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The Suicide of Miss Melancholy

Integrity Is Plastique

Joshua Frattarola - solo




The Suicide of Miss Melancholy

Released 2001
All Lyrics and Music by Joshua Frattarola (except "Come Thou Fount")
© 2001 Fratt Music (ASCAP)
Movement I: Presto

Pretty young Melancholy sits inside her room
Scared to think that life may be over too soon
She was born without a heart, or so they assume

Slicing her wrists before dinner, it’s always the same
She winces to think of the razor, its all just a game…
It’s all just a game in her head, yet she still feels the pain

   In your mind there’s a shadow of disbelief
   Some light of hope outside of the grief
   What you wouldn’t give for a savior to give some relief
Save me…Save me, so I’ll never be alone again…so I’ll never be alone
Save me…Save me, so I’ll never be alone again…oh I’ll never be alone

I’m sick and I’m tired of being so tired that it sickens me
I’m aching from all of the demons I’ve taken to bed with me
I want to sleep in peace…I just want to live

I’ll save you… I’ll save you, so you’ll never be alone again…so you’ll never be alone
I’ll save you… I’ll save you, so you’ll never be alone again…so you’ll never be alone

Movement I: Adagio

Rummage sales of ancient advertisements
Cloud the churches all around the empty city
Leaving sermons to the lowlifes in the press box…
   A nation stands defenseless

Graduation Day and all the hounds are gathered
Scouting out the future talent for a desk job
Little babies taught that spending is a virtue…
   Integrity is plastic.

How long? How long until you open up your eyes?
How long? How long?

New December, and all the children are praying,
To a Coca-Cola, Santa Claus Messiah
All the parents are burning up their checkbooks…
Celebrate the giving

How long? How long until you open up your eyes?
How long? How long?

Is it too much to ask for some divulgence
Of the melancholy madness all around us?
Turn a blind eye to an incarcerated conscience…
America, the godless

How long? How long until you open up your eyes?
How long? How long?

Movement I: Andante

Seek the truth; it will free you
Know the earth; it will teach you
There must be something more to life

All the stars are screaming
As the earth is moving
Slowly falling out of harmony

Galaxies in motion
Stretching, tearing, splitting
Resonating sounds of dissonance

   Most of humanity, blinded by sanity – changing
   Searching for deafening tones of a reason for living…
   But they’re already dying

   There is no hope in a world that refuses to reason
   God is no longer dead, we know He never existed…
   the fools of time have spoken - you’ll be heard

Movement II: Larghetto

Surrogate
Father me
Conquer purity
Break my trust

   Fall down on the floor – compromise
   You can have it all - only rescue me, lover
Innocence
Escape me
I don’t want to feel
Anything

   Deface, vandalize – call it love
   Blame me, twist my words - only rescue me, lover
You posses
Everything
Was that not enough?
Disappear

   Take more, have your fill - charlatan
   You can have it all - only rescue me, lover

Movement II: Andante

Crazy Terry and the Walking Dead
Open sewers and a talking head
A sat inside for a minute or three, until the minister at the altar sacrificed the point for levity
The third knee-slapper found me heading for the door
While the minister searched the pockets of the people shouting out for more
The aisleway was slow, due to the traffic of all the citizens being baptized who fit the local demographic

   I couldn’t see through the mist of tears
   I took a survey from the usher as a souvenir
   The preacher prayed as the people cried
   And the accompanying guitarist turned his amp up high

There He was, He was sitting on the curb
I wondered if He had an idea what had just occurred
"In all respect," I said, "What are You doing here?"
He said, "Man, I haven’t been inside that place for years!"

I shook my head, He shifted His eyes
To a billboard with a quote the preacher plagerized
A bus pulled up with a hobo inside
He said, "This is my church, wanna take a ride?"

   The bus was heading down the end of the road
   I said religion was a heavy load
   I grimaced at the thought of what He might say
   He said, "Now, that’s the brightest thing you’ve said all day"

"nevermind the baffled kings"
"live for what you see in me"
"you will find the truth you seek"
"and the truth will set you free"…so be free!

Now, Crazy Terry and the Rock ‘n’ Roll Band
Are still touring all across the land
Crusades are the latest thing
The concert’s F R E E ! … with a love offering

Me and Jesus are doing fine
Taking the road one mile at a time
Loving folks with the greatest of ease
Dirty shirts, holes in our knees

   They do it all in the name of God
   The checks, they cash in the name of God
       Me and Jesus, we shake our heads…
    It’s just Crazy Terry and the Walking Dead

Movement III: Allegro

Fail, all I do just seems to fail
All my efforts lack the substance
I want an unadulterated change

Miss Melancholy, what a name
Take it. Burn it. Please release me.
I want an unadulterated change

   Could it be as simple as love?
   Publicized by pouring Your blood
   Could it be as simple as love?
   I find it hard to trust that all my past is just fading

   What of all the wandering nights?
   What of all the innocence lost?
   What of every tax that my soul bears?
   And what of all the times I drew a lance right through Your heart?

I want no pontificated view
All I care to have is You
Oh, I want an unadulterated change

I believe...no more shallow days
I receive...no more guilty shame
I believe...only You can save
Save me...I only want to change

Movement III: Moderato

It's three in the afternoon somewhere in another part of the world
She can see the stars tonight; everybody can see she's a different girl
It seems funny that the world is turning, and the train is moving, and still she feels the same
Like she'd never been wet before, while she slept under the rain

so close your eyes this time
It'll be alright...you are mine

Day breaks, she can see the moon
Light cuts through a shingle in the waiting room
"Miss Melancholy, I presume"
She can tell by the sound of His breath that it's Him
She's stunned not to feel ashamed of the way she looks or the way He says her name
She can see her face in his...He still sees the innocence of her frame

so close your eyes this time
It'll be alright...you are mine

(Everyone's afraid to die, yet no one wants to live
I'm alive to see His face. His death He gave to execute my years)

So drink a cup of tea with Him. Lay down and fall asleep in His arms
Or burn at the stake for Him...whichever end you meet, you will see Him smile
Nevermind the jaded spirit. Nevermind the moods you used to wear
Nevermind the looks they'll give you. Nevermind your history of fear
so close your eyes this time
It'll be alright...you are mine




Integrity is Plastique

Released 2003
All Lyrics and Music by Joshua Frattarola
© 2002 Fratt Music (ASCAP)
with this doublet

Chaos
Mayhem
Truth is
Fading
Words lose their
Value
Each one an
Emblem
Where is the meaning?

Memoirs and tokens
Elusive and worthless
Thoughts are like phantoms
Where is the meaning?
How do we know we know?

We Can
Reason
Words Are
Immortal

   Just give me an answer    
Not mystical nonsense    
I’m tired of connotations    
Just give me an answer

There is a time and a place for that…
We can;
We can;
Fix this broken man,
We can.

sea-faring men, sir

There you go, you’re starting trouble again
Get an education
If there is a god - he’s on vacation.
What do we gotta do to get it in your head?
We’re only trying to help you.
We know what you’re going through.

You can see a change is highly needed.
There’s no need to feel defeated,
The past is dead and gone.
We’re all hoping for a transformation,
Never mind the desperation
There’s plenty of time for that

   Watch Out! We will,
      (In a closed system)
         [If you begin to question]
   Change the future.
      (In a closed system)
         [the significance of mankind]
   Evolution,
      (of children's futures)
         [you'll only get discouraged]
   Mother Nature
      (and lover's values)
         [so think about the good times]
   Humans fixing
      (Don't be pretentious)
         [Our hope is in the future]
   Human problems.
      (Just optimistic.)
         [The answer is within ourselves.]

We know history can be a little absurd,
All of the crusaders
"Killing-in-the-name-of-Jesus masqueraders"
The future is an alibi
It's time to put our arms down
It's time to lift our heads up high.

You can see a change is highly needed
There's no need to feel defeated
The past is dead and gone
We're all hoping for a transformation
Nevermind the affectations
There's plenty of time for that

Congratulations! The past is dead and gone.
We've finally succeeded
A little R&R was all the planet needed
Or maybe just the Western world
Or maybe it was just me...
But the point is that I feel relieved.

Maybe if you tried to understand the creature,
You'd be less like Hitler and more like a teacher
...and you'd be something in their eyes
How can we suppose to comprehend our fate
And still see a need to procreate?
How can we wallow in our pride?
..."and who are you?"

with what, i?

She said,
"I do not know from where we come
I do not know to where we're going.
I do not know if we exist at all
All I know is nothing's certain."

But then, how does she even know at all
Sometimes, it makes me stop and wonder
Where is the meaning?
What is this life...she said,
"Everybody knows this is paradise."
    "Everybody knows this is paradise."
        "Everybody knows...

I was born the child of an Englishman
He was born in Birmingham
My mother was born a Catholic
They grew older
And I grew indifferent

My dad, he was an unforgiving man
My mom would go to church to pray for him
He didn't love her much
He didn't love much of anything

She stared out the window to the street
A child was folding his umbrella
She turned to me and said with a grin,
"Everybody wants to be a child again"
    "Everybody wants to be a child again"
        "Everybody wants...

Yes everybody wants to know for sure
The root of every factor,
Or are we just a natural disaster?

And we'll try hard to fix our broken wills...and will we?

Everything is everything is Everything is everything is Everything is everything is Everything is everything is...

here hung those lips

Everything...it seems so meaningless
Unless there's hope beyond all common sense
What senses must we stimulate to fill our need?
What we need I cannot seem to reach
I've stretched enough; I've grasped at every reason.
All I've found are endless thoughts in limited space.

Let's not forget what we are
A spectacle of mystical dust
We're puppets to the beckoning hands,
Of paradigms and tedious men.
And I forget who I am
A child without any demands,
Just great aspirations to be
A slave of a lesser degree,
A hostage to be set free...will I be?

But when all you have is some experience
You'll crucify your
intellect and give meaning to another day
Because every day seems like the day before
And every thought capitulates in foretaste
Am I immune to my deficiency?
What is the point in these moralities?

Let's not forget what we are
A galaxy of incessant bizarre.
A burst of life from an unconscious abyss,
A mother's tongue and a Judas kiss.

receive you well

What's left
To want
No hope
No truth

Machines
All void
No hope
No truth

No hope
No truth
Just words
All words

minds are wild

If we are machines
And comparable
If we are alone
All alone
We prefer to keep our lies concealed...concealed

If there is no source
Of our qualities
If all that we are
Was unplanned
This illusion is a sick, cruel joke...a cruel joke
a cruel joke

Hallelujah Hallelujah
Hallelujah Hallelujah

I once fell in love
She was everything
I once fell in love...
I fell in love
But now I cry, for I don't believe that
love exists at all... at all

marry with his brother

She is the life to me
She sleeps downstairs
And in my dreams, I'm so awake
I can feel myself killing her, just to see if I could
She is a mystery to me, and I
I am nothing
...yet still I want to kill her just to see if I could

world, take note

What now?
Which way?
I've reached the cloes
I've turned the page.

Resolve.
Resolve.
I have no key
My soul is chained.

There is a time and a place for that...
We can;
We can;
Fix this broken man...

Your heart,
Your hands,
Were in my eyes,
Since time began.

The earth,
The sky,
Just visions, In an
endless mind.

You and I,
We're both alike.
Yet you have stopped
Where I will not.

The time
Is spent
Each one aware
Through countless tales

These words
Transcribed
My mouth, their ears
Can you deny?

You and I,
We're both alike.
Yet you have stopped
Where I will not.

go, bid the soldiers shoot

And here I stand, no need for disbelief,
Inside this room, there is only you and me.
A leap of faith, both absurd and cannot be justified.

"Take your choice, but one of us must live,
And one of us must surely take the grave.
You can push me in or be sanctified.
all the evidence has been surely tried."


"And don't forget who you are
You are a servant of a powerful God
Not a puppet to the beckoning hands,
Of paradigms and tedious men.

And I forget who I am
You can argue but you must understand,
We're aghast at the state you are in.
You can close your eyes but it won't hide the sin,
And we know just where to begin...you have a need...in Me. "


What about the rules and the epithets
The misunderstanding hypocrites?
Will they ever stop?!

I can't suffer an additional philosophy,
Presuppositions & restraints...I'm stuck in a dichotomy,
You can pick apart my every move
I got nothing left to prove,
I just want to be left

Alone! (Stop listening to the lies.)
Alone! (You've no one left to blame.)
Alone! (You have a choice to make.)
"It's you, not them who's dying."

Now is the time and the place for that...
I can;
I can;
Fix this broken man,
I can.


 
 
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