1. |
Curtain Call
04:50
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If this is the curtain call, I’m missing some cast
I swear they were here before the drapery collapsed
I’m still preparing for the heartbreak to hit
Out where the absence is obvious
I’m just missing all my friends
And I have not forgotten
But It’s so easy to pretend
When hiding in the garden
I Want terribly
to go back to before.
Like magically,
just back to before.
Everyday feels like a sorry and desperate crawl
This room reeks of melancholy and rubbing alcohol
People who just months ago, were full of liveliness
Have now disappeared into some abyss
I’m just missing all my friends
And I have not forgotten
It’s so easy to pretend
when hiding in the garden
Couldn’t even say goodbye to them
Maybe I can come Autumn
I Want terribly
to go back to before.
Like magically,
back to before.
Impossibly
Back to before
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2. |
A Sincere Critique Of 45
04:07
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There’s a little orange baby, hiding in a basement, while the streets around him
sing
No Justice no peace, fuck racist police, but he can’t hear a thing.
He’s safe and sound, reading his bible upside down, pretending that he believes in
a God
He’s doesn’t even have to pray, he’ll just quote the KKK and his white followers
applaud
The president has a tiny prick
And we’re all gonna die because of it
People are sick, people are dying, not him, he’s just fine and he suggests you try
drinking bleach.
I wish that he’d try first, just to make sure that it works, what a hero he would be.
The president is an idiot
With a tiny prick
And we’re all gonna die because of it
Losing track of days in quarantine, but among the social distancing there is unrest
that stirs beneath
And the nurses don’t have masks, But the cops got plenty of gas to cure the
protests in the street.
The president is incompetent
He’s an idiot
/With a tiny prick
And we’re all gonna die because of it
The cops, Instead of training them, we stocked them with grenades and then gave
em more than they could ever need
And they’ll be no more singing here, cause we put on our riot gear, so some one’s
got to bleed.
The president is a racist
He’s is incompetent
Yeah, He’s an idiot
With a tiny prick
And we’re all gonna die because of it
Now the little orange baby, he wants the military to fight the people they protect
And we might be filled with unease about the coming days, but that don’t mean we
can rest
Because The president is a racist
white supremist
The president is incompetent
He’s an idiot
He’s a giant dick
With a tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny prick
And we’re all gonna die because of it
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3. |
Ruminations
04:50
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Tried my best to set my mind at ease
trying to make some sense of it all
My prowess for dodging disease
Now somehow feels impossible
I was ready for this shoe to fall
Boy Did it ever, like we’d never expect
More ready than I thought possible
But far less so than I could accept
Still I can’t refrain from ruminating ominously
But somehow I make it all about me, obviously
There’s a ship on the TV
They say that the crews getting sick
Turned around and sent back to sea
where they’ll stay until the end of it
Still I can’t refrain from ruminating ominously
And somehow I make it all about me, obviously
A new normal, is what they say
But that just makes no sense to me
I want that oxymoronic cliche
Extracted from my vocabulary
A Narcissist in the apocalypse
Is what I am
It feels like we are in some grim noir
Horror film
Still I can’t refrain from ruminating ominously
And somehow I make it all about me, obviously
A new normal, is what they say
But that just makes no sense to me
I want that oxymoronic cliche
Extracted from my vocabulary...please
A Narcissist in the apocalypse
Is what I am
It feels like we are in some grim noir
Horror film
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4. |
No Smoking
03:42
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The Sign on the wall says no smoking
The bartender directs you outside
As you inhale the smoke you start complaining
“Who are they to tell me how to die?”
You say the world, well it’s ending
You the planet has gone to shit
And there’s nothing that we can do about it
This world’s too broke for us to fix.
You say it started when the planes hit the buildings
You know the ones that dubya ignored
Or you claim worse yet even orchestrated
So that we would beat the drums of war.
You say it’s sad, that no one sees it coming
Everybody's got a false sense of hope
But the politicians they are the drug dealers
And fear is their dope
Everybody wants to pledge allegiance
Everybody wants to protect their home
But if you’re withdrawing from your freedom
Remember
patriotism, it’s just like methadone
I say look on the bright side darling
When this world is gone if we survive the hunger and disease
You and I, we will still be standing here
And we can smoke anywhere we please
Yeah we can die anywhere we please
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I wanted so hard to believe in the great mirage.
We wanted so badly to feed, but we starved.
Want to flood into the streets in a savage rage,
Shake the forbidden fruit from the tree,
Goddamn the plague.
Singing in the basement in fearful detachment from my romantic best self’s tenacious enactments.
Locked up
Locked up and locked out
You were brought here across the sea, in chains.
Southern man wanted so bad to keep you enslaved.
Then you fought to be free, free for a change.
Then the cops put you under their knee and into the grave.
Capital offenses with minimum sentences and public defenses,
what we all pretend is that we can’t see history repeat,
Lock them up and throw away the key.
Locked up
Locked up and locked out
Try to explain this:
There’s children in cages, if their skins a shade different, it’s okay to be indifferent.
How very Christian is child incarceration with your justification based on skin pigmentation?
Now history repeats, another man can’t breathe.
“Turn the other cheek,” What is that supposed to mean?
Things we don’t discuss much, the system that we trust is bound to collapse on its people, who are being crushed beneath the weight of an elitist class.
If you’re not part of that entitled caste, when they’re done with them, you’ll be next, standing in a pile of ash.
Upward class mobilization is a farce of a creation. It’s a fable that’s enabled to suppress a population.
Where is the heart in heartland?
Why is it I can’t understand?
Class war is at the door from the beltway to the badlands.
They continue to divide us with the shit they put inside us.
Some subtle, some not, like everyone's got an equal shot at clawing out of poverty, not far removed from the slavery that built this whole society.
Change is going to take bravery.
And I’ll try better I promise, to be more courageous in the face of an injustice, but until then they just bust us up
Locked up and locked out.
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6. |
Week Five
04:48
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My voice is horse and ruddy from singing the same old song
A song I’ve sung a million times before
And my hands are cracked and bloody from holding on too long
When things just ain’t that way anymore
Friends and family laid to rest before the world fell apart
I’m wondering who among them could have endured
Some would do okay I guess, some it would just break their hearts
That things just ain’t that way anymore
Staring out into a crowd, fight or flight reflex aroused
I try to remember what that’s like
On these lonely, lonely nights.
Last night I went out walking in the apocalyptic quiet
The placidity dissolved me to the core
I’m wondering how I’ll explain the how and when and why it
just isn’t that way anymore
Singing out, singing aloud, fight or flight reflex aroused
All the chances I denied, now I’m wondering what if I had tried
I just want to see my friends, all together once again
But things just ain’t that way anymore
We’re all used to pretending the weather is not changing
As the sea walls collapse into the shore
Now the storm that’s been impending is here, the deluge is descending, it’s clear
that things just ain’t that way anymore
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