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More of the Obvious Less
01:51
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More of the Obvious Less
Now, before we walk through
plate glass windows or choose
to swim in barbed wire seas
full of message in a bottle molotov cocktails
served shaken like epileptic sailors
upon catatonic cruiseships,
Let us all take a moment to
contemplate the fragility
of the landscape
ego eggshells and the growing crevice
between corrupt consciousness
and the evolution of the caterpillar
from larva to corporate whore.
And I say
Amen.
Now, most of us never spend a day of our lives
searching for anything more than our car keys or telephones
Like a television series stretched from one season to seven
the plot is sometimes lost amongst us all.
Taught with ideas that are bred to misrepresent, is it any wonder that the kid standing before the class is just target practice for rest.
Sickness, this city, this suburb, these small towns sliding into the sewers
as the rivers roll and the mud flows and the gutters collect
insurance checks that will never be cashed.
For this is more of the obvious less,
the lesson most left off the agenda last,
And I say
I say
I say
Amen.
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2. |
And this Next Song
02:28
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And this next song.
And this next song goes out to all the Transgender treehuggers out there in the dark undefined forests of the world,
where even the bears bitch and moan about where Caitlyn Jenner should be legally allowed to take a shit.
And this next song goes out to all the immigrants everywhere, who don’t want to go back to their homelands but just want to feel welcome and safe where ever they land.
And this next song
And this next song
And this next song
Goes out to…
And this next song goes out to all the victims of depression contemplating suicide, for I am here to tell ya that staying alive and growing old is where it’s at.
And this next song goes out to all the touchy feely men who have been called out and put up againt the wall for exposing their balls.
And this next song
And this next song
And this next song
Goes out to…
And this next song goes out to all the over confident human assholes who have had their asses handed to them by Mother Nature.
And this next song goes out to all the pro-life predators and anti–abortion assholes who don't believe in healthcare but do believe in capital punishment.
And this next song
And this next song
And this next song
Goes out to…
And this next song goes out to all the loose lipped boot licking PC liberals living large on the Upper West Side.
And this next song goes out to all the gay and lesbian guys and gals, may your sexual preferences one day become a non-issue.
And this next song goes out to Jesus Christ for having to put up with what Christianity has become for the rest of his eternal life.
And this next song
And this next song
And this next song
goes out to you.
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3. |
We...are Doomed
02:53
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We…are Doomed
We… are doomed
Yes, we… are doomed,
to fall in love and to be alone.
Yes, we are doomed,
to be slaves to our libidos
controlled by those goddamn
telephones.
Yes, we…are doomed,
to do yoga and stretch the limits
of our own relevance.
Yes, we...are doomed,
to mediate, to meditate
in the hopes of alleviating
that which we continiously seem to
underestimate.
We…are doomed,
to raise bewildered children
upon foam padded playgrounds
suited up in kevlar,
too heavy and diabetic to swing
from those goddamn
monkeybars.
Yes, we…are doomed,
to dance the dance of ants in our pants,
over anxious and anxiety ridden
can’t sit still information overload
bladders full of fear.
Yes, we…are doomed,
to actually give a shit about
dirty water
and toxic air
Yes, we…are doomed
Yes, we…are doomed
But we are smiling…
For we the doomed,
all you freaks, geeks and weirdos,
filling up this room,
we shine on.
Yes, we…shine on!
As the darkness absorbs that which is light,
the light that shines brighest
in the darkest of all
of our doomed
nights.
Yes, we…are doomed
Yes, we…are doomed.
Well alright!
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4. |
People
02:05
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PEOPLE
People with feelings
whose feelings feel needy
and unnoticed.
People with feelings
reactivist retarded feelings
oversensitive human beings
molested by their own sense
of emotion.
People with feelings
hypocondriac
bleedinghearts
people with feelings
staining hemp carpets with
carbon footprints
full of feelings.
People with feelings
souls crying
the world dying
People with feelings
who can’t take a joke
People with feelings
mouths agape with vocal farting
People with feelings
feeding their own fists
to the gaping hole in the middle
of their over feeling faces.
People with feelings
I feel for you.
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5. |
Emancipate
02:58
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Emancipate
Emancipate the white man from his born into this white privilege
and liberate him from his He-Man Masters of the Universe status.
Emancipate the oversexed white man from his public shame
as he accepts his own blame for sending dick picks
to secretaries and under age chicks
for his libido has been raised as a Playboy slave
led to believe thay every sexual advance from puberty on,
should go his way.
Emancipate the white businessman for his ascension up
the ladder of success
for he is only doing more or less what
he deems to be his best and well those
struggles of minorities and women
are just not experiences that
a white man of privilege
can relate to or attest.
Emancipate the elitist white golfers and doctors
lawyers and CEO’s of evening news shows.
Emancipate the God loving, Manifest Destiny
white power preachers from their fear of their own
daughters or sons being enaged in a genderfluid
bi-racial matrimony.
Emancipate the white man from the hole
he and his predecessors have dug for themselves
while at the same time burying all of those who
have never fit into their blue eyed mold
for the history of the world
seen through the white mans eyes
is a storyline narrative
that is in dire need
of being retold.
Emancipate the white real estate developer from
his trickle down economy
and his God given right to gentrify
every corner of every city,
as poverty is not his problem
when buying up and reselling properties
at an overinflated rate.
For the slow death of ethnic communities
is his suit and tie contribution
to the new age final solution.
Emancipate the white liberal savior
from his affirmative action saving grace and
forgive his homage to Malcolm X last Halloween
as just an honest mistake, for he did not know better,
when he showed up at the office costume party
in black face.
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6. |
Suck
00:52
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Suck
the world through a plastic straw
Eat
fast food as a laxative
Drown
corporate fools in swimming pools
Take
opioids to kill the void
Rock n Roll has been bought and sold
Rock n Roll has been bought and sold
Rock n Roll has been bought and sold
Like politics
and healthcare
too.
Does anyone even really care
Does anyone even really care
Does anyone even really care.
Does anyone even really care.
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7. |
I Believe
03:00
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I believe that bad shit happens in the world because too often people don’t eat a proper breakfast.
I believe in the simple purity of watching reruns of South Park and turning on my brain.
I believe that God is just an idea that humanity created to fill the void.
I believe that feeling that your choice is the only right choice is not very godlike.
I believe that writing poetry can be a painkiller but not the cure for a poisoned world.
I believe that trust is a five not a four letter word for a very good reason.
I believe that giving in takes more courage then stepping out.
I believe that telling a person off in person is infinitely more personal then texting them
those words.
I believe that natural selection has been bought and sold by Nestle.
I believe that bad habits don’t make a person a bad person
but just a bit uncomfortable to be around.
I believe that everyday we should all take time out to do nothing.
I believe that the overachievers are undermining the rest of us
by not doing what I just said.
I believe that sticks and stones can break my bones and that words well, they can ruin lifes.
I believe that like it or not, we are all in this shit together.
I believe that I have said enough about some of the things I do believe in.
I believe that right about now it’s time to let someone else do some of that talking.
Well, I believe that our beliefs too often just get in the way of all of us just getting it all on
together.
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8. |
Spoke to You
02:01
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Spoke to You
I spoke to you in a whisper
washed away by white
noise in black light room
where what we conspired
to do radiated neon electric
impulse to pursue danger
dig in the dirt behind
the house that sits haunted
by the memories of all our
past forgotten plans.
I should have seen it coming.
But then again
I never stopped
to turn around.
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9. |
The Algorithm
03:21
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The algorithm
The algorithm eats ebola with whole fat milk and granola for breakfast.
The algorithm is watching us but has a Hello Kitty sticker over its own camera so we can’t watch it.
The algorithm is swaffeling Mark Zuckerberg.
The algorithm has contracted chlamydia more times then Richard Brautigan ever did.
The algorithm is on a keto diet but is having trouble keeping the weight of the world off its waistline.
The algorithm is contemplating actually going back to its own shithole country.
The algorithm is a shithole country.
The algorithm is a plus size model and proud of its extra rolls of fat.
The algorithm is busy updating the Kama Sutra.
The algorithm exercises everyday upon the treadmill that s Joe Rogan’s tongue.
The algorithm is wanted by the authorities in three different countries for back alimony payments.
The algorithm is addicted to viagra and sticking its dick into everything.
The algorithm blew out its lower back while twerking last time it was on Spring Break.
The algorithm is still waiting on a sequel to the film Gummo.
The algorithm is a big fan of the band Royal Trux.
The algorithm still hasn’t made up its mind about the latest season of The Walking Dead.
The algorithm is tired of all the 0’s and 1’s in it’s life.
The algorithm jerks off to Porn Hub too.
The algorithm doesn’t think it should be blamed for all the race baiting clickbait bullshit on the internet these days.
The algorithm is waiting for its vacation money and plans on sipping pina coladas poolside somewhere were no one can find it but where it can keep an eye on everybody, all the time, every single day.
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10. |
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The day that Hip Hop Music Died its 2nd death.
There was a shared attempt and everyone involved shook hands.
They smiled at one another in agreement and said in a vernacular
of the modern times, that it “was all good.”
Upon getting into their own seperate Escalades and while driving home
it dawned on some of them that they were actually still unconvinced and unsure of what they had agreed upon.
Later in the evening messages were sent back and forth
between the persons involved.
Questions that still remained were asked and new requests
were made.
For what had hours before been seen as “all good”
was now just sort of “ok”.
For how could a situation be “all good”
when it is realized that the “all” was too vague
and that the “good” is too abstract to understand.
The next morning the group decided to meet once again over coffee
and small pastries, the conversation was picked up where it had been
left off.
There were less smiles this day and more frowns this time around.
And after an hour of discussing and looking at their telephones, well
there was little decided upon.
The agreements of the previous day were decidely put on ice
The agreemensts of the previous day were decidely put on ice.
For what had been the day before seen as “all good” was now
readjusted into a “let’s just wait and see” attitude.
For this was the day that Hip Hop music died, its 2nd death.
For this was the day, that Hip Hop music died its 2nd death.
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11. |
X's in the Sky
04:44
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It's the backstory to every bad dream
The monster lurking in the closet of
every confrontational moment
This era of the truly crazed finding comfort
in continiously creating
confusion out of contradiction of cash money conformity
of capitalizing on discomfort where coloring outside the lines
is no longer a creatively persued impulse
but as an act of pre-meditated provocation.
Sinister scrawlings used to instigate
the citizens of a nation
to put down their pens and
once again pick up their swords to start slicing at the common threads
that bind us all.
An untethered ship, political parties full of pirates.
Madness goes on unchecked
Mental illness now a pandemic.
Our state of being is bruised and bleeding on the inside.
Internal injuries will be the death of this land.
Updated slogans sear the concrete
“If you can’t take the heat, quarantine the kitchens and
let the rich eat their soybeans off the street.”
Awake to the evils of what comes too easy,
The distance between here and the desire
for whatever else might be out there, is infinite.
The crybaby man child has taken over the control room
and it’s mother and father with their faces in their Iphones.
These will be just one of the denominating factors
leading to the death of this land.
Reincarnation of this world,
well that,
that will be
the universe’s last laugh.
Cross the t’s and dot the i’s
there are x’s floating in the sky
and there is cash being horded
under the floorboards of the White House
and the way that credit helps keep
the clogged arteries of blood for money
flowing is quite something
i have to say.
Our flat screens and belly binge watching
got our activity levels flatlining
and all those silver linings saved
for rainy days
just can’t protect us anymore
from all those warm UV Rays.
For one way or another
for what it’s all worth
we are being taught a lesson
for the future to unlearn.
As compassion is commodified into yet another catchphrase
and empathy the afterthought of yet another predictable onslaught
and black anger grows hotter than white heat,
try imagining some suit and tie motherfucker dragging
his family, across the desert in their bare feet.
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12. |
Nazi Shmatzi
03:26
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Fuckin Nazis
Constitution castration disease riddled desperate nation, nazi.
Blue eyed puddin pie live free do or die nazi.
White militia tiki torch sitting on your front porch nazi.
Racist cop blood jelly donut sauce nazi.
Flippin burgers deep fried clam strip curly fries short order cook nazi.
Bankers bleeding out their eyes Miller lite mysoginistic mongoloid nazi.
Dead inside illuminati peeping tom third eye nazi.
Corporation bought the shop forcing out Mom and Pop nazi.
Politician dead weight geriatric old school good ol’ boys cesspool nazi.
Bleached blonde master race deep state white face nazi.
Television template mental health date rape nazi.
Sports fans wave the flag screaming out the word fag nazi.
Liberate inflate red state death rate nazi.
Gun control shoot to kill this is all Gods will nazi.
Millionaire madmen fuck the poor chain store nazi.
Redneck world view OxyContin sniffin glue nazi.
Cyber troll fat roll still living in your mother’s hole nazi.
You and I wonder why deny the truth live the lie nazi.
Nazis shmatzis everywhere and all that blood and stink.
Nazis shmatzis everywhere and all that blood and stink.
Nazis shmatzis everywhere and what’s a Jew to think.
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