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Stupid Life
01:30
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Everything I've heard today is bullshit.
Every single headline reads,
"A liar tells a lie"
Am I supposed to be surprised?
Am I supposed to be on board, or be supportive?
More than anything I'm bored and apathetic,
What a stupid fucking life.
Is anybody even listening anymore?
I can barely pay attention to my own negative thoughts.
I don't need outside opression to inform my own depression,
It's a self-sustaining beacon of despair,
But everywhere I look it's one more thing,
And a million more excuses,
And a million reasons I don't need to be alive today.
What's the use? When the useless are the ones we choose,
To represent us and our views on just how much we're fucking up,
And they don't even care.
There's a blank cheque signed in our blood,
In the pocket of a man who is understood,
To be a liar and a thief and a cheat and a crook,
But it's all good man. Yeah, it's all good.
'Cause everything I've said today is bullshit,
But if I don't know the truth how can I even tell a lie?
Why are you acting so surprised,
That the people who despise you don't have your interests in mind?
Really, we are all complicit in this stupid fucking life.
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A summer breeze,
Shakes some leaves from the trees,
They descend upon me,
As I fall to my knees in despair,
Not a care in the world but for living,
It's all been for naught,
I am rife with disease.
My head hangs supportless,
Frame too weak to bare.
At my hands on the wet ground,
My sunken eyes stare.
I didn't see it coming,
It's sprung from nowhere,
But nowhere I'm used to,
I've residence there.
What did I want,
And what did I expect?
I'm a bitter old cunt,
An emotional wreck,
And if all that I get now is all I deserve,
I'll take it with grace,
And return to the earth.
I reached out with promises,
I couldn't keep,
Betrayed my companions,
And pushed them from me,
'til surrounded by nothing,
I staggered on home,
And awakened in emptiness,
Duly alone.
Strength returns to my legs,
And my head lifts with ease.
I push down on the wet leaves,
And rise to my feet.
I guess I was mistaken,
And all is not lost.
I'll survive this each time,
If I want to or not.
I reached out with malice,
Behind a disguise,
Betrayed to attention,
By my sunken eyes,
You'll do well to forget me,
Rather than despise.
When I'm nothing to anyone,
Everyone thrives.
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An Absolute Dream
03:11
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I had a dream in which I met a girl,
I met a girl who taught me how to sing.
Hand in hand we sang a million protest songs,
But we never changed a fucking thing.
I had a dream in which we saved the world,
We all died alone as if we never had.
We all took it for granted,
Nobody got any wiser,
We destroyed it all the same and I was glad.
We don't know how we'll fall
But we know this much
One day we'll trip or stumble,
Or we might be pushed
But when the time comes,
I know I'll know,
For I'll know when I've had enough
I had a dream we bought a tattoo machine,
And we inked each other,
And the colours were vivid and the lines were clean.
And every single stroke had its own deep meaning,
And evoked a new feeling in the core of our being.
I had a dream that we bathed together,
In the basin of a river where the current was slow.
The ink peeled out from beneath our skin,
And it washed away forever in the flow,
And we barely even noticed it go.
We don't know how we'll fall
But we know this much
One day we'll trip or stumble,
Or we might be pushed
But when the time comes,
I know I'll know,
For I'll know when I've had enough
And I've had enough.
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Chuff
01:51
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A tale as old as time: a small elite,
Decide the course of lives beneath,
Their seats on high, impose their will
Upon the masses.
Reduced to race and sexuality,
And faith, a game of chess is played,
With pawns pushed to the fore,
The orchestrated so-called lower classes.
Divided and conquered, we thrive on lies.
Tonight we dine in echo chambers,
Too tired to let reasoned voices
Break the silence in our minds.
Failure by design.
Watch it fall.
Watch profits soar,
Engorged by what was stolen from us.
Feed upon the rind,
Discarded for,
A trough of rancid slaw.
Remains of what was promised for us.
Swallow what you find.
Soak it up.
Can't get enough.
With each bite hunger perpetuates.
You'll break in due time.
More pieces of you,
Parts for dark machines,
To forge more cracks in all who may participate.
Deduce, reduce, design, the world is fucked.
The youth survived, grew up on lies,
Fell on hard times and can't get up.
We learned a lesson.
Idea becomes a product in a week,
And breaks a handful later,
Like relationships we fail to keep,
So we embrace regression.
Reduce nostalgia to a gimmick,
Wistfully recall how freedom felt,
Before we built our prison's walls,
And locked ourselves up in it.
Question everything.
No feelings.
Not one is valid.
They say they are but lies come easy to them.
Hiding in plain sight, dictated.
Buy invasions of our lives for,
Watchers, watching satellites,
To capture us alone and naked.
Failure by design.
Poured into a mould,
Old and broken,
Separate parts were never sold.
Consume and be sold to some more,
Consume, create, consume, debate.
Elation in the hate consumed.
Consume, consume, consume it all.
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The Things I Say
02:20
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If I have the space of half a day,
I'm ashamed of half the things I say.
I'm ashamed to have turned out this way,
and I desire to make amends.
But it don't make no difference, now,
and no-one's listening, anyhow,
and lists of sins and solemn vows
don't make you any friends.
There's an old trick played,
when the light and the wine conspire
to make me think I'm fine.
I'm not, but I have got half a mind
to maybe get there, yet.
Our lives come easy and our lives come hard.
And we carry them like a pack of cards:
some we don't use, but we don't discard,
but keep for a rainy day.
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Pocket
02:11
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The seam split in the pocket that I kept my dreams in.
Now my pocket full of dreams is just another hole in my kecks.
She said, "How about you? What do you want to do?",
I said, "I don't know"...
And she lost all interest.
People talk to me like I'm fucking simple.
Well it's true, I might not be the curliest pube in the patch,
And perhaps I can't fully commmit to something meaningless,
But I can understand a menial task.
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Maeby
02:44
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Maybe I'm naive,
Maybe I'm just not fucking smart.
Maybe I can't see just who these people really are.
Or maybe I don't care.
Maybe they're no worse than me.
Maybe some day, that's where I'll be.
Tired and broken on the street,
Asking for change so I can eat,
Or get fucked up, but wouldn't you?
What the fuck else is there to do?
Maybe I am blind,
And feeding the addictions of the poor.
Maybe I don't mind just what they use my money for.
I hope they're getting fed,
Or whatever it is they need.
Really, it isn't up to me,
To make decisions for anyone,
I happen by on the street.
Suit, shorts, sleeping bag or hoodie,
I don't know the whole story.
Can you honestly say that circumstances never change?
Some alcoholics live in mansions,
Some drug addicts are movie stars.
Some of the worst cunts you could imagine,
Are politicians living large,
Off money you have made,
And that they exploit you for.
Do you really have any more,
Of a right to judge the poor,
That I do you? Or you do Me?
We aren't just all that we can see.
There's so much more that we can be,
That privilege, status or money.
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Spin Around
01:40
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Only Me!
02:54
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I told them I was something but it was a lie.
I told them and I told them to myself.
I acted as if I belonged in hopes that I,
Would convice them and convince me as well.
I didn't think about it, but I did it anyway.
I didn't contemplate what I had done.
I joined in as they told me. It was all the rage.
And conformity is number one.
I didn't want to be
I didn't want to know
I didn't want to go
I didn't want to see
I didn't want to be a part of anything
I taught myself what shame was and I learned it well,
And how fogiveness isn't something I can earn.
And that maybe I was being hard on myself,
It takes a lot for someone to deserve to burn.
I did things I should not have and I got nowhere.
I felt no pride for it when I was done.
I missed some things I wanted to and didn't care,
Or feel like I missed out on any fun.
I didn't want to be
I didn't want to know
I didn't want to go
I didn't want to see
I didn't want to be a part of anything
I didn't want to see
I didn't want to know
I didn't want to go
I didn't want to be
I wanted to be the centre of everything
I took a step toward taking care of myself,
And found a sense of pride in what I'd done.
Absolved of guilt for looking after my own health,
Of me, I found, I am the only one.
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Dr. Nowt Manchester, UK
Born at the dank floor of a ceaselessly deepening pit, Dr. Nowt, in his decreasing sanity, haphazardly hurls notes and words together, bellowing out the result upward through the void in the hope that it might reach the surface, even just to the lip of his abode where by chance, one might happen upon his cries and project outward his message of peace, kindness, hope and a distaste for humanity. ... more
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