1. |
dip loop/the light
04:13
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you write yourself into a hole
i don’t have the answers
pluck the words i cannot describe
forget the tunes i washed in
in the waves to wash it away
i talked just like this
thousand-mile stare
eyes like knives
it melts into the rock
you aren’t welcome -
stand up to the foe
we are changed
all at once we rushed in
resist the shapes to choke on them
the heart won’t heal when we’re misled
you didn’t learn that from your friends
reduced to fog
scrape the christian smear
bibles on the points of stakes
you’ll die if you don’t grow
doomed of the future,
it resonates to the tune of the end
of something sacred,
what we hold dear
you’re not safe here
from the grip of its hands
scrape the christian smear
TY: Cedric Bixler-Zavala and Tom Holland
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2. |
grayland pack
04:27
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commodify the marginalized?
don’t think i don’t know what you’re up to!
strip away the wisdom, add more ice to lesions diseased
so many fought hard, names you’ll never care to know
the cost of opportunity crumbles community
we devolve like our enemies, oh my god
populism strikes everything of grace
permanence is seized - oh my god
just like Leo says...
it’s a whisper to the heart, never self-aware - oh my god
our pain is for sale, our heroes’ legacies are dead
the system sucks the soul - oh my god…
cognitive dissonant, unconsciously incompetent fuck
the machine always had you -
our dada utopia degloving our future
we relive our traumas all the time
the cost of opportunity crumbles community
we devolve like our enemies, oh my god
the system sucks the soul, populism strikes
populism strikes everything of grace
a whisper to the heart, oh my god
never self aware, this degradation is for sale
TY: Alfred North Whitehead
Leo says “No Shepard, No Pastoral”
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3. |
k-14_1.13
02:53
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ruthlessly conditioned
where are we going?
we’re going mad…
we don’t belong here
don’t know what you see
until you see it in context
recollect until your heart sings
we don’t belong here
experience moves us forward
deal with the whispers how you can
if you don’t take action
hate will rule the heart
we will be stuck here forever
lost forever
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4. |
op/we’re so fucked
03:55
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i don’t believe in you
our own house of prayer
willingness to let it fall apart
why can’t we build on the structure?
not with tents, but with our hands
i don’t believe in you
destroyer of truth
i don’t believe in you
destroyer of truth
immediacy overcooked
a vicarious embarrassment
may we do what we can with grace
even with holes in the hearts
i don’t believe in you
aim to transcend yourself
prevent another life of hopelessness
i don’t believe in you
but i can’t do this by myself
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5. |
Moksha
03:11
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we are to bloom
into the holy mess
of knots in our stomach
let go of the rope
that holds us above
what we don’t know (but we want to)
we were meant to swim;
children of the heat and wet
some pads on the pond
breathe belly out
with love in eyes
if we can even see at all
…my heart unhinged
this year, i’ve seen three fathers die
and i wonder why i haven’t talked to mine
bring me peace and confidence
and strength for what’s next….
…at the end of main street
there is a church from five generations before
and everyone we know
has lined the sidewalks
with clapped hands and red palms
cheering on
formal white noise
it’s a beautiful day
new day rising
it’s time to say goodbye
but i’m not ready to die
i’m not ready to die
but i’m not afraid
we are running along
we are running as fast as we can
it’s a beautiful day
headed to the dreaded westward uphill battle
beyond the mountains
nothing guiding me to a light in the sky
with safety or certainty
it’s just you & i
just keep me from the black lung
pallbearer waiting at the end of my casket
staring wide-eyed - deer bright
keep trying to understand why
we keep counting our steps…
New Day Rising is a song by Husker Du
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6. |
Vidya
01:42
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my blood
when you come to a crossroads
look below your feet
aware of the soil
and how it got there
breathe
peaceful
positive
and hopeful
keep the candle burning
one day we will be all washed from the land
where we bury the dead, our seeds, our waste,
to build our homes
one day we might be abandoned
by the rain, ocean and icebergs
Evening sun recedent
set my resting vow
hold in open heart
transcendental;
transient
ineffable
passive
nous
all died yesterday today
and will die again tomorrow
rise above the rubble…
educate…
TY: Mark Hollis and the Reverend Pedro Pietri
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7. |
Kama
02:40
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...je croyais entendre
the raptured sound of your voice
i’ve tasted the honey
that falls from the hive
veins ruptured at the ends
ripple effect
while i’m lifted up
-steam-
upstream
i can still hear your call
body of light
take me to this place
where we’re reborn
embraced by a sound
unconditional
my body craves
but i feel full
the ocean, it cleans the stones
in our hands, on our little crowns
wipe the dead skin and scorn from our faces
keep control of ourselves
remember when it was easy?
settle down
and tell myself
i love a woman (who loves me)
breathe….
breathe….
TY: Aloysius Bertrand
“I love a woman (who loves me)” is a song by Joan of Arc
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8. |
Caskette
02:58
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Every nightmare that never came true
Every dream deferred I see it in you
Stagnant sagging heavy load
Shatters only to explode
Dry like raisins in the sun
Fester like a sore and run
Am
I
Letting go
Or
Just
Dissociating
I’ve killed
myself a dozen times
I’m still
the boy who’s trapped inside
Inspired by Langston Hughes and Carl Jung
Lyrics by Bryan Kingsley
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9. |
organ solo
03:19
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