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I’m empathetic, I’m pathetic, I’m so sweet you’re diabetic, a hectic, dialectic, wrecked it Ralph
Mediocre begins with me, do re mi fa so la ti, I’m Bill Withers with sewing scissors, Lean On Me
Incognito inconsistent, consternated magician’s assistant, I’m AOK, I’m so decay resistant.
I want to be the one for someone, someone always leads to no one, knowin someone’s always so fun, oh I love you…
In the morning, without a warning, forlorn and scorning this incongruity
In the evening, it’s so misleading, can’t believe I’m grieving, this incongruity
I’m sick, you’re sick, we’re all sick of Isaac, at the ice cream social I forgot my ice pick, the mother lode, or the rocky road, take yer pick
Pent up glamour, pentagrammer, penthouse party, internet scammer, a Facebook bookcase, a Myspace space case, for scale here’s a bananer
The bluest of the ocean hues are truer than my baby blues, this chordal reef lies through its teeth to you
I want to be the one for someone, someone always leads to no one, knowin someone’s always so fun, oh I love you…
In the morning, without a warning, forlorn and scorning this incongruity
In the evening, it’s so misleading, can’t believe I’m grieving, this incongruity
A slip up, a hiccup, hands up this is a stickup, went to the doctors to get a checkup, there’s nothing to see so what’s wrong with me, pick it up pick it up pick it up
I’m a cute n cuddly cunning cutthroat, cutting corners just to stay afloat, the Sloop John B’s got nothing on me or my boat.
The best coast ghost with most to boast, rug burned knees and burnt the toast, like awkward clockwork at the chalkboard, am I parasite or host?
Heterotrophic, thalassophobic , livin in an environment that’s anaerobic, One fish, two fish, two if you flinch, got any sevens? go fish.
I think the birds are sleeping, they’re so quiet tonight.
I think the birds are sleeping, for some reason that’s alright
I think the birds are sleeping, they are nowhere in sight.
I think the birds are sleeping, for some reason that’s alright
I like the birds. I like the birds, I like the birds alright
I’m like the birds, I’m like the birds, I’m like the birds tonight
I’m like the birds, I’m like the birds, I’m like the birds tonight
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Have you ever felt like you're a little weird like
The place that you belong is a billion miles from here like
Something is wrong and you're missing all the signs like
A strange sense of longing while looking at the sky?
I'll tell you why. I'll tell you why.
The truth ain't out there
Its right here right now.
The little men from outer space
don't care about you anyhow.
The men in black don't have your back
And we will never make contact
The truth ain't out there.
Have you ever thought man I gotta get away like
The Earth was nice to visit but I never planned to stay.
If I hold my thumb out long enough I'm sure to get a ride
But those lights up in the sky keep on passing me by.
Passing me by.
The truth ain't out there
Its right here right now.
The little men from outer space
don't care about you anyhow.
The men in black don't have your back
And we will never make contact
The truth ain't out there.
You might not be leaving, but its not worth grieving
There's still lots to see on the ground.
The thing that your missing is not really missing
What's not lost can never be found.
The urge keeps on pulling you, its so insatiable
How is this feeling allowed?
But from what I have heard, when you're outside the Earth
And you scream it does not make a sound. A sound. A SOUND.
Because the truth ain't out there
Its right here right now.
The little men from outer space
don't care about you anyhow.
The men in black don't have your back
And we will never make contact
The truth ain't out there.
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I was searching for the first thing that would appear in my mind, our political and economic conditions were the only things that I could find,
If we had the means of production then I know what we would do,
Let's paint this blue world black and red until that which should be becomes true,
The police chief is in a limousine,
running away from our guillotine,
we are singing the utopian blues in the key of C,
We are singing “we want it all”,
the police chief is in a limousine,
running away from our guillotine,
we will communalize the land and all industries,
when the summer turns to fall,
I would be lying if I told that I was trying to follow the law,
the means of freedom were dying, that was the last thing that I saw,
before I found a way to run away from the castle of undead vampires,
there is not enough water in this entire galaxy to quell our revolutionary fires,
The police chief is in a limousine,
running away from our guillotine,
we are singing the utopian blues in the key of C,
We are singing “we want it all”,
the police chief is in a limousine,
running away from our guillotine,
we will communalize the land and all industries,
when the summer turns to fall,
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A D
Torture, rendition, indefinite detention,
A E A
racism, and bigotry remains
A D
corporate personhood, police in your neighborhood
A E A
the working class in shackles and in chains
D A
Despite what you read in your history books
E A
These are the things that make our country great
D A
Does this look like your American Dream
B E --
Are these the things we propogate?
A D
We lead incarceration, our Mass deportations
A E A
And our for-profit-prison industry
A D
Unchecked poverty, social inequality
A E A
We watch it all in complicity
D A
Despite what you read in your history books
E A
These are the things that make our country great
D A
It's time to wake up from the American Dream
B E
Its time for us to smash the State
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Geophagia - Werewolf
03:14
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Sometimes I wish I was a werewolf so I could tear your throat out
And snuggle with those little furry pups
Wouldn’t it be nice to be a werewolf big teeth and claws and fur at night
And a logical excuse to act up
But you probably would slaughter me
Find me hanging from a tree
I wish I could be safe to be
Just who I want to be
If I wasn’t who you think I am
Or even who you thought I’d been
I know you’d string me up
For all the cheering crowd
I’d go running in the forest and scare all of your children
As you tucked them into bed
And for anyone out late at night they’d better hurry home because Otherwise the morning find them dead
I’d see your smiling faces as I frantically looked down
I’d see your thirsty faces lick the blood as it dripped down
But that doesn’t mean I’m evil
No it don't mean I’m wrong
I’m just trying to survive
And I know I won’t last long
I’m starving and I”m freezing
And I’m finding only pitchforks
While you’re setting my home on fire
You’re setting my home on fire...and I don’t know what to do
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just because you can date all of your friends doesn’t mean that you should. just because you’re not dating all of your friends doesn’t mean that you can’t make out with them if you all want to. cuz it doesn’t matter if you’re gals being pals or just bros being bros or bros being gal pals, gal pals can be bros. i guess what i’m saying is gender doesn’t have to exist, now you can make out with your friends and be gay. buying things won’t make me happy and a job won’t either but i have to for now. but there is something that they can’t sell to us, its affection and support to and from all my friends. so i tell my friends i love them, kiss them on the cheek. it’s important to me they always know they are enough. so i tell my friends i love them, kiss them on the cheek. it’s important to me they always know that they are loved. cuz it doesn’t matter if you’re gals being pals or just bros being bros or bros being gal pals, gal pals can be bros. i guess what i’m saying is gender doesn’t have to exist, now you can make out with your friends and be gay.
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well, you cannot disappear
even when you're dead and gone
you still have a body, you still have a body
and i'll still get my point across
even if you prove me dead wrong
i don't listen to nobody, never listened to nobody
probably explains why i don't know anything,
always end up alone stuck out in the rain
well, there's a murder of black birds
all screaming the f word at me
as i try to fall asleep on the concrete
i've been here four days, still waiting on that double stack
i'm all outta ideas, just sit and watch the empy tracks
well i'm a crooked tooth quitter, i'm a stone sober sinner
i'm the queen of damp clothes and cold dinner
i've been here four days, still waiting on that double stack
i'm all outta ideas, just sit and watch the empy tracks
well, i've been slowly growing out of everything that i love
i'm not gonna grow up, i don't wanna
((i'm still waiting))
((i've been here four days, still waiting on that double stack
i'm all outta ideas, just sit and watch the empty tracks))
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Wayfairy - Black Snake
03:57
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Written while participating in a blockade of the Keystone XL pipeline, this song is dedicated to the indigenous activists who have protested and who continue to protest white supremacy and colonization while resisting the shipping of tar sands through sovereign land.
lyrics
Black snake, black snake
carving through the land
scaring life away
breathing in tar sand
Black smoke, black smoke
choking out the light
in the shadows, in the dark
is where we take up the fight
Slithering beneath the earth
from magic northern realms
the snake is just the messenger
of demons at the helm
who from their corporate fortress
humans' legacy decide
conceal with screens and flashing lights
the quickly rising tide
it's coming, oh it's coming
the witches of the world
who haven't yet been burned
are rising up to fight the
executioners in turn
they summon up the spirits of
the soils and of the tress
who now, exploited for to long,
are shaking themselves free
the ground is shaking
the sky is breaking
the earth won't stand for the mess we're making
maybe none will be spared
the wrath of crusty earth
the demons and the witches
all bear the human curse
but maybe when the skies are blue again
we'll start anew
grasp life for the many from
the clenched jaws of the few
we're coming, oh we're coming
Black snake, black snake
carving through the land
scaring life away
breathing in tar sand
Black smoke, black smoke
choking out the light
in the shadows, in the dark
is where we take up the fight
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Anxiety Camp Records Seattle, Washington
a collection of mostly acoustic anti authoritarian audio hailing from greater Cascadia
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