Lame Waters

by Uncle Bungus

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about

This is my atheist album.

credits

released 12 February 2013

Tracks 1, 2, 3, 4, 7, and 9 produced by myself.
Track 5 produced by Gripp.
Track 6 produced by MC Brooks.
Track 8 produced by Tombstone da Deadman.
Track 10 produced by Bryan English.
Artwork by Kai Tancredi

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Track Name: Shoving Off
I could never follow a man who speaks in parables
Riddle addled morals contained in verbal vestibules
Translated from hearsay with psalms and canticles
Light candles and give alms, we're pawned vegetables
Translate the mist into a metaphysical wish
Mandate a list to fulfill spiritual bliss
I'm shoving off from the coast, you land dwellers won't be missed
I'd be better off conversing with sharks, whales, and fish
It's better than reading the damn news, trying to feast
To see another child being abused by a damn priest
Another kid tortured and used, a parent's mind fleeced
Believing a demon perused his kid's soul, please
I don't have anymore patience for grown men and women
Who think an innocent baby could be born sinnin'
It's an excuse to guilt trip and brainwash children
Guilty of nothing but livin' while the earth keeps spinnin'
An earth where Saudi women are killed accused of witchcraft
An earth where girls are mutilated, keeping purity intact
Fear of sexual pleasure has driven these damn men mad
An insecurity to control what they cannot have
Since Mesopotamia, man has strived to conquer and divide
You can see it when a meat head displays macho pride
Until such blatant idiocy passes on by
I'll retreat to the endless currents and quietly cry
However, the ocean seems to serve no solace
I'm letting the madness win with its own promise
For reason and logic, I should remain the auspice
With critical thinking to serve as my accomplice
These currents and storms, they are just as violent
As a Muslim who would slice a woman's tongue to keep her silent
I'm not a retreatist, I should return to fight the tyrant
Wait until they get a load of my inability to be compliant

With an infatuation with the unknown, we try to quell our fear of death
With a capitulation, we become drones and try to sell our tears and breath
We fail to remember that we have no say in what the universe does
We've flailed and surrendered our morality ever since that first buzz
So for the pages of hymns that we write for the gaps of knowledge
It's the sage that condemns in the plight of our homage
And burst every vocal to anoint lack of clarity
While we've cursed every focal point with the exception of charity
So let us demolish our fears on this day and celebrate reason
Because reality doesn't care about our struggle through every season
We only think the invisible eye in the sky agrees with our notions
Until we reflect and take responsibility, we'll be drowning in these oceans
Track Name: H2FAIL
Cross my heart, hope to die
Stick a needle in my eye
Look up to the sky
And let our hearts just fly

chorus

God is in the water (x4)
Fear is in the soil
The cracked, dry soil
With swollen eyelids, we bubble and then boil
God is in the water (x4)
I am a Renaissance humanism ambush
Sprinkle for the fishies this glorified man-mush

verse 1

Listen to the problems that emerge from the evidence
We are the children of texts with no relevance
Hangin' from the family tree, I wear the pants
They used to tell kids it was Satan who made 'em wanna dance
Speculation leads to platitudes
Investigation leads to gratitude
Is it really that rude?
I come to conquer faulty logic
Stronger than your pedagogic
Falter with your Panasonic squalor and dollar
I pick apart the chapter surrounded by nervous laughter
'Cause I know among the rafters, a captor is steppin' backwards
Calling forth attackers who really are brazen actors
Who can't make sense of factors because logically they're slackers
It's twisted
I spit contempt while listed
As the rebel with logistics
Summoning godless misfits
I laugh at how you fill in the gaps
I don't care if it's crass
Wipe the sleep from your eyes, you're late for class

repeat chorus

verse 2

Sharks smell blood and bats see sound waves
We find patterns, live life, love, and dig graves
Share ideas over rhythm on a sound stage
With our labels writing fables on a verb and noun craze
I never learned to swim and I never made straight A's
I burned and was grim about potential future days
Now that I've grown up, I don't need your amazing grace
I abandoned fear when I abandoned my Christian phase
People think that I'm an unfair, rude judge
Just because they won't critically think, move, or budge
But when all you have faith in is one giant contradiction
It's easy to hear nothing but condescension
It's hot in this kitchen
Learning fact from fiction
There is such a thing as emotional addiction
I bore witness to the sickness of religion
Baptism after baptism, fixing man-made symptoms

repeat chorus

I actually make straight A's now though.
Track Name: The Single Set of Footprints in the Sand Belongs to Me and Me Alone
verse 1

Let me release my venom
I wrote out my addendums
To crack infernal prisons
I'm back to smack the symptoms
In fact, the facts are given
It's just like crack addiction
A break your back religion
Complimentary friction
Disconnect the cables full of fables, let the skeletons
Dance and turn the tables in the cradles, brains are gelatin
I wanted solace, so I turned to wander a desolate beach
With the sand underneath my feet, I couldn't ever compete
They told me I couldn't bare the burden and that I needed help
But they lied, they should have encouraged me to carry myself
I degrade the nihilism in sheep's clothing and make it melt
I'd rather engulf myself in self accountability for health
It's incompetent drama broken into fragments with comma after comma
There's nothing holy about the Pope or Dalai Lama
They're just humans with special clothing and adornments
The form fits the torments for a superstitious performance

chorus

Disconnect me from the scene I came from
Let the sickness drown in a war drum
The tide is vicious but my feet are not numb
I'm a rational skeptic basking in the warm sun
(repeat)

verse 2

Cruisin' in the driver's seat
It's cold outside, I blast the heat
With pride inside, I'm glad to greet you
With a rhyme and dope beat
I'm not a movie star, I am the minotaur from ancient Crete
Sitting in a darkened bar, I gaze afar and spot the fleet
Post traumatic stress induced Cupid on a liquor tweak
Toast to emphatic messes when I'm lucid, text a quicker tweet
I treat he function as an injunction to reason, so retreat
If you think it's induction to treason, then you should press repeat
Kids can bully each other as long as their god compels them
Then grow up to be a church going, beer gutted salesman
You're a commie or queer if you're part of a rebellion
Employers kiss your careers goodbye if somebody tells 'em
I'm proud to stand my ground, it serves a general purpose
I put my foot down, make your fundie parents nervous
A nerd rapper with a brass pair at your service
To make you question everything that you've accepted at its surface

repeat chorus
Track Name: Good Without Gods (with MC Brooks)
This is dedicated to all those people out there who think that us humanists and us atheists are the way we are because we don't care about morality. Here's what I have to say about that. Listen.

verse 1

People easily become confused regarding how I thrive
I wake up every single day thankful that I'm alive
Then they ask me just who exactly it is that I thank
There's nobody to thank, it's just the course that nature will take
I'm allowed to use a figure of speech, you literal leech
There's millions of reasons to live and you don't have to hear a man preach
To know that helping an elder across the street
Is rewarding in and of itself, it's a conscious outreach
Let's have a toast and enjoy life together, friend
If I ever hurt you, I owe it to you to make amends
Why direct my apology towards the sky?
When I should direct it to you by looking you in the eye
I wanna cherish every moment that I have on this planet
Let's pour a glass of wine, friend, and not take it for granted
But if you're suffering from alcohol abuse
Let's pour a glass of fresh grape juice
Write rhymes and get loose

chorus

I'm good without gods
What are the odds
That we can try to heal the world without following frauds
We help each other out in moments of stress
And our morality isn't dictated by an ancient and vain text
We love for the sake of love
Fight for the sake of justice
Blind faith is not a virtue, but trust is
Let's use our brains to make this life beautiful
Rely on each other to make a world suitable

verse 2
MC Brooks:

They say the promise of heaven'll keep 'em honest and carin'
But I don't need no incentive to still honor my brethren
Or be a decent human being, something you ain't used to seeing
From someone who doesn't see faith as a useful thing
They say that I'm hateful, they'll tell me I'm spiteful
All because my morality never came from the bible
And I'm liable for my actions and consequences
Offenses and sentences, but that's the beauty of independence
When my kin is involved, and I'm defendin' 'em all
When they say it's impossible to be good without gods
When I donate to the charities and educate the youth to
Seek their own path when debating the truth
I tell you that you're beautiful just the way that you are
Without wanting a prize, it's just coming straight from the heart
Yo it's all about connectin,' good and bad is subjective
And independent of gods, so I hope that you accept it

repeat chorus

Yeah. Shout out to MC Brooks. And the whole DC freethinking community.
Track Name: Far the Reared Head Contaminates
This is a Grand Unified presentation. I'm your host, Uncle Bungus. What's up Gripp?

verse 1

Let's celebrate fanaticism
Instigate an aneurysm
Peer through the looking glass of a prism
Hoping to find another dimension
Your efforts are hopeless trying to see more than visible light
No matter how well the naked eye is focused, you'll suffer your plight
Humans are quick to jump into the panic picnic
But never content to admit they're ignorant of their own scent
Behold the robbery of the weak and vulnerable
This isn't snobbery, bitch, you're a menace and you're culpable
The bolder the incantation, the older the manifestation
How the walls get shaken depends on administration
As long as you put on a show, they won't question your method
Meth head to blessed, you still must face a death bed
Watch the sign glimmer
Tobacco and TV dinner
Presuppositionalist winner defaulting to the label of sinner
He found empathy bashed and bleeding
So he kicked her for seeding
Her lullaby to the sky
Told her to shut up and buy

chorus

You are not their pawn, you are not helpless
You are an organism wired for intelligence
Your dignity is gone, but you're not worthless
Fight back, you don't have to settle for this
The moment your logic begins to scare
Will be the moment irrational tempers begin to flare
Sometimes the purity of patience gets devoured
That's when the tear I shed is a cadence
For the kindness that's been deflowered

verse 2

On a Friday morning in the dead middle of winter
Three Oklahoma gangsters enter a plasma donation center
Don't wanna cause a scene, but under my breath I snicker
They're so stoned, they don't realize I could probably rob them quicker
So this is how thugs make money when they've lost their guns
Who am I criticizing? I'm also low on funds
Stereotypes of mothers and daughters and fathers and sons
Feeling like I've smothered the altar of robbers and puns
The next day laborer you meet could be a secret scholar
Printing revolutionary words up in his leaflet parlor
Those publications could eventually let us harbor
Sentiments of resistance, from the factory worker to the farmer
Meanwhile, I sip on the finest and cheapest sangria made
While spiraling aromas of spring call me to the everglade
And all I hear is a Mozart serenade
When debauchery tries to pierce my armor with a thick blade

repeat chorus

verse 3

That starving little girl needs a pot in which to pee
But broke mommy keeps investing in the sacred lottery
It doesn't matter, pick heroine or astrology
Both of which mommy uses to avoid facing reality
How long must we waste the suns emitted photons
Idolizing all the material that we've committed our hopes on
Reaching for the right rafter to tightly tie a rope on
You might pause and realize your leg muscles are alive and strong
Use 'em to run towards a goal
Crawl from your protective hole
This world spits venom, but you can spit it back with self control
Feel the cold, never fold, let it take control
Manipulate it so you can rise up and break the mold
Knowledge is power and your will does all the hammering
Leave the disciples of ignorance stunned and stammering
A nod to the paragraph that punctures the void of pandering
Which always melted the minds of neanderthals meandering

repeat chorus
Track Name: Confirmation Bias
So yeah I'm sorry that I don't treat your religious beliefs any differently than I treat, you know, psychic hotlines, and uh, bigfoot, and um, alien visitations, and um, pseudo science, and um, anti-vaccination uh... hysteria. And, uh, I'm not really apologizing for it actually. So, anyway...

verse 1

Just because you're a fundamentalist doesn't mean that I hate you
You just need to justify a reason for me to debate you
Now play through
I barely have to even blink to slay you
I'll hit you with didactic language while shooting Grey Goose
Life is such a surprising journey
When I meet cats that wanna burn me
In their imaginary hell, discerning
Reality from fantasy for them is disturbing
They wanna turn the other cheek while piety they're perverting
I'll be your bigfoot, your reptilian race conspiracy
Your illuminati, your natural supplement lunacy
With intellectual dishonesty and truancy
I can't be that guy, I'd rather eat rotten tuna meat
I'll slay a beat, insane and sleek
This literature geek'll make you drop your drink
Stumble and tweak, but then I'll make you think
I'll continue to speak for the indoctrinated who sink
Into your brainwashing tactics, bastard
I'm on the brink
Of offending all the people in my life that I know
Who think this skepticism shit is just a phase or a show
I only spit it 'cause I've acquitted my past from the low
That I felt when I thought evil had a strangling hold
On this thing they told me that I have that they all a soul
It prevented any thoughts I had to study and grow
So I don't care if you feel that I stepped on your toe
You don't have the right to not be offended
Bounce, wacko

chorus

Life is hard enough for me
So my conspiracies, they comfort me
So I need my peers to agree with me
It's easier for someone else
To tell me what to think
I'm not compelled
To investigate for myself
Confirmation bias

verse 2

They told me college professors were tools of indoctrination
A bunch of Richard Dawkinses and Carl Sagans
A bunch of atheists who operated for Satan
To the almighty, their acts were nothing less than just flagrant
But one of my favorite scholars happens to be a Baptist
He gave the best lectures, so I took all his classes
Beliefs of professors were never a factor in this
You hate that I don't fit into your box, so you get pissed
How dare you imply reality is black and white?
You can't think critically, you'd rather start up a fight
I don't hate Christians, although their holy book is trite
It says when I die, I deserve to burn and ignite
Unless I accept that a man died for my sins
That I somehow deserve the burden he suffered and then
He resurrected himself so his will could finally win
I spit the taste of religion out of my mouth like it's phlegm
The idea is I need saved from the torments of hell
Or from the foul and fallen creature that I know as myself
I've never seen something so insulting that sells so well
You either see it's revolting, or you're a sheep that fell
This is a testament to why your beliefs are damaging
Why you should be skeptical of AM radio programming
Where's your tin foil hat? How in the world are you managing?
How do you remember to breathe with all your deranged slandering?

repeat chorus x2
Track Name: Dead Language (with Johnny Hoax)
verse 1
Johnny Hoax:

I can’t help you, you speak a language foreign to me
Full of fantasy, folklore, and stories of the beast
Coming to make you question whether you know peace
If you straight from the language of pedophile priests
This literature’s a little bit silly to believe in
Why’s he yelling at a tree for no reason?
Am I evil in his eyes just for breathin’?
Just to question it makes me a heathen
With commandments grossly outdated
They sound jaded because man made it
It’s god’s word so you can’t change ‘em
Inherent truth in all five translations
And by five, they mean five to the fifth
Divinely equipped with the lies from the lips
All so you can prove to me that non-belief is the worst crime
Hold on, I’ll let you read that book for the first time
Tell me in a sec, so I’ll be impressed with the church pastor’s effect on your intellect
The words in the text? Quite clear that it’s correct
Don’t believe ‘em? Look right there in the text
But fuck it I see your hate filled quotes
Filling up space on your Facebook posts
Please go to class lad, take good notes
So you don’t have to wonder why you hate good folks, man

verse 2

Oh good grammar
Cock the hammer
I'm the hypodermic needle in your Star Spangled Banner
You and your ten commandment antics
Acceptin' the Old Testament's bigoted aspects
Eat your heart out, manna from heaven
Packaged on shelves at a 7-11
Folklore meant for nothing more
Than a tribe understanding their identity's core
This mentality is the same source that foresees
The existence of vampires and zombies
There were cultures that believed in those things too
Don't believe me? Check how Medieval folklore grew
The serpent in the garden was the goddess Inanna
Abrahamic tribes viewed her as lustful drama
Monotheism stems from a pagan fauna
Yahweh, the god of war with a human persona
No wonder the old church slaughtered polytheists
Whose very gods mirrored their own Jesus
Evidence of adding to the writings of Josephus
Now they've modified their tactics on how to bleed us
Now as time passes, we understand why
Specific linguistic conventions die
The average Christian won't understand why
Their history is a plank in their own eye
Track Name: Women and Children First (with Tombstone da Deadman)
intro
Tombstone:

Huh! Mother fucker this is GU
All them stupid lies you tellin,' we can see through
'Cause nothing but the brightest run among us
So shut the fuck up and listen to Uncle Bungus

verse 1

Your headache couldn't be quelled with a dose of Excedrin
After I pick up the mic and bash your damn head in
I'm friendly but don't meet my sick and gifted brethren
Tombstone'll rip your neck out in three different directions
Seasons don't fear the reaper, but you do
Why else bother with your magic spells and voodoo?
Your desires aren't quelled, so you just move through
And latch onto whatever superstition suits you
I don't know how many warnings I could've possibly given
That you've crippled yourself with all these bullshit symptoms
Replaced a thirst for knowledge with a thirst for religion
No wonder you've become obsessed with how other people are livin'
Sheep clinging to their dogma till the ship goes down
Keep spittin' that drama, let's let the shit go down
Faith is the smitten piranha of a mundane meltdown
You are the twisted persona of a brain shut down

chorus

Let the children go, let 'em swim to the shore
Don't force 'em to drown with you in your lame folklore
You've had a lifetime to figure it out
That faith is a belief without
Any demonstrable evidence or justifiable doubt
Let go, we've lagged behind long enough
Your fear doesn't control us, we have called your bluff
You'd rather hate on a heathen
'Cause to befriend one is treason
This is the season of reason triumphing fist to cuff

verse 2
Tombstone:

Yo
There was a time we used to vibe the same frequency
Now I've got family members that won't speak to me
I left religion and abandoned all the rhetoric
Most was not accepting it and so they got upset with it
All because I was just honest with myself
I was astonished when I saw this
Took it hardest 'cause I felt
We was bigger than that
But then I guess it wasn't deep
When I reflect on the fact
I always was the black sheep
But I refused to lose my dignity, hide my skepticism
Just to keep you feeling comfortable in the lies of religion
See this the type of nonsense that weighs on my conscience
So now I'm saying, "Fuck you and those little snooty comments"
This the very reason why
All that bullshit needs to die
Never be the one to kill it, but I'm gonna fucking try
Indoctrination didn't take me very far
When I saw that it was foolishness, my intellect was scarred
But I bounce back, renounce that, announce facts daily
And your stupid little threats of damnation never scares me
One of many children who was taught a fairy tale about
Seven day creations myths and Jonah and his whale and how
All of this will end one day and Jesus will prevail
When I grew enough to question it, I saw it was a fail
So keep your pamphlets and your flyers
I'll tell you to your face your phony preacher is a liar

repeat chorus
Track Name: Triggerfish
Let me clear my throat

verse 1

So this is what it feels like when you think you're out of harm's way
Let go of apprehension, give a good repartee
Stimulate the minimum lowest common denominator
Ride the vinyl rhythm with the coldness of a cross fader
The boldest of the bold and brash
Unconcerned with buckets of cash
Trying to outlast the hour glass
Terry Pratchett has Alzheimer's
But keeps writing reminders
Of the magic we desperately want inside us
Philosophers write hyper parenthetical sentences
I write heretical stanzas with pretentiousness
I treat the pen and in as if its power is limitless
Take a chauvinist around and ask the women, "Who's bitch is this?"
An atheist feminist in every sense of both words
I throw curves, disturb the absurd, and work nerves
And I don't have to convince you I'm not evil
When it's Christians saying that we're a bunch of broken people
They can teach kids Hell's existence is a fact
But Greydon Square's video gets pulled from You Tube off the bat?
And this is how it'll always work
Show people their delusions, they don't listen
They just think you're a jerk
It's time for a revolution, and age of reason revival
Where we look within ourselves instead of the Quran or Bible
The red scare hindered our progress in the fifties
Now we're viewed as ultra liberal heathen hippies

chorus

'Cause we're the triggerfish
Our potential is limitless
Prepared for any battle, struggle, obstacles, hindrances
Raise a bigger fist
Give people wisdom replenishments
Fight the opposition no matter how thick it gets
'Cause we're the triggerfish
Our potential is limitless
Prepared for any battle, struggle, obstacles, hindrances
Raise a bigger fist
Give people wisdom replenishments
It's Grand Unified Theory, don't you forget this

verse 2

An astounding imagination built to conquer nations
I'll gladly be your bridge to reality if you can take it
I have yet to be convinced that there's anything wrong
With celebrating your knowledge
Or questioning the throng
Of faithful people who become so offended because they're see through
And get their sociological fix under that steeple
It's an implementation of hope based on some rhetoric
Being a freethinker is hard, use faith as a sedative
And speaking of freethinking, here's another boat I'm sinking
Racial stereotypes in music are demeaning and lack meaning
I'm a godless, white, nerdcore hip hop artist
Confidence flawless, open to earn more prominence
Not saying I'm the smartest out of all these emcees
I'm just bombarded with dude bros and thug wannabes
While I'm earning my Masters and eventually PhD
They'll still be at the bar with a high school mentality
I flick the derelict empty trends out of my face like flies
With a fastidious fist, dismiss the list of small fries
And feed your symptoms over rhythm even if contended
Like a quest for King Arthur's Britain, a legend upended
You don't have to listen, I know you're angrily twitchin'
Pick up your mic and go find another hater to get bent with
Constantly driven, I can see that you're smitten
Next thing you know, I'll hear your freestyle with my material bitten

repeat chorus x2
Track Name: Full Speed Ahead
verse 1

Like we could ever overpower their progress
Of them systematically erecting a fortress
Tell 'em where evidence leads, it's like a court jest
They don't say anything useful, just act incredulous
Well I for one could kick back and care less
They keep themselves at the bottom of the stair steps
Looking up, while we keep climbing with education
Their heroes are caught with meth or tax evasion
I love my family, my music, and e-books
Switched to e-cigarettes 'cause I won't feed these crooks
To blacken my lungs and inhibit me from rhyming
Nerdcore hit the scene with the perfect of timing
As a teenager, I just wanted to be an emcee
My peers didn't understand, they just laughed and mocked me
I put down the mic, enrolled in the local university
Where my critical thinking sprouted up like a tree

chorus

'Cause I can hear the concept of destiny calling
And I can understand why humanity is crawling
Trying to survive, keep up, and keep from falling
Y'all quit stalling, these robbers are appalling

repeat

verse 2

I'm the exhalation of a groundbreaking emblem
Author of short stories and glorified symptoms
Obsessed with poetry, science journals, and fiction
A thirst for justice feeds my addiction
See it was at that university I found my obsession
With classical philosophy, it cured my depression
Ancient Greek theater, Medieval authors
My closest friends know my obsession with Geoffrey Chaucer
American history up until the Civil War
Oppressed Africans and natives that were spying from the shore
My obsession later led me to Edgar Allan Poe
Distrustful of science, but an intellectual though
John Steinbeck, Maya Angelou, Mark Twain
So many important thinkers, yet too many to name
I'll always promote the power of the written word
Telling me that it's pointless is patently absurd

repeat chorus

outro

Human condition in the wind
Will not leave my mind chagrined
Finger tips poised to fill in
Curiosity that transcends
Struck with a drive to love life
In the thick of hungry wildlife
Drowning out this man-made strife
Introduce atrocities to the blade of the knife

repeat x3