1. |
Reconstruction
02:03
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Reconstruction
“What are we gonna do now?”
the quotation races through my mind,
thanks to a resonance
that brings me back to my roots.
Like a dead tree revived that’s
been sidelined-
gawking at these volatile times,
do you remember what it means
to have a heart?
Digital boys and girls consume
what’s left of the waste from the
baby boom,
voting careerist populist,
and indulging in token
pleasures too.
Sick of the constant mental abuse
from those who do nothing but use,
it’s time to reconstruct the world
we see.
We’re not slaves, we’re human beings
and anyone who manipulates
is a usurper and a gutless enemy.
Sick of all the fucking abuse
from those who do nothing but use,
it’s time to reconstruct the world
to what it should be.
But it starts in hearts and then on streets,
so grab your life from the jaws of defeat,
dismantle your mindset quick and slowly rebuild.
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2. |
Effigy
02:20
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Effigy
Straddling the corners
are the faces who’ve seen better,
shrouded in the secret peace
of a bitter silent honor.
the corroded masks we wear
hiding true demeanors,
grasping at the pieces
to be fitted into place…
While shackled in debt
and wasting our time,
force fed acceptance from enterslaved minds,
being judged on lack of luxury
by those who want my future burnt in effigy.
Been told once and been told twice
but third times the crime -
build the pyres and set the fires,
piss and moan, bitch and drone –
past action dissolves integrity,
delusions become memory
and this history of quiet poverty
is rewritten time and time again…
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3. |
Response
00:58
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Response
Disrespect’s a two way street
that crosses path with speech,
and the passive regressive collision
making trust incomplete…
If you’re gonna say it,
say it now…
Comfort disintegrates
dropping contents from the mind,
as elegant accolades radiate
like shit from sewer pipes…
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4. |
Professional
02:29
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PROFESSIONAL
I’m a god/I’m a slob -
an inferiority complex built on oppression,
always hoping to redeem a life
and brighten their days through halogen eyes.
I want to be pressed in perfection,
unfeeling at my discarded station
speaking to the disembodied co-working
spirits that pass on blindly,
creative silence
gasping between telephone breaths
I begin to lose my common sense and
long for monolithic security!
I’m a jailor/I’m a prisoner -
the brain’s another cell that confines tirades,
repressing emotions for the bigger score
never satisfied I anger for MORE!
Morals speak louder than truth
but the ones I live by I fucking choose,
that raises me to a heavenly hell,
but I’m no sellout/I’m professional.
Grapple with concepts of duress,
while smiling with the
men of success,
yet in the end
I know they’re plagued
by indifferent cowardice.
But I’m so sellout/I’m professional,
I’m so sellout/I’m professional,
I’m so sellout/I’m professional…
WHAT HAVE I BECOME?!
the regressive degradation of common thought –
left behind and conformed to rot,
re-enforcing the front that makes me “me”
hiding the truth I hope you don’t see.
‘Cause I’m so sellout/I’m professional,
I’m so sellout/I’m professional,
giving “congrats” and I wish you well,
but secretly… “I’ll see you in hell”.
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5. |
Wolves in the Midst
04:46
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6. |
Ghost Blues
01:02
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Ghost Blues
Riding rails and crimson steeds
never to give what you stole
from me
Haunt my heart
then make it stop,
I’ll be glad when it falls apart
I see your ghost in this
concrete hell,
and your memory in everyone else
oh lord, take me home
Those sultry angels I loved to see -
thieved my nights away from me,
Those devilish eyes
gazed into mine,
as I laid
by their side.
Now I pray to take away
the pain rotting inside of me
and find it’s just wasting time
until I die.
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7. |
52 Nights in 51 Days
02:56
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52 Nights in 51 Days
Another trip in a daily attraction
Pavlovian reaction with a bit of retraction
esoteric motions in the right direction
a telephone call is another distraction
I’m sick of writing replacement words
with insecure underground allure.
Another number on the meter
and a notch upon the board.
Another brain in the blender,
pieces strewn on the floor.
As the earth spins on its axis
we integrate philosophical methods,
too much work and not enough play
when there’s fifty-two nights in fifty-one days.
The radio’s emitting obsequious waves
burning the ears and scarring in ways,
materialistic psychotic talk.
Kick it down – less talk more rock
hopefully repress the shock.
Weigh out happiness in terms of success
all junked out, an escapist wreck.
Sidewalk strollers with their heads in the gutter
post-modern living, no fucking borders.
Swallow the drugs decontrol substance
sift through the refuse of urban decay,
too much work and not enough play
when there’s fifty-two nights in fifty-one days…
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8. |
Heavy Standards
02:13
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Instrum...
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9. |
Way of Life
02:48
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Way of Life
Everyone’s trying to feed their needs
while trying to keep you down,
rejecting their minds
as they would mine,
no one tells me how to live.
Although I yearn for what they have
what can I really give?
Constantly reminded what I
don’t have.
Living this way of life -
always fucks you around,
living this way of life –
keeps your soul to the ground,
say it’s wise to shut off feelings
and conform to prior thinking…
I recognize your right to exist
but that doesn’t mean I agree with it…
Everyone living beyond their means
as I save along the poverty line,
in anarchic secret near the highway signs
within 01845,
DIY has its price and I’m sure paying mine,
but giving in to their demands
is a wretched waste of time.
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10. |
Odyssey of a Holy Man
03:22
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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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