break my neck hangin’ out the 13th floor,
At least I won’t have to hold my head up high no more.
Track Name: Acta Est Fabula, Plaudite!
I'm more alone on Sundays than I ever thought I'd be.
By now they've left, the hall's been swept, there's no one else but me.
Come back! I choke! Refuse to let it slip but when I
See! You go! It's almost like a part of me
Is selfish for my lack of waiting
I can't help myself but hating
Every single person who can bear to leave their other part, I fail to find my therapy in any form of art, just complain

Complain, complain
Yet Iím the belle of the ball and chain
Iím brought back to reality
By confidence I feign
Explain, explain
How Iím bound here in my own domain
My throne is a computer chair
With none to entertain
Engrain, engrain
Some self esteem into my brain
Itís all so easy to be fixed
But all I tend to do is complain


I'm bottled up by Wednesday night, I'd had it with the week.
And not the angsty teenage way that's trendy, sad or meek.
She's dead! I said! On thoughts of what I was and now I
Learn! My friends! Are nothing but their titles and now
I find myself once more debating
What of me's worth reinstating?
They've all got it great, but me? I never had a shot to reach horizons where I thought I'd be and so I let it go and


Complain, complain
Iím the belle of the ball and chain
Iím brought back to reality
By confidence I feign
Explain, explain
How Iím bound here in my own domain
My throne is a computer chair
With none to entertain
Engrain, engrain
Some self esteem into my brain
Itís all so easy to be fixed
But all I tend to do is

Complain
I'm the belle of the ball and chain
Iím brought back to reality
By confidence I feign
Explain, explain
How Iím bound here in my own domain
My throne is a computer chair
With none to entertain
Engrain, engrain
Some self esteem into my brain
Itís all so easy to be fixed
But all I tend to do is complain, complain, complain.