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Noise on Noise
00:35
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Do you really believe
All the shit that comes out of your mouth?
Playing games to deceive
Framed in justice and evil
You lie through your teeth
Making fools out of people
You do all the things
That you said you would never allow
American values
Place profit and privilege first
Where one man's gain
Comes at everyone's loss
And they'll scoff at the suffering
And pain that they cause
While freedom's the word
They'll so casually toss
But you know there's no god
So there's no risk for them to get burned
While those in the uniforms
Sworn in to serve and protect
And given the chance
To maim or to kill
And reenact violent scenes
From their favorite films
Imposing their power
On poor people's will
They're drunk with impunity
Cleansed of the blood that they spill
You know what you are
But you'll never utter those words
Or admit that the game
Is fixed in its place
To serve those that have
While the have nots remain
Thanking god for each blessing
And their boss for spare change
Saying it could be worse
So I won't make a fuss or complain
In this land of plenty
We're killing ourselves just to live
Dying to work
Dying to pay rent
Dying to try
Our best to pretend
That our interests are best served
By prominent men
Dying to believe
If we work hard we'll be one of them
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Looking for some place to call my own
Everywhere I've been, nothing's been a home
And everyone I see looks like a stranger to me
Why do I seem so differently from the surrounding company?
Why do I feel these things?
Why do I feel these things?
Why?
Do I feel these things?
Do I feel these things?
Do I?
I'm calling out your name stuck in my throat
Don't wanna raise my voice over the radio
And you tell me I'm mistaken when I get self-deprecating
I say your perception is misshapen, I'm not worth the time and space and
Why do I say these things?
Why do I say these things?
Why?
Did I say anything?
Did I say anything?
Did I?
My heart only knows blood red and blue
I couldn't fill it with a god if I wanted to
And no light is gonna shine on this little sense of mine
Now it's all I do to try and pretend I'm not gonna die
Why do I think these things?
Why do I think these things?
Why?
Do I think these things?
Do I think anything?
Do I?
I'm scatter-brained, too pregnant with ideas
I got a million things started that trailed off
And I learn from the future and make plans for the past
So occupied by certainty, I'm crippled by panic attacks
And I can count to 12 clockwise, the only thing I retained from class
And I practice in the dark, a bona-fide insomniac
While my mind wanders aimless, not sure if it will make it back
With something to sing or bury
Like heavenly father, like hack
How can I be these things?
How can I be these things?
How can I?
Be anything
They said be anything
Well, am I?
They say be anything
They say be anything
So am I
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Art the Rat - The Ruse
03:16
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They move so freely, act so pleasant
Smiling all the time
Always make it look so easy
I sit paralyzed
They move like flocks of wild doves
Through a gutted mine of diamonds
In the rough
The enemy is in the mirror
Not the one you'd think to fear
The only one who's got a hold on me
And sticks to you like a shadow
Staring down a hollow barrel
Follows you to death in battle too
And drags you from
The straight and narrow
Feeds you fear and poison apples
Move me, choose me, win or lose me
Nothing here for you to prove me
Nothing left that's not been said before
But I'll look good
Just walking talking
When every move is made with caution
You'll see me always smiling for the ruse
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I keep spacing out on these thoughts that take over me
It's a lot to organize the natural and human things
Like at the center of the sun, hydrogen makes helium, to carbon, to nitrogen, to oxygen
And where are we supposed to put that with the police murdering women?
Children?
Anyone?
But not just anyone
Or maybe I'm much too much aware of exactly who I am
A brief sentient speck, obsessive, and dispassionate
But I see the pulsar spinning a quiet greeting in the dead of night
I see reality spun too and see the genocide
So anxious and awkward
When I have to be a part of
Conversations I can't follow with the drum in my ear
And it's building
Overwhelming
Crushing
And relieving
To be here and never really here
If an equation shows we got here by explosion
Are we the constants, the variables, remainders, or exception?
So will you border the galaxy? Make coyotes cross the Milky Way?
And when the sun finally explodes
Where will we watch your legacy evaporate?
In a matter of speaking
Is it worth even repeating?
So nihilistic and defeating from holistic to minutiae
But I see it in the stillness and the chaos
And it's perfect
And it's perfect all on its own
Until the first one to get there claims it
Franchises it and names it:
More trash
In that belly just like Schrödinger's cat
Who will they be?
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Wasting my time kicking cans down the pavement
I was never good at making plans
Or setting fire to the past
I tried to cover up my tracks
And leave no trace
Another day another dollar I guess
I've tried my best to stay away
From the slaughter
Because they'll make you pay
If you wanna play
You said that you quit smoking
Let's just see how long it lasts this time
Because what matters most
Is how you walk when you're alone
And no one's keeping score
Because all that we're doing here now
Is just killing time
Till it runs out
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Please forgive my lack of ambition
It must just be my nature to question
Anyone who claims to have an answer
Excuse me if I seem a little short
When I try to reply to your practiced and smooth retorts
Turned off by the rhymes without any reason
And your 2 hands and 20 smiles for the pleasing
Tie that tie around my neck
Teach me the proper dialect
And oh lord
You gotta help me, I'm so bored
Beg my pardon if I seem absurd
If I don't work my fingers to bones any more
Forever 2 weeks from liberation
Stop me if I sound out of line
In assuming there's anything that's ever mine
Ashes to ashes it all decomposes
And I'll wait til then for your taxidermy poses
Tie that chain around your neck
Day to day to paycheck to paycheck
And oh lord
We'll pock the graveyard with cairns of your hoards
(From Burning Hell by John Lee Hooker)
When I die, where I go, when I die, nobody know
When I'm gone, it's just as well, there ain't no heaven, no burning hell
So loose that tie around your neck
Take a seat and see the sunset
And no lord
Will give you a finer reward
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When The Ship Comes In
09:06
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Oh, the time will come up
When the winds will stop
And the breeze will cease to be breathin'
Like the stillness in the wind
Before the hurricane begins
The hour that the ship comes in
And the seas will split
And the ship will hit
And the sands on the shoreline will be shaking
Then the tide will sound
And the wind will pound
And the morning will be breaking
Oh, the fishes will laugh
As they swim out of the path
And the seagulls they'll be smiling
And the rocks on the sand
Will proudly stand
The hour that the ship comes in
And the words that are used
For to get the ship confused
Will not be understood as they're spoken
For the chains of the sea
Will have busted in the night
And will be buried at the bottom of the ocean
A song will lift
As the mainsail shifts
And the boat drifts on to the shoreline
And the sun will respect
Every face on the deck
The hour that the ship comes in
Then the sands will roll
Out a carpet of gold
For your weary toes to be a-touchin'
And the ship's wise men
Will remind you once again
That the whole wide world is watchin'
Oh, the foes will rise
With the sleep still in their eyes
And they'll jerk from their beds and think they're dreamin'
But they'll pinch themselves and squeal
And know that it's for real
The hour when the ship comes in
Then they'll raise their hands
Sayin' we'll meet all your demands
But we'll shout from the bow your days are numbered
And like Pharaoh's tribe
They'll be drownded in the tide
And like Goliath, they'll be conquered
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