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1. |
Under the Blood Moon
03:48
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Under the Blood Moon
woke up in the back of '99 Camry
with my laughter inside of me, I
clambered out the canopy with no vanity
plates on the eighth day of the eighth month of a long ride with
no sanity
can't say this is where I planned to be
can't say I planned much, just a
couple of cans of entropy in my memory, when
suddenly, with no warning
hear you back with
that studied former melody
and just
having you here in mind
with me is making me sick
maybe that explains
all of
my anti-authority
and now I'm feeling
yeah, I'm feeling
I'm feeling
BAD
but I walk on past the tide, because I'm feeling
FREE
but these thoughts keep coming
in the orifice behind my eyes
BAD
half a cancer's past is at the back of cash advances
like that priest became a preacher just to touch the girls at dances
and the ashes of the fascists are the finest in the attic,
flowers went to seed the trees outgrew the confines of the planter
lazy panther light the lantern like leviathan on niacin, I'm higher than
a born-again's intelligence... not saying much, I'm realer
than a mormon out of trouble, a banker working double,
a trooper's black leather fist the back a bleeding cranium
there we got uranium, buried up the cemetery's allegories
tell your California seeds conceive the action
their little deeds delete the passion
but their attitudes will next dictate they way they spin their last one
Fatter needle's counterpoint to kill a little louder
at the foundry county fire from the faucet is
the little we distill to fill the landfill that is consciousness, I can see the
Underwater undercover cut covert the copy, but I bought
a little story from the classical anatomy,
classism is classified according to catastrophe,
figure we're just due a later level of geology
(figure we're just due a later level of geology)
(figure we're just due a later level of geology)
BAD
but I don't give up the fight, because I'm feeling
FREE
so you don't give up the fight you mother fucker, cause it's
BAD
Automate it, that's the final line of my biography
Topically, I'm best applied in thin coats of biology
Technically, I'm skeptical, but actually elliptical
Surrender all your syllables, pause and close your eyes and count to
seven then we'll guess a number decades left in heaven
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2. |
$ Hit
06:35
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$ Hit
I battle this sensation that it's troubling
toiling and rummaging,
incarcerated lovingly
and truly just a
chattel dopamine reactor
worker ever after at this
low-stakes wage labor
up, and barely coming
Cattle-prodded attitude is humbling,
something for your deficit
infected under arm or
desiccated underling
my brain is at the center
it's the city that was hovering
I claim a vow of coloring
beyond the veil of othering
to never cease uncovering
the lover who needs mothering
the fires they keep smothering
the gathering the hunter sing, but
blood that boil surely never grovel offered
knees upon the gravel
til they off the head that's wondering
classify the cryptonym
to infiltrate the dead but all
these raindrops
be walking on my head
X3
classify the cryptonym
to infiltrate the dead
but I still got these
ink stains in my pants
It's Dollar Hit Dollar Hit
Don't allow yourself what you would never forgive
It's Dollar Hit Dollar Hit
Fuck a 9-5 if it's status that you practice
It's Dollar Hit Dollar Hit
finance is a dance for the church of human suffering
It's Dollar Hit Dollar Hit
I wrote this song to sort out all my shit
White collar capitalist coming in my shit with your quarter dollar tip
25 hundred dollar briefcase where you keep all of the latest blueprints to
deconstruct community in name of your integrity and dignity, as if you
have no memory of every lesson your poor, poor, literally poor
social studies teacher tried to impart to you, I promise you
you pick up a book or pick up a bike, or pick up a paintbrush,
or pick up a paintcan, cook your own food and wash
your own dishes, for once see the sour in the social circle
plummeting the pennies to the billions in your wishing well
wish you well knowing no one ends up in hell,
cause after you burn, there's nothing to be, so come out
and find me, here in the desert, late in the fate, I'm
telling you, man I'll be telling you, with prophets eyes and
goat guts and until then
classify the cryptonym
to infiltrate the dead but all
these raindrops
be walking on my head
X3
classify the cryptonym
to infiltrate the dead
but I see where I can rest
so I walk to end of the night
It's Dollar Hit Dollar Hit
Don't allow yourself what you would never forgive
It's Dollar Hit Dollar Hit
Fuck a 9-5 if it's status that you practice
It's Dollar Hit Dollar Hit
finance is a dance for the church of human suffering
It's Dollar Hit Dollar Hit
I wrote this song to sort out all my shit
classify the cryptonym
to infiltrate the dead but all
these raindrops
be walking on my head
X3
classify the cryptonym
to infiltrate the dead
but I'm still bleeding hard
so fuck it
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3. |
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Fear and Damage (Joan Didion)
Many, many shimmers here under the stream
broken over one after another where it never heals clean
and though you'll never ever be a one, you'll always
have a talent to domesticate the violence, how
you carry me, through fear and damage
Many many mornings feel that flame on the rain
and though I shiver on the stretcher like I'm dying of shame
but over all the dead love and battle after battle
in the migraine
weeping laughter, take heart how you managed
carried on, through fear and damage
Farewell to that metropolis, that castle of the lost
veins of pride, pumped full of symbols
of oppressive value,
labor a commodity they never allow you
not that your identity is anything to many men
don't want you to write
don't want you to speak, your voice sounds louder than
their bullhorns carried on, by fear and damage
"Puddles on the road digging on this journey through confusion, revolution by evolution, telling me no guarantee exists that we'll find love. Well, I have your words. I got you Joan Didion. And hell, if that's something, at least I got something."
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4. |
Local Politics
02:34
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Local Politics
There's a library burning and a
jail being built
(Take shit, we always take shit)
There's a camera on the corner
but the tape's running out
(Take shit, that's how we take shit)
Went to school with the padlock
but now we got the bolt cutters
(Take shit, we're gonna take shit)
Pictures celebrate they
took by lies what was ours
(Take shit, they tell you take shit)
And if you take shit, you're a criminal
But when they take shit, it's constitutional
And when they take a shit, where they taking it?
In our basement—that's why you pay for it.
There's a drill site rising up
draino in the rainwater
(Take shit, that's how they take shit)
Winter winds stronger
and the streets going hotter
(Take shit, and still they take shit)
Nothing in the fridge but the
mold from the condiments
(Take shit, but I maintain shit)
Stay resolve, though they fuck it and they
don't know where the condom is
(Take shit, we're gonna take shit)
And if you take shit, you're a criminal
But when they take shit, they're institutional
And when they take a shit, where they taking it?
In our basement—that's why you pay for it.
There's a class five hurricane
knocking on the Senate now
(Take shit, it's gonna take shit)
Got a dollar in the bank
30 grand out on loan, let it
(Take shit, it's gonna take shit)
Fight to work til 90
And you try to say I'm selfish as you waste
(shit, that's how you take shit)
Running out excuses,
never short on accusations so we
(Take shit, because you break shit)
And if I take shit, I'm a reprehensible
But when you take shit, you're indispensable
And when you take a shit, where you taking it?
In my basement—that's why I pay for it.
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5. |
This Bread's Gonna Break
02:03
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This Bread's Gonna Break
Sweeping up the place where I make my money, I
thought to myself how I ate so little I
thought better of it but I still got faith
this bread's gonna break
even if it's engineered to poison us slow
when I get to your place
this bread's gonna break
born on the backs of industrial waste
on the reuptake and we're all on the take
This bread's gonna break
Like a levy breeched, sooner or later
This bread's gonna break
Bread's gonna break, break
This bread's gonna break my butter,
oh brother, this bread's gonna break, break
this bread's gonna break my bank
and I don't know better my body
my hobby, my lobby is dank serotonin
that I roll when I tranq, tranq, drank
my weight not to think, think, thank you
misery, glad for your company, now
got the budget and I balance it
bread's gonna break, break
break that step that kills curiosity
majority ignored by the state, state
profit in pollution, and a
quarter mill incarcerated
Fuel on the fire
this bread's gonna break
Like a levy breeched, sooner or later
This bread's gonna break
Bread's gotta break, break
Cheap psycho patriarchs don't intimidate
cause I know one hour
This bread's gonna break
This bread's gonna break your bank
if it breaks my back, when I can't
get treated I'll know
who to thank, thank, (thank)
(But) remember, my lover
when the day grows late
how in all this universe
you've no greater permanence
but you know when it's all over
I'll be headed on over
and this bread's gonna break
This bread's gonna break, break
This bread's gonna break my butter
if bread's gonna break, we'll plate this
plant to the palate of fate, fate, fate
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6. |
Wirefont
02:15
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now I believe that
nothing is fixed, not even sexuality
nor is it a choice, like everything we're born for
so logic brings me to the prospect we can never be ruled by anything
not even our own logic
the project
to get with the early onset
develop a sense of nonsense, incense, in some sense,
deliver the throne to calm sense let's
draw lots and throw in our dice with the Morlocks
or henceforth, fore so-forth: let's move in the gentle moon phase, grab
the baton and
relay, hit replay
draw, quarter, quarter draw out, out to smithereens, I don't agree
we gotta dwell in
greed,
but it ain't always be
a man versus man or a man versus self
leadership is
poison,
ownership is any thing,
commodity is hope, hope is also poison,
hope is also
faith,
raise it to a pitch, lose sight of everything
bankrupt it, you lose every thing
a little tip to the martyrs on the boulevard:
check your intentions, make sure to mention
in every invention, flaws manifest with character
the right cues provided, I might convince you of anything
but no thing is everything is every thing is nothing
pretty lines can mesmerize but substance always something
memory shall now agree that mine was somewhat lacking
telepathic miracles and cyclones of a microbe
dope ohms of blond monk gone hey-day
rotate aging promos out of four-doors to do melee, pray they
make some day a nice day for a germ-phase
of a new way
of blunt bones under late sun under five bucks
and so forth, the
rest, as they nay say, in the old shucks, is history
and shall remain so, in some sense, now a mystery.
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Wilbur Force Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
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"Frustratingly Romantic! Fiercely Anticapitalist!"
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