Make it Quick..
(cold war story)
This is the fisrt CoD story ive published! Hope yall like it
"This is how you win a war Bell!" They looked around, fire and rubble surrounded them. They had actually did it. Yet their heart was heavy, something edging them that this isnt finished. They looked back at Adler, he was talking to some other soilders. He turned and motioned them over. "We did good today Bell. You did good." He placed a hand upon their shoulder.
"What now Adler?" Bell shrugged their shoulders. They couldnt really explain how they felt, it was almost a lurking danger.
"Let's meet up with the others... Then how about we take a walk?" The offer took Bell by surprise. For sure there was a reason behind it. Said reason, they could only begin to imagine. Bell followed Adler, looking up to the sky periodically as their mind skimmed through the possibilities.
"Bell!" Woods and Mason walked up to them smiles wide upon their faces. "Bell you're the god damn savior!" Woods wrapped his arm around them and so did mason.
"You really did it despite all that shit. Trust me, I understand the shock." Mason spoke sincerely. Bell pulled a fake smile, softly returning the gesture to them.
"Well, after all it was the right thing. Perseus threw me away.. so..." Bell trailed off. Woods gleeful face turned to one of sympathy. Mason saw himself in bell, he wish he could help himself. Yet not even mason himself was fully recovered from it.
"Look take your time kid.. You'll have me and Woods there." Bell looked up to the two and nodded.
"Bell," Adler called out from a small distance away. Bell shot their head to look at Adler. That feeling was back, that uneasiness. They smiled to Woods and Mason and heading over to Adler. "Let's go on that walk."
The walk itself was quiet, almost peaceful. Not one of you spoke a word. Within the hour they could hear the distant sound of waves. The sun was beginning to peak past the horizon. Adler then leading them down a smaller much narrow path. One by all means would be hard to find. Bell followed closely behind, to their right, the crisp blue oceans. To their left, plain rock. Either notion saying no escape of the narrow path.
Yet at that exact moment it clicked... that reason, the reason. Bell had slowed down, they stared down to the ground. The thought was almost too much to bare. Would he really do that, Adler was a decent guy! Yet, again, did you really know adler? did you really know anyone.. Park, Lazar, Sims. For fuck sake Even Woods and Mason... "Bell," they slowly raised their head. Adler stared back at them. For sure they thought this man has eyes full of sinister intent. "Come on, we're almost there." They continued in silence. Bell gave one last glance at the horizon and the taking a deep breath of the salty air.
Bell stood behind Adler as he reached the end of the path. "Artic air. Clears the head, doesnt it?" Adler perched himself upon a rock. The floor covered in luscious greenery. The early morning sky covered in grey clouds. He looked back at you, his hand holding his lit cigarette. "Bell, you made two extraordinary sacrifices to stop Perseus. One was without your knowledge. The other... you made that decision of your own accord."
Bell kept track of his hands, as he talked. "I just want you to know that this little thing that happened with you and me..." Adler seems to take a few seconds to pick his wording. Yet he never seem unsure with his voice. "It was always for the greater good." Actually, it was the opposite. He sounded as confident as ever. Perhaps hes a bit less tense yet that's a small difference. Adler looked off the the side as he flicked his cigarette away. "You're a goddamn hero, you know that, kid?"
"Quit the bullshit Adler..." Bell chuckled, "I already know why the fuck I'm here." Adler stared for a moment, his brows raised and mouth agape ever so slightly. "You would think, after you saying you saved me... gave me a second chance." Bell clutched their fists. "It was stupid of me to think youd let me live after I gave you what you wanted."
"I was stupid enough to trust you Adler..." Bell in unholstered their gun, Adler reached for his. He aimed his pistol right at them. Bell just stood there, staring down as their pistol placed flat on their palms. Just as puzzling, they unloaded their gun. "Part of me didnt want to believe it... part of me wants to think I'm actually part of the team." Bell threw the empty gun upon the floor. They collapsed to the floor, staring down to the ground. "Of course, I was wrong..." they sat there silently. Adler didnt know how exactly to react. "Adler..."
"Yeah?"
"Promise me you'll make it quick." Bell looked up again to him tears flowed down their cheeks. Even if they were still alive, the amount of hopelessness made their eyes look dead. Adler was speechless, certainly this wasn't what he expected.
"Why are you so willing..."
"Open your eyes Adler!" Bell laughed, "you honestly dont see why?" He nodded his head. "My life... all that I know now is a lie.." Bell again lowered their head, "I have no idea who I am... how can I live like this anyway..."
Silence seemed to drown the two, only the small breeze of wind howling it's sad moans. Adler cleared his throat, "Bell... I'm sorry, for everything."
"There no point to apologize Adler. What done has been done" Bell grabbed the weapon and pushed it against their head. "What been damaged has been broken. These apologies don't bring my life back." Adler only stared as his hand shook. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath. Then pulled the trigger, the bang rang. It even shook Adler up. In front of him laid Bells lifeless body. Adler shot one last bullet, just to make sure they died quickly and hopefully painlessly. Adler exhaled as a wave of emotions filled him.
These spreading from relief to mostly guilt. The weight of all hes done to Bell, the thought. Made his breath shallow and heart race. He went to the body and made sure their eyes were closed. Next, and much to his dissatisfaction, the body being thrown off the cliff. After all was done, all that was left was blood.
Adler began to look at the sky... the sun shines brightly. Sweet warmth kissed his tan skin. Yet all he could muster in his head was a question. "Why... why does the sun smile and welcome me after what I've done?"
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Hey! Its thing >:)!
Its the thing i was teasing at in that post last night, and technically for like... four months? five? huh its been a bit since i second changed my url huh. Im not gonna go check or anything. If I were a bit more patient i wouldve waited for the archive collection become canon but im not. funfacterdroid is just more of my bran!
Anyway! This post is my first impressions and opinions on each song on Back to the Egg! The Wings album i temporarily renamed myself after. (told ya i was gonna ramble wasnt i ydbfyufjd). It also happens to be the only wings album i havent listened to yet. And sure theres a bunch of singles and b-sides i havent listened to either, but this is the last one! I figured it should get some of its own treatment!
I know that its gonna sound different to London Town and the two before it, cause McCulloch and English arent here. I’ve also heard that this album is bad and people called Paul a sellout because he transitioned to New Wave. New Wave is my favorite genre and I guess Wings werent ever that far from it? But they’re still a rock band at heart so i dont know how that change is going to fare. Enough introduction: Lets just go track by track!
-Side One: Sunny Side Up-
Reception: Its just some radio garble, an instrumental meant to introduce the album. dont really have any opinions on it.
Getting Closer: JAHBUDHSAUHJDHS WOAH WOAH WOAH!!! I didnt expect such a threatening title to be so upbeat. Like... opposite of Beware My Love. I do think its odd that there is barely any backup singing? Its not horrible just weird that this song, out of all the openers, doesnt. That outro is very much meant to be like a darker part of the song, like the dream sequence from A Day In The Life, but god dammit this song is just so upbeat! so weirdly cheerful and gentle! And... only 3 minutes? Rockshow and Jet were 4... eh those albums had a lot less songs, this one has 13 not counting Reception! Same as London Town, which i also really like!
We’re Open Tonight: Oooohhh!! Very soft, I think I know what its about but when taken literally, to me it sounds like a quaint little shop trying to lure you in, sinisterly. I think the bass is making it sound evil to me, but thats a great thing! Clearly its trying to be like another I’m Carrying but that song fucking sucks!!!!!! I also really like how its only 1 minute, something so haunting about it. Not sure if thats positive or negative but the songs cool!
Spin It On: hHEHEYEHY!! Getting Closer.... 2! kinda. Its much much faster and i can barely understand the words hes saying... or what hes spinning. The backing vocals are really cool though. the lyrics mention a pinball table? Y.. you know pinball doesn't spin right? it falls.... Questionable lyrics aside, theres really not a lot of SPEEDY Wings songs! Glad that one of the few is also extremely good!
Again and Again and Again: WOW OKAY! this is sung by denny, all of these songs start pretty fast unlike a good chunk of their past work, but i really like that! But it also means i cannot process a single thing denny is saying, i think he said something about a school? and being in a bad situation? ah whatever. Denny used to be in an R&B band and i really think thats going to work here! This isnt an exactly a Rhythm-y or Bluesey song, but He’s clearly having fun! thats why i love wings in general, its easy to tell that the band was having fun recording a song!
Old Siam, Sir: A-hmm. Paul’s doing his squeaky voice again... I guess that can work sometimes but its absolutely not complimenting the piano in the background. Also, I feel like a squeaky voice wouldnt work the best for a story song. A story thats pretty incomprehensible too? Who is this lady! What the fuck is this village!! This is the song you wanted to make 4 minutes? and it fades out too... how much did they record...
Arrow Through Me: So this is the one that the critics liked? Its the most synth heavy which i understand why people like, I like synths too! I like how the bass (which i think is also from a synth?) lines up perfectly with the horns! Its alright, it might grow on me later, but now its just a passable song. One i wouldnt skip. Plus I really like the reverb effects, the whole album has em but this one really makes use!! Kinda bad overall though.
-Side Two: Over Easy-
Rockestra Theme: Just an instrumental. But one thats really important to music history! I don’t actually know the full story to this one, but I do know that i really like it! Plus the vocal effects on Paul’s... Scatting i guess you could call it? Whatever it is, it works!
To You: This sounds... eerily like Getting Closer. But bad... Eh I like that organ. Not much to say really... theres only like one verse.
After the Ball / Million Miles: Oh cool another medley. Last one we got was two albums ago! I guess since this is technically two songs id have to... review them both? After the Ball is exactly what it sounds like. A gentle rock song about seeing your love after a party :)! Pretty standard for wings. Million Miles! Sounds a lot like After the Ball but with an accordian? Fuck I’m not complaining. But also who the fuck is Deo.
Winter Rose / Love Awake: Uh- Something is,,, wrong with Paul’s voice. like he damaged it? I mean its not horrible it just kinda takes me out of the emersion? Oh we’re already on Love Awake! his voice is fine now..! Man this song is mediocre! No wonder the 70s are regarded as lame./lh Weird that Linda isn’t singing backup here? Or if she is that Denny’s voice is just drowning her out. Winter Rose itself is kinda lame but its... sweeter I guess?
The Broadcast: SINISTER!!!!!!! I do not know who is talking but this sounds... dystopian. I don’t even know what the poem is about its just... the whole song is slightly off. But i mean that in a good way!
So Glad to See You Here: MAN! They were trying so hard to be punk... Okay as a punk song this sounds horrible! But as a song in general i like it! It’s not mixed the best but i really like the lyrics! And I-HOLY SHIT WE’RE OPEN TONIGHT PART TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I really didnt expect that,,, thats.... genuinely cool!
Baby’s Request: Oh the finale! H..huh... Jazzy! And its about going to sleep.. i think? Regardless, Paul’s good at writing songs to fall asleep to, this isnt an exception at all!! Although it is weird that at the end the same horn plays as the one in Thrillington’s Monkberry Moon Delight... Its probably just a coincidence, i thought it was funny though.
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Okay! Overall, I liked Sunny Side-Up more as a whole since i like 4/6 of its songs, but MAN So Glad to See You Here and Baby’s Request are REALLLY GOOD-But then again. I only listened to all of these songs once, and i wont listen to them again until ive finished writing this post, just to keep my first impressions fresh. I don’t really know what else to say that album was fun as hell!
So I’d give Back To The Egg a... 7.8/10! I really didnt expect to like it this much. even though New Wave is my favorite music genre, i didnt think paul would be able to do it justice! Especially since the genre was just starting itself up... heh.... hope it gets archived soon.
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beauty seems to be really funny most
of the time and i like dat.
this idea that sends pop
definitions of beauty running
for the hills makes for some
quality distance,
if only one step back.
what if i had any idea who i was
but could see into everybody else
phone home
cheeky cosmic touch m8
gonna think this is too easy
yeah
but not let’s feel this way
without before examining ourselves
for anything fake about it first
parting from the idea that there wasnt anyway
and then parting
cuz that knows so much
that part of me knows so much abt
what do you call it extreme fear of maudlin
i run naked thru the grass
singing abt yesteryear
...There’s a move in social situations I like to call, “around the sun” whereby you wait for the game to end to play music, or wait patiently for one plan of another to say its peace so you can say yours. I like to take it to a more extreme level and say, turn down the fuckin tv, I want to listen to a thing I find beautiful.
SONG ONE : like the earth
1.
Sit back and dream of clouded metaphors
Reveal the schemes that we devised
Back in the day, when ur hands were small
And the WORLD splayed out colorfully
Before our eyes
(chorus)
Take ur thronging bussloads of the living dead
Take all the lifetimes of a million busy heads
Ur sly intellectuals that laugh in the dome
The only place, the only place is in the peaceful tones
Of singing birds perched on ascending wires, like notes
2.
Caught u up past three, sitting on the porch
I woke up from a dream that I immediately forgot
That seems to happen a lot, especially if previously
I torched a dutch and passed the fuck out
But from the ether of my dreams
I heard, from the scope of reality
I heard you shout
(chorus)
3.
The sun and the moon both live in a box
And the box is a square made out of lead
And the square lies motionless in ur head
Like a body on the rocks
Watch the hour tuck away into an evening
A day nestled in afternoon light
From the beginning
In ur mind that made all minds the same
The twilight creeping across ur paper brain
And I can only burn and burn and burn
And I can turn round like the EARTH
And I can be a sphere like the EARTH
And I can stitch up the nations
With fear, like the EARTH
(chorus)
...people who call it a false flag just don’t wanna think it’s their own who bomb, if it can’t be a towelhead.
SONG TEW : the rainbow
The sinister rainbow blinks over the clover
And the dawn is a monster in my brain
I'll take a picture before this song is over
And I’ll fix u in a wheel to keep me sane
Don’t break out the gin for the old lady creepers
Smoke until the blur makes ur head float around
I live in hades, burn my tongue on the heater
When I lick this heaven ill taste yur sound
(chorus)
What Im saying isnt deep
What Im stealing isnt cheap
But I know that if i play it loud and long
That this song in my head will instead
Form a beat
Like a stranger in the rain
Slowly driving me insane
There's a fork in the road
And I dont know whether
Or when, all this shit will come together
In the end
2.
I got a stupid friend who lives in a pause
He takes life from the tiger’s jaws, and prays
That life begins again, after it is over
And the rainbow shines like a dream, in a daze
Ill take u thru the eye of the needle
Ill breathe a testament to ur false gods
Ill tell the truth, and contaminate the evil
And zap u like a lightning rod
(chorus)
3.
Dont you know that the rainbow is the world?
Dont you know that the news is already told?
Im gettin too old to be unfurled
Im seein the rainbow in my mind
Im waking up for the daily grind
Im singing useless things for useful people
The rainbow is not evil, its kind
Dont u know that the color kings rattle like a marble
In a tin can?
And the rainbow eats the darkness like a mother
Without a son?
Dont u know that u can never be a man?
And the rainbow drags across the empty land
And the rainbow drags across the empty land
(chorus)
(chorus)
...the only division is classical and romantic. all else is contributory to these two. postmodern, modern, no. romantic. it all follows the romantic objective. one is ruled by the time at which it occurred, and the other is ruled by the mechanism of breaking from any present time.
SONG THREE : an ending that promises to begin again
1.
A legend sleeps in yur head somewhere
You take yur trembling hands
And grope for mine, like a bum for spare
Change...
You cant explain
This strange perdition that engulfs
Yur position in the sane...
And the trouble of the pulse
That leads a broken synapse
Up into my eccentric brain...
Theres a clot in my neck
And the ruins of time
Keep me from being able to find
A comfortable spot to rest
(chorus)
Im stuck in erasure--a constant exposure
To the elements still provides me with eyes
To see bad karma writhing in my spleen
And I wonder if ill dream
While the whole WORLD is awake
Will I be the manufactured figure,
Will I be fake?
Or will I take these petty abstractions
And roll them up into a ball
And put them in my pocket
Just to feel the reason stall
In my throat...
Is life a puzzle, or a joke?
2.
The life you led one sunny afternoon
Is the life you never led again...
I can appreciate the reasons
For why you did not blend
Like a chameleon in the room
But cant discern the seasons
Of the moon
Yur whispers prosper, loud
Like a passionate apostle
And the lords are proud of ur
Painting on the wall...
That skritter of an evening gone
Is enough to scatter colors
When the sky finally falls,
And the lords are like the brothers
Of what lorded over them...
Take these idols and shatter them...
The racket in my brain is loud
And does not end
And does not end
And does not end, even when the jig is up
Cuz ive gotten fucked by time:
Its an ending that promises
To begin again
(chorus)
...Nobody starts an Apollonian, and only those are Dionysian who have the capacity for restraint needed to confer the Apollonian chariot, tho some die without a revision of the vision etc. some die restraintless
SONG FOUR : chauncey ames and the case of jenny preston
1.
Chauncey loved the flowers
Chauncey loved the trees
Chauncey smelled the wind
And knew that he was free
Chauncey took a cab home
Chauncey felt the air flow
Thru the window
He paid the driver extra
Just for keeping him
From being alone...
Back, once again
To the place that he had left
Long ago
In fact, it had been years and years and years
Since the man had seen walls
Not fortified in concrete...
In fact, it had been years and years and years
Since this man had put to rest
That lying cheat
(chorus)
Chauncey was a killer
That was his disease
Got off on manslaughter:
Fingerprints on a pair keys
Got him twelve years
For offing someone's daughter
Even tho she was eighty three
Cuz no matter how old u are
Everyone
Is a daughter or son
To someone
2.
Now he's out, but he has his fears...
Maybe people will not like him
For his past
It is unclear
Even after all the facts
Had been presented...
Whether Jenny Preston
Was murdered, or just had a bad fall
Onto a bed of broken glass
They found her in the hall
At the head of the stairs, flat on her wrinkled ass
(chorus)
Chauncey was a man of few words
But in the end he was unheard
His eyes were petrified
In delirium
His arms shook
As he held the gun
He took aim
On the good book
Instead of his brains
just to prove a point
His neck is craned
His eyes like coins
That shine their milky matter
On the barrel of a luger
(Chorus)
...doubt any of y'all would live up to the wit/confidence/sardonicism y'all judiciously sculpt for hours on the book of face.
SONG FYVE: my summer home
1.
This is food for thought
Write it down in chalk:
The chimney puffs
From the fire in the fireplace
And erupts in a black plume
And with luck
The old man
Balances a spoon
On his nose
He sits inside a room
As the room grows
Smoking from a pipe
While its raining outside
And the light
Is waning, slowly waning, outside
My fingers and my toes
Are numb to the bone
And I will have my wish
To swim with all the fish
In the sea of my mind
In time ill find
A little spot in the country
Somewhere peaceful and secluded
Ill save up all my money
And hope im not deluded
And hope that I can find a place
Thats nice, a lush spot
For a good price
(Chorus)
Do you feel that I feel you?
Do you feel that you feel me?
The time is right to live again
To let the atoms wiggle
In our spherical galaxy
That seems to have no real end
But the one that we assume
Is reality, and soon
We'll eat up all the doom
2.
Concentrate upon a single understanding
Dont let the sisters on the throne
Rage in the dome
And find out that this trip
Needs more planning to exist
The sky is silver and the universe is green
Ill show you things in this world
That you have never seen
Things that have been waiting
So long to be unfurled
Things for boys and things for girls
Without an explanation
Ill bring the nation together
And hold it by a tether
Show you things for boys
And things for girls
(Chorus)
...for example i would never be able to muster the cognitive stones to say all of this, in order, amongst the company of people, even friends
SONG SIX : notion
#1
im in the middle of this phrase
Stuck between the lines
Bless these simple chains
I'll see what I can find
In my simple mind
To lead to some way out
The drip, drip drip of water
From the trippy rusty spout
Keeps me awake
I'll explain that to ur daughter
The world is fake
The world is miles away:
Chorus:
Put a notion on the river
And see it travel downsteam
Suspended on liquid creature dreams
I sweated thru the fever
And, between the middle of this phrase
Passed all my days in solitude
And grew weaker, as the days
Passed on in solitude
You can call me daft
You can say im frozen
In technicolor time
That im stranded on an island
In the middle of the ocean
But I dont have the spine
To wiggle thru the shaft
And give you back
This simple notion
#2
I gots a paper boat
Lofting on the water
It travels down ur purple throat
And dissolves in the water
I set a fire just to see if it could think
And I questioned the venom
Just to see if it could blink
Nonsense on the edge
Of the bullshit day
Chillin on the ledge, you shape the clay
And drive the screws on down
And drive the screws on down
I thought of you, thought of you
And I felt like a clown
(chorus)
#3
I crawl out, I crawl out
I crawl out of bed
I walk down the hall
To turn the notion into thread
And whisper rumors to the dead
Sometimes I try to talk
And my voice drops
Sometimes the vague paralysis
Defies analysis
And you are left sitting on a chair
In a yellow room
That is a technicolor tomb
Without a door, confined and spare,
I crawl, I crawl
I crawl out of bed
And walk down the hall
And fall and fall and fall
Into the creation of sound
Until I hit the ground
And everything is mother night
And the imperfections in yur eye
Spangle in the strange notion of the twilight
(chorus)
(chorus)
...the broad concept of subjectivity has as much to do with a detailed exegesis of one tenet of it as death itself with the specific way we die
SONG SEVEN : collected and connected
You're a sharp one
You're a dumb one
You got nobody
But the people in yur head
And everybody is connected
But you aint connected to them
Yur a ghost, on the interim
While the fringes die out
You live them out
To the last splinter
Until it is winter
And the trees are all white with snow
And the blue wind blows
Yu spend twenty minutes
Feeling for the lightswitch
In a room made out of figments
That you shovel into a ditch
And bury, along with all yur
Dangerous ambitions
And as you drive away, you feel
The religion
Of yur memories corrupt u
And yu reel
CHORUS.
Cuz everyones connected
Everyones collected
Into the same intangible organism
That lives life in the schism
Of ur teeth
I watch ur lips move
And cannot hear u speak
I pick up on the clues
and watch the pressure leak
Until all of it is used
And nothing much is left
To be abused
Everyones connected by a string
That trembles across the space
Of every living thing
The fractions of my face
illuminate in the light
I shake when i sing
I am a yellow kite
Mangled in a tree
Forgotten by the breeze
I am a thing, wafting in the breeze
But I have begun again, my friend,
Just by following the string
Follow, follow the string
#2
Two days ago the WORLD was made of angles
I opened my eyes to the lost ways
And came upon a shallow swale
The brush and branches tangled
And the rays of the sun, barely
Coming thru the jail
Of the scary fray
Dont you think that yur fellow men
Would like to lend a hand?
And dont you think
That this desert you have crossed
Only gets u more lost
Until u arrive at the brink
Of the sahara, and find
A single, solitary house
Where a mumbling old man
Is confined
(CHORUS)
(CHORUS)
i always dress nice when i have no place to go. otherwise i look like a sweaty coked up hobo. its my chic, paranoid hobo chic. my comportment u say? quirky to the acquaintance, somewhat sad to the friend, an endearing mix of both with a dash of worry to the best friend, and an embarrassment to the significant other. im usually the life of the party bc i bring drugs so people are forced to tolerate my horror of a personality.
rejection is a rare and beautiful flower
my time is spent tending it
my life
wants it to be a gift
i water the flower
it sits next to my bed
it is next to a lamp
littered under the lamp
are dead ladybugs
ladybugs are all over my house
but if i am not meant i am not meant
and i cast my line of poetry here
trying to figure out if it was meant to be there
wonder exactly why what is innumerable
can be rare
and think of lots of things
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