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No Colossus
04:10
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We left San Pedro Sula
Carried all that we could take
My sister and my mother
In the darkness and the shade
Paid off the coyotes with the money that I made
My father and my brother buried in a common grave
We will never come back here
My sister Rosarita is
She Is barely 6 months old
We found some other people
And they took us in their fold
A caravan of desperate souls
With nothing left to loose
Half these fucking people don’t even have real shoes
But we walk till the coast is clear
We walked 2000 miles
Till we thought that we were safe
But we woke up in the desert
With a rifle in out face
They dragged us off in vans
Shoved us in a hole
With not but silver blankets to shiver in the cold
The lights never go off in here.
When the power of suggestion
Is the power over all
The least impressionable
Are the first against the wall
They said that we were vermin
They said we were diseased
They said this was the promised land
But not for folks like me
We are not welcome here
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Back to Norfolk
03:53
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(Time is escaping me - I keep escaping me always)
I went back to Norfolk
But my city was gone
I went back to Norfolk
But my city was gone.
i went to wage holy war in Norfolk
But my city was gone
Clothed in righteous armor back to Norfolk
But my city was gone
The Hague River swallows Mowbray arch
In Norfolk
Sinking back into the marsh that it sprang from
Back in Norfolk
in this time line - the Monitor and Merrimac sit at the bottom of the Elizabeth River
In Norfolk
As prehistoric sharks feast on the bones of dead
Confederate soldiers
In Norfolk
i went back to Cogan’s
But my memory’s gone
They ripped out the stage from Cogan’s
and now the rock n’ roll is gone
The telephone poles still shot through with rusting nails
In Norfolk
The street signs read like someone else’s mail
In Norfolk
The University has swallowed all our monuments along Hampton Blvd.
Now my city is gone
Like General Sherman’s drunken march to sea
And now my city is gone.
I went back to Norfolk
My city was gone
I went back to Norfolk
But my city was gone
I went back to Norfolk
My city was gone
But everything was still there.
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The sun’s barely risen on the eastern shore states
As the septuagenarian infant awakes
Crafting the poison the whole nation takes
On his telephone.
Clothed in his crapulence, he climbs down the stairs
The sycophants and lackeys will all fight for air
As the oxygen sucks from the room with the glare
Of an autocrat
His face is a death mask of smugness and glib
Like a roman emperor who just took a shit
On the face of a nation and then walked away from it
On the white House lawn
wiping his ass raw with history’s pages
The desert concentration camps full of cages
Of infants and toddlers while the population rages
Into a void
you’ll be known by your works, and your works look to me
Like the functions of a heart that's as black as the sea
In the deepest dark trenches where nothing can breathe
And the fishes all need lights on their heads just to see
You’re a racist
You’re a bigot
You’re a liar
You’re a shill
You poison the air
You poisoned the well
You violate our ethics
Our morals
Our trust
We’ll see you in November
Sincerely,
ALL OF US
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4. |
All We Alone
06:14
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There was a darkness
That swept across the nation
Born in the factories of light
and the cadavers
Of the better angels of our nature
were stacked up like cordwood
They were stacked up to the sky
all we alone can save us
all we alone can try
There’s no one left to replace us
Between the cold earth and windowless sky
There was a bomb blast
That ripped apart the station
a market full of children
From a robot in the sky
and there was broken glass
Beneath the feet of millions
There were arguments and excuses
But not a single reason why
There was an autocrat
A scion of great privilege
From a vast Potemkin village
With an army in the sky
We gazed in horror at
This champion of the ignorant
There’s no one alive who’s innocent
And the guilty all have died
There was a pipe dream
There was a land where there was plenty
There was room enough for everyone
And everything was fine
There was a timeline
Where there were no borders or no countries
Just a pale blue dot suspended
In an endless perfect sky
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Summertime Beehive
Burning the tree line
Every conversation turning into a street fight
Black top Nonstop
Modified cash crop
Hired mercenaries perpetrating as street cops
Hate crime Primetime
Over the state line
People in the city rocking out to the bass line
New school Old school
Segregated middle school
Me too - you too - tell me whatcha gonna do
Fistful Risk poll
Automatic pistol
Pouring all your money into oils and crystals
Fake news Shake loose
Making up the excuse
One man’s theft is another one’s fair use
Deep fake Handshake
Serotonin uptake
Selling out the country for some judges and a tax break
Troll farm Strongarm
Hand in the cookie jar
20 years of schooling now yr working in the dress barn
Tiki torch Front porch
Sneaking in the back door
1 2 3 4 they declared a race war
4 chan 8 chan
hating on the black man
Button-down shirts on the honkeys in the new clan
Rustbelt Bombshell
Overcrowded jail cell
Pissing on the grave of Franklin Delano Roosevelt
Magnify Occupy
Modify Clarify
Rectify Testify
Justify Satisfy
Glorify Multiply
Independent Samurai
Fuck Donald Trump and motherfuck Spotify
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Each of us born
With a bowl that we carry through life
Searching for home
And pulling the stones from the light
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7. |
The Pilgrim (Chapter 33)
04:12
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See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans,
Wearing yesterday's misfortunes like a smile
Once he had a future full of money, love, and dreams,
Which he spent like they was going outta style
And he kept right on changing
For the better or the worse,
Searching for a shrine he never found
Never knowing if believing is a blessing or a curse,
Or if the going up was worth the coming down
He's a poet, he's a picker
He's a prophet, he's a pusher
He's a pilgrim and a preacher,
and a problem when he's stoned
He's a walking contradiction,
Partly truth and partly fiction,
Taking every wrong direction on his lonely way back home.
He has tasted good and evil
In your bedrooms and your bars,
And he traded in tomorrow for today
Running from his devils, lord, and reaching for the stars,
And losing all he loved along the way
But the world it kept on turning
For the better or the worse,
And all he ever got was older and around
From the rocking of the cradle
to the rolling of the hearse,
The going up was worth the coming down
He's a poet, he's a picker
He's a prophet, he's a pusher
He's a pilgrim and a preacher,
And a problem when he's stoned
He's a walking contradiction,
Partly truth and partly fiction,
Taking every wrong direction on his lonely way back home.
There's a lot of wrong directions on that lonely way back home.
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8. |
The Lift
03:50
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When the burden’s so heavy
You can’t see the edge
When it spills out the side
Of a wide-angle lens
There's only one thing that’s left
On which you can depend
It's crowded at the bottom
But its all of your friends
And we’ll all
Lift up the weight
Carry each other
Till the dark turns today
And we’ll all lift up the weight
Down the perilous road till the light finds a way
When it feels like the anchor
Is buried in your chest
When just being alive
Is problematic at best
When you can’t take any more
You can still take what you get
If you're looking for an Easter egg
Well I guess this is it
When you feel like a visitor
Up in yr own home
How can someone be lonely who’s never alone
Put down yr burden and pick up the phone
Cuz everyone you know
Needs some help with the load
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