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Roswell Unlimited

by Don Kongo

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1.
I used to pretend you’re an angel But it’s better now that I know I tried at playing Icarus Getting burnt just to kiss the glow But my singed lips serve to remind me It’s a dangerous game that you play I’m a moth within the firelight And I can’t even get away But I don’t want to You--You broke my mirror You made me what I am I see you clearer You’re a beast disguised as man I said you hurt my feelings You took whatever I had Your unlawful dealings But I’m only a man See, I used to believe in redemption Though to me, that’s a foreign word But your God is truly merciless Of this, I’ve been assured And your soldiers are all syphilitic My advisors are all in despair And when hell befalls these temple walls Leave my heart in disrepair I remember the day you first saw me I’ve been told I looked like a god You presented gifts and prostrated Just another sick façade And I think back to when I first met you I mean truly, and face-to-face You were proud and lost and gluttonous And with that you sealed my fate But I still love you You--You broke my mirror You made me what I am I see you clearer You’re a beast disguised as man I said you hurt my feelings You took whatever I had Your unlawful dealings I’m only a man You--You broke my mirror You took whatever I had I see you clearer You’re a beast disguised as man I said you hurt my feelings You took whatever I had Your unlawful dealings I’m only a man
2.
Footnotes 03:52
I’ve got my blue-dog eyes on you It’s so quintessential Just what normal people do And when the night is overdrawn Just like my credit Then you can wager I’ll be gone, gone, gone, and If towns look just like pin-up girls Just like Jayne Mansfield Then I know just who I can blame Why David Foster Wallace died It’s so depressing We come to see the full Midwest I wouldn’t mind it if you told me “Frankly, I’m a little bit put off because you’re overzealous but I’d take that any day over boredom anyway, anyway, anyway,” I just assumed your métier Was sidelong glances Though I guess that don’t pay too well Assumptions always lead me wrong I’m second-guessing But in a way my faith is strong A surface reading of this song Leaves something wanting The footnotes give it all away Which is of course just like my heart Troublesome vessel Which makes me loath to speak my mind I wouldn’t mind it if you told me “Frankly, I’m a little bit put off because you’re overzealous; but I’d take that any day over boredom anyway, anyway, anyway,”
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Diary of a Madman (free) 02:19
Love, be thou forewarned—that I am truly crazy A madness born of love—by turns blind, scared, and lazy And in this daft pursuit—both glad and filled with sorrow Say I’m alright today—and then go mad tomorrow I—I ruminate on all the little gestures that you make I like the selfies that you take I think about you even though you never quite come around My feet just leave the ground, and Just when I think I’ve peaked—my vision gets all hazy I stalk your Facebook posts—I swear, though, I’m not crazy You liked a photo once—my ex put on my wall and I take it for a sign—my skin begins to crawl I—I ruminate on all the little comments that you make I ditch my homework for you sake I pray that when I ask you, you will say I came around And your feet will leave the ground It would seem you are mocking It would seem like you, you're just mocking me No I’m not fucking man—I’m fucking filled with sorrow You flirted yesterday—and then you’re straight tomorrow It's time I pack my bags—it’s high time I head home, and You too would thus go mad—if you were thus alone, I (Samples used: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pSEDRvNkw7I Beethoven's 6th, and https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ne4a0yXSShE Haydn's "Lamentatione". Samples used for entertainment purposes only.)
4.
I’m grasping at straws with you don’t know who I am I wake up at 4 PM with you in my hands And if you get restless I’ve a ploy on demand You seem like you’re keen, but you don’t love me again All that you leave me is strange loss and a feeling like I’m I’m grasping at straws with you don’t know where I stand I’ll ask my ex-boyfriend and he’ll give me a hand You know it’s bad news, if he’s in the mix, ‘Cause he never liked you, he thought you were the pits All that you give me is strange loss and a feeling like I’m I wish that I could say you lied to me ‘Cause then it wouldn’t be my fault Grasping at straws just to parse what you mean You leave me clues, then you depart I’ll open my eyes, this time I’ll open my eyes Stop being so blind so I can see your disguise You come as a friend, you bear a white flag But you will consume me, from the start to the end All that you leave me is strange loss and a feeling like I’m Grasping at straws, with you I’m grasping at straws Why don’t you bite down, my love, I’m trapped in your jaws I’d rather to break, than be torn apart The tearing, of course, is what you do to my heart All that you leave me is strange loss and a feeling like I’m Grasping at straws, I am so lost for you Perceiving omens from above I let you touch me in our younger days But that’s just not what I call love
5.
Me, deceive you? Well ain’t it just like me to go and leave you No it ain’t because I want you in my life, my dear, I really need you, Bad behavior Am I really full of bad behavior? I assumed that one of you was playing me, we three could solve it later Now—I guess I’m gonna pin it down I guess I better think of something I got two sweet boys on the line And it’s not the sort of thing you write down But I guess I better figure it out My brain’s all Jackson Pollock And I can’t even see what it means Back and forth, and back, and forth—I just can’t get you out of my head Back and forth, and back, and forth—there’s two things that need to be said Back and forth, and back, and forth—he who loves is always misled Back and forth, and back, and forth—I just can’t get you out of my head Out of my head Call me baby In my defense he always called me baby And all this time, hey, where were you, my dear, it’s not like you have called me lately Say I’m sorry Oh of course I’m gonna say I’m sorry But I gotta put it on the line and tell you “no” so he don’t worry Now—I guess I’m gonna pin it down I guess I better think of something I got two sweet boys on the line And it’s not the sort of thing you write down But I guess I better figure it out My brain’s all Thomas Pynchon Back and forth, and back, and forth—I just can’t get you out of my head Back and forth, and back, and forth—there’s two things that need to be said Back and forth, and back, and forth—he who loves is always misled Back and forth, and back, and forth—I just can’t get you out of my head Back and forth—back—forth Back and forth—back—forth Back and forth—back—forth …
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Moonsickness 03:21
I saw his head upon your lap My God, I can’t believe it I should’ve seen it coming Such an intimate moment—fuck, Such an intimate moment—fuck I would’ve looked into your eyes, Like a train about to hit me Wouldn’t change the way things stand Such an intimate moment—fuck Such an intimate moment—fuck I got my qualms I got my qualms I know I wasn’t supposed to see You were a two-person world And I was just an interloper Such a tender moment—fuck, Such a tender moment—fuck Am I some low-down Peeping Tom, Some skeezy brat up in your biznez Where I don’t fucking belong Such a tender moment—fuck, Such a tender moment—fuck, I’ve got this moonsickness--and I don’t know why I’m like a Tiger on the prowl but I’m just a fly, on the wall, On the floor, crying myself into submission I’m like a strange witness to your private affair, Of course it’s just my predilection for more intimate faire that Left me on the ground, crying on the floor tonight I’ve got this moonsickness—and I don’t know why I'm like a Gentleman of course but so envious, of your love Of your man, crying myself into submission I’m like a strange witness to your private affair, And like a cosmic intuition something brought me there To break my heart, and leave my crying on the floor tonight
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Insomniac 03:52
When everybody else is asleep I think aboutcha—and I touch myself twice (Lights out) When everybody else is asleep I think aboutcha—and I touch myself twice (Lights out) See, everybody else is asleep I’m on aboutcha—I’d treat ya so nice (Lights out) See, everybody else is asleep but I’m on aboutcha—and I’d treat ya so nice (Lights out) I—don’t even want to think about Monday morning I—don’t even want to see a world past tonight No—my friends say to go to sleep, I forget about it I—don’t think I’m gonna sleep again after tonight ‘Cause everybody else is asleep but you and I When everybody else is asleep I think aboutcha—and I touch myself twice When everybody else is asleep I think aboutcha—and I touch myself twice See, everybody else is asleep I’m on aboutcha—I’d treat ya so nice See, everybody else is asleep but I’m on aboutcha—and I’d treat ya so nice I—I’m addicted to the goods that you’re providing I—I’ll take you out on the town at 2 AM My mind is fried but I don’t mind I fucking do this all the time, I’m like a modern Oscar Wilde, and shit I’ve got no place to hide, I’ll *Take you out behind the church and fuck you twice—wouldn’t that be nice? God came to me in a dream saying, “sing it faster!” God came to me, in a dream telling me “sing it faster!” Frankly when you fuck me I wouldn’t mind begging you just to go a little faster, a little faster Frankly when you fuck me I wouldn’t mind begging you just to go a little faster, a little faster … You—you’re a dream, a dream
8.
Deep—so deep inside my heart— I hear an ugly voice Why—when I ask myself why it’s like I never even had a choice I feel a storm is coming I feel a demon coming Deep—this demon in my heart A fire burning Why—so far, within my heart So far away from me I feel the end is coming I feel my power coming I feel the end is coming I feel your waves in coming Through my soul and down my body O Demon, Down my body Weeks—I’ve spent alone at night They build inside me When—I see you I feel like My body is a Land in which a storm is brewing In your storms are brewing Seeds—of doubt within my mind Of my benevolence Crimes—of passion in my mind My hands around their necks As though Sweet death was coming Blue tunnels overwhelming O, bless this demon’s coming Sweet angels, demons coming
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Tech Support 01:36
10.
Miracoletto 03:27
Darling—it would be right if we got together You’re not a crush from afar You’re so real I—I wanna see if we get together Will you pay me back in kind Could I come and stay the night? Do you wanna keep dreaming? Do you like the songs I write? Do you have any hobbies? And are you all alone tonight? Is it so peculiar? Does it really sound alright? Would you mind if I call you? Call your name throughout the night? Sweetheart—do not think me so ungrateful As to toss you on the shoals Of an angry ocean Maybe—it would be right if we got together Though I’m full of greed and loss I can settle for just one night Do you wanna say something? You’re being so uptight And it’s not really like you Is it just a mood you’re in tonight? Or perhaps are you frightened? Is it something in your past? But I wouldn’t desert you; I want to make this last Oh, love What is for? All these anxious feelings? Oh, love What does it mean? All these ancient feelings? For—you It’s all for you Of course for you Anything for you This song’s for you For you Miracolletto It’s all for you
11.
B-b-b-b-babble, boy that’s all you ever do I just wa-wa-wa-wa-wa--nna understand you You m-m-m-make me crazy, ‘cause I used to idolize you I was your prophet, goddamn, I proselytized you Now you only come in on them faded signals, ‘cause you Only ever want me when you’re stroking your e--go and you Don’t so really care for the kind of conversation that Real people have You’re not my friend You’re not my Bible I’m not your friend I’m not a child You fuckin’ suck You don’t even know who [redacted] was But you try to hypnotize them to believe it And sure you could say that drag is fabulous But you’re stealing things that aren’t for your kind You used to be Messianic in proportions but you’ve Fallen Yeah, you used to be Messianic in proportions but you've faded, faded, faded, faded getting faded, faded, faded, faded... You only come in on them faded signals, and you You only come in on them faded signals, and you Only come in, on them faded signals Faded, faded, faded, faded, getting... I’m not your friend I’m not a child You’re not my friend You’re not my Bible You fuckin’ suck
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Go—there—with the stars in your eyes, what a fresh, new surprise to me— Where—is the bomb that you promised, you slipped, and you lost it but Right—here—there’s a current of vowels, we’ll slide off our towels get Fresh—wait—did you want to go sinning? I’ve never been swimming there Ah-ooh; Summer in Guiyang is all I would ask for Come—here—just drop the disguise, use the tears from your eyes and cry Some—thing—tells me you’re not from Boulder, it might be your smolder but I—feel—that the neon diversion makes lights of dispersion of Us—and---if you want, I call airman, we’ll act like the Chairman Ah-ooh; Summer in Guiyang is all that I ask for
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Quotidia 04:39
Take my hand, take a drag, take a seat take a cab, don’t you know? It’s such a silly simple life We’re all just dancing knife by knife Pass the beer, pass a class, pass a chance of your life, now it’s gone I know they’re speaking ill of me But we’ll just have to wait and see How--did it get, so, te,rrifying? Did we fall so out of place Are we even still alive, and Is it worth this saving face? Call the shots, call your dad, call for shots call a cab, but it’s fine They’ll never see the reason why Before you sleep each night you cry Raise the flag, paint it white, skip the party tonight, but it’s fine Reminds you what you’re cautious of They’ll swarm you if they smell your blood How--did it get, so, te,rrifying? Did we fall so out of place Are we even still alive, and Is it worth this saving face? You go on as you always have Cry in the bathroom Look in the mirror But you’ll be fine And you’ll be fine It’s all you know to keep on moving Just force a laugh Laugh it off And you’ll be fine And you’ll be fine Why does it always seem It falls to us to pick up the pieces Why does it always seem It falls to you and me to pick up the pieces Of our humdrum lives Why does it always seem It falls to us to pick up the pieces Why does it always seem It falls to you and me to pick up the pieces Of our lives Say you’re fine, say it’s great, ‘cause it’s really okay Just one lie You wouldn’t want to make a fuss Just get down, socialize with us How you still look ahead to when life as we know it is gone But even when disaster strikes You go on acting like it’s fine
15.
She crossed three rivers just for you, it’s not like it even matters Drew circles on her eyes for you, but of course it didn’t matter Told me to smile nice for you, it’s not like it really matters Cast coins upon the ground for you, not like it even matters Oh did you think that it was all a game? Or did you figure it for a story? She had pearls upon her breasts You should have seen her eyes She was lookin’ right at you But of course that’s a slight digression It was a full moon On the night of your transgression She made the rivers just for you, not like it even matters She built a temple in the woods, but what’s the difference She blinked three times and wished for you, as if it even matters And you spit dirt into her eyes, not like it even matters There’s elephants on the horizon Like boulders on parade All these sentimental feelings No sunshine in this shade I wanna tell you how I’m feeling I wanna tell your mother you’re a bastard But she would only scoff
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Sufjan 05:10
Sufjan—did I tell you my love went to war? It’s a quaint metaphor Did I tell you his life was a bore since the age of sixteen, do you know what I mean? Do you know—what I’ve seen? Do you know anymore? Sufjan—would you give me a kiss on the cheek? Think of God—and the meek, All in church once a week All the earth—theirs to keep, but who knows what they seek? Sufjan—something more that I wanted to say, but there’s thoughts in the way Did I tell you I asked for his hand, like an old-fashioned man, like a boy on the move Drinking tea on the roof, acting awful aloof But I didn’t want a firefight I just had a lot of feelings Something that I wanted off my chest And did he tell you all his stories? Pretty clear that he’s depressed But he was always so well-dressed Sufjan—did I tell you my life’s like a fox? They both end in a tale. Did I tell you I gave it my all—with my fists on the wall Will I ever prevail? Am I destined to fail? Am I destined to fall? Sufjan—it all seems it was so long ago; wonder if he still knows Like it happened in some other life; say will you be my wife? But I didn’t want a firefight I just had a lot of feelings Something that I wanted off my chest And did he tell you all his stories? Pretty clear that he’s depressed But he was always so well-dressed Did I tell you that I'm better now? That I think I’ve found a way to cope Found a way to save my soul ‘Cause I’ve just got a lot of feelings— Something that I’ve wanted off my chest I’ve always been something of a mess All the doctors say I'm better now— Now I’ve got him off my mind I don’t want to press rewind But I cannot help but feeling When with him I was at my best A sort of lantern burning in my chest Sufjan
17.
When love is delicious, it can still be pernicious But just say what you wish, and we can plan our escape I’ll act all capricious when the timing’s auspicious But whenever I ask, your dad will say no Isn’t that all, that a fool, just like me, could, ask for? And is it the Fall, that a fool, back in E, den would ask for? Your father’s fat lawyers, like some modern Tom Sawyers Will use their red tape, to thwart our escape Your mother will ban me, and slap me with a fan, the fancy Kind with the lace, a slap in the face Isn’t that all, that two fools, just like us, could, ask for? Is it the Fall, that those fools, back in Eden, had asked for? I’ll lose some weight, change my name, get a job, buy a castle; Your father, your mom, would surely, have, to approve We could reunite just like it was a fable When I’m thirty and I’m financially stable We would run into each other on the Metra And I confess that I am single and I wantcha In a minute I would ask about your escrow Minimal interest and we’ll kiss about it let’s go Head to the shoebox and we’ll marry ‘caure we’re able And you daddy can’t say shit because it’s legal Call my brother ‘cause he has to be the best man Not a problem ‘cause I know that you’re a big fan Not for money I don’t wanna play the blame game I just want all your affection and your surname When we’re sixty and we live at Seven Gables And still copulating just because we’re able Call your mother and you tell her not to worry Only answer she can muster is “I’m sorry”
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Biology 03:50
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Elijah 04:01
Elijah—the girls want to meet you, Elijah—Ariser—To find ya—the girls will persist in their way, in their way Elijah—I’m so glad to meet you, Elijah—Surpriser—Elijah—and I will persist in my way, in my way In the name of God the Highest I do hereby swear To abide the laws of Moses [I don’t really care] Do you dream of the loving fold—that’s in excelsis Or do you dream electric sheep? Do you dream of these loving hands—upon your body? Or cast my dreams into the sea? Elijah—the prophet of Jews in the risers—Elijah—they’ll find ya—the Jews shall persist in their way, in their way Elijah—the fans in the stands scream Elijah—Pariah—Elijah—your fans do persist in their way, in their way Elijah—my jaw and my eyeballs go hollow—I follow—Elijah—how God doth persist in His way, in His way In the name of God the highest, and of Zadok, too I do abide laws of Moses [just to undress you] Do you dream of the loving fold—that’s in excelsis Or do you dream electric sheep? Do you dream of these loving hands—upon your body Or cast my dreams into the sea? Elijah! O, Elijah

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Escaping from his cryostasis pod after three centuries of imprisonment, Don Kongo finds himself surrounded by the horrors of the 21st century: the Midwest, technology, religion, and boys! Will he escape and find transcendence through music? Or is Redemption truly a foreign word? (The seventh studio album by Don Kongo follows no such plot.)

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released August 27, 2016

Written and recorded by Don Kongo. Production advising by Hannah Ganzel, Collin Labak, and Ann Lahucik. Album art taken by Andrew Larson.

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