Death Sentence

from Demiurge by D-Town Brass

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Composed by Andrew Magowan

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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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from Demiurge, released December 9, 2020

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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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