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Bad Spell - Judi Chicago

I didn’t read the news today, I saw it on a screen
I couldn’t see the lines that I’m supposed to read between
I can’t explain what these computer graphics mean
But I can tell of the things I’ve seen
I’ve seen vultures, with golden arches for wings
Perching on the shoulders of the burger kings
I’ve seen sergeant slaughter with a hot dog for a head
He marches on his stomach, but he’s underfed
Look up above you to see who pulls the strings
You’ll see the cherubim with chicken wings
Try to ignore them, but you’ll only make it worse
It’s not just a bad spell, it’s a fucking curse.

When you’re out
And you’re driving
Are all the roads awash with blood?
Late at night
In your nightmares
Bloated bodies in the mud
I’m been collecting items
To protect me from disease
Some plastic wrap, a crucifix and half a pound of cheese: HEY!

It’s just a bad spell
That we’re going through
You don’t trust me and I hate you
It’s just a bad spell
That we can’t ignore
Too many murders on the dance-floor

The wizard makes you look up his sleeve, you see nothing
He waves his wand and turns everything into nothing – HEY!
9 plus 4 minus the square root of 169 equals nothing
Nothing times nothing plus nothing minus nothing equals nothing – HEY!
The corpse came out to the party and he brought nothing
Not a bottle of wine or some food or some beer he brought nothing…
He stood in the middle of the dance floor and he did nothing
And he made everybody really self conscious because he was rotting.
A whole crowd of people come out to our show and do nothing
They just stand at the back and stare like they’re watching a hanging…
…It’s banging.

Justify your existence
In a world with birth control
I require some assistance
Won’t you come and shave my soul?
I’ve memorized the meaning
Of all kinds of incantations
And I’m throwing bones at all the drones and dead denominations

They’ve cast a bad spell
Over all we’ve got
Dance around the bodies as they rot
It’s just a bad spell
And it’s getting worse
We’ll need to buy a bigger hearse... it’s the last verse…
It’s just a bad spell…

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from Bright Lights, Fun City, released March 31, 2010

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JUDI CHICAGO exists in a parallel universe where beef burgers can rap and alcho-pop whippets puke neon hues over the pavements of the weekend. JUDI CHICAGO is the true underground sound of the oily skyline and sticky sidewalks of Atlanta, Georgia.

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