Central America

by Mad Conductor

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released January 1, 2010

MC Devlin - Vocals, Guitar, Bass
Dan McKinney - Keyboards
Randy Ciarlante - Drums

All songs written by Mad Conductor
Words by MC Devlin
Produced by Dan McKinney @ Dan's House Studio


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Track Name: Yo, Kid!
Yo, I roll a tone parallel to Harlem from county jail to Arkham
Expand across the planet's soft candy coating
I'll never rock it if the brand's demoting
I'd rock the iron coat and know my spine'd cope
Probably so, 'cause I'm infected with that Venom symbiote
I wasn't born I was assembled
On a canvas in a lab like Mona Lisa
A mile east of Boca Vista
Causing the tidal wave that might'a gave ya' broken skis
On northern Nova Scotian seas
A modest chain around my neck
Five electrodes on my skull
The storm destroyed the hull and now I'm null
Never saw the form Allah while locked to normal law
My form was off until I lost the form
And saw no form at all was high form
Inform your foremen of the protocol
Neglect the intellect to know it all
Yet it's hectic cause there's no scene to accept this
Eclectic sense, tense electric fence with extra strength
Around a plot on the Gaza Strip
Across from where a brothel sits
At a hostel in Dublin I met a waitress from LA
And bounced a.s.a.p. the next day
Now I can't see the point in your song
Perhaps I got it wrong
But it curdles my blood when I listen
I'm wishin' that I hadn't paid admission
But the fact's that I'm here
Now where that is it isn't clear
And still I'm shiftin' gears across your list of fears
Until I disappear

Kid, bow down to my sector You're too young to be selector (2X)

Materialized on Melpomene and Tchoups
And hopped a freight train
Read a lot to stay sane
I'm in the same frame as Oroku Saki
Roll through your local posse
Like a mobile zombie playin' roller hockey
No fool could stop me
But these nihilistic currents almost washed me up ashore like tide detergent
My memoirs a poisoned reservoir
Of my voyage in the Death Star
Where once in an unkempt attempt to stamp me in my camp
They stormed my tent
But not enough men were sent to clamp me
In my damp, dark, murky fortress that I happen to inhabit
With rabid packs of rabbits hoarding fourteen poison carrots
My cabin's made of barge planks and clap board to withstand large tank attacks
Before that monk's spade I bring the ax
I don't sleep, I am sleep
My grip could rip the sewer through the street
While my letters puff and melt
Like a mallow on a stick in the third dimension
Preserve your nervous tension
With solidified bacon fat consistency
Never mind the mystery
To think is to not know
So run from the constable with no thought to clot the flow
At the Ragnarok battle spot when on a roll
My blood could block a shark
And calm a bull

Kid, bow down to my sector You're too young to be selector (2X)
Track Name: The Parthenon
With the Parthenon collapsed under Venetian bombardment
And my 7.5" Creature confiscated by the policeman's department
My Cosmo was at peace
As the garment of the goddessa Kali Ma dropped to the floor
But then the man from the draft board knocked on the door
And just like that your Lord had me off to the war
With seven crude chops of the sword to his neck
He was down on the deck and out for the count
I felt like Zeus as he exhaled a cloud
And saw it take flight across the pale, blue light of the moon
Chit-chattin' with the devil from the comfort of my living room
The talk left my tattered head kinda like thread through a loom However if I must be a little more subtle
I'll tell you about the time as I was walking through the rubble of a city That was burned and buried by German mercenaries
And turned to cemetery on the third of February
I was coolin' in my swamp front hovel as I felt the sky dawn the wrath of Thor
And fire was born in a passing storm
And it tore through the Earth like a horn through a matador
And it was...in San Salvador
So they said to flee east, instead I fled west
They caught me at rest in the shade of a friendly, old oak tree
I felt the blade of my much hated enemy stroke me so gently
I turned like the seasons, laughed with the rage of ten rabid hyenas As they shackled me up
And chucked me like a ruck into the back of the truck
Now I gotta maintain, I'm three times a brother
And the one time son of a mother

To make sense out of senselessness
I gotta put it into terms that I can't understand
So my natural can grasp it
I spent the last several months in a cabinet
Hangin' from the wall like a set of wrenches
As a Tet offensive burned through the regiments of men
And then cemented the once green world I really thought I had
I'm talking mad
As I focus beyond to the void through the knothole
And noticed a long, black cloud rain down
A colossal amount of lethal Vegemite all over the rooftops
Then a rube dropped a lit camel light from his getaway plane
Flames annihilated the terrain I was safe in the confines of brick
As the bonfire stripped the flesh of many men
And left a thick, rancid ash upstate New York style pile of snow
For six miles or so
Like a raven in the radio mast I saw the show unfold below
Now I'm meditating in a cloud of mosquitoes
Six breaths a minute 'til I found my aikido
In a gloomy Zen temple
Waiting for the General
Armed with a sharpened lead pencil
Track Name: Chillin' in the Columns
I'm a 700th generation, gun powder fed, fully Venom bred,
Kamakura Shogunate Ninja Dragon Sword, Razor's Edge
Silent in my quadrant watching Martin
Without a TV set in my apartment and the cable's dead
My evil idiom'll beat your equilibrium
And leave you off balance like your boy without his lithium
And no, not just a sliver
Kid, I never shiver when I'm sittin' by the river
I got the Member's Only black bomber with the zipper zipped
Then I'm stompin' off quick, rhythm is Symarip
Hip to lip a flimmerick
Shut your power off and snip your candle wick
Remember when they used to burn women on a stick?
'Cause they thought God was tee'd off
So they tarred 'em up Like Lenny D battin' lead off
Spittin' chaw at y'all
Spinnin' Marley Marl
I'm oxen free as ollie y'all
And ollie I'll spike the volley ball
While rockin' leather, Shredder metal wrist guards
As I approach from the East Flyin' coach 'cause it's cheap
Off the coast of Han's isle Twenty deep, minus nineteen
Lime green Venom in the stream I befriended two women in the cell, supposed weather makers
Accused of brewing storms that ruined several hundred acres
Through enchantment of a spell
My only confidants in this mad captivity
Where it seems a right mind lacks symmetry
Given he can only see one half of the vicinity
Then, with shackles on our forearms
Guards forced us to the court yard
Where my friends were tied fast to a stake
In the center of a bed of dry grass

Ever since then I always unlplug the jack in the month of the Drac
My food is not of man I destroy both the lamb and the kid to glut my appetite
Your bones fracture when the trap is tight
I'm rippin' through ya' like rotten lettuce
The hovel menace with the neck bolt fetish

Lady bug, lady big fly away home
Your house is on fire
And your kids are all alone!

And the lids about to blow off of the kettle
My stomp could pluck a mountain bike pedal
Though I never take it down to trite levels
In the loft amongst piles of hay I break jars of clay
With my gamma ray vision from a mile away
Don't even swing when I slay my opponent with a sickle
I advanced on a passed third strike
Then came a triple
They caught me in a pickle
So I ducked down and vortexed the catcher
Like a plumber with a whistle
There goes your perfect game, your no-hitter and your shut-out
I'm goin' nuts like a Somalian pirate
With his Alpha Kappa - two score and seven
Seek the dug out, cause I'm about to bug out
No reason for the action, sometimes for mere satisfaction
Never kept the mind fed with mad maggots in the swine's head
And Simon says nothin' 'cause the rocks still crushin'
Not like a redneck cop and his second cousin
With the powerful percussion of a hundred bores a'comin'
Gainin' faster than a witch without a parka when it's rainin'
Man, you'd better scatter, before the pack scraps your data Tyrannosaurus Rex treks your matter
Black cats and ladders for fools strappin' sally bats
Rockin' rally caps, checkin' Rand-McNally maps for the token
I swing a wooden Louisville in Poland 'til your swollen
Your neck is out of tune and strummin' open chords
I turn back lips into broken boards
I fell through the rafters and landed on a picket fence
In Bellvue, Nebraska
Track Name: Cross Gates Estates
I used to own a place up in Cross Gates Estates
'Til the market crash left me flat on my face
I was never broke before
Now I'm soaking open sores in Morton's
Forced to more important wars
Currently my weather board says "Made in Ecuador"
And snoring on the concrete flooring left me sore
Plus I don't got a match to light the stove
I gotta scratch stone to bone in Cypress Grove
As a kid they read me fixed encyclopedias
On daily news while vixens spiked the media
I laid obediently in my cage until they said I made the age
Then a butcher stepped forward and raised a blade
I knew that he was infamous for missin hits
When kids with quicker wits resist his mission
So I slipped between his legs and kicked his ankle
As he did a split I strangled neck
And with a twist it left a mangled mess
My angle less obtuse in Mexico upon a hammock
Drinking mango juice
Seven cops around me sayin' "dame tu dinero"
"Y las llaves de tu Canyonero"
Now I wish I was in the states instead of chained up and stampin' plates
I made one for me It says "CXG E-13 3"

We're friends until the end and back
Remember that
And if you ever crack I'll be your mental medivac
I recall standin' in abandoned factories about to fall
To smash remainin' panes from out the frames
Civil disobedience will clean your brain
'Til you revolt against the bolts that keep you sane
Stare, seance in my lair
Blarin' Slayer on my record player
Everybody's there except the mayor
Bombarded by the chief of police and his fleets
We leaped from our seats and seeped into the streets
Like escaped circus freaks
I was deep beneath the murk asleep
When the manifold burst a leak
Eruption from the sewer, pure toxic Ecto-Cooler
There's chaos in the town I hope we find a cure
And once the skies are bluer
We'll arise a newer colonized society
Where all is quietly at peace and hope the beast will sleep
Long and sound beneath our feet
And always let our island be
I live a life with no steady rhythm
But if you need to talk let me listen
Even if my head is missin'

When things are difficult like lighting matches in Chicago
I don't go against the grain I follow
And when things are chillin' like a lizard on my ceiling
I'm never disillusioned in the feeling

When things are difficult like lighting matches in Chicago
I don't go against the grain I follow
And when things are chillin' like a lizard on my living room ceiling
I'm never disillusioned in the feeling

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