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Written April 2003 - June 2004

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The peasants have called off the wedding
It seems like it’s getting to be
The essence of details upsetting
Of retails indebting the free

Like everything’s gotta be
Exactly as it oughtta be spoken
Trust in the lottery
Soldered on a subway token

They call the waste of an era
The taste of a sterilized passion
For all these immaculate sparrows
The scarecrows and rarified fashions

With everything reduced
To the concentrated juice of a lemon
And the high fructose corn syrup solutions
They are selling

But we can sing, if you want, until the clouds come home
Until Mao Tse Dong throws the game
And if you think it’s a front, or some apodictical farce
Put the Porsche before the cart and make it plane

When they run past you a few forms to fill out
Your victories all will now be pyrrhic
Give us one last kiss before you sell out
We’ll miss you when you spell out generic

‘Cause all we ever wanted
Was a solid gold sonnet on a breakbeat
A little taste of honesty
Pressed into a vinyl worthy of framing

But tell us something we don’t know
The face of a photo of dreams
Embellish, enchant it in totems
In granite, or sowed in the seams

And maybe some day
When the four-tank parade comes assailing
We’ll turn the other way
When we’ll find ourselves engaged
To the one man left standing in the street

And we can sing, if you want, until the clouds come home
Until Mao Tse Dong throws the game
But if you think it’s a front, or some apodictical farce
Put the Porsche before the cart and make it plane

And bling bling bling, if you want, until the crowds blow foam
Until Mao Tse Dong rolls in his grave
But if you think it’s a front, or some apodictical farce
Put the horse-power before the cart and make it plain

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from Hypocrisy In The Genius Room, released September 28, 2005

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Rob Getzschman Los Angeles, California

Rob Getzschman is a singer-songwriter and producer from Omaha living in Los Angeles. He was previously front man for DC-based Analog Jetpack, played bass for LA's Highland Hawks and writes and produces music for Mighty Good Road. www.mightygoodroad.com

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