Under the Microscope

by LCP

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This is an album about Fritz Haber, his wife Clara Immerwahr, and their son, Hermann Haber. Carl Bosch narrates one song.

Look them up. Sad story doesn't cover it.

www.nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/chemistry/laureates/1918/haber-bio.html

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released June 21, 2013

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Track Name: Hermann, 1943
some days
I feel like I'm floating away
I change names
every time that I switch trains
what ever happened to what I believe
it feels like the static is all that I breathe
I'm on automatic, but somehow it seems
like I'm drowning

I just don't know what is worse
I slept in the hall of a church
the lady inside
said that I should have died
but I think that I might be cursed
and I just don't know what is worse

Okay
I'm taking one day at a time
stay sane
over matters and not undermined
what ever happened to paying my dues
when somehow escaping the fate that I choose
I'm burning the evidence, hanging the noose
in the basement

I just don't know what is worse
I slept in the trunk of a hearse
the driver had said
I was better off dead
but I think that I might be cursed
and I just don't know what is worse
Track Name: the scientist
I guess it wasn't really meant to be
in a string of failed hypothesis
where freedom reigns, but fact is king
success is always waiting, waiting in the wings

I guess I always had a pending doubt
like the appendix I could live without
to hold my hand to god and to dismiss
a greater good, a greater gift, a better life to live?

so who's the scientist
if it all comes down to you
who's the scientist
with a serum for the truth
who bears the burden of proof?

who bears the burden of
the life we made?
after all, we're only sketches
carbon paintings in a cave

so who's the scientist
if it all comes down to you
who's the scientist
with a serum for the truth
who bears the burden of proof?
Track Name: skirt, the divide
it takes a village to build the nerve
falling rocks and a learning curve
when what you desire and what you deserve
have no intersection
left the womb with my skull intact
married into a cul de sac
filling the void with a nick or knack
for a lot of misdirection

what good's a rite
without sacrifice
you only live once
well, you, maybe twice
I skirt the divide of our separate lives
our separate lives

what good's a life
without sacrifice?
Track Name: prescience
Fritz, I know you had the best intentions
the road to purgatory, paved in honorable mentions
satellite sleuths at the cheap hotels
remind me of you when I can't sleep so well

in a sea of stars, luminescent subway cars
seeing that the plot of ours
never had a chance
no prescience

I can see you across foreign feilds
took my share of what the crop would yeild
the busted sandbags in the barricade
held my heart like a hand grenade

but in the urban sprawl
I thought I'd settle, maybe once and for all
I guess it was too close a call
to make any sense
no prescience
Track Name: sleeping pills & soda water
sitting in the kitchen
your uniform is on
light is breaking past
the swinging gate
on our front lawn
as you wipe our fingerprints
from the barrel of your gun

It’s a long way down
from the Spree river, to the Rhine
I’ve lost count
everything I left behind

sitting in the garden
you were still in bed, asleep
I prayed, the lord,
my nerves to steal,
but for my soul to keep
steel against my fingertips
they barreled underneath

It’s a long way down
from the Spree river, to the Rhine
I’ve lost count
what I hoped to find

one can only expect
a certain kind of life
push until the excess
oozes down the sides
wipe it clean until
you can no longer recognize
Track Name: paper boxes
the soles of your shoes never made it past the station
you choose to do it to yourself
the noose is still hanging in the basement
I knew you’d stay, and say

I believe in miracles
maybe it’ll rain
it’s a crude philosophy
but maybe you’ll change

the tracks of the train, you know they never did lead nowhere
you strain to see the ticket now
the frames are slowly digging into
your face, but you wear them anyhow

only good with numbers, but you didn’t account for one
and throwing off the covers, you were surprised to see the sun
I guess the fates are broken, everyone is wrong sometimes
but why aren’t your calculations as good as mine?

so I guess it's time I stopped making such excuses
it's getting late, the clock is winding down
you were divine, said I hung the cutest nooses
if it was true, why didn't you stick around?
Track Name: Basel, Switzerland
present simple tense
I'm feeling
the first signes of decay
I believe I hit the ceiling
6pm, yesterday
all the residents are depressed
they don't know what day it is
I can't make any sense of it
unrest just hangs in the air

is there anybody out there? figure it's a wash
put your hands in your pockets, go for a walk
is there anybody out there? the devil starts to talk
he says, look at the time you bought, borrowed and bartered

future perfect tense, it's over
celebrate your gains
your mediocre four leaf clover
you’re watching as the trains go by
all the evidence goes up in smoke
the papers fly all over the place
watch the train approach
step off the platform

is there anybody out there? figure it's a wash
put your hands in your pockets, go for a walk
is there anybody out there? the devil starts to talk
he says, look at the time you bought, borrowed and bartered
Track Name: proof in shards
got a foot in the doorway, again
and when you
descend upon the masses
like a pea under a mattress

there's little disbelief to suspend
or contend with
your glass slipper has shattered
as if that was all that mattered

keep the proof in shards
like a fallen house of cards

got a taste for the poison it brings
it stings, but then your
tolerance is gaining
a charade that's worth maintaining

does the love of your life suspect
as of yet
you've bitten from the apple
it is happy ever after from now on
Track Name: after the funeral
We took it in stride, in it for the long haul
or along for the ride, guess it was a close call
the protocol was so narrow, I pried
I thought, maybe, like Jonah, I could fit inside

the foreigner’s a mourner
you were just following orders
staunch as any supporter would be
they lied and defamed you
who could have blamed you?
not the Allies, not Einstein or me

the papers were mute, said it was a misprint
I guess I assumed because you were christened
the patron saint of food
they’d save a plate for you

they said, the foreigner’s a mourner
you were just following orders
staunch as any supporter would be
decried and defamed you
who could have blamed you?
not the Allies, not Einstein or me