1. |
Extremist
02:04
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Extremist
Dear god I’ve tried
to make the best of life
but still restrained and
sickened -
Left to my own device
that I’ve constructed
with the only tools
at my disposal.
Starting with a piece of pipe,
researching info
to work it right,
melding other parts to
satisfaction,
I gaze upon my creation
a testament to marginalization,
and everything I’ve ever hated.
This is what you’ve made me
with extremist policy,
eroding common sense.
Left to starve and die alone
as you have somewhere to call home.
In a corporatist slave state
I don’t have much,
but still got my pride,
and a working economic knowledge
of cheap ways to make you die.
Dear god they’ve tried
to take my life
but now resolved and stricken,
with a sense of pleasure
and a timely wait
of a nice well-placed surprise –
an explosive reaction
stripping the flesh
from the upper one percent.
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2. |
Corporate Citizen
01:23
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Corporate Citizen
Surveyed for thoughts
that extend the farce
of a say within my stake,
for what amounts to nothing
but time exchanged for pay.
Volunteering to teach
the next generation for a
break in the day,
building a front
all for naught
as a corporate citizen.
Sometimes, I wonder what it means…
Presented with facts
that’s wrapped in trash
as a testament to acceptance.
Dialogue shuts down
and is nothing more
than a top down ordination.
Joining my place for a set amount
toiling for other’s bank accounts,
all I want is to work toward peace
of mind and job security.
Knowing that nothing’s guaranteed,
striving to keep hope in check
while confined to my work desk
Sometimes, I wonder what it means…
Sometimes, I wonder what it means…
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3. |
Reticent
01:46
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Reticent
There are times to walk away,
there are times to stay and fight,
wrapped in flags of protest
that ends with a conviction.
but the distinction is as muddled
as the demand made on movements
by pundits seeking answers
via total non-involvement.
In my younger days
I’d support what you say,
but now not so sure
as I kindly look away,
toward a future of
responsibility
unshackled from the views
that solidified the ethics
of my angry youth.
Watching propaganda
of people maced in streets,
while fighting for the simple things
for people who don’t speak.
A place to live,
something to eat,
and justice in our time;
but how does one support a cause
when they’re still doing fine?
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4. |
Common Stock
01:22
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Common Stock
A message on a voicemail
told me of my fate
and last day with the company
that I suddenly hate.
Not much was said
but I understood the
feelings on their end,
as they towed the party line
of their corporatist heads:
“You’ve been downsized,
thanks for your time,
but now it’s time to leave.
It’s the economy you see
there’s just no place to be.
Your loyalty will be repaid
by sending your job overseas,
better to compete
without much lament,
perhaps we’ll have you back
as a consultant or a temp.”
Swallowing pride,
turning away
from the luxury of minimum wage.
Repulsed by shame
of every meager offering
they made,
it amounts to slavery
all for the bottom line,
as the idiot is promoted,
the hard-working are depleted
in the name of profit
that’s just gambled in the markets.
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5. |
It Must Be Pretty Nice
02:03
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It Must Be Pretty Nice
Ask me what I mean
instead of thinking that I’m wrong,
rather live in the pure truth
of darkness
than wear halos of falsity.
Ask me how I feel
instead of thinking that I don’t,
rather starve with necessity
than satisfy disappointment.
It must be pretty nice
to have security,
something beats nothing –
it must be pretty nice.
Feeling like the sun,
wrapped in warmth and purpose:
instead of constant searching
and living on strained kindness.
Better to kiss and make up
or cut the loss and run?
Back to the safety of the silence
and the feeling that you’ve won.
Fighting the noise that screams
anger spite and hate
that lives inside and feeds the need
to constantly separate.
I envy what you have
and would gladly trade my days
of independent freedom
for a living wage,
It must be pretty nice knowing
you’ve played by the rules,
and within safety feel the need
to say, “It’ll get better soon”.
But I’m sick of winners
Who never ask why
and everyone who says there’s no time
to indulge in something good
instead of being pre-occupied.
You may think in these hard times
it must be great to be unattached,
but it’s wretched to hold your values
knowing they’ll never hold you back.
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6. |
Tuned Out
01:40
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Tuned Out
Revulsion of revolt
stands hard
against the sweeping tides of change,
the good that’s done
shadowed by lights
spotlighting this awkward
phase -
That remains a testament
to something left undone,
out of laziness,
spite,
or malicious kind of fun.
Interfacing with space
for a chance to be heard,
joining the ranks of many others
who also know how much I hurt.
Validity
is questioned,
left unanswered
intellectually
but people
judge legitimacy
and not the
corporatist entity.
Raise your voice,
expose your face,
look and hear
and see the plight,
fight against the
ignorance
that once tuned out
your life.
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7. |
Nemesis
01:58
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Nemesis
Marching along with no sense of self
sucking life out of principle,
recalling the collected mess
of tired movement,
spreading like wildfires or
influx of forgotten peoples
looking back at the time it takes
getting to the here and now.
Reflecting to make sure
that nothing is left
and all gets burned,
patience not strong
but it won’t be long
until everything is made right.
Roaring over commotion
without feeling the emotion,
reminded of the ones who haunt
while taunting those who stay,
never resting
while sleeping,
dreaming of the time it takes
to receive what’s really needed.
Reflecting to make sure
that nothing is left
and all gets burned,
patience not strong
but it won’t be long
until everything is made right.
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8. |
Occupant
02:19
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Occupant
Hitting the street with a need to redeem
the morals of society
that’s lost its way
and became decayed ,
corroded with austerity.
Ignorance not intellect,
the sense of your entitlement
is what keeps us awake at night
protesting as occupants of life.
Jeered and harangued everyday
by those who still make their pay
from the financial sector
that helped make us this way:
Organized and ready to fight,
keeping principals safe and right,
sloughing off the poser trash
and those who try to buy with cash.
Hear us say
we’re here stay
until justice has been paid
for those who all voted for change
we’re hoping and praying…
Hear us say
we’re here stay
until justice has been paid
the mandate remains
until I feel that peace isn’t just the only way.
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9. |
Confrontation
02:06
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Confrontation
Ready for a fight?
Been all my life,
surrounded by everyone
who’s right.
Now it’s time to go
face to face
testing laws
and due process.
We marched and sang,
they had enough
and sprayed every face
with mace as a start.
I thought, “The hell?
Why don’t we charge?
And take back our basic
civil rights?!”
Authority is bought thanks
to the corrupt,
who suck from the sacks
of Wall St.’s trash.
While they too fight for the
scraps that we have, while
wearing the motto,
“To serve and protect”…
Fuck that!
No more!
I’m still in hell
but don’t want to spend the night
in a cell,
and just as I turn to run from the fray
I feel a cold hand grab me and say:
“Are you a part of this?”
I reply, “Yes.”
I wish I said, “No.”
Too late to regress.
Just take what’s coming and
hope for the best until I feel
a crack to the chest…
That’s
the feeling
of
power
abused
by those
who can’t
see beyond
the news,
who
won’t do
what
is right
except haul us to jail
as we march in the night.
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10. |
The Silence of Dissent
05:32
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Instrum...
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11. |
Bailout
01:41
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Bailout
Help isn’t coming
for those still reeling
from the incessant
moralist monolith,
taking in the name
of spiritual bankruptcy,
fueling a corrupted machine.
Doubting the actions
of those higher up
who got where they are
through help or dumb luck,
only giving back useless advice
while committing white collar crimes.
The time has come
to save ourselves
and participate,
to stand in public solidarity
and support in secrecy.
Told that it’s wrong to ask for handouts,
shameful to beg on the street,
but when push comes to shove
oh how I will love
to see corporatists screaming for peace.
And like you or I
they too can be killed,
and for years they’ve threatened us,
stealing all that we’ve worked to protect
by bailing out the upper one percent.
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12. |
The Last Resort
02:59
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The Last Resort
It’s time to annihilate a symbol of greed,
the candidate who won’t support me,
it’s not just businessmen who do business,
I can mean it too.
It’s time to end the playing,
it’s time to end the games,
as vengeance is as equal to justice
that I yearn for every day.
Time to set the plague ablaze!
The statement must get through!
The revolt will be televised
and streamed live to you!
The oppressed resist
the time has come
to take it to the limit,
of everything right and just ,
and it’ll only take a second…
To blow my prey to kingdom come
like god once did to Sodom,
the very same one he believes in
who tells him that he’s right,
now we’ll go and meet him,
it doesn’t make a difference,
but at least I stood for freedom
instead of plutocracy.
SO LET’S GO!!!!
So thus ends a life
consumed with zealous rage,
toward those who used our laws
to wage wars on the middle class.
So how far will it go
until it gets to this?
When ballots no longer count,
and resorts to bombs and bullets…
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13. |
American Dream
06:48
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Methadone Kitty Massachusetts
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