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Timid Altimeters & Big Boy Pants

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Uploaded by on Jul 3, 2010

Made for Tetricide (http://www.waltproductions.com/tetricide.html), a multimedia art show that opens July 10th, 2010 at Pehrspace (http://www.pehrspace.org/index.htm.)

LYRICS
Armed to the teeth or at least the elbow/start select breach; coptor we stole/rotor and the motor wind syntax belows/timid on the altimiter envelope/I got the key and munitions, Kylie got the time control/she broke the death throes of this temp in the ex/building destined to disintegrate from effects/of the metallic case that earth-axis corrects/so he returns to work with a Spider-Man complex/obliged to minor powers and suited in webs/steals the extra key, is it a federal offense?/but he's dead again by the time I start my descent

Real Men don't have other pants to leave anything in
there are so many tiny ways that we could lose that Spider-Kid
And Real Men don't have other pants to leave anything in
He didn't know it when he was eighteen but we were all on a single hinge

I parachute down, gauge aligns/with the temp's former life mine/and Kylie throws out half her mind/sendin' me back into time/I find myself devaporize/in the carpet wall boxed lines/suffice to say it gets a rise/the drones drop phones and lock their eyes/security is not that shy/a crack of ribs, a crack of flight/I retort reports in kind/but bystanders go "bye bye"

And Real Men don't have other pants to leave anything in
Down to a good knee and a beating heart but there's bits of bone in half of it

Pop the lock and face the S.W.A.T./sweat the vest the shots all stop/they lay a spray I duck take stock/barrage em' back the force defrocks/ballistic nylon sided, lopped/the kevlar's hard but they stay stopped/grab the case from the pedestal/plate glass invitation stoked/mow the glass dive at the town/with less below my ears pop loud/terminal winds and shouting crowds/but I still live the whole way down

And Real Men gotta be a lotta men
and none of them know who to forgive
That Spider-Kid died 3 times
but all he can tell is he got to live

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