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Aphorisms
05:09
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Man! Digging to the centre of the world
Jetting beyond the stratosphere
Sending atomic subs to the deepest fathoms
Watching the ice shelves fall
Numen spoke in shards
He was wedged in a crack in a glacier. He said,
Maybe we'll get to see the end of the earth in time
Before we reach the edge
There's no place to put all the trash
Looking at that widening pool of oil
I couldn't understand why
There wasn't one in my chest
I do care about you
So much
I still care about you
so much
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Cosmic Eyeball
06:06
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We see you from the river, you fantastic bird of prey
From within the stream you seem so close
But you know you're so far away
If the river dried, you'd think you'd died and gone to heaven
To be free of the burden
No more relying on your friends
We devolved plebiscites, stuck in the mud, can't see the true horizon
We're stuck in the mud. We're sticks in the mud.
Luckily we could never experience true fun.
One minute a master, the next a babe, before the night, shines the day, a thousand deaths an hour and a thousand more lives, the rows of teeth in every smile, shining out, ready to speak, and what do you think they've got to say? One minute a master, the next a babe, before the night, shines the day
Mountain peaks shine in your eyes behind the glaze and crusted sleep. Oh, you've discovered much and the mysteries of life aren't so deep as they used to be. I can see you're dying to cross the river, but you'll never make it trying to return to me. The bridges are nothing but charcoal bones. They burned while you were on the cosmic journey to the centre of your own fucking eyeball.
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Hard Work
06:43
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it's easy to hop in and flow with the river
floating on its purpose
but it's still hard work to ignore the feces
submerged debris
and an animal carcass hanging in the trees
concrete blocks the power for power and power
a gutter for effluent running off affluence
trickling down down down
that wonderful backbone
sure to never reach us
its easy to float in and out with the tide
hoping to catch a ride to somewhere nice
but it's still hard work to ignore the feces
submerged debris
and sinking ships leaking shit all over the beach
steel floats to steal sell and deliver
on a pool for sewerage flushed from prosperity
floating around around around
sure to never leave us
economic reverence swelling heads, bank accounts, species dead
strip the seabed, eat the river banks
shit on the floor
behind the door only lies more
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paralytic teenage girl sits in her own piss
whilst crying for the love of her life
drunk middle aged men forget they're fathers
and stare at her inner thigh, and walk on by
fascist thugs, stumble around
waiting to punch anyone who catches their eye
racist fucks, circle the blocks
yelling abuse at anyone who isn't white
phobic straightos, who seem to want
to tear me a new asshole
romance in the night
i've seen it, i've seen it all
i've heard it, i've heard it all
i've felt it, i've felt it all
the different cries from a seedy life
the seedy cries for a different life
a haze of expectations
nothing making any sense at all
fast food wrappers in greasy hands
pimples, splotches, blackheads
a buzzing, flickering, neon queasy scene
please take your receipt
when the bars are closed it's world war three for these fiends
the desperate and dateless are circling the streets
and the horny and hopeless are hoping to meet
groveling in the streets, everyone's a target now
romance in the night
gothic spires, full moon light
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Mega Mental Massacre
04:00
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Mega mental massacre
What should I do? It's bad, but not bad enough
I'll be swimming under the willow roots if I don't get myself a paddle soon
If I don't stop sayin, I can't, I can't I can't
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The Ballot Box
04:05
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well i saw this man with his master plan talking on the TV
with his greasy smile and his suave yuppy style, he said his piece
"listen to me! listen to me! listen to me!
trust me i'm from the screen, radio and magazine
your future is safe, prosperous, well cared for, better than before
rest easy lives won't falter under me
go to sleep hand over your dreams
i have the answers i bring the change"
he keeps on talking, loosening his jacket
big mouth flapping, sweaty hands waving
he starts his yelling, his tie is choking his neck
red face spit flying, he is passionate
"listen to me! listen to me! listen to me!
bludgeon the bludger, freeze all the freebies
sell off your mother, piss on the youth
put me on the pillar put your head on a pillow
go to sleep hand over your dreams
i have the answers, i bring the change"
run off to the ballot box
for old git fascist cash lust economists
run off to the ballot box
for import export stolen land conglomerates
run off to the ballot box
for shit shinning reformists
no shit smear in a suit is gonna make it better on a benefit
minimum wage nine to five slave
street kid wheel chair
homeless man stolen land, fracked up gouged out sold on
put them up on the pillar, rest your head down on the pillow
go to sleep hand over your dreams
run off to the ballot box
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