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Horse Fucker
04:11
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Corporate Life Form
04:59
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The corporate life form must not be allowed to escape planet earth.
The quarantine must be maintained for the good of all life in the galaxy
God willing, you exist
The corporate life form is the toxic culture virus that turns the sacred beauty of the universe into the home shopping network
The starving worm that eats love and shits it’s cancerous desires into human shape:
Blank-souled halfmen who want all of the power and none of the responsibility
Ego holes with fancy watches and no softness for children
Once they’ve nailed down the world with words like monetized and market share;
Nailed it down like jesusonthecross, as meaningless a sacrifice as ever you saw
Once your memories are the property of facebook google Disney Viacom
Once your secret dreams and wishes have been reduced to the coolest new fad and sold back to you, just another algorithm in some quant’s ipad
The corporate life form will raise it’s hungry jaws to the stars
The sun, the moon, mars and Saturn will cease to be, and mere resources will take their place.
The universe will be just another undeveloped country, the ultimate emerging market.
The dead, sanitized Disney corpse of human culture will fill all that free space with the infinite plastic trivia that is it’s only true product.
Soon enough you will have your condo on the moon, but it won’t matter.
It will be the same no place you came from, the same no place you can’t escape from.
The moon is not an emerging market, the sun is not an emerging market
Saturn is not an emerging market
The stars are not an emerging market
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Cobbler’s Dream
07:20
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Cheap Dimensions
02:57
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Late Melody
05:25
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Human Resources
05:17
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Death Sentence
03:11
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This Planet is Under a Death Sentence
And each summer is hotter than the one before
Complete strangers read your email, listen to your phonecalls
Keep records of what you buy, who you know, what you listen to,
What you read, who you are, who you wish to become.
And the cops run like ancient barbarians, killing as they please
Armed to the teeth, an invading army of cowards,
The chips on their shoulders tall enough to bring down passenger planes.
And someone screams “Fire” in a crowded abattoir. In go the shining knives.
Storms brew. Clouds gather in circles of vengeance wide as the ocean.
The glass blows in, and all your expensive cheap belongings
are thrown into the street to become the wreckage they always were.
Tribes form and gather around icy fires of terror.
Their minds twitching like mewling newborn mice, impaled by
The blue light of cable news and fresh derangement.
And this planet is under a death sentence.
We wait for other shoes to drop.
Everything shifts and shifts until you have to be so fucking weird just to be normal. So weird even your own grandparents won’t even recognize you.
Someone suggests we remove the human element, and you think: FINE, DO IT,
Remove my human element. Let me be an email promising bigger penises, lower mortgage rates and a small battery powered conversation piece that will never leave me lonely again.
Toy airplanes drop explosives and letters of apologies on whole families,
Roasting 5 year old boys like suckling pigs right before their mothers’ eyes.
While you sit in a darkened room catching up on mad men.
The fix is in, the fix is in, the fix is most definitely in.
They’re doing God’s work, and God’s work is to KILL KILL KILL!
Because this planet is under a death sentence.
This Planet is Under a Death Sentence, and we actlike bread and circus is some meaningful way to live.
We treat our children like robotioc status symbols, bedecked with mirrors to reflect our twisted images. And we wonder why they hate us and won’t act like humans.
The weather changes. A million acres of tundra explode into the atmosphere,
While we tap at a little “thumbs up” on a keyboard screen.
Drinking water turns to poison, but the little numbers on the screen go higher and higher! Monopoly money and tickets to the fair!
And This Planet is Under a Death Sentence
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Greasy Rider
05:33
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Good Cop
02:52
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Demon
07:29
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Friends & Neighbors
Brothers & sisters
Earth people of all kinds!
If you got ears that are open, you GOTTA listen.
A lot of religious people have been coming around here
Trying to tell you about the GOOD NEWS.
And we all see how that’s worked out.
Well I'm here to give you the BAD NEWS.
You gotta hear the bad news before you can get to anything good I think we all know that's the truth.
A DEMON STANDS ATOP THIS WORLD!
THAT"S A FACT!
Let me be clear: A DEMON STANDS ATOP THIS WORLD!
A demon stands atop the minds of men.
That’s a fact.
Don’t let any scientist or professor tell you any different.
As if reason or evidence could explain the red murder tide of history?
No, it’s a planetary demon.
It's a demon that herds our enemies into camps
That piles up the blood money into unscalable walls
It's a demon that dispossesses the weak and tears the mothers from their children.
It’s a demon that decides it needs to bomb the brown people because it can’t think of anything constructive to do.
A demon that guides our trigger fingers while we stand by and say to ourselves:
We had no choice! We thought he had a gun!
There’s just not enough to go around!
There were weapons of mass destruction over there!
Or my personal favorite: GOD told us to do it.
Yes it’s a demon that rules our minds. A demon in our self’s disguise.
And the sooner you get hip to that, the better off we’ll be.
You see some of us have wised up and found ourselves some eyes that can see.
Let me put you right.
We’re gonna let you in on a little secret here, tonight.
See there’s a secret tribe that lives among you- you might already be a member but you just haven’t realized it yet.
Have you ever noticed how every few years they seem to find a different enemy for us to fear?
If you’re the sort of person who wonders how they’ll spend a trillion dollars on bombs, guns, bullets, jail, police, high tech infrared killing drones and a global surveillance system, but not one cent on food and shelter for the victims and refugees of their never-ending terror campaign of shock and awe;
If you’ve ever wondered how anyone could be taken in or believe for one minute the tidal wave of bullshit, distortions and feeble justifications that drown our mind-space and airwaves every minute of every day until you can’t even get a thought in edge-wise;
then you might be a member of this tribe.
Yes, it's a tribe of people who see the demon clearly in all it’s shameful destructions and distractions.
See it clearly in its ceaseless quest to minds into a steaming lake of bullshit,
to turn our beautiful green world of love and aesthetic enjoyment into a stopped-clock hellscape of climate-change, mechanized warfare and eternal suffering,
Then you KNOW what we have to do. You gotta repeat after me.
We gotta cast that demon OUT.
If you’re a member of the last tribe of true human beings, you gotta say it after me:
We gotta cast that demon OUT.
I don’t care how cool think you are, I don’t care if you don’t even clap when you go to shows anymore, tonight you gotta repeat after me:
We gotta cast that demon OUT.
In the name of all the holy saints:
Bill Hicks, Robert Anton Wilson, Pauli Murray, that guy at the toll booth in 1982 who looked at me funny.
We gotta cast that demon OUT.
credits
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D-Town Brass Durham, North Carolina
Pre-post-apocalyptic funk. Psychedelic jungle-jazz. 43rd century dance band. Playing only the right wrong notes. Left hand pathfinders.
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