From the recording For Machines to Dream About
words and music by Keram Malicki-Sanchez (ASCAP/SOCAN)
Performed by Ribcage:
Keram - guitars
Paul Gallinato - bass
Eric "Spider" Ryder Costello
Lyrics
Good night Hollywood
I’ve been dead asleep inside you
Babyl(au)on-dry Babel tower
From up here the galaxy's spread out below me
Inverted oceans
Weathered powers
Where there is no silence
No time for rumination
My heart and lungs are dead
The box around my head
And I’m one, one of many
One guy, one of many
I try and send it
to my e-mailer witch
She rebukes my fixation on her
"Use St. Germaine’s violet light
Who controls the sun?
Just cone it out through the darkness
That’s far darker than any human"
I grew up without much fear or expectation
The perfect subject for this plot
Weaned throughout my teens
With restless motivation
To oppose consumerist thought
And thus a desperate need
For position and influence
Crying” you must not live dead!”
“Reflect on your gods instead!”
So I become one of many
One god, one of many
I reflect(it)ed on that e-mailer witch
She rebukes my fixation on her:
"Use St. Germaine’s violet light
Who controls the sun?
We must cone out through the darkness
That’s far darker than any human"
Good night Hollywood
You’ve been quite a force to contend with
Jacked on nicotine and fiscal dreams
Time to tear it down
Lest I get stuck in my own pith
And draw attention to
My fractured screams