Gathering Notes

The first look back at what's influencing the whole Celluloid Cloud era for Patch.

This was the one that started it all . . . a demo I made for an electronic music class final project. My last hurrah of college. Based off of a subsection I made for Cubesong in Citizens Banned, it was originally (and still is, I guess) a remix for Cubesong. After the completion of the recording (and resurrecting it after it had accidently been deleted) I figured it would be a good project to bring in under the Patch name in the meantime (meantime being a year, it seems) while I focused on getting Citizens Banned underway. A nice segway. A million ideas started to sprout in my brain inspired by this project for more songs dealing with a New Regime and the birth of modern American Pop Culture. It's moved on from that now, turning into something taking place in the present time . . . but there will most likely be flashbacks to that birthplace . . . or else it wouldn't be anything of what Celluloid Cloud or Sound. Of. Static. were intended to be . . . a creepy exploration of old entertainment values.

ELECT(RODE)-- Listen

Broadcast preset to all submissive channels
Make-up applied to hide abyssive canals
Turn on us to spray the toxic mace
Clinically proven to cure the human race
Stand by
Stand by
Stand by
To raise them high

*Good evening fellow consumers of the New Regime. We stand on the brink of change, of revolution. The revolution where we sit, there's no idle chatter. To listen. Listen to our frequencies. The flag will consume more stars, more stripes, for our cause. The American Dream has become the World Cause. Come the deciding day I shall eagerly await your wish for progress . . . or recess. The signs are there, my friends. Which will you decide?*

Oppressed regression takes the place masked progression
The cleaner spit the signs of candy cane agression
The pulpit steaming with their own invented devils
Falling down to supposed "Higher Levels"
Bloody rivers flowing from the demon's lair
Pumping arteries atop the highest chair
Membranes from the straightest of all the vertebras
Discipline and punishment of all the ones they hate
The creature sees his shadow ("Six weeks 'till Judgement Day!")
And hides itself to prevent comeuppance pay
Tranquilize the flock, resorting to basal bites
Sprout the sermon from their artificial light

We can't afford to wait (Stand by)
Laying down to forced fate (Raise them high)
Cover what you sowed with upgraded dirt (In the sky)
And handicraft bleached bloodstained shirts (Let freedom fly)

Electrode box
Conveniently nestled in their living rooms
Stimulate their minds
Undertake the nationwide Breeding Brigade
Destroying the compounds
Biohazardous waste

Welcome to the beautiful day of final reckoning

We all gave in and now I know how the west was won
Not with a voice but with an excess loaded gun
Bullets forged out of the steel that made the steeple
Made for Utopia, for God, and For the People
Raise them high in the sky for the one who's won
Close your eyes and shield your ears from the one you shun
Pray to see the spectacle of the one who fakes
Rushing to the square to see him burning at the stake
Jesus weeps but we think he cries with joy
And still you send out all the grunts that you employ
Hold us ignorant for unpatriotic plight
Prove them wrong by going down in the glorious fight
They're grabbing hold and getting down on us tonight
To fuck us senseless, fuck us rotten with all their might
Jack us off, cum on the poor, the sick, the queers
"God bless you all and thanks for lending me your ears!"

*I bid you farewell, my friends. This is the dawn of a new day. You shall not regret. Goodbye, and God bless.*

ASCAP (2007)