Analysis Paralysis

by Madame Psychosis

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released September 14, 2010

Produced by DJ LoWreck
Mastered by Daniel Recchia

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Madame Psychosis Boston, Massachusetts

Madame Psychosis is the hip-hop persona of internationally-acclaimed performance poet, Jade Sylvan. With catchy hooks and rhymes so tight, they're hermetically sealed, Jade uses this project to comment directly on new media evolution and hipster culture.

Madame Psychosis has been called "awesomely awesome," by Boston Band Crush, and yes, her name's a shout-out to author, David Foster Wallace.
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Track Name: Sushi Wrap
can’t make a scramble without crackin tamago
i’ll do a scrooge mcduck through a pool of salmon roe
borderline on plum wine and tepid Sapporo
eyes dreamy for sashimi tied with a hijiki bow

oishisou, douzo, itadakimasu!
a tentacle, a tendril, a fresh filet of bass,
roll em out cut em up stack em in a line
O-sake, sake, me love you long time!

i’m the first to clatter up in the fatty tuna tree
climbing like a bear for some salty unagi
build a treehouse with a platter, a mad hatter teaparty
Get some O-cha and some ko-cha to wash down the inari.
and if the dozers come we’ll just pelt em with odongo
like Ju-ri-a Chou we’ll just wave and say, so long, yo!

oishisou, douzo, itadakimasu!
a tentacle, a tendril, a fresh filet of bass,
roll em out cut em up stack em in a line
O-sake, sake, me love you long time!

yo i remember at the tender age of nine
pizza and mcnuggets always tuggin at my mind
my daddy said you’ll love it if you’ll just give it a try,
i said dad, you must be buggin cause I think it’s still alive!

But the shiny, slimy slivers cryin “try me! I’ll deliver”
with my tummy all a’grumblin, knew I hadn’t had my dinner.
so I rolled from California to the corner of the map
past the Rockies onto Boston hugged tight in a seaweed wrap
powered greenly on wasabi, and when I got to supper
I said dad, I’m a believer, chopstick clickin sushi lover!

oishisou, douzo, itadakimasu!
a tentacle, a tendril, a fresh filet of bass,
roll em out cut em up stack em in a line
O-sake, sake, me love you long time!

(my girls say:)

oishisou, douzo, itadakimasu!
a tentacle, a tendril, a fresh filet of bass,
roll em out cut em up stack em in a line
O-sake, sake, me love you long time!

oishisou, douzo, itadakimasu!
a tentacle, a tendril, a fresh filet of bass,
roll em out cut em up stack em in a line
O-sake, sake, me love you long time!

oishisou, douzo, itadakimasu!
a tentacle, a tendril, a fresh filet of bass,
roll em out cut em up stack em in a line
O-sake, sake, me love you long time!
Track Name: Better Than You
Yo yo Madame P, decisively
the baddest emcee since Deuteronomy.

skinny punks, flit round with yo hipster chicks
sit down, cause yo hips are built like swizzle sticks
I’m thirty-six, twenty-six, thirty-six (Aw, shit!)
Go pro-ana while I get with this banana split.

Kids, I hate to tell you but those moves’ ain’t workin.
Quit jerkin like robots and learn to dance.
tight roll your pants, look at me like I’m a hypocrite
your parents buy your gas and you give me shit
like it’s a crime I won’t step in line with yo scene,
but my rhymes is six times as tight as yo jeans!

Yeah yeah, Madame P, yo let me be,
Psychosis with the mostest
that’s right, that’s me.
Step down step down for Madame P.

Yo polyamory looks like a scam to me
like some adolescent chauvinistic fantasy.
You do what you want with yo man but I ain’t sharin mine
just cause polygamy’s cousin’s read some Gloria Steinem.

Wrapping yo asses in American Apparel
like the plastic fake glasses that you wear’ll
add matter to the grey fat a’ yer brain
all eroded by the clatter of your teeth on cocaine.
Don’t rattle my chain if you don’t revel in pain.
I’m Madame Psychosis! Don’t you know I’m insane?

I said Madame P. just let me be
you’re going yellow with cirrhosis
covered in debris.
Step down step down for Madame P.

All the late-night boys be coming up to me
saying give it to me give it to me Madame P.
But boys, I wouldn’t touch it lost in Tennessee,
if I was dyin of thirst, and it leaked sweet tea.

Then their girlfriends show up like five minutes later
sayin “Trent and me got in a fight, can I stay here?
You know I always tell him not to be such a hater
I read your poems online I agree with what you say there.

You know I’ve never really felt this way,
about a girl I mean, and how her hips sway,
and I’ve never even thought I was a bit gay,
but you make me feel funny. What come play?”

I pull her hand of my knee tell her “put your jeans on”
and throw her on the street where her boyfriend parked the Nissan.

I said Madame P. just let me be
eyes like hypnosis
skin like Chablis
Step down step down for Madame P.
Track Name: Money Is a Symbol
All the people I know are always running like hamsters
tryina get the carrot at the top of the ladder
looking for the pot at the end of the rainbow
with a flatscreen to watch’em on their own tv show

based on the reality of tired wives
sufferin the life they’ve waited for to arrive
who clutch their pro stainless steel ginsu knives
when slicin cilantro, when choppin chives
and picture all the faces of the people in their lives
staring up from the board and right into their eyes
as they chop chop chop chop chop.

Yo, Money is a Symbol (a symbol!)
It ain’t real yo.
It’s only worth is how you go and use it.
Money is a symbol
It ain’t real yo!
Don’t sell your time for money’s sad abuses.
Yo Money is a Symbol (a symbol!)
It ain’t real yo!
every time I get it, I lose it,
Money is a symbol
It ain’t real yo!
Won’t sell my life to money’s sick abuses.

Lemme tell ya little story bout two rich girls
Ellen sold all her diamonds and pawned her pearls
bought a backpack and circumambulated the world

slept in towers in Galway with bright red doors
crawled through the tiled palaces left by the Moors
Danced by torchlight in the streets of Gibralter,
knelt in Calcutta under Kali’s alter

Roads stuck their dust to her, she cut off her hair
the clothes she wore were faded and her shoes threadbare.
When Ellen came back, her friends all stared
and asked her if she needed a drink.

And Chelsea, who held on to her platinum bling
had alabaster skin and an engagement ring
and long blond locks, and that chic hip-swing
and the character of a utility sink.

Yo, Money is a Symbol (a symbol!)
It ain’t real yo.
It’s only worth is how you go and use it.
Money is a symbol
It ain’t real yo!
Don’t sell your time for money’s sad abuses.
Yo Money is a Symbol (a symbol!)
It ain’t real yo!
every time I get it, I lose it,
Money is a symbol
It ain’t real yo!
Won’t sell my life to money’s sick abuses.

Lemme tell ya little story bout a guy named Nate.
used to suckle caviar off of fine china plates
in his acre-long, marbled, eight bedroom estate
two granite lions guarding at the iron gate.

Nate lost it all in the crash of ‘08.

Now he’s traded the mercedes for a chevy cavalier.
caviar for hummus, and cristal for beer.
In the fall he found a note that said “i’m sorry dear,
I got other wheels to ride on,”and the girl disappeared.

At night he can’t believe that he’ll persevere,
but Nate, get off your futon, take a look in the mirror.
Wipe the steam off, make it real plain and clear,
I’m gonna tell you something you don’t wanna hear.

You have the same skin and bone that you did last year.

Yo, Money is a Symbol (a symbol!)
It ain’t real yo.
It’s only worth is how you go and use it.
Money is a symbol
It ain’t real yo!
Don’t sell your time for money’s sad abuses.
Yo Money is a Symbol (a symbol!)
It ain’t real yo!
every time I get it, I lose it,
Money is a symbol
It ain’t real yo!
Won’t sell my life to money’s sick abuses.
Track Name: Avast!
Some men call us sailors, but sailors are paler
than girls on the docks in Nantucket.
Boys, am I a circle or am I a square or
Vlad the Impaler with blood in his bucket.

Nay, call me a captain or call me a whaler,
but know what yer yappin when ye flap yer trap and
don’t tap on me shoulder and mutter, “me captain,”
I got bigger beasts to think about trappin

pluck up yer luckless and oiled old bones
jig with yer cutlass to roilin drones
the whale is yer mother, boys, let’s chase her home
She blows! Thar she blows, she blows!

I’d swoon to eat spaghetti with a spermacetti gravy,
but soon the crew’d maroon me and I’d have to join the navy,
or a passenger liner, or the merchant marines,
I ain’t said please or thank you, not since I was fourteen.

pluck up yer luckless and oiled old bones
jig with yer cutlass to roilin drones
the whale is yer mother, boys, let’s chase her home
She blows! Thar she blows, she blows!

No erstwhile girls smile dim reveries
hoping for homecomings swift on the breeze
they know better, we diddled them once on their knees
and strayed the next day to the snatch of the seas.

No, Amber’s no damsel, not under these sails
and sperm’s just a term for the hungriest whales.
for the ocean is vast and harpoons all have reaches,
and what we don’t catch lands far strewn along beaches.

pluck up yer luckless and oiled old bones
jig with yer cutlass to roilin drones
the whale is yer mother, boys, let’s chase her home
She blows! Thar she blows, she blows!

our insides are black from the salt and the drinkin
our skulls are dried up from the shoutin and thinkin,
we pray to the mast, don’t believe in extinction
for the ocean is vast and harpoons all have reaches,
and what we don’t catch lands far strewn along beaches.

pluck up yer luckless and oiled old bones
jig with yer cutlass to roilin drones
the whale is yer mother, boys, let’s chase her home
She blows! Thar she blows, she blows!
Track Name: Never Be Me
It was a warm day, and the swingsets were hot
against the backs of our legs, scraped up by the blacktop.
we rocked the foursquare and hopscotch till we ran out of chalk
Then played doctor with the Taylor twins who lived down the block

Dippin our girls’ hands in warm water as they slept
laughing when they wondered why their beds were wet,
we’d watch Empire Records and stay up all night
every day Rex Manning Day, pop rocks, and bikes.

The grown ups said to follow our dreams
that we could be anything that we wanted to be
and as we watched them drive to work from our favorite tree
each one of us knew, “That’ll never be me.”

We knew we were grown when we stayed out till four
snuck in through the window and passed out on the floor
brushed our teeth in the morning and made it to class
parents said don’t tell, because I don’t wanna ask.

We’d scream unanchored lyrics with the windows down
up to Chicago in the rain, and we’d walk downtown,
these new bodies dressed in future shades of red and gold,
we’d wear shades into tomorrow never growing old.

The teachers said to follow our dreams
that we could be anything that we wanted to be
and as we watched them with their migraines as we took the SAT
each one of us knew, “That’ll never be me.”

Five years, and we pretend we know what addict means
with a glass in our hands and a flask in our jeans,
every weekend was five evenings, and they bled into the week
reading Nietzsche in a whiskey-haze to put us to sleep.

We knew if we studied what we knew they couldn’t teach
we’d each discover all the meanings that no other minds could reach
a tent in the woods and some hallucinogens
used kaleidoscopes to zoom and try to look within.

The authors said to follow our dreams
that we could be anything that we wanted to be
and as we watched them get take their Prozac as we earned our degree,
each one of us knew, “That’ll never be me.”

Now we count numbers, call them dollars, and sleep
under blankets of old love letters we never meant to keep
we get up in the morning well before the sun creeps,
go to our jobs, turn off the phone, please riot after the beep.

Our books are in shelves and our music is filed
our tattoos are covered and our boots are in style,
our humors are balanced, no bad blood or black bile,
we’ve learned how to file futile, worthwhile.

And all those silly kids who tried to follow their dreams
are all banging metal drums on the side of the street,
and as we watch them sing to nobody and curse the bourgeoisie,
each one of us knows, “That’ll never be me.”
Track Name: Subway
if you enter in the rear
you better
come up now and pay your fair
don’t let em
trick you with a whisper in the ear
unless they put out
you’re not going anywhere.

what happened? we’re rappin, me and this young strappin
man who’s lookin dashin underneath his newsies cap and
he’s packin some sorta slatternly attraction, corporeal reaction,
I check and it don’t seem to be a strap on,

Then, Action. so we get the check and pay with cash and
drive back up to Grafton, barely make it without crashin
too much passion, I glimpse that white ass, damn!
he’s thrashin like some sort of disneyland attraction

if you enter in the rear
you better
come up now and pay your fair
don’t let em
trick you with glitter, smoke and mirrors
unless they put out
you’re not going anywhere.

He turns around, and I say, baby, it’s time to go downtown
the train is leaving, lets ride the tunnel to the underground
I want your subway, let’s do this, this Redline track’s inbound
I grab a broom stick, and tell him not to worry, just bend down.

But he grabbed the too-thick groom stick and tossed it to the ground.
pulled his pants on backwards and was stormin all around.

if you enter in the rear
you better
come up now and pay your fair
don’t let em
trick you with a whisper in the ear
unless they put out
you’re not going anywhere.

since this reaction was clashin with the acts mentioned above,
I said stop spazzin, you’re gonna rip your purple pleather gloves,

he said: you’re wack, kid, you musta gone all bat-shit undone
we were just dancin, and now you want my bum to scrub-a-dub?
Girl, don’t misdirect your passion with some stranger in a club,
Back seats are for romancin, but back doors are for real love.

Now it may not seem fair that I keep it nice and tight
but if you want all up in there you best be (Mr./Mrs.) Right

Then he stood up to leave, but I was still enthralled
so we stayed up eating ice cream watching Kids in the Hall.

if you enter in the rear
you better
come up now and pay your fair
don’t let em
trick you with glitter, smoke and mirrors
unless they put out
you’re not going anywhere.

if you enter in the rear
you better
come up now and pay your fair
don’t let em
trick you with a whisper in the ear
unless they put out
you’re not going anywhere.
Track Name: Zombie Apocalypse!
yo yo here we go riding nuclear snow
the sun’s a black hole and my fuel gauge is low.
I got cannibals chasing me, hot on my trail
wouldn’t you know it, I just broke a nail.

It’s a zombie apocalypse!
load up on ammo.
It’s a zombie apocalypse!
grab your goriest cammo.

It’s a zombie apocalypse!
It couldn’t be plainer.
It’s a zombie apocalypse!
It’s a real no-brainer.

I got my machine gun and I got my machete,
this Z takes turns like I was John Andretti.
I’m slicing up zombies left and right like confetti
zombie intestines spilling out like spaghetti.

It’s a zombie apocalypse!
No time to linger.
It’s a zombie apocalypse!
Hey, look! A finger!

It’s a zombie apocalypse!
It couldn’t be plainer.
It’s a zombie apocalypse!
It’s a real no-brainer.

My kid is a zombie, my husband’s a zombie,
and I sleep in the store-room of this mall’s Abercrombie.
I never get lonely. Well, sometimes a little.
My dog’s head fell off, but I sold it for skittles.

It’s a zombie apocalypse!
load up on ammo.
It’s a zombie apocalypse!
grab your goriest cammo.

It’s a zombie apocalypse!
It couldn’t be plainer.
It’s a zombie apocalypse!
It’s a real no-brainer.


I was Raptured once, I remember it well.
up there with Sarah Palin and Jerry Falwell.
talking in tongues and ringin them bells.
Said thanks for the ticket. I’ll risk it in hell.

It’s a zombie apocalypse!
No time to linger.
It’s a zombie apocalypse!
Hey, look! A finger!

It’s a zombie apocalypse!
It couldn’t be plainer.
It’s a zombie apocalypse!
It’s a real no-brainer.


It’s a zombie apocalypse!
load up on ammo.
It’s a zombie apocalypse!
grab your goriest cammo.

It’s a zombie apocalypse!
It couldn’t be plainer.
It’s a zombie apocalypse!
It’s a real no-brainer.


It’s a zombie apocalypse!
No time to linger.
It’s a zombie apocalypse!
Hey, look! A finger!

It’s a zombie apocalypse!
It couldn’t be plainer.
It’s a zombie apocalypse!
It’s a real no-brainer.