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Poli Sc-Fi/Haunt Harp
07:36
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How long until they put a McDonald’s on the moon
And Nestle buys up all the water on Mars
They start to charge a monthly subscription fee
To lay outside and look at the stars
I hope that I’m long gone when that day arrives
‘Cause if I’m not there’d be no point being alive
So let’s hope for the best and prepare for the worst
Hope for the best and prepare for the worst
Hope for the best and prepare for the worst
‘Cause I think that there’s worse things to come
Metagalactic colonialism
Harvest and enslave any organisms
Feeding a beast that defies all the odds
While we put our faith into other planet’s gods
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2. |
Wastoid Waltz
04:02
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Sugars and spices and chemical vices
Relying on battery life of devices
Expressing emotions through interface graphics
That don’t work correctly when increased in traffic
The message dropped out with the Wifi connection
Erasing my response to all of your questions
But context gets lost when it’s read on a phone anyways
Parking and speeding, unconsciously peeing
The legal citation said, “Falling or fleeing”
The rooftop that gave me a view of the turf
That had brought out my best after showing my worst
On the street where I slipped when life got lubricated
And I took it out on the self that I hated
‘Cause that’s what you do when you can’t take it out other ways
Huddled in circles we try not to freeze
As the temperature drops down to 40 degrees below zero With windchill and it won’t warm up ’til next week
Car still won’t start and the door’s frozen open
You crack a new can and you raise it to hoping’
The check doesn’t bounce that you sent out for utilities
I tore out a journal entry because looking back
Some of the phrasing was no longer accurate
Might as well just scrap the whole stupid thing
‘Cause I feel like a liar whenever I sing about Something that’s drifted away from my mind
And for mental health reasons it’s probably time
To let bygones be bygones ‘Cause there’s nothing more left to say
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3. |
Make Fred Dead
02:26
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Well it came to my attention on an Internet search engine
That a twisted wretch was out there roaming free
I may not have paid a lot of mind to just another gutless swine
But this one shared a moniker with me
Well he travelled ‘round from door to door With literature about the Lord
And gained the trust of those who did as well
But his appetites were proven wild He ruined the lives of many a-child
Then ran off like a banshee out of hell
There’s another Rick McLean and he’s bastardized my name
So let’s track him down and put a round of bullets in his brain
What makes it worse is that his name could easily be Fred
If I find that motherfucker I’ll be making sure he’s dead
Well he could have been a politician An author know for science fiction
He could have been a daytime talkshow host
But instead he chose to traumatize, assault, abuse, and victimize
The people who had trusted him the most
There’s another Rick McLean and he’s bastardized my name
So grab a knife, let’s take his life, let’s empty out his veins
What makes it worse is that his name could easily be Fred
If I find that motherfucker I’ll be making sure he’s dead
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4. |
Tar Pit
01:55
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1-2-3-4
I can’t believe that I’ve been duped
Into a continuous loop
Feeding money into things that only lead to death
You used to look so fucking cool
Back when you were still in school
Limiting ability to take a decent breath
Sucking them down
Camel dick, cowboy town
Never a frown
Virginia golden brown
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5. |
Tonight's Top Story
06:46
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Shuffle my feet through the daily routine
Of protein, caffeine, nicotine, and sertraline
Brain bulb burning brighter by the light of the moon
Day-shift folks peg me as a couch tater
‘Cause my full time job starts five hours later than you
That’s why I’m up ’til morning and sleep past noon
Then light the bottle rocket at both ends
When it turns out a dud we can all pretend
That it put on a show that left us without speech
Wake up tomorrow and do it all over
Got your whole life sorted into desktop folders
But everything thing you need feels out of reach
Dive head first into a brick wall
But I can’t clean my wounds up with alcohol
‘Cause I gave that a try and it came with bad results
Disenchanted by the grave reminder
That the world around us keeps getting blinder
While claiming that it’s somebody else’s fault
Up in arms and blowing steam
Condensing headlines into memes
That fan the flames of the coming cyber wars
All sides professing their affiliation
Should determine quality of information
Making critical thinking out to be a chore
Punching through the methane fumes
That fill the air when bulls excrete
Seems the news has continued
To be more of the same this week
Would it make a difference if I believed in something?
Would it be a drop into the flood?
It takes extra patience to repress frustration
As it changes the temperature of blood (x4)
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