INFERNO CA Pt. 1 In the beginning, all you see Is a massive, open field, With sand composed of grains As on the Mojave plains. By the sun, a saucer soars Larger than any plane before, Nova Express unfolds On a laser disc of gold. Galaxian shines golden bright As downward dips its flight, Descending all aflame With the Ineffable Name. A robotic claw so strong With talons sharp and long, Seizes you as you flee The antigravity beam. Lost in the Desert Real Lost in the Desert Real Lost in the Desert Real Lost in the Desert Real Pt. 2 Look down and see Death Valley, The Sierras and Yosemite, Now it’s San Francisco Bay. From Golden Gate To Gilman Street stage, Escape Alcatraz, Follow the train tracks Down Pacific Coast Highway. You find yourself In a surging space, At either end there is a door. What is this place With no fixed floor, You’ve never seen this place before. Why are you here Who never wished to come, Can someone make the light more clear, The floor more firm, The doors set wide, Which are locked and filled with fear. Pt. 3 The masked man smiles, Open your eyes, This is your life, You bleed ink As the scribe writes Inside the Book of Life. You don't know how, but on Mount Lee, Alien Ian sets you free, Lemmy’s at the Rainbow Room, Abductors at the House of Blues, Dee Dee’s at the Troubadour, Darby’s crashed out on the floor, The orchestra pit of Hollywood Bowl, Is your backstage pass to the underworld. No one crowned in Mann’s Chinese, Fears follow where the Black Star leads. Go, advance, don’t miss your chance To tempt Fate on the Walk of Fame! Pt.4 Under the Hollywood Sign A blazing star catches your eye, How it flowers beneath your sight And turns into a butterfly. From Mount Hollywood, Los Angeles looks quite nice. In the Golden Land of Sunshine, You sell shares of Paradise. From Mount Hollywood, Babylon looks rather nice. On the Pacific Rim of Fire, You sold your soul to a Rothschild. You chase her down Mulholland Drive Until you reach a fountainside, She circles round and begins to dip, But disappears so faerie quick. What whisperer disturbs your rest, Uprisen from the blue-tiled edge. From Mount Hollywood, Los Angeles looks quite nice. In the Golden Land of Sunshine, Lease your share of Paradise. From Mount Hollywood, Babylon looks rather nice. In the Pacific Ring of Fire, Live like a suicide. Pt. 5 Unseen to human sight, Spirits who rule regions of night, Agents, permit me to relate, The mystic wonders of your silent state, Inside the jaws of Hell, Where Famine, Vengeance, and Death dwell, Here Morpheus hides his head, And empty dreams on every leaf are spread For the dead. Pt. 6 All I dare say that on this day, You’ll wander far with no delay. Why it is so, one knows below In the Retail Slut on Melrose. On the road to El Dorado, Follow the Blue Streak Racer With the Master and the Margarita To El Segundo Venida. Pt. 7 For the Lord of the Flies, Your soul flies from your eyes. HR Giger opens the tomb, And down you fall to meet your doom! Pt. 8 Descend where Crenshaw ends, And secret subway tunnels bend, The decline is steep into burning heat Through the valley of the shadow of Center Street. You run as Fate has spun Who draws your thread from Acheron, From dusk to dawn, to where you begun, She cuts your thread from the black sun. You got your casting call From Zoltar’s crystal ball! Descend where Crenshaw ends, And secret subway tunnels bend, The decline is steep into burning heat Through the valley of the shadow of Center Street. You got your casting call From Zoltar’s crystal ball! Pt. 9. From her side, you steal the city’s key, Unlock the Studio Gates with ease. Doors fly open, hinges grate, And San Andreas shakes the Richter scale. From Rodeo Drive, a pyramid of fire Ignites your tires with nitrous oxide. The South Bay sways on a golden chain, The L.A. Basin is a lake of flames. It’s a drag race on Route 66 With the Hot Rods of Apocalypse. It’s a drag race on Route 66 With the Hot Rods of Apocalypse. Don’t get caught in the blast Or you’re gone in a flash. There’s no turning back So step on the gas To reach your Critical Mass!

ALTERNATE GROOVE Produced by Daniel Human 4/13/18 This is pirate radio, From coast to coast in stereo, Jamming King Harbor Marina, With the siren of Catalina. Broadcasting from the pearl of Avalon, On the Palos Verdes horizon, Calling wayfarers to Del Cerro, Rebel stilettos in Redondo, Breakwall above and Brixton below. She’s a carnal tornado, Who carves and curls over El Porto, And the airwaves pulse and resonate, While the breakers crest and detonate. Spyder surfs and Wyland paints, In the fierce vortex of tidal waves, E.T. kickflips and powerslides, Aerials the masonic eye, Into the deep where the kraken hides. Chorus: I catch the all-seeing riptide, Under the coral sky, Of a RAT Beach sunrise, We leave only footsteps behind. So I reach inside my hungry mind, And dive into the sunburst tide, While you debut in Susy’s blue venue, With Alternate Groove, She burns incense at Greekos, With the sea sprite of Portofino, From Smuggler’s Cove to Lion Head, 32 degrees to Eagle's Nest. A chill wind blows down Vista, Over Sandpiper and Dockweiler, And the Sand Dune is a prisoner, Smoking in the Bijou cinema, Bones recast in bronze and quiksilver. Chorus: The last bastion of culture, Is a gas mask with black suede leather, Garnet, agate, beryl and opal, For the occult brave new world order. In the Vanderlip Mansion, Restless narcotic obsession, Upper Deck to Hermosa Saloon, Brocade corset for an ocean view, You’re hypnotized by Pier Avenue. Chorus: Fire in the booth, Eternal truth, Alternate Groove. Coda: As above and so below, Outside your bedroom window, Rocky horror picture show, In the collective ego. As above and so below, Outside your bedroom window, Rocky horror picture show, Innuendo.

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