Solarcaine for Followers

by Shane Smith

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about

Conceived over the course of three years, Solarcaine for Followers is my foray into Christian rock - or, rather, Christian rock the way I'd do it.

Trigger warning: everything. No, I'm serious.

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released September 15, 2015

Music and lyrics by Shane Smith.

Shane Smith plays all instruments.

Written from December 2010 to August 2015 in Dahlonega, Georgia and Oxford, Georgia

Recorded from May to September 2015 in Oxford, Georgia

Dedicated in memory of Shonna Smith.

A light -7 - Deathony Gripstano

Good album - Cal Chuchesta

you're a jerk - leader of twilight people

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Track Name: Fastfoward
*VCR noise*
Track Name: Nine-Person Salute
Look at that starry field:
red, white and Unionized blue
my daddy flew it when he
drove down Old Fourth Ward
my granddaddy flew it
when he screamed at the sit-in
my great-granddaddy flew it
when he killed a scholar on a dare

and yet, it's totally innocent -
innocuous symbol in the sky
don't know why they hate it
it symbolizes my pride
whatever connotation it has
that's not its intention

I already forgot its origin
why give into the hysteria

look at that flag
lapping in the coastal wind
actually, it's about ethics in
the ability to choose our path
my ancestor flew it
when he did a Mandingo
my other ancestor flew it
when he held his own superiority

and yet, it's totally innocent -
innocuous symbol in the sky
don't know why they hate it
it symbolizes my pride
whatever connotation it has
that's not its intention

I already forgot its origin
why give into the hysteria

my flag means peace and love
especially me and me
my pride outweighs your pain
my pride supersedes complaint
I have Uncle Tom for it
outliers look unreasonable now
I split your identity
cause I don't want change

and yet, it's totally innocent -
innocuous symbol in the sky
don't know why they hate it
it symbolizes my pride
whatever connotation it has
that's not its intention

I already forgot its origin
why give into the hysteria
I don't mean to oppress you
I don't want you to take off
my favorite Dodge Charger
in place of more Norman Lear
postmodern should suicide
you liberals never change my Southern pride
Track Name: Dai
I let it slip away
lying in my bed, bars keep company
no need for my fingers
no need whatsoever
sleeping since a November day
last thing I saw:
bright lights in my eyes
and I swam in the chaos

down to the river I go
let myself melt into the crevice
no need for my body
no need for anything
and so I meld with the still waters
become one with the world
and finally let myself go
before I make a fool of myself

it's very beautiful what you see
on the other side of consciousness
everything's eternal bliss
much like heaven for the populace
but sometimes it'll all go sour
and I CAN'T SCREAM MYSELF AWAY
IT FEELS LIKE FOREVER
IT NEVER ENDS

down to the river I go
try to glue myself together
but it never works
I'll never be awake
and so I melt with the water
raging as if it wants to enslave me
nobody gets that I'll never be back
because I AM UNABLE TO
Track Name: Shift the Focus
Demons wine and dine souls
temp them with shifted love
that's not the middle of the road
instead your new corruption
when the Exodus begins again
and seven years of pain set in
don't think of it as here today,
gone tomorrow - it's not that way

heavenly joy is surreal to me
sexual energy flows aplenty
you're enriched with the Spirit
hormonal kind of transcendence
you think you feel pent up
during the rave-up, but the snub
towards people not of His persuasion
seven years without libidinous occasion

if Heaven is unfiltered
like the water from a river
you'll be submissive
we need to shift the focus

things aren't much better aboard
trying to turn you into a new soldier
a new body with energy soaring
but as pathetic as a sterile sinner
God won't let you get relief
or rather, his seraphim in charge of training
smashing down Applebee's, pent-up, no release
your misery turns you to slowly rely on Him

if Heaven is unfiltered
like the water from a river
you'll be submissive
we need to shift the focus

demons wine and dine Souls
break Syd's mind with open windows
you're now the slave of a new order
one Schulberg said Will Rogers was forever
any change is unwelcome during the charge
selfish is the new Golden Rule in our
contemporary one-way-truth society
isn't that what Premillennialism is, you son of a bitch?!

if Heaven is unfiltered
like the water from a river
you'll be submissive
we need to shift the focus

Jerry and Tim, this is what you've wanted now
N-I-C-O-L-A-E
Track Name: Jewish Twin Elvises
Singing a song about Jewish twin Elvises
separated by a family in poverty
one the son of a preacher
one the son of a farmer

singing a song about Jewish twin Elvises
one is the Dream - the genuine thing
the other's the impersonator
and Elvis still lives

singing a song about Jewish twin Elvises
100% support of Six-Day War
thought I'd mention that
18-year-old midlife crisis

singing a song about Jewish twin Elvises
one's the son of a dreamer
one's the son of God
we have to sell this story about twin Elvises
o Hosanna

up in the air, down on the ground

soaring higher than my soul could take me
towards the avenue they call eternity
careening down, my physical form falls
left to smolder in the metal ashes
the pain is necessary for Christendom
the pain allows me to reinvent myself
I GET A NEW BODY-
A NEW BODY-
TO CARRY-
Track Name: Song to Keep America in Check
from the perspective of Dylann Roof:

Wriggle like an eel
crawl out of the sod
I am a child of God
but my country's quite unreal

gay people on the prowl
our music in disarray
secular is now okay
my way is superior (sorry for the slant, Ken)

fuck fairly - they guide us down
a path of hedonism, unironic, proud
my life is a one-way street
believe it or you might get beat

bird seed and Beverly
roofies and sodomy
women are mine to keep
keep your Flynt away from me

dancers in the dark
neckburn Icelandic part
America is where we're free
except for girls and freaks

fuck fairly - they guide us down
a path of hedonism, unironic, proud
my life is a one-way street
believe it or you might get beat

I'm a modern Travis Bickle
and the world is my oyster
walk along the beach boardwalk
and I see a world in need of bleach
oooh, throughout the city
oooh, multicultural Hell
oooh, pluralist Satanism
so Jude was right with the false prophets

hit them where it hurts
walk in through the doors
ministry through pain
effective way of all
81-root gave their all
bowed down before their Lord
I told them the whole Word
I told them everything

fuck fairly - they guide us down
a path of hedonism, unironic, proud
my life is a one-way street
believe it or you might get beat

apartheid of religion
Christ would've agreed
whatever people do to forget me
they will only spread my name
Shen can never snuff my concept
I am the Last Rhodesian
Track Name: The Parallax View
The son you thought your son
was the son you thought you
son to be was a total lie, I agree,
a lie that led her down a ramp
to her death, I agree, you pulled out a knife
it's alright, the stab wounds are only mental
your parallax concepts kill people
isn't that a cryin' shame

get the big picture, take Hollywood
out back to where we do our dirty work
anything you see fit, it's an unconcept
try telling that to Jazz
she's convinced Orwell's eaten her paradise
oh my god that's not the point
I should say, please parallax the view
it moves slower in the back

I'm sure His blood won't save you now

the son you twisted, the son you
killed, the son your concept drug down
what if she was a true disciple
she'd be on the throne for eternity
you, you're so caught up in your hate
variation is demonology times three
stop paying visit to property law
and focus on your endless prayer

I'm sure His blood won't save you now

tuck job
now, isn't that funny
am I god of comedy
a natural Neil Hamburger
tuck job
man, I crack myself up
don't look at me, it's satire
it's supposed to offend

look beyond the surface
at the details in the back
don't focus on the foreground
you might miss the other bit
there's more than love and jokes
deep-seated concepts too
I think you're born mad
tuck job

John Flynt
John Walker Flynt
John Walker Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-
Track Name: They Wrote the Music and Lyrics
I love you, Jesus
You gave life to me
You cleansed me in my dark times
You're more than what they say

simple teacher crucified
they didn't understand
the backbone of a religion
a little rude, but it was worth it

now if only forgiveness spilled over
I'd have it made
but they still latch to the old days
nothing I can do about it

I love you, Jesus
but Your friends are really fucked
not saying their professions are bad
but their legacies aren't so hot

from dissent spawns interpretation
muddled speech "clarified"
they wrote the music and lyrics
but you cemented the idea

now if only forgiveness spilled over
I'd have it made
but they still latch to the old days
nothing I can do about it

(figure out the rest yourself)
Track Name: Shiny Dance (another jian ghomeshi song)
I wandered in my mental desert
bereft of any feedback, where
I met my insecurity daemon
sewn all Eng-like to my head
I couldn't handle simple pain
I quit and heard so much
lost in a dimming desert plain
I couldn't get myself to give a fuck

until I met You, the Prototype Woman
Mother Sky's shiny dance erased Mushroom Head
and Your Son, with an animatronic bear,
took one for the team on the X

I felt trapped in my obscured eye
I can't get the fog to die
now I understand Mitchell's tears
I know it's a dig at Rowan there
but hey, is Listie bawled at absence
comedy is pain on the other side
little they know they suppress
emotion for laughs - critics sigh

they know You, the Prototype Woman
Mother Sky's shiny dance erased Mushroom Head
and Your Son, with an animatronic bear,
took one for the team on the X

Hand in hand, we walked down
allegory beach around to
where I said no more, cut to Pioneer turtle,
and I turned around and noticed loneliness at darkest hour
I asked you, "What's the idea behind this?
want me to go deep down until I cry?"
and You said, "I held you in My arms
during those times."

I love You, the Prototype Woman
Mother Sky's shiny dance erased Mushroom Head
and Your Son, with an animatronic bear,
took one for the team on the X

I know you, the Prototype Woman (God)
Mother Sky's shiny dance erased Mushroom Head
and Your Son, with an animatronic bear,
took one for the team on the X
Track Name: Circle Sky
not my property
Track Name: Karen Carpenter
Two four three
legs give way, heart gives way
stop breath, stop thought
last - her brother chewing her out
"oh, if you're fat, nobody will like you
hide you, replace you, trenchcoat you
but let's fatten you up in 19 hours
no matter what the ipecac does"

sunlight sparkles
in Heaven where be judged
Lord with a gavel, Matlock with wings
damn Dick to the depths of Hell
what was your intention
don't want the truth to come out
one man falls, two pop up
you'll never slay her Hydra

you took away her hands
you took away her bones
you took away her fat
and for what - a platinum plaque?!

when she succ Billboard
they'll love you, Dick
they'll eat you up, Dick
you soft rock junkie piece of shit
she must stay a tree
please look at Ann Wilson
she's hot and without meat
she's what you want, you son of a bitch

you took away her hands
you took away her bones
you took away her fat
and for what - a platinum plaque?!
Track Name: Postlude
I love Too Vape so I created vaporwave
Track Name: Uganda Song for Uganda in Dire Need of Something
from the perspective of a member of the International House of Prayer:

God
please take us to Uganda
it's the shithole of the world
but we can do something there
God
let us minister in Uganda
show them the Light of Heaven
say "fuck you" to Vito Russo

all these people with false joy
living lies in Cronenberg bodies
let us save Uganda as a bleach
deliver us from evil impeached

God
cover our expenses to Uganda
we'll sell Margaret Sanger Thin Mints
but not give them any of the profits
Abba
deliver Uganda from Satan
and please-
wait, his name is Abba?!

we paid Bjork and Benny for the hits
so they're only focused on the cash
God, deliver Uganda - we need it
to show those nasty fags
we're right 'cause WeSaySo
although Earl damned his kind
I don't need that modern religion
I can be cool by God's request only

all these people with false joy
living lies in Cronenberg bodies
let us save Uganda as a bleach
deliver us from evil impeached

they're God's rare gem
they're God's Foot Clan
they minister
all the night long
Uganda sings
salvation brings
Kato in chains
top homos leak

buy a magazine
flip to page 15
recruitment's high
Bradlee Dean on high
exalt Ray Comfort
Scott Lively's our king
deliver Africa
they're black children, God

deliver Uganda!
deliver Uganda!
deliver Uganda!
deliver Uganda!

deliver Uganda
I thrust my hands to feel
up to Heavenly skies
a vapid gesture renown
deliver Uganda
I lieft my voice prostrate
I'm your Garth Algar
you're Furnier if he weren't acting
Furnier if he weren't acting

please deliver Uganda

(blah blah blah Aelita is Franz Hopper's daughter blah blah blah FEZ II is canceled goodbye)
Track Name: Pillar of Salt
from the perspective of a homophobe:

Good weather for an airstrike
bullets rain on the twin cities
Lot's wife, flooded by nostalgia,
turned and saw the light
the nuclear explosion calcified
turned her to a pillar of salt
for dating to have a memory
of a city she was a part of

leave her as a memory, Lot
she wasn't devoted to the cause
your devotion requires Me to
dissolve you in the ocean

now that town was wicked
you saw it first hand with Mike and Gabe
they said they wanted to know
but they were hard with vengeance
the town wasn't friendly at all
because their birth damned them
all they knew was getting hard to
the same, their clone, chromosome

leave her as a memory, Lot
she wasn't devoted to the cause
your devotion requires Me to
dissolve you in the ocean

you can change them, you can change all the way
the problem isn't society, but you
natural sin gave you wrong erection
Satan pulls Lugosi strings to drag you

good weather for a change
but it's not my change
God's silent on the matter
so I call the shots now
golden rule becomes hell
kind is the new condescending
to prevent more pillars
from forming on land

leave her as a memory, Lot
she wasn't devoted to the cause
your devotion requires Me to
dissolve you in the ocean
leave her as a memory, Lot
she wasn't devoted to the cause
your devotion requires Me to
dissolve you in the ocean

aberration sexual
pattern against Jesus
usar pillar realize
cleansing laundry nanny
discipline with fist now
blame it on new demons
sugar, games and music
Twinkies made homophobic

at least we unpersoned that fag in City Council
at least we threw away that boy's expression with a truck
let's not forget that premed in that cornfield, crying
and Brandon, vacant Magnum head now in Hell

they're all pillars of salt, you motherfucker.
Track Name: Going On
V1, first half of the refrain, and V3 from the perspective of me
V2, second half of the refrain, and V4 from the perspective of my ex

Maybe it's time I should let go
well, I don't know
it's been a part of my life for sometime
I'm afraid to regress
I can't go on
there's an emptiness filling my heart
and I can't exactly replenish it
let me be

why won't you leave me
why won't you let me be happy
I did everything I could for you
just leave me alone
I don't need your misery
I'm going on without you
don't you pull me down
don't you crumble me apart

don't you leave me here
disposing of me like chicken bones
I'm not your toy anymore
maybe it's time we left

she's been clawing at my window
for days on end
I don't know why you left
well, it was for your good
you don't need to pay your dues
and besides, I don't know you
let's just listen to old records
and move on with your life

but that's the problem
your music conjures your spirit
I can't shun you
but I can't see you anymore
I'm some pathetic piece of shit
and you, well, you're you
have you done enough damage
have you already ruined my life

don't you leave me here
disposing of me like chicken bones
I'm not your toy anymore
maybe it's time we left
Track Name: Segue Carlos
Apples of the Silver Segue
Seguebahn
Seguecorn
Music for Seguemarkets
Seguegerine Dream
Segue pun goes here
Track Name: Psychedelic Pep Pills
5:34 in the evening
just another terrible day
they say that I hate God
but I know God loves me
He's in space, all wide-eyed
looking at the violence his in vain
all the hate, too much blood
too many half-assed message songs

could you calm the fuck down
when women control and men kiss men
your shtick is so fucking old
you sound like a retard

the world is becoming right
everybody else is wrong
oppression and whoredom
people take folk tales too seriously
a book club now battles
against gung-ho cocksuckers
I doubt Jesus and Mohammed would like this
their dreams burnt by our neurotype

could you calm the fuck down
when women control and men kiss men
your shtick is so fucking old
you sound like a retard

turn on the news to hear good things
Bill's on the radio, screaming at Jeremy
Hannity's stabbing Colmes in the lungs
and I'm about to fall apart
even Ron lies in this day and age
our hope has become another greedy cunt
America is run on so much hype
god, I sound worse than Robert Lamm

could you calm the fuck down
when women control and men kiss men
your shtick is so fucking old
you sound like a retard

because laziness is what our country needs
and backwards is what we're going to be
Track Name: Bubbles
Nothing before the clock
nothing after the fall
would you savor the moment
would you care at all

waking up to a new day
sun's smiling down on me
and my mom
go into her wings

blow into the wand
just like the other kids
let the bubbles burst on their time
keep mine alive as is

wow - Evan Dando's right
but she keeps me by her side
blowing bubbles in my chair
they'll come back tonight

some of the thoughts come to me
Mom and her syrup every night
what did Daddy say again
nevermind - just let the idiot be

blow into the wand
just like the other kids
let the bubbles burst on their time
keep mine alive as is

and when she died
I had nowhere else to go
but the bubbles to keep me company
but the bubbles to put me to sleep

and when Daddy ran away
I had nowhere else to go
but to bubbles
but why did the bubbles ignore my pain?

nothing's been the same (we would get together)
nothing can bring them back again (one day up in the sky)
I can't turn to my wand (back into the care of bubbles)
though I wish it would work (back under her wings)
GO!

blow into the wand
just like the other kids
let the bubbles burst on their time
keep mine alive as is
blow into the wand
just like the other kids
let the bubbles burst on their time
keep mine alive as is
Track Name: Vatican Gift Shop
For sake of divinity, answer me this:
how can You be great, yet be small?
why by the Essence of Music
but have bad musicians for You?
tired of this one-way convo
give me an answer, Lord
is your radio busted, Jesus
am I talking to myself?

nauseating silence
with nothing of note
nauseating nausea
my soul heartwrenched

dear Lord, get it together for all of us
take a firm stand against world pain
why do Your sheep kill good people
push them into incoming traffic
tired of these ambiguities
they're people too, God
fix your fucking radio
am I talking to myself?

nauseating silence
with nothing of note
nauseating nausea
my soul heartwrenched

"and I hear you, I hear you so well
SHUT UP, YOU KID!
everybody's eating at me
Peter in a mannequin
drowned in preservation
you only represent your time
I am timeless, both ancient
I still apply to new knowledge"

nauseating memories
flooding my Vatican gift shop
nauseating apathy
I care and yet I don't
answer me this, God
please say something
I'm tired of my gut misinterpreted
my conscience is not Your voice

"and I hear you, I hear you so well
SHUT UP, YOU KID!
everybody's eating at me
Peter in a mannequin
drowned in preservation
you only represent your time
I am timeless, both ancient
I still apply to new knowledge"
Track Name: American Splendor
79.

Stuck in a rut, nowhere to go
talent rejected by the masses
she preps for what job they gave her
just another day

he comes around to steal a car
but ends up asking her on a date
it culminates in a humbling of their souls
now destined to be some Sherwood bandits

just another sore in the sky
just another mass grave for the villains
just another shot in the eye
just another good-hearted problem

bidi bidi bidi bidi - let it go
let it be given to someone worthy
fallin' over, fallin' over - hold on to it
keep it for the future lives in the world

roam through the forest to reclaim the wealth
the storms and the crash swindled away
another coyote to shoot, another soul to kick
the boys can't help to use a bit of death

just another sore in the sky
just another mass grave for the villains
just another shot in the eye
just another good-hearted problem

bidi bidi bidi bidi - let it go
let it be given to someone worthy
fallin' over, fallin' over - hold on to it
keep it for the future lives in the world

fate would come to the Army
one summer's eve in 1934
in the midst of Lisztomania
they fell down to the ground

one had a deal to live or to die
took the life and gave up the fame
isolated road, red on the dirt
life running slow from their pores

just another sore in the sky
just another mass grave for the villains
just another shot in the eye
just another good-hearted problem

bidi bidi bidi bidi - let it go
let it be given to someone worthy
fallin' over, fallin' over - hold on to it
keep it for the future lives in the world
Track Name: Praise Song/Rewind
This is a praise song
how do I begin?
compare Your love to something
stereotypically majestic
some people in the front row
raise their hands to Heaven
but enough of the phenomena
all I want is You

who gives a damn about the world?
let's leave it in disrepair
because Heaven's all that matters
everything else is malproper

"This is a praise song,"
people sing in corporate praise
saying tired proverbs and clichés
as if God has no ear for talent
He probably has a catalog
of this feel-good bullshit
filed under, "why in the fuck
did I create humanity?"

who gives a damn about the world?
let's leave it in disrepair
because Heaven's all that matters
everything else is malproper

those liberal libtards trying to protect this
den of thieves from idle hands
they're worthless, worthless - all God wants
is 2281 to happen
He's nothing more than a Bethesda nut
and frankly, we should be too
with images of the bloody Christ
shooting up through our fucking veins

I give a damn about the world!
I can't leave it in disrepair
Heaven's never mattered
everything else is proper

please give a damn about the world!
can't leave it in disrepair!
Heaven never fucking mattered
it doesn't exist at all
it's just a state of mind!