Mucka Blucka (Intro to Cacophony) Lyrics

…Nah, I'm just fuckin' with ya.

Whattup, motherfuckers!

Ya ever seen anyone lose their mind on-mic?

Well come on in. Grab a seat. Grab a cuppa

And watch the chook bat his third strike

Come one, come all to the extravaganza;

The cacophonous callousness; the coop of stanza

There's so much here to see, so have a gander

And meet your poultric pullet commander

The coward in question? By now, you know him so well

But then, who am I to go and cluck and tell?

Instead, I'll instil this tetherous will

To trot and toil inside my personal hell

Sisyphus: his rock. The timepiece: its tock

And Winston trudges through Minitrue's minutiae

And like an archaic cuckoo clock, I'll chirp, and chant, and cock

In complete disregard for my future

So enjoy the show, especially those in the splash zone

Place your bets

Let's see how fierce the auction gets

Can you tell me what on earth I'm supposed to do

When you tell me one and one cannot equal two?

If Mr Sun can't shine, nor can Mr Moon

And yet each day that passes has this tension boil and stew

So forgive the effrontery, but I must beg you to humble me

And throw this Pavlov dog another bone

It's a fair hike, you see, that peak we call prosperity

And this bard is in dire need of a loan

Naught I'm but a man. And sad although I am

I'm really trying my hardest to move forward

So when we come back here again, and the start becomes an end

Consider this lamentation a foreword

Singing songs you like to hear, till the dissonance reappears

There's probably subtext, are you picking it up?

It's a metaphor for... ha, who gives a fuck

I'm in a cage

Subvert the expected to avert stagnation

But if you rely on that diversion, subversion is expectation

And the whole damn point of this experimentation

Was to avoid that homogenization

So please, tell me what the hell I'm supposed to be

When the total sum of me really equals three

Amalgamate, hate, berate till we all roam free?

When in reality we know we'll be condemned to rinse and repeat

There's a me stuck underground

A me left on the shelf

A me that gets paraded: the me that's shown to everyone else

And sure, I lament the lack of a hen

To share with in sick or in health

But how am I supposed to love another

When I barely know myself?

I'm the enlightened! I am the free!

We're the despited

We are the freak

A soliloquy this be, before the scene you came to see;

The peak before the lethargy

Escalate, escalate

Don't fall. Don't hesitate

Don't let the other half take control

And when push comes to shove in this dual, dead, dueling love

We'll see if you can truly be whole

And who will pay the toll?

The Heart, the Mind or the Soul?

Oh, baby, you. You know what I need

I think it's obvious: a captive audience

Who will refuse to properly see

The man behind the lines

The triplicated rhymes

No, baby, you. You're not what I need

I don't need a helping hand

That's hidden in the sand

No, baby, you can't help me be free

It's painful to admit

But even I can see through my bullshit

One time they tried to sing to me

About blues and greens; the in-betweens

But mechanical hands decided

Where the Heart would be: just apathy

I had been trying for years and for years that streamed

To thrive, and relish entropy

But when he finally shot at me

Lines once solid were blurred

And right as he (I) missed, my eyes in a mist

I finally realized I shot at myself;

The reflection of the else;

The disconnection; the side of the coin at once withheld

You know we've been here before, and will be once more

When we trip on the line that we toe;

When we slip off the vine that's regrown

And when we fall into the darkness below

That's when we'll know

That we are

Stuck in between, in indemnity

The indomitable weather

Of opposites with no regard for time;

No reason behind their rhyme

Slow, patternly, is the melody

That he's stringing together

But they have time enough to spend some time alone

All alone

All alone

All alone