song by 3rd person stranger, mixing by tim beutler

 

 

 

sweet candy, candy, uh, sugar coat (uh, sticky hair)
soft ice slipping down ma throat (bring the kids)
feed me nervous appetite
fast needs, fast breeds, fast tenders

come on get down, feed that slot maschine
cos, cos most joys ain’t cheap
one more round till phase separation
can’t stop that trip, yeah you need that speed

trash and treasure too close to call
n pretty pretty you take em all

so i keep it sweet, fun, nauseant
i just stay token-jolly
got science stock eutopia (for crakes sake)
what you say CrispR dolly?

nature, nuture, not sure
still believe in the fate of chance (?)
still tryin to predict chaos and effect (?)
it’s all good, it’s all good as long as you keep control
it’s all good, it’s all good as long as you keep control

cotton candy- candy floss- sweet tooth n toothache

so much work it must have been
so much meat in the machine

singin
‘nice, nice, very nice,
so many people in the same device’*

need that next pleasure boost (cannot resist)
all the sweetness and abduction
to prolong my
hedonistic depression
high drops, no stops, surrender

engineered for thrill and profusion
and just the crazies keep it sane (show off the freaks)
create a fear n sell its distribution
and all the rest try to keep it in/ chuck it in

it’s all carnivore fairytales
and pretty, pretty don’t you taste that thing

cotton candy- candy floss- sweet tooth n toothache

so much work it must have been
so much meat in the machine

singin
‘nice, nice, very nice,
so many people in the same device’*

clean sleet
chowder and cream
sweet icetruck machine

gimme gimme gimme…gimme some of them bliss

uh, cold pleasure-life’s
sardo-ronic smile
sandwiched in time

so watch the ice you take on that trip
play it…but don let it slip

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* modified quote from kurt vonnegut’s ‘cat’s cradle’ (1963)