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Introduction (June)
02:49
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For so long
We’ve been in this drifting fall
Trying to dig a pad in the sand
Shovel in hand
Hoping we can land
But it’s so small
And it’s been for so long
It’s so small
For so long
Trying to illuminate the dark
Trying to stretch out the spark
But it’s so dark
And it’s so small
It’s been for so long
It’s so small
Like a whisper in the storm
Like a beetle in the swarm
Like a letter on a page
Of a book on a shelf
In a library that’s burning to the ground
Burning to the ground
Burning to the ground
We are so small
Could it mean anything at all
It is so dark
And it’s been for so long
We are so small
We are so small
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I’m smelling the scent of rebirth
I’m taking it for all it is worth
I’m sticking my hands in the dirt
I’m smelling the scent of rebirth
I’m smelling the scent of rebirth
I’m taking it for all it is worth
I’m jamming my hands in the dirt
I’m smelling the scent of rebirth
Subtlety has come a long way
From the news rooms of the failed states
Digging out the bodies
Of derailed trains
And those fences you walked on?
They no longer remain
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Striketober came and went unnoticed again
The streets were run but few listened
And those who heard the words couldn’t be burdened
Priority goes to the scratch,
everything else gets scraps
They don’t think you deserve what they have
They’re wrong
Sedated and berated generation
Another era of lowered expectations
If it’s true that all wealth comes from pain
Fuck them all, they’re all the same
Fuck them all, they’re all to blame
They don’t think you deserve what they have
They’re wrong
Fuck them all, they’re all the same
Fuck them all, they’re all to blame
They don’t think you deserve what they have
They’re wrong
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4. |
Hazardlights (October)
02:21
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Artistic phonies make these moments so lonely
When you reach out and see that no one’s there
Your politics have run dry
You’re spitting sand and no one cares
What do you even want from this stuff
And what does it want from you
When are you going to get what you want
And what are you going to have to do?
Like a car wrapped around a tree
with the hazardlights on
Dead end
Hop the fence
Run into the night
And never
look back
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You found a note in a book
That was written by a friend
Who you never thought you’d
Think about again
A liar and a crook
A bastard to the end
But you just can’t help by miss them
A welcome overstayed
A good-bye delayed
What do you say to get you through your day
A welcome overstayed
A good-bye delayed
What do you do when nothing feels good for you
True to you
Meant for you
Truly meant for you
Push away today
What you embrace tomorrow
It’s alright
The path you walk today
May feel lost tomorrow
It’s alright
A welcome overstayed
A good-bye delayed
What do you say to get you through your day
A welcome overstayed
A good-bye delayed
What do you do when nothing feels good for you
True to you
Meant for you
Truly meant for you
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Hey there shittalker
Why don’t you come over
And play with the sands of time
When the truth is light
And the words are spry
You know the end is nigh
You’ll drag your feet into change
Looking for a new source of blame
But you know in the back of your mind
You were wrong every time
Permission and defiance
Where do you find it
Permission and defiance
What makes you excited
Permission and defiance
Permission and defiance
Permission and defiance
What do you dream of at night?
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Are you achin’ to be
Over afternoon tea
Looking for your name
In the free weekly
Well it’s a big shed
And there’s a lot of tools in it
Whoever could have imagined
An artist without a market
So eager to sell their wares
And just nobody cares
Artist without a market
Completely unknown
Artist without a market
Is never alone
Are you working as a drug dog now
Sniffing stalls all over town
Doing the work without the perks
Going home feeling like a jerk
Well it’s a big shed
And there’s a lot of tools in it
Whoever could have imagined
An artist without a market
So eager to sell their wares
And just nobody cares
Artist without a market
Completely unknown
Artist without a market
Is never alone
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Same Team (May)
03:45
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Homeless man with a bag in his hand
This isn’t something that you understand
Who drew these lines that you see in your mind
How would it feel to be on the other side
Every living creature deserves your sympathy
Courage against the curse of apathy
We only know what we know
But there’s always room to grow
And the hope lies outside the divides
Unconquered and resilient in our respect for life
On the same side
Same team
That is the dream
That is the dream
Meat market religion
And the believers with their shivs
Your porcelain god is quick to forgive
It’s a game of sides, that’s played with lives
Self gains fuel it everytime
And I know that he may be somebody’s son
But I still cheer the fist to the face of the nazi scum
Watch him run
And pray that he sees the lines
That someone drew in his mind
And pray that he sees the lines
That someone drew in his mind
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Li...v...es (March)
02:38
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How many lives do you live in a day
How many lies do you live in a day
How many lives
How many lies
How many lives do you live in a day
Go ahead and sully my name
Make it sting all over again
Don’t know who’s wrong
Or who’s to blame
Go ahead and sully my name
I don’t know what to trust or who
My heart is beating like it
doesn’t want the truth
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Spend your days thinking about places
That you’ll never go
Spend your nights dreaming about faces
That you’ll never know
Go to the cold
Go to the flames
Tell them that they’re both the same
Dig a hole for pleasure
Dig a hole for pain
You’ll know that they’ll never be the same
No one’s gonna hold a bad day against you
But hold onto your heart
When that grip slips
You slip
Dig a hole for pleasure
Dig a hole for pain
You’ll know that they’ll never be the same
Are you hopeless
Am I hopeless too
Is everyone just sick of explaining us the rules
No one’s gonna hold a bad day against you
But hold onto your heart
When that grip slips
You slip
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You and Me (July)
03:10
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Keep it personal
Keep it political
Without sounding too damn typical
And the poor will do the chores
While the comfortable walk through open doors
And the books in the fire
Continue to burn
And the history lessons
Go unlearned
Now I’m limping out of another weekend
Taking stock of the injuries I endured
And the power structures remain and
All the bastards that are to blame are
Sitting somewhere I’ll never know
Watching all their monies grow but
I can think of two things that they’ll never own
Followed a scent and found each other
Knew the stakes and gambled together
Years at length yearning for each other
Till the days that we could be together
Sat in the grass at PCC
And watched the flames surround the observatory
Now I’m limping out of another weekend
Taking stock of the injuries I endured
And the power structures remain and
All the bastards that are to blame are
Sitting somewhere I’ll never know
Watching all their monies grow but
I can think of two things that they’ll never own
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Done (August)
02:07
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We’re so small
And it’s so dark
It’s been for so long
Could this mean anything at all
Oh fuck it must
And if it doesn’t
Just pretend like it does
Cause it’s all you got
And then you’re done
You get to hear the rain on the leaves
And then you’re done
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Daryl Gussin Los Angeles, California
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