1. |
Dorothy Parker
03:11
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Round table perch
Ideal spot for hunting fish
In a barrel
They brought enough rope
To hang themselves
They brought enough rope
To hang themselves
If you want to know
What God thinks of money?
Look at who he gives it to
Everybody knows that
Beauty is skin deep
But ugly goes straight to the bone
I will stay the way I am
Because I do not give a damn
I will stay the way I am
Because I do not give a damn
No
From the kept women
Of Manhattan
High rises
To the heads of
Film studios
Tongue sharper than
The knife in
In their backs
Hurrah! Hurrah! For Dorothy Parker
Algonquin sniper of the
Leisure class, idle women, Society Rats
Hollywood
Your boys club blacklist
Fall into the sea
Gomorrah with less shame
Tear you down
For naming her name
Dorothy
Parker
What fresh Hell is this?!
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2. |
Freezer Brat
02:50
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Slabs of meat / Death by ice
In a freezer / A bad way to go
Powder blue screen / Live my life in
Covered in frost / Suspended
Dead end slice / animation
Frigid blood on snow
No motion
Nowhere to go
Built no fire for the love of stasis
It’s what they told us
It’s what they told us
Would that my blood could turn to wine
But it's too cold to drink
Just another freezer brat
Do you think I'm a narcissist?
Fucked not fucking day to day
Rigid in position anyway
Would that my flesh could turn to grain
But it would never thaw
Just another freezer brat
Do you think I'm entitled?
Just a bunch of Freezer brats
Just a bunch of goddamned freezer brats
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3. |
New Third World
01:39
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Black Skies here
Everywhere you go
Stranded here
In a new third world
Shoeshine shitfaced
Chemicals stored
Day by day
Its own reward
Little lord Fauntleroy of high finance
Knows this doesn't apply to him
Just a revenge fantasy
Washed away with bubbly
Who owns you—your boss or your money?
Who branded you—your job or your goods?
Who owns you? Who branded you?
Men reduced to parts and labor
Women only parts and labor
We whore ourselves
for arid desert dreams
We are drowning
But still want water
New! Third! World!
The ones who can
Ride by in fast cars
The ones who can
Hide behind closed door
The one who can
Pull up their furs
Wishing for days that never were
New! Third! World!
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4. |
Red Basilica
02:48
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Red basilica
Through all iterations
Obscure expansions
You remain
Caducity
Red basilica
Ignore the idols / Filthy clergy
Gyre turning
Build an apse / No one will tell
Red basilica
Ignore the idols / Pompous prelate
Gyre turning
Build an apse / Move trouble about
Caducity
Red basilica
Gilded hierarchy / Brittle deacon
Sparkling veneer
Bricks crumble / Ensconced in denial
Red basilica
Brittle deacon
Your world collapses
And circles the sun
You’ll be dirt eventually
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5. |
Avant-Gardening
00:26
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6. |
Believe
03:17
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You got a heart of blood diamonds
I got a heart made of gold
You might say my heart’s too soft
But babe, your heart is way too cold
A:How can you believe?
How can you believe?
In a thing called true love
We’re all just dopamine fiends
Scrambling for a fix
D:Pusherman will take you up to the sky
But he don't give a damn if you live or die
Goddamn the pusher man
I have to have what you’re cooking
It’s more than I can afford
Supplied by your chemical cartel
I’ll die for my reward
A: How can you believe?
How can you believe?
In a thing called true love
We’re all just dopamine fiends
Liars, cheats, and whores
D: Pusherman, he's got what you need
But if you're gonna have it, you're gonna bleed
Goddamn the pusher man
Just a little taste won’t due
Just a little taste won’t due
You can’t afford what I’m selling to you
You can’t smoke what I’m selling to you
You can’t snort what I’m selling to you
You cannot cook what I’m selling to you
It’s the truth!
You've taken everything I have so that I can clean my clock
Now I'm a stranger in this game
Without money, we'd never talk
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7. |
New Urbanism
04:24
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Men in gray flannel schemes
Erecting horn-rimmed dreams
Build it floor by austere floor
Right angled walls and brick walls
Planning space in record time
Brutalist parks as a cure for crime
It wasn’t made for them
Men in double breasted neglect
Ignore them until they’re derelicts
Let their values bottom out
Turned backs, pious and devout
Biding time’s part of the plan
The city will crumble to collapse
Because it wasn’t built for them
and it wasn’t made to last
Wasn’t built for them
Wasn’t made to last
New urbanism
Buildings crumble down so fast
Men in pinstriped intents
Silent partners with blueprints
Buy them up and knock them down
Drag the occupants to the edge of town
Colonize fast as you can
Repeat ad infinitum
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8. |
Septic Shock
02:57
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Train tracks
Into tunnels
Central
Nervous system
Cars on fire
Synapses blasting
Elevate me forty-seven
Septic Shock! Septic Shock!
Unsafe at any speed
Sitting in a
spring garden
Waiting for
Transport
Wheel in motion
Bodies in traction
Inertia
Collision
Septic Shock! Septic Shock!
Unsafe at any speed
Trolley tracks
In the pavement
Broken bottles
In the street
Sideswipe
A cheap shot
A firm denial
Hit and run
Septic driver
Fungal box of steel
Bloodstream being rash
I think I’m going to crash
At any given time
Three things cross my mind
Survival/Failure/Destruction
At any given time
Three things cross my mind
Survival/Failure/Destruction
Septic Shock! Septic Shock!
Unsafe at any speed
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9. |
Against All Odds
02:50
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It’s not a miracle
Planets align
Space expands
The universe exhales
No god rigging roulette wheels
Chance of breaking even is against all odds
Against all odds
Station to station
Square to square
Ganju 1980
The barrels were pointed in the air
It’s only survival
There’s nothing divine
Chance of breaking even is against all odds
Station to station
Square to Square
Come together
Will to life
Demanding what’s fair
Demanding what’s only fair
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10. |
Pictures of Geneva
03:27
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Outrage not written in Kodachrome
How quickly we forget the groans
And ignore all the known unknowns
Pictures of Geneva fade to white
When a picture is overexposed
and the bodies all decompose
Shit starts to smell like a rose
Pictures of Geneva fade to white
Caught in the parallax
It’s in the stop bath
It’s out of focus
But in the negative
It’s always negative
It’s always negative
Pictures of Geneva fade to white
Silence is Formica
Less than fool's gold
Acquiescence sepia
and never bold
While you atrocities are untold
Pictures of Geneva fade to white
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11. |
Close
02:16
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When he was young
He was compelled by these pictures
When words seemed all wrong
And faces unfamiliar
Close
Flawed view
Close
Large scale
Close
Flawed view
When he was older he was drawn to abstraction
But built a career out of large format paintings
With faces so real
Every blemish laid bare
Marred eyes viewing in public
Looked towards the Event
Is he dead?! No!
He is still alive
The blood pumps in his veins
As long as he breathes
He’ll paint what’s in his
Eye’s mind
Close
New Sight
Close
New grid
Close
New Sight
Close
New grid
Square by square
Patterns abstract
Stand back and
A face stares back
“Inspiration is for amateurs”
Nice to see you
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12. |
Mottainai
03:27
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Every morning she’d awaken
With the rising sun
To mend fishing nets
With deft hands
And a black eye
As the snow fell silent on the pines
By the sea side
She fell oh so softly
You’d never even know
She’d been pushed
Pushed
Mottainai x4
Mountains of sardines
Washed up on the shore
Where men in white suits
Fear to tread with
Their Geiger counters
Every fist a firm reminder that she made a deal
To keep her body warm in the cold night
But every bargain has its price
The cancer remains
I can taste the radiation
Coming off her cancer bed
Lost all of my weight
And now a tumor still remains
Where men in white suits
Fear to Tread
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13. |
Combine Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Active 2011-2016. Noisy, sludge jams made by four Philadelphians. Lots of kicking and screaming guitars and a whole lotta drums.
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