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Come on
Move towards the mob, the gathering crowd up ahead
Carry your questions, your broken heart and promises are wanted
Look to the light in the silhouette
Streaming through the shadows:
A credible threat of hope
A second life inside peering out
You were right along, yeah, theres always been more than this
Forgive your doubts
You were meant to live as a great event of incredible scale and scope
A credible threat of hope
New signals, old noise
New worlds, old shells
Making new maps
You could never alone expect to ever know how much you matter
Consider this reminder, flick open the envelope:
A credible threat of hope
How long have you been alone?
Upside down trapped in this blanket
Shit my diaper no one to change it
Kicking through space, feet feel nothing
Fist is clenched my heart remains open, how long?
Distant breath fades faint to a whimper
Waveforms flat and peak with the whispers
Cold white heat hangs hard with the fluids
I knew they wouldn’t come I knew it
The times we decide to hide stay forever
We’re all getting out and youre coming with us
The truth you’ve always anticipated
You’re real, you’re here, you’re perfect and blameless
A truth so real you try to evade it
You made it
Now come on
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Fiery Forms
03:08
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What do you want from your myths?
Something more than this
Something more than service till death
Parts of your body, parts of your dreams
The remnants slipping through the apparatus seams
What do you want from your myths?
Can you imagine more than
Winner-take-all ever-swinging pendulum?
Decapitation
Unknowing of how or why it got to be like this
Momentum for its own sake
If I could would I choose something better?
I might be too far gone
So used to losing that I’d settle for annihilation
If the right motherfuckers got what’s theirs
But it never goes that way does it
Systems fail the worst-off first,
The rest lurch off no worse for our ware
Unknowing of
How or why
It’s got to be like this
All movement
No progress
Bare minimum
Misery
All movement
No progress
Certainly there’s more than we can expect
From this complex collective fiction
We can string together something better
Dream and redecide:
All deserve a fair shot at a decent life
Unfeasible?
How feasible then Is total human extinction?
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In These Trying Times
02:38
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In these trying times
I hope this letter finds you well while navigating shifting paradigms
I hope your making the best of your hells-descent in these trying times
I hope youre getting enough sleep
I hope youre finding enough peace
In these trying times
In these trying times
In these trying times
No more heaven
No more Eden
Nowhere to go
Nothing to return to
No escape
No back In The Day
No new planets or moons to ascend to
In these trying times
Hope you’ll consider my offer
For you to tend to my living coffin
We know good
Work is getting hard to find
In these trying times
Who feeds the guards to my bunker?
In these trying times Navy SEALS are asking for double
Who will hear my prayers?
Only the death cults are seeking new members
Who will tuck in my covers,
Crack the vault door and dims the lights?
Who flush my pipes
Repair my power lines
In these trying times?
Nowhere to go
Nothing to return to
No moon to ascend to
Click your heals and clap your hands
Click your heals and clap your hands
Softly
Click your heals and clap your hands
Click your heals and clap your hands
For me
Resurrect my alienated life
In these trying times
Who Feeds the guards to my bunker?
In these trying times
Who will hear my prayers?
Only the death cults are seeking new members
Who will tend my wishing well of
Trickle down piss, loneliness and lullabies?
Who will dust my blinds
Tell me that it's fine
In these trying times
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American Prayers I
01:36
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Dear God
Or whoever is in charge
(For I refuse to believe that there is no rudder to this forever sinking ship)
It’s on behalf of your white middle class that I reverently offer these
American Prayers:
If it must take us, may it be slowly in pieces
So we don't notice the parts of ourselves as we disappear
If it must hurt may the pain be constant so we feel gratitude it times of its brief absence
To remain in your privilege at any expense is your greatest gift
And I will serve without question
As a soldier to protect your unchecked expansion
You're heaven on earth
Amen
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American Prayers II
02:47
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Wait, what the fuck are these people expecting of me
Can’t they tell what I’ve been through?
I’ve lost more of myself than can be recovered
They can’t ask for my sins too
I want this
I promise
This progress
This conquest
This privilege
Resentment
This regret
This coffin
Less I face the filth of my spewing shit
We’re seeking Sayers of American prayers
Cure for your blessings, count your curses
Count your curses, purchase your place in line
Reward your cowardice and your obedience
Count your curses, purchase your place in line
Made alone and shown problems no one,
No person could solve by themselves
Now I’m the cut worm forgiving the plow
Give me a soft warm place to bleed out
I want this
I promise
This progress
This conquest
This privilege
Resentment
This regret
This coffin
This regret
Resentment
This privilege
This conquest
This progress
i Promise
I want this
I want this
I want this
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Another day in the New Man Epoc
Waking up to some new version of last place
The path of least exhaustion before me
And it gets me nowhere
He seems fragile on a good day
Pre shattered most others and waiting to reassemble
To resemble something familiar
Something once forgot
Subjugation; subtle until its not
Clothes, expectations
All the same nothing fits
Humans reduced
Living breathing monuments
Subject
Object
Consent
Silenced
A longing to slip by without consequence
Pan your eyes
Pass me by
Cell phone
Wallet
Knife
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So let me get this straight
You
The latest iteration of The Bang
You tiny quark
You quantum magic
You are the aperture
By which the whole universe can observe its own unfolding
You are the one who was made
A Child of god
An Heir to agony
Struggle, strife and pain
Prizewinner of a cosmic lottery
So let me get this straight
Beautifully bloomed speck
Of matter unprofane
Creations blank check
Now cashed for this completely wasted gift
This is what you picked?
To be that cop?
A loser cog in a go-fuck-yourself municipal rouge state
Consuming lives to fund budgets
The spear tip of a dumb misery machine
The hidden ghost of the overseer
Of the American bad dream
Re-illuminated by your dip shittedness and brutal fuckery
And this is how you burn your brief candle?
You were star stuff
Precious beyond words
Star stuff
Now not even worth the electrons
Still spinning to keep your limp-dick-life from withering
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Succession Species
01:27
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Fuck fuck off and die
The short term thinking that kept us alive
And these are the brains who survived
Fuck fuck off and die
Fuck fuck off and die
Here we are now
Problems so simple
Solutions so beautiful
Yet so tempting to just let pass by
Fuck fuck off and die
What will the gods say?
What will the aliens say?
What will the future say
If we’re remembered at all
How does leviathan fall?
With mournful sorrow?
Cold indifference?
Or thunderous applause?
Succession
Species
The Lesson
Easy:
Behold the Blight Future
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9. |
The Shore
01:44
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I got born and I got bored
Had to get to the shore
So small and naked when I first duplicated
Had to get to the shore
Weren’t much just some sludges and such
With a yearning that could not be ignored
Made the news when I first got consumed
Had to get to the shore
What an event when I first caught the scent
On my way to the shore
Had a fright when I first saw the light
On my way to the shore
There it was
I had to do it
Just because I guess I’d been through it
Next thing you know I was running the show
And now I’m running just as just as fast for the door
Cause its getting hotter
Since I left the water
Get me the fuck away from the shore
Keep me away from the shore
I’d rather it burn than ever return
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10. |
Priority Positions
04:07
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They say the best revenge is a life well lived
But what about, well, like actual revenge?
Can something be recovered
From this sack of bones and wires?
This skin suit of anger only satisfied by fire
Finding grace in loss defeat after defeat
Must our triumphs be so small?
Find some beauty in a love formed with our backs against the wall?
Nothing more important than the exit from the trap
But I can’t seem to cross the chasm of the Spite Gap
From LeJune and Wilson
To Turner’s eclipsing sun
From the fields of San Domingue to the QuikTrip on West Florissant
Photos from the Waco Horror printed on postcards
How far?
How fucking far?
Who are we
The historical collective Rat King?
Begged to ponder the context,
Not the sand and cane up to our necks?
Another tiny story crushed by the gears of history
Retold with hope and song
A moment of awe
Come on
Is this all there's ever been?
No great lesson
No conclusion
Just civil war
Sublimated
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Blight Future
Blight Future is Stephen, Emily, Josh, and Chris. We are a post-hardcore punk band from St. Louis, MO. For fans of Propagandhi, Circle Takes the Square, Drive Like Jehu, The Plot to Blow Up the Eiffel Tower, Fugazi.
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