It's a Cult! - Frankie Sinn & StayTru

Thanks for your letter Please send a clone over I'll use him for garden work and harmonies Speaking of pretty new documentaries Have you seen the one about the Rajneeshpuram society? Everyone seemed to think they were lunatics But I sort of thought, "Hey, I get this" Inside this rational brain of mine I long to be contradicted, I wait for a sign Doesn't matter what cult, what sign Just give me any culty sign I'll tell you all the advantages Though I'm guessing maybe you are an atheist? You'd get a reason, you'd get a goal You'd know how to dress and how to cleanse your soul I'd be up for that, I'd be totally up for cleansing my soul Would I have to split from my family? They wouldn't know what got into me I'd change my name into something cool Like Warlord Springgrass, And the leader would use me as a songwriter tool I'd spread her message to the world Send in the choir Send in the choir Each day I'm waiting eagerly When I cross this corner, will there be a sign there just for me? A special light or a person with a glow That says something new I didn't already know But there's never anything Just the same old cats and fences My leader would know what to do about everything About the wars and the climate and all the hurting She would say: "shh! I know just what to do You just relax, and you stay low I'll punish the bad guys, set the good ones free Then we'll have a fiesta" Send in the choir Send in the choir Send in the choir Send in the choir You know last month when you came to visit me You played a set in the church in the city For Shirin, you set your voice up high and you let go It made me cry So when you answer in July Can you please do so in falsetto?

I don't wanna be Caught up in your sea So little left of me I gave you everything, I crawled Watched you dance across the floor I need something to believe in They don't know my name Take the blame They will hold you Blind and choke you Caught in a lie Tears in my eyes Thorns of this life Cut inside No heathens in heaven No sweet surrender Outsiders forever The ghost of our lives We will never be Caught in your belief Get up off your knees You took everything, I crawled Watched you dance across the floor I need something to believe in They don't know your name Take the blame Caught in the lies With tears in my eyes The bones of this life Cut inside No heathens in heaven No sweet surrender Outsiders forever Ghosts of our lives No heathens in heaven No sweet surrender Outsiders forever Ghosts of our lives

Darlin', I will give up everything Who I'll be and who I am You can have it all Baby, you could start a cult, you see Anywhere you go, I'll be You are so much more than beautiful to me Oh, I'll follow you 'til there's no tomorrow I'll follow you 'til there's no tomorrow I'll follow you 'til there's no tomorrow I'll follow you Swear you, you could start a war or two Kingdoms fightin' over you To wake up by your side is all I wanna do Oh, I'll follow you 'til there's no tomorrow I'll follow you 'til there's no tomorrow I'll follow you 'til there's no tomorrow I'll follow you Baby, you could start a cult, you see They will say that we're crazy But you are so much more than beautiful to me

I am becalmed in virtue Lost to nothing on a bay of dreams Warm weather and a holocaust The tears of God flow as I bleed Left to die by two good friends Abandoned me and put to sleep On a shore where oyster beds Seem plush as down And ripe enough for the Luxor dream Recall the dream of Luxor How fluids will arrive As if by call or schedule Resume through the morning tide Where entry is by seaweed gate And plan the plan of dreams To lose oneself in reverb In all that is and all that seems So ladies, fish and gentlemen Here's my angled dream See me in the blue sky bag And meet me by the sea The oyster boys are swimming now To claim me back from the dead The creatures back from vertigo They fear to fall but haven't fell Will reclaim tries and try again The oyster boys are swimming now Hear them chatter on the tide Of the lost and language lost Hear them chatter on the tide We understand, we understand, we understand And so do I We understand, we understand But fright is real and so am I So ladies, fish and gentlemen Here's my angled dream See me in the blue sky bag And meet me by the sea The entry to lost vestibule Opens on the bay An instant shape of mercury Lost and then retained An instant is an eyelash Caught on the tide Imaginos! Below this bay And then besides... The oyster boys are swimming now One deal is what we made Forest keys and whirlwind cold Green trees too and keys of gold Even locks that won't explode When the skies become a scroll Having lost its interest See that's the deal we made Just to join the Öyster Cult The Blue Öyster Cult We understand, we understand—Blue Öyster Cult We understand, we understand—Blue Öyster Cult We understand, we understand, we understand—Blue Öyster Cult We understand, we understand, we understand—Blue Öyster Cult We understand, we understand, we understand—Blue Öyster Cult We understand, we understand, we understand—Blue Öyster Cult We understand, we understand, we understand—Blue Öyster Cult We understand, we understand, we understand—Blue Öyster Cult We understand, we understand, we understand We understand, we understand, we understand—Blue Öyster Cult We understand, we understand, we understand We understand, we understand, we understand—Blue Öyster Cult We understand, we understand, we understand—Blue Öyster Cult We understand, we understand, we understand—Blue Öyster Cult We understand, we understand, we understand—Blue Öyster Cult We understand, we understand, we understand—Blue Öyster Cult We understand, we understand, we understand