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When you hear me come to town
Knife the speed of sound
Blood is gonna drown
Sun is going way down
When the moon is my eyes
Murder on my mind
Melt into the night
No need for goodbye
When the clouds roll in
Underneath your skin
Veins reign change
When the clouds roll in
Sun is going way down
Blood is gonna drown
Knife the speed of sound
When you hear me come to town
No need for goodbye
Melt into the night
Murder on my mind
When the moon is my eyes
Hello stranger
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Don’t dance you’re better than that
television sets interfacing with rats
Where revolutions die offices arise
people like people objectified
Whats the difference masterpiece or slave
you can be as beautiful as a suit and a shave
they can’t force you or your will to change
me against the world or savior of the day
Profit off the lonely their dead but their dead but still kneeling
service to the common cents the dollars and the dealing
some are selling rockstars others buy the feeling
a melody is just a dream without the meaning
Understanding is just life eating its own tail
Use your mother for a boat and your father for sail
Live out your fantasy like a nail in your coffin
I know this life is hard baby but without you it will soften
Believe that you are making love but remember there’s no reason
Our mouths are going to fill our lives with many desperate beings
To be something is to think it but that don’t mean you’ve got freedom
When people understand you they will love you for the season
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devil works in mysterious ways
mourning starts with morning stars
illuminates the daisies
pushing through the roof, she reigns
narcissism exorcism
marxist glimmering
give something i can hold on to in a dream
i fought
to wear your colors
in to this battle
war was only us in truth
wheres the truce when Don Quixote
cut my throat and rode off seeking silently
silently
strong enough to break this ice
picking pure biased weapons
in the fight to meet my eyes
fight to meet my eyes
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I exist
I remember this
So I subscribe
To the membership
I’m not sure
You signed up for this
But I did and I am so consumed
so consumed me
I don’t want
I don’t want
Nothing
I don’t want
I don’t want
Nothing
For free
Get one now while it’s still on sale
Get it here romantic retail
Buy it you can’t fight it
Cause it is all you really want
And it’s copyrighted
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Imperfect (Alive)
03:51
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The goal is not perfection, but presence.
If you face the wild void,
with eyes ablaze in wonder,
and a fluid, alive will,
and you realize it’s perfect already,
and there is nothing for you to do here,
Then you are free to be nothing
along with the everything that is nothing more.
humbly I suggest
experimenting
with facing that blank paper,
that unknown future,
expansive outer (or inner) landscape
and admit that it is perfect
(which only means that it IS)
and admit that you mean nothing
Nothing that could ever possibly exist
there is no holding back
there is no holding back
there is no holding back
the creative/destructive
creative/destructive
force inherent to life
Perfection is not something
for mortals to concern themselves with
We are too alive. We are too alive.
We are too alive.
We are too creative/destructive to bother
There are so, so, so many more
interesting intangibles
To engage with in this earthly life.
there is no holding back
there is no holding back
there is no holding back
the creative/destructive
creative/destructive
force inherent to life
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I whispered in your ear
Whispered secrets they can’t hear
No truth or tale could be so dear
You better listen don’t believe
they speak in tongues to carelessly
its secrets that I’m making love
I found you there in a butterfly net
Crawlin spider silken debt
Woven round your lonesome neck
Cocoon with you nothing left to get
Swarming moths swayed love’s hand.
Claw it’s fist around the glow
emanating from the invisible friction of
sparking wings, too fast to know.
Nocturnal creature, nocturnal creature,
why do you only drink at night
if all your thirst is for the light?
The Other; The Other; The Other
They sighed.
The Mother; The Brother; The Mirror
The Bride.
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True (Tell The Lies)
03:47
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back to the unseen sea
this monster recedes
just to receive the embrace of debris
to trust the words of burning leaves
of rotten trees
as salt air bleeds
true tell the lies you can
to the plague and flu
they will take ahold
of your vessel soon
strictly undefined
so slippery to try
the metal warmed inside
and this liquid form abides
in the melt down times
to purify
true tell the lies you can
to the plague and flu
they will take ahold
of your vessel soon
though the cyclone spiral shapes
do inform the landscape
the clouds are not mapped as mountains
and tears are not shed for counting
its atmosphere
so leave it here
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Sugartown (Save Me)
02:44
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When the ground comes charging up at you
And the sound just comes in waves
When the downward glance is at the sky
And you’re bound up like a slave
Oh baby you’ve found sugar town
And it’s so profound as you cave
Oh wont you come and visit me
In sugar town, in sugar town
Oh wont you come and save me
From sugar town, from sugar town
When the walls have turned to jell-O
And the hall it only grows
When the falls are how you get around
In withdrawing all you know
Oh baby you found sugar town
And it’s so profound as you cave
Oh wont you come and visit me
In sugar town, in sugar town
Oh wont you come and save me
From sugar town, from sugar town
her taste is sweet and strong
she said her name’s salvation
but her juices never quench
they only tease hydration
Oh wont you come and visit me
In sugar town, in sugar town
Oh wont you come and save me
From sugar town, from sugar town
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I learned about the birds and bees
When I was only almost three
Oh how it was just aimed for me
Witchcraft of mister Walt Disney
But this is love
So how can we be true
If we're not free
But this is love
And how can it be you
If I'm not me
Contort yourself till I agree
Get stuck inside a memory
Hold still until you start to see
My less than praised delayed debris
Cause this is love
So how can we be true
If we're not free
Cause this is love
And how can it be you
If I'm not me
They show us how to know the need
And to avoid the enemy
blend into the crowd and breed
some static lifeless fantasy
So this is love? So this is love?
So this is love? So this is love?
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self-loathing. long story quickly getting awful
Nature is not my thing. I am used; committed honestly like
dropped encounters. I know how this is killing me
right now I feel like puking time can’t help my mind
Spanked with guilt exaggerate This contracted calm
the fuck down now. Adventure took a walk on
Your relationship material ripped when
you put yourself out there just as you are
i like you just as you are not
A human
A dog
A limited shape
A parent
A tool
You’re my great escape
Words of savage experience
in terms of average coincidence
The only wonder to have a future
in both always and never ever will be
I hope that doesn’t ruin it catholic families
she says she can’t be with me.
ashamed of my cunt
Words of savage experience
in terms of average coincidence
Needs
actually
don’t exist
I just think
you’re a
maladjusted little shit
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fairytale gang sign
archetypal integration
big bad riding hood
the little red wolf
crow caw claws
at her blood try angle
you can name the cause
i’ll effect another angel
Silk and fur, all black on black.
Red carnation dying on my lips.
Leather straps and satin ribbon
tied around my hips.
And I am a fish
swimming in blood
two and throes of
self//ish//love
Lil raw channel hood
waltzing, threw the fore rest
In comes the big sad wolf
and he said
"Little dig, little dig, let me in,
you're six feet under
and I'm four stories thin.
Gravediggress bury me
and stitch me up all night
realitease a'beckoning
and I have lost the fight"
But how shall I become the crone
and crow the grandma song,
if all I do is talk with you
through shaky walls until the dawn?
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Grave dancer grave dancer
are you dancing
because we are gone
Or did you not notice you were alone
Grave dancer Grave dancer
Gave no answer
Grave dancerGrave dancer
dance atop my stone
all along the life line
this etched map of mine
inscribed in secret stories
I’m holding hands with time
six three aces taste the snake
shivering knife in birthday cake
trickle river damned up lake
flood that honey for springtimes sake
so blue so grey such thin white light
the earth is damp and gripping tight
sandscape quickens shifting slide
turn the page and face the knight
Grave dancer grave dancer
are you dancing because we are gone
Or did you not notice you were alone
Grave dancer Grave dancer
Gave no answer
Grave dancerGrave dancer
dance atop my stone
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Lizard (Dream)
03:51
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Let there be a landscape of open eyes
Birth is cheap and bodies piled high
hoping we live to see the next sunrise
We're dancing with the devil 'neath the moon
our brothers and sisters will be waking soon
Living green mountains form as the blood drips down
The earth is dead and the lizards slither round
the sleepless symbol of the rusted crown
The lizard will bite the ones who don't dream
The lizard will bite the ones who don't dream
Let there be a landscape of open eyes
Death comes cheap and bodies pile high
hoping we live to see the next sunrise
Living green mountains form as the blood drips down
the king is dead, the lizards slither round
the sleepless symbol of the rusted crown
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Binary (X0X0)
04:04
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I've been Driftin
Outside the sum of
My zeros and ones
Zero one
Xoxo hex oh
Binary is not what next oh
Xoxo hex oh
Genders dead just have good sex
Me my self an eye for an eye
The pictures say that love is blind
Framed and hung like fame and lies
I circled when you crossed my mind
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Curbstomping Curbstomping
the fame of my name's brains
out in the gutter like
out in the gutter like
out in the gutter like
glitter and bitter butterflies.
The celebrity in me cries
out in rhymes
with teeth kicked in
teeth kick out by mimes.
And crimes against the state
of my face, state of my face
commit to the consequence
of loosing the choice between
choosing and grace.
From there we fall
unto this wicked place
between your eyes
and mine.
This perspective will die
die in the gutter like
die in the gutter like
die in the gutter like glitter
and bitter butterflies.
Face mine
truth mine
place mine
Choice mine
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Skyclad (Manifesto)
03:54
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I have to be true.
I have to move, skyclad
For a hundred billion
nerve endings, through
the desert, representing
the fullness of softening
into my animal body
that loves and loves and loves.
I can tell you about repair,
realizing mine and witnessing yours.
'thout trial the moon breathing tides
are dancing the atmosphere here,
'thout trial the wild bees,
collectively high here,
will fuck flowers again
Whoever I am,
no matter how certain,
the world offers itself
to my pollination,
calls to me like wild bees,
lush and stinging -
over and over
proliferating my place
in the ecstasy of things.
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Sweettooth (Word4Word)
03:24
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Messy blessings unto our sweet tooth
Candy can dazzle our frazzled truth
Soft floating seedlings ungrounded growing youth
Folly of holy visions, blind fools
Hold fast and foment
those knotted rhymes but nothing will reveal.
our intimate ties
Unless you release these ropes and lies
No prior context, but we exist
Happily naive to troubles and tropes
The sham is shit, we’re so conditioned
Actors, lacking the script and scope
Putting in time spent all too aural
Our forms wiggle dissolve in figments
Scarcely held above such shimmering
sugarcane wings spread so thin
In flightless revelry our intertwining
touches of baked confusion sweets
Risen, like timing ripe for the reapers feast
Midwife dance with the hanged man sidling
Forty children feigning laughter
For the king who’s laughing now
Riddles twisted humors in to fates
Those old daemons insatiably orate
Inscrutable confections
oozing space dust and marmalade
onto our swollen
tongues, tied.
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I learned I don't have bones
just a maze under goes
this skin and muscle and veins
and elastic fascial planes
I peer amidst a maze
Am I a pharaoh
Sarcophagus less
wandering like marrow
Junction, bottleneck,
vortex, shortest-path
entrance, Back track,
dead end, cul-de-sac
When turning corners strange
in tumble and twist parades
My mumbling bliss that clings to my lips
echos through this maze
Junction, bottleneck,
vortex, shortest-path
entrance, Back track,
dead end, cul-de-sac
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when he saw ghost of electricity howling in the bones of my face
I said you must have been raised on the same godwords and fathers as me
Neptune's daughter, you must have been fed the same water from some neighboring bed.
cycling year round like every oscillation power from idols to thieves
When i bought him flowers with the rains i made,
he stung like a honeybee n brought me to my knees.
granted my palms had cracked this whip, case open like our pomegranates
blooming rubies rich as artists with kids, bleeding stupid crash our miscarriages
and when he turned a square on a dime, angling away with the wind at his side
we said “maybe someday we’ll align, jinx one two three for five”
“wait, you got anymore to spend on me?”
“you got anymore to spend on me?”
he says “wait, you got anymore to spend on me?”
so I juice the juke box and we both drink for free
drink for free
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Schadenfreude
Oh what joy ta
Be defined by
You’re wrong & I’m right
Schadenfreude
I do enjoy ya
Fall from grace
When I’m not in your place
Schadenfreude
I’m rooting for ya
To get what I say
Is coming your way
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Breathe (Learning To)
02:45
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I was educated at the roots of trees
My higher learning was http
I learned arithmetic from birds and the alphabet from bees
Stop right there before we proceed
My baseline understanding formed in anarchy
The cacophony of voices of the truly free
Choruses of equal opportunity
Dot com down now before we proceed
learned analysis from queer witches, praxis from poc
Amplify the voices of community
Through global inner netgain of unity
Don’t stop now this is how we proceed
All survival is dependent on diversity
We are all in this together so tell me what you need
I am not a cop I shall not police thee
Don’t stop there this is how we proceed
learn relationship from you and embodiment from me
And these contain multitudes so don’t forget to breathe
learn relationship from you and embodiment from me
And these contain multitudes so don’t forget to breathe
Yes we sustain multitudes so grateful when we breathe
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The occupier government is shuffling its seats.
Write in Teressa Raiford bring the power to the streets.
The time for change is on the rise
So we don’t have to compromise
Tear Gas Teddy's family profited off the land
The millionaires a logging heir
Who’s spine aligns corporate affairs.
Boot licking pig picking privileged profiteer.
Satisfied to hide and blind behind
his changeless fence of fear.
Sarah with Hales pr team,
She’ll block you if you’re questioning
The liberal status quo machine,
of surface issue polishing.
Bike mom tour guide with a dream
to greenwash bureaucrat regimes.
White savior of the bourgeoisie
and sedative for uprisings.
Teressa has been blessing us
with action on the ground,
suing cops and moving mobs
to where the people powers found.
supporting us take our place,
demand representation,
redistribute to the base,
resource the true foundation.
Humanists who raise your fists
think out side the limits
unsettle institutions
and enact some real solutions.
Come November, please remember
Raifords name, this fight, and write
T E R E S S A R A I F O R D
All power to all people today!
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A slow-motion wave of legs
Crash upon your body shore
Right leg organized in lock step
Left leg thrashing for the poor
Sufi spinning compass begs
For no direction any more
But alert in amber waves instead
Dictate a salted waltzing war
Breakdance splits the seam
And part the blood red sea
So every limb that reaches wide
Shall fight them on the beach
Anti fascist
Oh anti fascist
Set free your dances
It’s the movements I adore
To all the bodies who believe
With birth the burden borne
Is freedom and a song to sing
Come crash upon my shore
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Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving
And revolving at 900 miles an hour.
It's orbiting at 19 miles a second, so it's reckoned,
The sun that is the source of all our power.
Now the sun, and you and me, and all the stars that we can see,
Are moving at a million miles a day,
In the outer spiral arm, at 40, 000 miles an hour,
Of a galaxy we call the Milky Way.
Our galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars;
It's a hundred thousand light-years side to side;
It bulges in the middle sixteen thousand light-years thick,
But out by us it's just three thousand light-years wide.
We're thirty thousand light-years from Galactic Central Point,
We go 'round every two hundred million years;
And our galaxy itself is one of millions of billions
In this amazing and expanding universe.
Our universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding,
In all of the directions it can whiz;
As fast as it can go, at the speed of light, you know,
Twelve million miles a minute and that's the fastest speed there is.
So remember, when you're feeling very small and insecure,
How amazingly unlikely is your birth;
And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere out in space,
To remind us of it here on Earth!
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Disposable
my opposable thumbs
can come up with anything better than
Disposable
It’s what we’ve become
Shopping bags floating round an empty sun
Disposable
We believe that we are
Cuz it’s all we’ve been sold
But Suppose we all listened to the land instead
they will tell you all that it’s all in your head
What if you remember that their love’s not dead
would you stop pretending pretending pretending
You’re disposable
I’m disposable
They’re disposable
We are not disposable
It’s all in your head
Cuz you ate your whole body
It’s all in your head
cuz in your hunger you forgotten
That your head all in this
Tho you treat it like a trash bin
Sensation acquaintance
nervous neurons system crashin
I don’t wanna be your sacrificial lamb
Don’t feed me to your golden calf
Don’t call me essential Just say what I am
I'm Disposable
You’re disposable
I’m disposable
They’re disposable
We are not disposable
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Chh chh-chh, uh, chh chh-chh, uh
In the summertime when the weather is hot
You can stretch right up and touch the sky
When the weather's fine
revolution's on your mind
Raise a fist, raise a sign
Go out and get that shit aligned
Chh chh-chh, uh, chh chh-chh, uh
If yer governments is rich make em pay for your meal
If yer governments poor just do what you feel
March along the lane
Join the chants and raise the vibes
When the sun goes down
You can make it, make it good around the fire
We're not bad people
We got freedom anarchy
We love everybody, love our community
When the weather's fine
Revolutions on the breeze
Sing along with us
Dee dee dee-dee dee
Dah dah dah-dah dah
Yeah we're hap-happy
Dah dah-dah
In the summertime revolution's on your mind
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[pronounced: sĭbʹ-lĭng]
Synthpunk from Portland, Oregon
"Rather than rehashing ideas already
explored, Xibling assembles their music from the core components that made eclectic synth music exciting during the 80s, while diving headlong into the 21st-century avant-garde."
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