1. |
Listing In The Blue
02:40
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Caught in the current
in the center of the flood
in the hole in the sky
mountains and molehills
have no bearing on the mud
I could see into the eye
Implications visceral
twisting in the mess
I thought my heart would burst
with each successive wave
just deepening the curse
dredging up debris
from the bottom of the worst
And I lost my way
The cold wind whistling through
gaps in our shitty room
sang the doom song of time
laughter no longer penetrated
through the gloom
with no rhyme or reason why
Desperate and powerless
I let myself slip down into a deeper pit
lifelong weakness in control
couldn't deal with it
listing in the blue and desolate
And I lost my way
Self indulgent rantings
of an aging Hedonite
maudlin poesy aside
I had to put the little maniac to bed
up til now I never tried
It'd be quite easy to remain insane
rabid sad and tiresome old shit talking fool
tackling the strawmen
using strictly broken tools
it's been long enough floating here
just listing in the blue
So I find my way
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2. |
Putrid Fallacy
02:53
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So everything falls apart
and you fall a long way down
everybody sees what you're going through
ignoring helping hands
you spread your sickness all around
She never belonged to you
no matter how you look at things
and that's a fact
God damn it man
why shit on all your friends
when you know damn well
she's never coming back
Something's been trained into your brain
You're feeling true despair
nobody knows what it's all about
but something sinister lurks inside of you
we tried to lift you up
and now we gotta put you out
There's a little thing
that conspires to keep us all on our knees
God damn it man
the putrid fallacy
where everything else is shit
and men are kings
It's been trained into your brain
It's the same thing as insane
It ain't right
you just gotta let it go
I can see it in you
and I know you know
It ain't right
you just gotta let it go
we gotta have open hearts
if our blood is gonna flow
While we're on the subject
of putrid fallacy
I'd like to take this opportunity
to point out another reason why
liberation don't succeed
There's a nasty thing
that spoiled humans never wanna see
God damn it man
living the conditioning
where everything else is shit
and you are king
It's been trained into your brain
it's the same thing as insane
it's complicit with the dudes'
shitty entitled attitudes
It ain't right
you just gotta let it go
I can see it in you
and I know you know
It ain't right
you just gotta let it go
we gotta have open hearts
if our blood is gonna flow
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3. |
On The Eastside
03:01
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Creeping doom
official decree
ratcheting up control
death or captivity
they'll see it through
to it's logical end
watching it happening
over and over again
Until it's you
put your hands behind your head
and get down on your knees
Try to lay low
try to watch your back
they're on a coward's mission
to keep their cages packed
And then it's you
it ain't no mystery
the economy is the ruthless enemy
enforced by nazis
fully armed to the teeth
they'll stop at nothing
to maintain supremacy
On the eastside
Oh no you say it's not that extreme?
ignorant indifference
becomes complicity
occupying army
for the prison state
snatching people off the street
but you're content to wait
Until it's you
apparent yet subconscious
enervation through
continuous abuse
trusted to assist them
typing up your noose
eradication of the ones
who see the truth
On the eastside
Fuck every city
still run by pigs
they take the life away
from everything that lives
irrational bullshit
so common place
kidnappings and killings
right in front of your smiling face
time to decide
which side do you belong?
You can't suspend your disbelief
until it's gone
no longer possible to deny what's going on
On the eastside
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There's a shiver in the air
and a sliver in the sky
sometimes a weakness
crawls up my spine
there's a ribbon of road
that bears a heavy load
upon this which I will not fold
You know that hammer
the one above our skulls
you know that hammer really knows
death is an adviser
an arms' length away
the percussive tick tock stops
I been working like a dog
moon's been working like a dog
we been working like doggy dogs
there's no screen door to slam, it fell off
hanger boards and shifting rock foundations
moon licks her wounds
by leaving water and whiskey
pastels turn in cloudy nights
color of the smoke
bellowing out of the barges
You know that hammer
the one above our skulls
you know that hammer really knows
death is an adviser
an arms' length away
the percussive tick tock stops
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