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Middle Class Hero
02:04
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I know, yes I know,
the price being paid for blind acceptance.
And I understand,
the speeches that infect thoughts like sepsis.
I know, yes I know,
one’s truth is someone else's lie.
That you just realized,
but I’ve known for quite some time.
As plain as day,
it’s safe to say,
that change is coming anyway.
But how is still
being determined
and the reasons for it
ain’t so great.
A great leap backward
killing tradition
of a hundred years of
progressive traction,
one class fights
to stay on top
as the lower claws
its way up non-stop.
And those who wait
at the middle
to rest their heads for a little,
erode their goals for equality
in exchange for a false romantic sense of peace.
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2. |
Turf War
03:57
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The games we play
enliven the day,
but I’m tired of doing
things your way.
Let’s try something different
and play for keeps.
Using people as pieces ,
the cover for peace.
The closer you get,
I’ll run and hide.
Hoping to strike
at precarious times.
Using death as a marker,
and sloganeering reminders,
waging a turf war
internationally.
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3. |
Legacy
01:41
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Monkey see, monkey do,
well this monkey doesn’t want to.
Not content to replay the past
so I’ll just stand here and watch –
those who masquerade,
display on parade,
their ignorance of history,
re-interpreting a dead legacy.
Those who’ll dance to anything
will march and fight with everything.
Elders take the stage and preach
while thanking macho tendencies,
to those who survived strife,
now coming back to life,
gladly willing to play the part
as I question the pulpit’s support of
those who masquerade,
display on parade,
their ignorance of history,
re-interpreting a dead legacy.
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4. |
Hearts and Minds
01:54
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There you go again with rhetoric,
are the only options what you pick?
That people accept without debate,
cemented within their safe beliefs.
The time for talk is over,
and to stem the tide,
is to progress against the waves of hate
that kills our hearts and minds.
Turn off and unplug,
there’s so much to be done,
and no time left to spare.
Get out, speak up,
and infiltrate.
Help in any way you can.
Tyranny thrives on complacency,
target exactly, with all you got.
Because the only way back to normalcy
is to push back as hard as you can.
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5. |
Complex
02:54
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I spy with my naïve eye,
the intrusion of the rest of the world.
Screams of anguished media play
as the majority goes unheard.
Looking around the windswept scenes
infected truth bleeds through the seams.
Fear and lies just come alive
leaving an apathy I despise.
In my life
I tried so much,
but in the end
it never feels quite right.
Is the only time
when all is lost
to finally accept
everything you’ve got?
I spy with my angry eyes
the constant dwindling hopes of man.
Watch what you say in the name of peace,
as they doom with an aggressive hand.
Hate destroys what’s left of me,
deconstruction of my private dreams,
engulfing credibility
now that everything’s done offsite.
While imprisoned in my fear,
you spy with your detailed eye
the beauty of everything
under heaven’s sky.
While imprisoned in my fear,
you spy with your detailed eye,
and remind me what’s important
without ever casting me aside.
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6. |
Five to Four
00:50
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You call it social progress
but it’s just a total lie.
Following others blindly
you don't even question why.
Nationalistic pride,
flying high for all to see.
Blind laws of the nation
written for them but not me
Bigoted morals
forced upon me,
bigoted faces
starring pridefully,
bigoted masses
following desperately,
bigoted nation
united hatefully.
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7. |
The Day After
02:06
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Through the noise and the haze
the abundance of rage
is now set in place,
like a monument to everything wrong
and done in methodical haste.
Can you hear the cries of anguish
when life changes in an instant?
The confusion comes next,
erasing the gains,
and nothing seems to make sense.
And the day after comes as it always does,
going forward, escaping the past.
The time goes by
as the speculative hype
erodes closure of any type.
The search continues
for decaying answers
littered in the past.
A dazzling array of sequential dismay
that’s pieced together too fast.
How many more lines have got to be crossed
until the right thing is clearly done?
A grim reminder of incomplete work
that must be finished, whatever the cost.
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8. |
Same
01:42
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With no one around
except a static sound,
what can be said
about what remains unsaid?
The obvious sets in,
the news becomes a friend,
and a good day becomes
when you think you understand.
Even with all I got
it may not be enough,
trying to be strong
makes me feel I’m not,
turning to what works
doesn’t help so much,
leaving isolation
the only choice I’ve got.
My brain is right
but I don’t buy it,
my heart aches
so re-enforce it,
even with someone
to help me through it,
searching for a balance
I still feel the same.
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9. |
Pinnacle
01:34
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The static hovers overhead,
marring the positive
abstracting the constructive.
Voices clash and crash together,
severing the lies
that bind the truth.
Letting loose the worst
of undying pride,
cutting at the root
of salvation -
the pinnacle of our kind.
In the time it takes
to collect my thoughts
I could do so much,
but I choose not
to waste my time
listening in
to the frivolous crimes
of one track minds
that make me sick
to my stomach,
pondering how
the hell they still survive….
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10. |
Great Society
02:25
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The mark of corruption
rots the foundation
of every institution
that reluctantly stands.
The inhabitants stay
making their way
to the scattered places
where on may be saved.
I understand but don’t know
what life’s like for you,
huddled in a train station
with nowhere to go.
I continue my day
but can’t look away
at the suffering poor
in our great society.
The weight of concern
still rests on my back,
but if shrugged off
I’m no better than those
who’re told to lie,
told to steal,
and cut the safety net
that serves society’s need.
I understand but don’t know
what life’s like for you,
calling streets home
in the heat or the cold.
I continue my day
but reminded always
of the suffering faces
in our great society.
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11. |
Dismantler
02:33
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12. |
Two States
01:46
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The gears grind on, unabated,
working in shadows unrestricted.
Revolution isn’t coming soon,
if it does it’ll become one more mess.
Assistance never comes when you need it to,
what’s left is the fear and a sense of doom.
Living in two states of reality,
delving in a human state of anarchy.
Lost and defeated
though quiet I seethe,
at the gain of acceptance
they acquire with ease.
What was once logic
now ideology,
where foundations are laid
for new identities.
Making a wrong fuss, too concerned with control,
Greed is nothing but a sad man’s lust.
And that the rich is allowed to persist,
by making their profit on the backs of us!
Who are you now? Why did you change?
Are you really that afraid?
Love it or leave it? Is that all you got?
It’s my home too, you ignorant fuck!
Lost and defeated
though quiet I seethe,
at the gain of acceptance
they acquire with ease.
What was once logic
now ideology,
where foundations are laid
for new identities.
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13. |
Vespa Queen
01:57
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There she goes in the blink of an eye,
no warning as she bombs on by.
She’s the type of trouble you don’t need,
but she’ll gladly deal it if you tease.
The only thing that passes
is the wind right through her hair,
and anything else that tries
is left mangled crying “Why?”.
Keep on riding Vespa Queen,
Cruising on the city streets,
Making sure that no one ever
takes her life away.
On a small machine that’s built for speed,
the only love she keeps unseen,
a testament to the only thing
that’s made life worth living…
Through the foster folks and
halfway homes.
The lovers who’ll never know
what it’s like to sleep alone,
freezing in the morning snow.
A hard heart left encased,
thanks to survival’s ragged code,
left with nothing but her wits
and a heavy lovelorn load.
She knows exactly what to do,
who to bribe, and where to go,
springing traps with every cop
screaming, “Pull over and stop!”
Keep on riding Vespa Queen,
rejected from society.
Living free to what her heart decides:
Just take it day to day.
Running stoplights on her bike,
while escaping from the state police
to 495!
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Methadone Kitty Massachusetts
Methadone Kitty formed in 2001. Since then they've been making noise, experimenting with sound, and releasing albums independently on their own label, Neat/Beat Records.
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