stumble down road

Was unsure what to make of our new song Ego Disease; it slip slides all over the place, diseased singing over diseased music. Then it hit me – it’s Bad Dada Cabaret. I could see this on some dark dirty stage far far off Broadway down underground in an old subway tunnel filled with bad actors, an unwashed audience, horrendous lighting and worse acoustics, with me crisscrossing stage unsonging non-plot

During yesterday’s recording, the computer ate the chorus and first 3 verses (probably a gift from the gods), so this is what’s left. Ego Disease.

Here are the remaining lyrics.

Ego Disease

I’m dumber than scum sucked from a pool
blown from the nose of a noisy old fool

Looking for new myth, struggling with old
stumbling through glue, mist, same sack of sold

Searching for sunlight, slipping through slim
before mother night gets a glimpse of my grim

My brain and its two lobes lob each leech to leech
hail hardy in starched robe, yet somehow retreat

I stagger in strange though struggling ports
importing wide range of imploding aborts

Brother to suicide, sister to sin
mother to matricide, in blister begin

Scum dumb begun begat that at last
what once word of was now scampers past past

Sum don’t just add parts, it takes what it sees
leads from the word art to ego disease

I half kill my humble in mumble and moan
re-using my crumble go stumble down road

— Smith, 11.26.2011

Music, mix, recording Peter Ball of Apartment One; voice, lyrics Smith.

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