THE NEW MATH
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
THE NEW MATH
I stood there balking at New Babylon’s gate, collected my thoughts
passed thru I’ve got a date, take a deep breath of oxygen and
exhaust, it’s hard to believe that one day this will all be lost, man
back to matter city’s bones back to dust, when all this acid rain
makes the heavens rust, I guess it’s beautiful it might as well be,
shining a light directly in your eyes expecting you to see.
It all adds up it all adds up it all adds up to this, fifteen minutes of
fame and a sub atomic half ironic bliss.
Got these long questions with these short little answers, media
mongoloids and comic book cancers, the infrastructures exoskeleton
has gone soft, while architects and politicians respectively sky scraped
and scoffed, that guy was a stock broker now he’s an end times
preacher, if gods a mathematician the devil must be a math teacher, I
need to empty the trash in my head, I cant tell memory from meaning
what I sh*** from what I said.
It all adds up it all adds up it all adds up to this, a bankers daughter’s
dimes and a stem cell research implant soul church kiss.
Walking and wondering where do I fit this equation, when does an
overtaxed dream become a tax evasion, when your a child the whole
world seems a working wonder, till your old enough to see it for it’s
plight of plunder, and shapeless shadows of language landscapes
draw the city, not even the rain born gutters drain any pity, your born
either dumb enough to see the light or smart enough to be confused,
but that just dictates the style with which you are abused.
It all adds up it all adds up it all adds up to this, the first thousand
digits of pi and a death squad floor sale ground war pell mell piss.
The wrecks that survive main streets ballistic code, watch the
buildings breed and the dead end streets erode, when the empty
engines of the revolution have been embalmed in rust, these
fossilized circuits will double the bandwidth of their lust, meaningless
number sets will chart meanings empire, and the dead will be reborn
upon this live wire, now I’ve got to find my date somewhere
underneath the night, nubile and neon the city’s gradient critique of
It all adds up it all adds up it all adds up to this.