Trick Top Hat : Blast from the Past
Sunday, May 29, 2005
Trick Top Hat
A Message from Chris Titan:
http://helmer.j.tripod.com/terrible.html
Trick Top Hat
Lyrics by Justin Helmer (with apologies to Robert Anton Wilson), music by Terrible © 1997
Dreaded neuro army is kicking down the door,
Three million lightyears stranger than it's ever been before.
Smoke that up! Plumb the depths to which you're scared to sink.
Too hypnotized by yourselves to taste your logic's stink.
Reality and relativity become a spice like sage.
Turn the card and hide yourself behind the newest rage.
Security is slipping further into the distance.
The beast is coming closer now to break down your resistance.
CHORUS:
Ulysses hanging on the wall
Point the way all nations fall
Drowning out the other's call
The voice of God in the urban squall
Just when you thought maybe it was safe to practice Zen
The harbingers of knowledge are at your door again.
Demanding you do penance for the heresies you hold
Forcing you to experience the Nth degree of cold.
The Illuminati are hosting a party on forty-second street
The magicians are warming us up for their greatest feat.
Cocaine trucks are makin' deliveries on your neighbor's block,
Softening us up for the message that's carved into the rock.
CHORUS
Absolution is not a game for the small or weak.
Pink slip for the earth's garbage held onto by the meek.
Systems and fads will all eat themselves one day.
You'll be left all alone to deal with your soul's decay.
Dreaded neuro army is kicking down the door,
Three million lightyears stranger than it's ever been before.
Innocence is expensive, as Michael R. would say,
No id, no ego, no superman, no heroes for today.
Justin's comments: Written in the Apocalypse lounge on SCSU's palatial campus, the lyrics of "Trick Top Hat," including the title, come from Robert Anton Wilson's Schroedinger's Cat trilogy. "Michael R" is Mike Renee, a local singer-songwriter who wrote and produced "Guilt is for Free." I've always loved the song because it's such a great story.
posted by RK101 at 9:22 PM
5 Comments:
RK101 said...
I traced Chris's IP to New York. I think that the London safe house was discovered...or he is just on the move.
He is running routers and satelite hook-ups to post as if he has not left the state.There is also a Time Travel Operation he has obtained a research warrant for from Baron De Westerode that is being developed by Antiquities of the Illuminati. Lodge 217.
9:42 PM
sub-xero said...
Interstin stuff there RK, Not at all sure what he means though, some of those lyrics do relate quite closely with recent events though I guess.
'Neuro Army', I like it.
Keep me posted on what you find.
Things are finaly peicing together...
sub-xero@excite.com
Mail me.
7:22 AM
RK101 said...
Yo,
Did you hear that Titan is actually Special Agent Paris?
I think Titan is working with Jack Sampson...but IAMMAD, in a comment to an earlier post, seemed to imply that Gigabane was in the mix, the "little boy" sheep.
Sheep...yea
Wool...over the eyes???? Duh!
Does this stuff ever develop or is this some sort of literary mastrubation or circle of jerks.
Chris I am going to kick your ass when I see you for infecting me with this meme.
This is intellishit!
4:35 AM
sub-xero said...
Chill RK, yes, I have received some disturbing emails from Chris...
Just like I suspected.. I can't continue to talk here, email me like I asked, then we can talk more.
I am not quite sure what is going on, but things are starting to make sense now.
Either that or this whole thing has been a chain of lies... has anyone ever thought to just email Samuel Paris and ask? Oh I doubt thatd get us far...
No, whatever THIS is lies under a surface deep enough in itself.
5:17 AM
RIP Investigations said...
Little Miss Muffet
Sat on her Tuffet
Eating her Curd and Whey
There came down a Spider
Who sat down beside her
And frightened poor Muffet away
Cryptographic Nursery Rhymes Are Toxic
3:01 AM
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Trick Top Hat
A Message from Chris Titan:
http://helmer.j.tripod.com/terrible.html
Trick Top Hat
Lyrics by Justin Helmer (with apologies to Robert Anton Wilson), music by Terrible © 1997
Dreaded neuro army is kicking down the door,
Three million lightyears stranger than it's ever been before.
Smoke that up! Plumb the depths to which you're scared to sink.
Too hypnotized by yourselves to taste your logic's stink.
Reality and relativity become a spice like sage.
Turn the card and hide yourself behind the newest rage.
Security is slipping further into the distance.
The beast is coming closer now to break down your resistance.
CHORUS:
Ulysses hanging on the wall
Point the way all nations fall
Drowning out the other's call
The voice of God in the urban squall
Just when you thought maybe it was safe to practice Zen
The harbingers of knowledge are at your door again.
Demanding you do penance for the heresies you hold
Forcing you to experience the Nth degree of cold.
The Illuminati are hosting a party on forty-second street
The magicians are warming us up for their greatest feat.
Cocaine trucks are makin' deliveries on your neighbor's block,
Softening us up for the message that's carved into the rock.
CHORUS
Absolution is not a game for the small or weak.
Pink slip for the earth's garbage held onto by the meek.
Systems and fads will all eat themselves one day.
You'll be left all alone to deal with your soul's decay.
Dreaded neuro army is kicking down the door,
Three million lightyears stranger than it's ever been before.
Innocence is expensive, as Michael R. would say,
No id, no ego, no superman, no heroes for today.
Justin's comments: Written in the Apocalypse lounge on SCSU's palatial campus, the lyrics of "Trick Top Hat," including the title, come from Robert Anton Wilson's Schroedinger's Cat trilogy. "Michael R" is Mike Renee, a local singer-songwriter who wrote and produced "Guilt is for Free." I've always loved the song because it's such a great story.
posted by RK101 at 9:22 PM
5 Comments:
RK101 said...
I traced Chris's IP to New York. I think that the London safe house was discovered...or he is just on the move.
He is running routers and satelite hook-ups to post as if he has not left the state.There is also a Time Travel Operation he has obtained a research warrant for from Baron De Westerode that is being developed by Antiquities of the Illuminati. Lodge 217.
9:42 PM
sub-xero said...
Interstin stuff there RK, Not at all sure what he means though, some of those lyrics do relate quite closely with recent events though I guess.
'Neuro Army', I like it.
Keep me posted on what you find.
Things are finaly peicing together...
sub-xero@excite.com
Mail me.
7:22 AM
RK101 said...
Yo,
Did you hear that Titan is actually Special Agent Paris?
I think Titan is working with Jack Sampson...but IAMMAD, in a comment to an earlier post, seemed to imply that Gigabane was in the mix, the "little boy" sheep.
Sheep...yea
Wool...over the eyes???? Duh!
Does this stuff ever develop or is this some sort of literary mastrubation or circle of jerks.
Chris I am going to kick your ass when I see you for infecting me with this meme.
This is intellishit!
4:35 AM
sub-xero said...
Chill RK, yes, I have received some disturbing emails from Chris...
Just like I suspected.. I can't continue to talk here, email me like I asked, then we can talk more.
I am not quite sure what is going on, but things are starting to make sense now.
Either that or this whole thing has been a chain of lies... has anyone ever thought to just email Samuel Paris and ask? Oh I doubt thatd get us far...
No, whatever THIS is lies under a surface deep enough in itself.
5:17 AM
RIP Investigations said...
Little Miss Muffet
Sat on her Tuffet
Eating her Curd and Whey
There came down a Spider
Who sat down beside her
And frightened poor Muffet away
Cryptographic Nursery Rhymes Are Toxic
3:01 AM
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