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(Adorno Song)
02:54
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I know that the world is owned
they say it's been owned for all of time
but grandma, what's the moon
supposed to advertise?
By the time I could see myself think
I was full of concepts of images settling
I look at 35
and hope I'm emptied of these lives
They role out the new line
choose from what you see
they swear there's one that's right you
they swear there's one that's right for me
Surveyed
All it takes is a little paint, you stay in the right lane
the same paint for billboards
the same paint to mark the safe passage to your heart
from childhood to worker
The patterned mind couples with the hive
Does terror await me when I am emptied
of images and specters
with nothing left to reflect a human being
when culture is industry
reeling from the speed of its human assembly
it's all sold, it's all bought, it's all stole, it's all fucked and so...
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2. |
(Not the Corona Song)
03:43
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What sets me free
when there's friends and drinks
and where is it that I return
to bear the brunt of the everyday
without you all
Whatever happened to
how it used to be
gathering around the fire, the table, the block
what tears us all apart
what stops before we start
what domesticates our hearts
All the models in corona ads
mock our solitude
it's sad 'cause it's true
Loneliness commercialized
as desire for the sexy life
but what isolates us everyday
can't be clicked or drank or shopped away
Separated by
a spectacular and empty unity
but if you don't mind
I'll be by your side
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3. |
The Negative
02:50
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Social ties
over separate lives
that were taught
so some of us never can cross
and share their spacious side
Make a witches brew
something else to do
something new
not what I was born into
but what decides all womankind
man's design
remnants
matricide
Coming to be through norms
they create we conform
coming to be through pain
we respond with our names
I leave no trace by tracing
it only deepens the mark
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4. |
Potshot
03:28
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Simple tactics I enlist in
surveilled shoplift generation
ask off work to protest deportation
More
wish I could do more
ain't exactly got the numbers on my side
Guess I'm still afraid to die
such a small vote for such a huge life
long sentence for such a small fire
More
wish I could burn more
but I need wood to burn and wood to build
and I'm going crazy standing still
sometimes I think I'll flee
but oh what overcomes me
the only thing I've ever known
Always already short of
some place safe from what they made
made up
apocalyptic potshot takers
tell me where we can meet up
'cause small town livin' ain't exactly filled with
mobs and masses
I was late to pay the rent so I had to do the drive through bank thing
and I paint-bombed the ATM!
and all the white realtors who run this town invaded another black neighborhood
and we scared 'em out!
last night I went out with my shit-talking drinking buddies and we said man, we should organize
and we did! and we did!
really, I just went to the bank
I saw the signs
I got a drink
and lived my life
Oh I need to try
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Instead of simple lines
complexified
blurred beyond grip
when my last injury completes me
I'm impossibly exchanged
for a mental image
And I hope it haunts with love and gravity
I've been haunted too by love and gravity
Already, looking back it's just a story
I know how to tell
As the gate closes I
tightly hold my stakes as they rise
higher than clouds, to breathe I have to try
unto me mine
Beneath me the center can't hold
anything to break my fall
By the time I
find your torch
gone out I stumble
in your darkness
trying in vain
to dry
the wick
I fear
my own darkness
stumbled upon
our house
lit for now
through the same damn night
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Winter years
a whole era of winter year
petrified vehicles in gridlocked streets
the clock on the wall is a hanging circle
And we forget what we came in the room for
look around for something that rings a bell
each object is coated in dystopian shine
updated while we sleep
The whole western world is Winnipeg for an age
In the morning it's still dark outside
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