1. |
Wire
02:00
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By the Sun and the Moon, what must we do with our anger and fear?
What must we do when we are on seeming sidelines, smelling the gas of violence cast just
down the street, but not upon us?
What must we do with the clutching anxiety galloping before a choice between action and
complicity?
Where do we go to be messy outside of prescripted lines and respectable bounds, to both have
something to stand for and much yet to learn?
How must we begin, if not from the same biotic soup of our own birth, but furious against the
gritty visored maw of an empire, that even now boots down upon the people?
What will we truly lose, but discover ourselves thrashing in the tangles of some wire rooting
through every room in every building, every street, found unjustly around the throats of the
murdered, the same wire running through the head, into the pocketbook, and the pleasures of
just staying out of it?
Who must we listen to, but those living under the salivating mouths of oppression and property:
grinning sourest contempt at its wanted prey.
There are no simple answers, until knowledge delivers us back to each other:
to know the country is not the land,
to know we only endure by organizing together,
to know Death can do well and is here.
Corrupt was the hope in the dream to be great
Corrupt was the thought to own
Corrupt what is yours
Corrupt what is mine
and the wire keeps winding in.
Corrupt was the tenderest colonial coo
Corrupt was the launch to space
Corrupt in the comfort
Corrupt on the land
and the American lie infesting
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2. |
Boom, Click
03:06
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The invitations sent on tasteful ocher stock in serif-ed bold
Some politicians, lobbyists, and their escorts name in gold
"Come one! Come all to a party in your honor!
It will be a soiree to remember!"
And a pleasure to behold
"You're on the list, the open bar is stocked with top-shelf fare.
A coat-check and a valet - rubbing elbows, open air.
All the Right-Wing bigwigs, and the N.R.A, Televangelists."
All dancing to their paid for, licensed, music
And all they'd hear is
Boom, click
Boom, boom, click
What is going on?
They cannot understand that sound
And all they'd hear is
Boom, click
Boom, boom, click
They can't figure tout the sound
The bass is banging much too loud
It's raining death and blood is spilling on the dance floor
Dark
The beat kicks in
Feet start to move
The lights flick on my eyes are filled with the sights of wrinkled white men in suits.
Ice sculptures and gaudy chandeliers refract the white light into ironic rainbow tears
And they don't realize they're doomed
With their bleached white teeth, fake tits, and exceptional veneers
Their thousand dollar suits will be nothing but ash when I'm through
Boom, click
Boom, boom, click
What is going on?
They cannot understand that sound and all they'd hear is
Boom, click
Boom, boom, click
They're slipping on the blood of their constituents and
Boom, click
Boom, boom, click
They're screaming at the top of their lungs
Boom, click
Boom, boom, click
They can't figure out the sound the bass is banging much too loud
It's raining death and blood is spilling on the dance floor
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3. |
Inevitable Decline
04:27
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Words and numbers in a matchbook burning like a kerosene lamp in the corners of my mind
It's flames are licking up, I'm going down
Force my blood and heart to syncopate in a complex time
And it isn't just the content of it
Or the talking that we did that night
It's only that it represents a change
And I'm not nervous for our act to take place
But I don't believe it'd be a waste of time
Preparing for the inevitable decline
So if you want to dissect this dichotomy to see where it all went south
I'll use this matchbook, even on fire, as exhibit A, to tell you what it's all about
And I'm nothing if not inconsistent, both in the wanting and the rather not -
I always thought it'd go away with age
And I'm not nervous for our actions bearing the fruit of our labors
But I do believe we're right
And I do know we're not safe
And we're living now on borrowed time
Words and numbers in a matchbook burning in, burn it down
I can't sort the feeling out:
I'm better in
I'm good without
Turning me around
And I'm not crazy, right, for thinking it's a foolish thing
We're better off doing nothing at all?
Turning me around
But no, I can't expect the change I want to happen if I'm sitting doing nothing when I have the tools in front of me
Turn me around
Turning me around
So now, I mean it
Gonna shake a leg, stepping out with my left foot
Put it out in front of me, followed up by my right foot
Take the matchbook out of my pocket
I'm gonna call you
Just you wait and see I'm gonna call you
And I'm moving, shaking
Dancing, walking, thinking, nervous and I'm salivating
Meandering a bit and stalling while my heart is aching
But I'm nervous breaking down
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4. |
Nashville
03:50
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The Devil walked into The Monocle one summer night in Maryland
We we drinking gin and telling jokes when the man, himself, just sauntered in
With a vacant set of eyes, a three-piece-suit, and through a perfect grin
He said he'd sing us all a song as he tuned his mandolin
"Amassing wealth is easy when you sacrifice some residents
I give them cash, they give me souls
The bombs they use are elegant
Why just today I was called to sign and date a new amendment"
And we wondered what it said
Nashville wasn't meant to survive anyway
Ghosts and specters, wreathed in flame are all floating on the breeze
And there's ragged burnt up corpses on the fences, hanging from the trees
The smell of dirt, and death, and grime is littered on the breeze
And the sounds of young love swept away are the voices begging "Please"
Conquest, War, and Famine they all laugh until they're out of breath
The legions of those MAGA souls are all the banner-men for Death
They march into the capital to make every living soul pay
Cause Nashville wasn't meant to survive anyway
Nashville
Wasn't meant to survive anyway
The Devil laughed as he shared their suffering with us
"And did you see that blast?
All of this for cash!"
They don't care about you, no
It was a single fifty and advancement for his son
Nashville sank into the earth..
The Devil's taking claim enslaving all the folks that call this city home
Filling the Cumberland up with blood, and sweat, and fear, and shame
If you survived the blast out in Lebanon you better get on your knees and pray, Coz
Cause Nashville wasn't meant to survive
O Nashville
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5. |
When the Smoke Clears
05:40
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The robed man rides his pale horse down the streets of Fifth Avenue
Sword drawn, mouth wide
The dust clears, smoke rises
The tear gas all blown away
The haunted dead scream "Two pounds of wheat for a day"
The masses grew
Waiting for the stars to fall down and the Moon to turn red
But they never saw
The blast sounds
The terror of the moment struck us, like a bolt from above
Wails, cries, then sleep
And when we tried to sing along we couldn't match the Angel's songs
Bright white and the feeling of an open door
We count the lights and breathe in
Big man machismo cabaret of rich devoid elite and
White Christian apathy displayed
Our hearts are buried in these streets
You trample on them, underneath
Without a thought of who you walk on
Bells ring, chimes toll
The figure chatters his teeth
Light fades, sky falls
And when the smoke clears and all the buildings fall
The only difference in us are the ones that have they have it all
Big man machismo cabaret of rich devoid elite and
White Christian apathy displayed
Our hearts are buried in these streets
You trample on them, underneath
Without a thought of who you walk on
Who you walk on
Who you're walking on
And when the smoke clears and all the buildings fall
Our hearts are buried in these streets
And they'll catch you lying through your teeth
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6. |
Heave
03:00
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Heave, ho
Build that wall up to the sky and cut it deep with razor wire
Guards posted drinking rum from the cask
Heave
Bore deep down to the seventh layer
Natural gas leak, pump it to the furnace
Pissing upstream, Cadi for their families
Heave
Hot summer sun frying on the back of your neck
A rifle in hand, a whip on his belt
A dollar a week and two loaves of bread
He hollers that you're losing your pace the funders would be upset and wouldn't it be nice to see your family again
So heave, ho
You spent two weeks on a giant T
Another three on the R-U-M-P
Lighting up the fog always watching
Heave
Brushed concrete lay-ins, and glass exterior all trimmed in gold with security systems
Halliburton is making all the quotes
Heave
Does it make you angry that a demagogue, capitalist shill bleeding out your country dry
Is being held up, supported, defended with vitriol and unwritten laws until you cannot say anything, or speak out against his regime?
The police are all bought
Free market is king
The dollar takes throne on the American dream
But not today
Not if we have something to say about this
And as long as my heart still beats
And as long as this, and as long as that
And as long as there is blood in me
So heave
Better let that dream die, boys
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They're kidnapping people in their unmarked vans
They slash and poison our water, open targets on our journalists
And teargas moratoriums, de-escalating seminars they can't help put this fire out
The blood is on our hands
This was a never again, now watch it happen again
Fragile White suburbanites clutching their pearl necklaces
They see graffiti, blame Antifa, lick the boot and go to sleep
And these are the people we know: Holiday White relatives
We refused to talk about it, refused to single them out
Our silence is the bed that we now sleep on
This movement is the chance that we depend on
Hey
Stay together!
Plain clothes cops are out to get you now
They are the boogey-men but we're community
Hey
Move together!
Grab your friends, coordinate, defend
This is our home
Quit your job and join the march is on, the time has come
Cause we are done with your racist bullshit
Enough
Enough
Enough
We've had enough
Enough
Enough
They have been saying it for years but did we really listen to their words?
They have been dying in the streets but did we really listen to the need?
Our silence is the bog that they emerged from
Our founding fathers laid this ground they walk on
They are not listening to me, they will not listen to you
They only listen to their hate
They only hunger for the fight
They want another Civil War
It's time to fight for what is Right
So grab your goggles, don your mask, and join the shield wall
White bodies up in front and all salute the U.S as it falls
Hey
Listen stranger!
Grab my arm
We're in this together now
Alone we are afraid, but together we'll be alright
Hey
Here's some water and some specs for blocking out the gas!
The police are rioting
Because they're losing all their money, power, toys, and their protections to incite
It's time to show these coward men that love and light prevail
We do this every night
Enough
Enough
Enough
We've had enough
Enough
Enough
We've had enough
Enough
Enough
Dayenu
Enough
Enough
Enough
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Oh Donny boy
Oh Donny boy
The rope is calling
Oh Donny boy
Oh Donny boy
The rope is calling
Oh Donny boy
Oh Donny boy
The rope is calling
Gonna take you to meet the Lord
See angels flying above, then walk on clouds to see the Pearly Gates
There are no con-men allowed, no lies, no grifts, and no fake universities
Hark! The Angels sing their songs!
Then up comes Peter with his lists and his psalms
And he says
"Hell is too good for you, Donny, to torture you unending ways
No
We need something more suitable to your particular tastes"
Oh Donny boy
Oh Donny boy
The rope is calling
Oh Donny boy
Oh Donny boy
The rope is calling
Oh Donny boy
Oh Donny boy
The rope is calling
Gonna take you to meet the Lord
Gonna take you to meet the Lord
You're falling to the Earth now, the wind is moving fast
Flesh is being stripped away, new skin put in its place
New clothes on your back
You are now penniless living in your own curated world of cruelty
All of your surgery is gone, nobody recognizes who you might have been
But at least there's still the news
But something is amiss
It's only a year since your passing and no one remembers your name
The only thing that they know about you is collective anger and shame
And so we sing
Oh Donny boy
Oh Donny boy
The rope is calling
Oh Donny boy
Oh Donny boy
The rope is calling
Oh Donny boy
Oh Donny boy
The rope is calling
Gonna take you to meet the Lord
Gonna take you to meet the Lord
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9. |
O Kavanaugh
04:08
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O Kavanaugh
Be careful when you go to sleep tonight
O Kavanaugh
Check your corners when you kill the lights tonight
The party you've subscribed to will sell you up the street
The second they get any word of judicial integrity
The ABA and your Alma Mater really don't believe in you
Neither do your classmates or friends you had in school
O Kavanaugh
Be careful when you drive your car tonight
O Kavanaugh
Check your brakes before you start your car tonight
The only thing to do is drink
Your days are long, your future is bleak
Your only friend is the bottle now
You hide it well but they all know
Your wife is making all new friends, not introducing you to them
You think she's talking about you, and you're right
Margaret and Liza are in the public eye and seeing you for the first time
There's nothing you can do, he damage has been done, your reputation follows you around
Everywhere you go and everything you do the press and people follow you
O Kavanaugh
Your family is absolutely safe tonight
O Kavanaugh
Who cares that your morality is bunk when your vision is doubled?
You're seeing red self-righteous rage
Your rapist eyes can see that the only problem is other people
Everyone is looking at you
Everything you do is scrutinized
There isn't any way out
Everyone is out to get you
Better have another beer and visit that nice woman down the street who makes you feel alive
Unlike that plastic shell of an embarrassment that is your wife
Your life is hell, you need another drink
Bodyguards are sleeping on the job and lax gun laws make you a very easy target
Better drink your beer, another one, and grab that cocked and loaded gun beside your bed
Cry out into the silence say that you've done nothing wrong
Nobody is listening and God has turned his back on you
Everyone is nice to you only out of courtesy
You have no real friends
Pull the trigger
Pull the trigger and blow your brains all out
To end this hell ballet that is your life and save your country while you can
The world would be better off tonight
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10. |
No Thanks
03:12
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11. |
Final Generation of Man
04:44
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If I say that I'll be home tomorrow
Well you better not sell that home today
If I'm singing singing like a sparrow
You'll just copy-claim my voice and turn my melodies into your cash
Yet we're killing all the industries, the businesses, the companies
Cause we can't afford to live the life you lead
The world is crumbling around us, got our hearts all in the right place
Infantilizing generations, while you cash in your retirements
I'm singing about
The world your fucking over, and the land you've all but poisoned
Your ambition, and your genocide
Where's the flower generation gone?
I'm singing about
We're the final generation, the final generation of man
You can say that you didn't see this coming
But you did
And you didn't do anything to make it stop
It's cliche you've become the thing you hated
The Greatest Generation bore entitled aberrations hell-bent on global domination through destruction of natural everything
I'm singing about
About the world that you've polluted, economies that you've balloned, and electing up the Anti-Christ, you're culpable as all of them
I'm singing about you
Politicking lack of empathy, embarrassed millionaire, temporary contentious objector to all things in front us
I'm singing about you
We're the final generation, the final generation of man
Will not bother having children when the world that they can live in is ash
We're the final generation
The final generation of man
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