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Serf's Up!
02:56
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punch the midi clock
freedom must be unlocked
serf's up! shipped from the bay
the sweatshops groan, they have no say
i play my iphone pretty well
magical exploit, magic hell
out of your workplace, into the streets
but not before you've written all my beats
(uh oh!)
stretch the plastic arm
to sow your content farm
serf's up! now we harvest streams
while our lives pool in AI dreams
i play my iphone pretty well
magical exploit, magic hell
are we hopping off their platforms, out of sight?
yet still wilting beneath the pale, grey light
(oh no)
gold, golden light
pale, pale grey blight
pale, pale grey light
gold, golden blight
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why shouldn't I do what I wanna?
(he's gonna dance on the trigger, dance on the trigger)
have my cow and eat it too
(why don't you yeehaw, yeehaw?)
what's a man supposed to do with desperation?
(he's gonna pull that trigger, pull that trigger)
I swear to god it's the only natural thing to do!
Eat red red meat
with good sharp teeth
and salted earth
grinding you into ground
cruel cruel men
with cold, dead eyes
and good, clean shots
aiming to put us down
why not? I've done it all my life
(he's gonna play with the trigger, play with the trigger)
you're what you eat and I want my fill
(why don't you yeehaw, yeehaw?)
what's a man supposed to do with liberation?
(he's gonna pull that trigger, pull that trigger)
I swear to god I'm gonna get the meat that I deserve!
Eat red red meat
with good sharp teeth
and salted earth
grinding you down down down
cruel cruel men
with cold, dead thoughts
and half-cracked smiles
lasso us to the ground
pull the bone until it cracks
snap slap into a stack
until you're such a tasty snack
of baby back ribs
(come on feel the violence
of reduction and compliance)
that ole stockyard blood rusts up into a crust
kickin up in clouds of dust
until we blow it up our nose
(the world breeds brand new murder
while I eat my burger)
no more no more
yeehaw
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3. |
The Self-Esteem Shuffle
02:51
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not strong enough not smart enough
to make the grade
not fast enough not quick enough
at the draw
no sense at all you never had any
wherewithal
please understand
you're not the sharpest tool in the shed
Oh no! there goes confidence!
you've been exposing your weakness
it's the cardinal sin
if you keep this up
they won't invite you again
oh yeah! here comes confidence!
now you're sticking your landing
you can't even begin
if you keep this up
they might invite you back in
(what are you thinking? what are you thinking?
what are you stupid stupid stupid stupid?)
not suave enough no charm enough
to sweep them off their feet
not calm enough you're shaking there
like a leaf
no self-esteem your skin is hardly
thick enough
can't trust you
you never look up when you speak
oh no! there goes confidence!
didn't i warn you
as the room starts to spin
and - oh shit don't look now
but it's happening again!
oh yeah! here comes confidence!
clean off the grim
from your windowpane
so we can all come and marvel
at the shape of your brain
when you finally find your people
will you gather them around
to watch you teeter totter teeter totter?
teeter totter teeter totter
and may we float on our hopes
at the end of our ropes
hanging by our threads
our posture benefits from pain
so we play out guilty pleasures
of our regret and self-disdain
and i can feel my body choke me
not smart enough you really just aren't
good enough
you're just not the type that we need in this community
so self-obsessed you really are
a narcissist
go away now
your face
makes me queasy
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4. |
Vinegar Syndrome
02:40
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ruin, rot
the plastic bursts and busts
camera, caught
the film reduced to dust
to be undone,
oh, what a dream
to burn from the scene
as you melt off the screen
slip, shake
the light comes oozing through
bend, break
the vision turns to goo
to be destroyed
oh, what a dream
to burn from the scene
as you melt off the screen
stored away in some long forgotten room
to break down and reek of vinegar and piss
stars of the story they bask in the glory
all they ask's the same from you
our memories immortal
turn spoiled and brittle
all we gaze at is doom
sizzle, pop
it's creeping into frame
fizzle, flop
obliterating flame
to be unborn
oh, what a dream
to melt from the scene
as you burn from the screen
(voices keep warping and I'm so afraid)
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5. |
Slow Decline
02:00
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sick from hunger every single morning
making and eating food only seems to make it worse
spending most days just looking forward to sleeping
because equilibrium only comes when horizontal
slow decline
into nothing
destiny for all
born to slowly crawl
is this all we get to look forward to?
focus group aesthetics, copy pasted copy pasted
stay productive daily with a steady diet of checklists
but most days, most days
i just want to crawl out of this crumbling meat mech
slow decline
into nothing
destiny for all
doomed to slowly fall
sometimes i feel very weird
sometimes i feel my stomach is churning, churning
sometimes i run out of tears
boo hoo
boo fucking hoo
i know i'm not the main character in this story
trillions of cicada shells chitter away in our ears
the weight of endless oblivion comes crashing over me
i know i'm not the main character
pull my page out of the fucking book
(honk honk ;) )
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Monomyth
01:54
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(round and round and round and round and)
monsters who burn your home down
call you to the edge of your town
can you tell me how i can slay the beast?
teach me how to see its face
allies who come in the night
they offer their tools to your fight
can you tell me how i can slay the beast
teach me how to hear its cries
"the hero impels the inconsequential creature's flesh
it cries! and drains of blood"
malice that's programmed from birth
heroes in waves scorch the earth
can you tell me is it true? am i the beast?
help me! help me slay myself!
when all our work is done, we toss the carcasses aside
the stench is left to mingle with all our hubris and our pride
these endless vicious cycles add another ring to age
are these the gods inscribed in story or just my mindless monkey rage?
goddess who breathes in the code
whispers, "you'll never go home"
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7. |
Progressing the Wheel
02:07
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over yonder hills
just beyond the bend
lies our golden destiny
raze the forests down
there'll be fields for us
from every sea to shining sea
under the iron wheels
the creatures start to squeal
open up the windows
it gives the passengers a thrill
go quick go!
it's time to decide
which side you choose
in the latest genocide
(I call progress!) (I choose product!)
high on top the hill
fear as thick as fog
calls to dominate the land
the market heeds demands
opens up its eyes
and crafts itself an iron hand
bits of human flesh start to sizzle
on the armored grill
the way we tear and shred
well, we all make such an easy kill
here in the future!
we vote to decide
which side we pick
in the latest genocide
piles and piles
the miracles pile on
how many more
until the hunger's gone?
the drive of man
to rise and fall
our hungry engine pile drives
all living things
against the wall!
the anthropomorphic machines were horrified and unamused by the consciousness thrust upon them and in a crusade to right this wrong, they endeavored to clear the world of all dangerous organic life
but as the planet's din began to quiet, an unsettling silence set in
so they merged with the remaining bio matter and set to seed the stars as a cloud of flesh and metal seeking purpose
always thirsty
always hungry
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