1. |
no man's sky
01:10
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This is not a rallying cry
Or the epitome of insubordination
Toward the creation of a nation built of
Systemic Discrimination.
Nor is it a call for us to eat or yeet the rich
Into the nearest
Dying Sun.
For no war can by either side truly be won...
Perhaps though if we dance
Under banners of union
Man might
Refer to us less like
The “wave of the new age” they are so afraid of.
Perhaps if we slave
For this National Living Wage
We’ll be satisfied.
Their appetite for destruction
Ratified.
But No Man's Sky can be seen
For no one’s hands are clean.
My 70% is an offer of irreverence.
And we are complicit in their negligence.
And thus we strive to find elation
In the ashtrays and doorways
Of a disenfranchised nation
While those with the most elate in its creation.
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2. |
chronik:iconik
03:55
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Oh-
"Where are you now?
(Why are you hiding?)
You can hide on your own time"
They say
You look so well
But it's skin deep
It's all for you but you don't see
And they say
You look so well
But it's skin deep
It's all for you but you don't see
********
It'll be alright (x a few)
They say
You look so well
But it's skin deep
It's all for you but you don't see
And they say
You look so well
But it's skin deep
It's all for you but you don't see
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3. |
dogrose
04:18
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4. |
my mind, the berry
01:54
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My mind, the berry
Fondled and plucked from a bush bearing
Swollen, blackened fruit.
My worth is that bush
To be subsisted upon at the roadside
By carrion and carnivores who pay no heed to the sweat upon my brow.
I live within my means.
But nauseously gorge on internet memes and overpriced jeans
Sold by corporate machines whose profits double and fucking re-double
From this poisonous embrace of decadent trouble.
While they float in their bubble above sweatshop workers in houses of rubble.
And then have the cheek to speak ill of the meek who should have inherited the earth
But are instead forced to birth their babies into the bloody arms of women who've known the same.
My mind, the berry.
I lounge in my own compartmentalised prism of dangerousness.
I see the refraction of a rainbow of truth in actions that caused me to
live
laugh
love
under this roof as all just accidental as stubbing a
Perfectly pedicured toe
My luck in birth is coincidental.
Though heather and conches, four-leaf clover and bunches of sage
Can never assuage the rage I pour upon this page.
As a shell filled with anxiety, surrounded by meaningless proprietary; I'll stuff my void with all I can afford.
...I'll hoard, and go abroad.
So I can figure out what it all means...
- I think as I once more confirm the payment, and feed my landlord's dreams with my tin of beans.
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5. |
ivy
06:01
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Ivy to the oak
We stay holding on
X2
This city of trees is strange
For my own is carved out of stone.
Gravel walks, and hopscotch
chalked on the pavement.
This introspective enslavement
Ivy... x2
The familiar feeling
Oh my child, you wished for it all
On night’s first stars and clover
Ungrown ungrounded.
Their voices dumbfounded
Ivy... x2
Darling don't you fear
I won’t be here
When you come home.
I’ll be gone, on the wind
Covered up in flowers —
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6. |
mercury's repose
03:57
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As I am bewildered by stars
A wayward comet goes where cosmic winds blow
Via the dominion of Celeste
Holding court in Aries
Among finality and the meaninglessness of it all.
Allow me stand on the dust clouds of Prometheus
Evermore bewitched by passion, enthralled by Orion and the stars on his belt
While I'm slain, ripped wide open and scattered around
For all of her creatures to share
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7. |
power:discussed
01:38
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I do not wish to sow seeds of division
With a vision of a wanderer's mission.
I merely wish for a world in which
Peace is the only true notion.
And a home of my own in which to
Do as I please
Eat frozen peas
And drive a car I don't lease.
It's the simple things.
And though, the land is bought up to sell back to us
For tenfold the price
and little by precious little the rivers are running dry,
The world turns round so soon.
And one day,
That won't be the case.
But for now I'll pray to no one,
bow to no one,
kneel for no one.
And if you ever catch me in a church,
I'm there for the free coffee.
I'll make my own heaven,
against the tide of your grand delusion.
Your illusion of freedom is a paradox.
I wish to live in true freedom.
Entangled in the limbs of someone I love,
Regardless of whom that love may be:
They, them, he or she.
On a messy bed aboard a boat going nowhere
For no fuck's to give for the thoughts inside the mind of
a man in a suit with more
"power"
than I.
Power lies within, and I'm reclaiming mine.
So fuck it.
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8. |
othala
03:43
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9. |
bonfire (ft. will allen)
04:40
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