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A rabble of fascists crawl out of their cages
populist crackpots hold the gate wide
Chemtrail junkies from the Flat Earth Society
gather from round the globe and tag right along
Kalergi theorists incite the fuckwads
with motivational psalms and sieg-heils
Qanonist eggs hatch a swarm of meme-bugs
spreading delirium born out of a joke
I wanna fuck haters and turn the other cheek
Believe in humanity then pray for extinction
Plenary powers to the one who shouts louder
Gregor MacGregor, make Poyais great again!
I wanna fuck haters, shut down all of their megaphones
Me and Karl Popper, we don't tolerate the intolerant
But let me dip into the maelstrom of ignorance
Let me dive into the depths of blind faith
Will you pass my Dunning-Kruger-Voight-Kampff?
Will you pass my Dunning-Kruger-Voight-Kampff?
The pigeon brain responds to random data
overdosing apophenia leads to paranoia
virulent schizoid ignorant emotional mobsters
lead the assault to big reptilian windmills
But if the only true plot was, in fact,
this very demolition of free thinking
so that we remain defenseless
against tyranny,
regressed to superstitious pigeons?
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2. |
The Blue Frontier
03:17
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Seagulls circle in the sky
hungry waves swallow our cries
This rusty hull barely afloat
the air is filled with wailing and moans
Hold tight, Hold fast, stay by my side
My friend Biran and I rode through the desert
Twenty-eight of us in a beat up pickup truck
we walked through the dunes for twenty-two hours,
Biran collapsed... and died in my arms
When I finally got to Libya they locked me up in some prison
where I waited for a ship and days turned to weeks
And there came a time when I wondered how long I could carry on
And so many times I thought I couldn't bear any more
And day after day I just told myself, don't give up, not now
And every time I told myself, hold fast, it's just matter of time
time... time... time... hold tight... hold tight... hold fast
Hold fast... hold fast... hold fast... hold fast
Now here on this ship the engine is stalling
a tiny light flickers far away on the dark horizon
and In a desperate attempt to signal for help
someone sets a blanket ablaze
suddenly the fire is spreading all around
I dive into the darkness and gasp in salty water
And I see the fire receding, far away on the surface
Where mothers are still screaming and children crying
while the men try in vain to put out the fire
put out the hell, put out the fire
put out the hell, put out the fire
put out the hell, put out the fire
Hold fast... hold fast... hold fast... hold fast
And I finally realise
that I'm I'm bound to the darkness
it swallows me fast
with my brothers and sisters
in this blue frontier
hold fast... stay by my side
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3. |
The Cult Of Nature
03:35
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The sun is natural
grass is natural
the sea is natural
Love is natural
oxygen is natural
sex is natural
uranium is natural
rust is natural
cancer is natural
Mother Nature!
Mother Nature!
Mother Nature!
Mother Nature!
Opium is natural
sleep is natural
death is natural
daylight's natural
flowers are natural
plutonium is natural
Mother Nature!
Mother Nature!
Mother Nature!
Nature's a mother that heals and kills her children
and nature is medicine and poison
and beauty and maths and disorder
disasters and chaos
and chaos and chaos and chaos
and chaos and chaos and chaos
and chaos and chaos and chaos
and chaos and chaos and chaos
and chaos!
All your life you cherish dualities
of ying and yang
and good and bad and day and night
and right and wrong
and try and seek the good path
follow the line to the light
the right the order, the discipline
the cult of nature
cult of nature
cult of nature
till one day you fall ill and you fall down
you fall apart and ask yourself
What have I done?
What have I done!?
Where did my disequilibrium start?
Where did my disequilibrium start?
But nature is chaos, and chaos, chaos, chaos!
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Tired
03:03
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I'm tired
I'm so tired with this face in the mirror
Day after day after day a groundhog day, I got you babe
I'm so tired of my own irresolution
My alarm for a revolution set at never 'o clock
I'm tired, so so tired of being so tired
I'm going to plant a bomb in my house of doubts
I'm going to plant a bomb in my wall of lies
I'm going to plant a bomb in my changeless days
Watch me blow off in splinters of my own boredom
I'm tired
I'll put a mask on and I'll declare it my real face
I'll get a new name, a new mind,
A brand new me I can get tired of
I'm going to plant a bomb in my house of doubts
I'm going to plant a bomb in my wall of lies
I'm going to plant a bomb in my changeless days
Watch me blow off in splinters of my own boredom
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
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5. |
Pornest Song Ever
03:37
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Does porn shape our expectations and behaviours in real sex?
Is that okay?
Can you use porn to satisfy your lewd impulses everyday?
Is that safe?
Could porn be an art form?
Must it ever be squalid?
Must porn be a sordid show
of hateful coercion, violent coercion?
Does porn convey some truth
or is it just a fictional role play?
What's your take?
Is porn a devious form of slavery in the modern day?
What's your take?
Is porn an abomination, a form of expression
or just a profession?
Should we protect people from what they want?
Can there be such a thing as a free and conscious sex work?
Should we protect people from those who want to protect people?
Shouldn't we stop sex trafficking and slavery now?
Should we stop porn now?
There is a big white elephant in the room, with his big trunk raised up high,
But everybody seems to look away... is that okay?
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6. |
Nunzio Frajunco
02:34
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Non ttaccu u sceccu undi vori u patruni
e non di masticu paroli primma ri parrarə!
u signuruzzu, nni rettə abbundanza,
ma u riccu nnə potta a caristia!
U cani muzzica sempre u sciancatu
U saziu non crerə mai o dijunu
U cani muzzica sempre u sciancatu
e se u riavuru ti ccarizza, vori l'anima!
E menu mari
che sugnu nullu mmiscatu cu nenti
e nfundu, a processioni i san Brasz,
c'è Nonziu Frajuncu
e non cciaju a ddari cuntu a nullu
non cciaju a ddari cuntu a nullu
pi zzoccu fazzu e cuntu!
Cappelli guaddativi,
l'ora ro giudiziu si nvicina
o populu, non mmancari all'appellu!
A mannara è o sciarantru e
a focca iest a Santu Vitū!
a focca iest a Santu Vitū!
Rriva Nonziu Frajuncu
Ka a trumbetta ri landia nde manu!
avojia ca bbrammu
pi tuttu u sciarandru!
avojia ca bbrammu
pi tuttu u sciarandru!
Sugnu Nonziu Frajuncu
l'uttimu chiovu ro carru
ma lassa chi rriva Garibbaddi
spara a cu viri e
nzetta a cu non viri
e a ura ri jiccari sangu
spara a cu viri e
nzetta a cu non viri
ncapu a fila, novè, ci missunu a mmia!
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7. |
1991
03:27
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Yeah, I know: I'm a buzzkill balls-ache
You're all Christmas trees, I'm a dead snag
and I just never seem to fit in
with the dolled up guys and their polished cars
I don't want to be snobbish, don't feel entitled
never relished the role of the weird guy
But everytime I find myself in some kind of crowd
I feel the urge to be, like, anywhere else
Yeah I'm so out of fashion
With my Hüsker Dü t-shirt and my ripped jeans
And you'll see me sneak off
In a quiet corner yhere in the background
I'm fine in the background
Yeah I'm fine in the background
Oh no, I'm not lonely, I'm just... alone
I enjoy to listen myself thinking
And when sometimes somebody calls me in
I feel the urge to run, like, anywhere else
Yeah I'm a wet wet wet blanket
I'm all Sonic Youth, Tindersticks, you are Take That
It's just, I don't belong here
Yeah I don't belong
I don't wanna belong
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8. |
Echo Chamber
02:59
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If you believe what I believe
and they believe what you believe
we'll all believe the same belief
If I believe what you believe
and we believe what they believe
we'll all believe our make-believe
The truth is the truth is the truth
and I'm true to my truth
I can see only truth
It's a triumph of truthful true truths
In my tunnel vision
The truth is the truth is the truth
and I'm true to my truth
I can see only truth
It's a triumph of truthful true truths
In my tunnel vision
Come on into my filter bubble
where everything is pure
Come sing along in my echo chamber
It will all be all right
because we all are right
Come sing along in my echo chamber
The truth is the truth is the truth
and I'm true to my truth
I can only see truth
It's a triumph of truthful true truths
In my tunnel vision
And the truth is the truth to my truth
I can see only truth
It's a triumph of truthful true truths
In my tunnel vision
Come on into my filter bubble
where everything is pure
Come sing along in my echo chamber
It will all be all right
because we all are right
Come dance with me in my echo chamber
if you believe what I believe then
I'll believe what you believe and
they'll believe what we believe
and we'll believe what you believe...
if you believe what I believe then
I'll believe what you believe and
they'll believe what we believe
and we'll believe what you believe and
Dance with me
and nothing will ever be
Dance with me
and nothing will ever be
Dance with me
and nothing will ever be
phony
fabricated
feigned
false
fucked
foolish
freaky
fake!
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9. |
Mysogynocyde
02:32
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O Mister Macho Warrior
King, Sire, Master, Señor
taker of lands and maidens
savior of damsels
Fighter of dragons
Why don't you go fuck off
The movie's over
Patriarchy is up
Run and hide
we're coming for you
it's mysogynocyde
Father, Husband, Protector
Owner of wives and daughters
Holder of Authority
Defender of Virtue
Preserver, of, Virginity
Why don't you go fuck off
The movie's over
Patriarchy is up
Run and hide
we're coming for you
it's mysogynocyde
We're coming for you!
Patriarchy is up!
Patriarchy!
Patriarchy is up!
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The swimsuit world congress
Of climate change deniers
On a hot Stockholm beach
In January
Decreed
that the world needed
More electric suv's
And climate-friendly air conditioners
But when the last tree was cut down
the last fish caught
the last stream poisoned
only then they realized they could not eat money!
But how charming the beauty of an impending extinction
How poetic the beauty of an impending extinction
How instagrammable the beauty of an impending extinction
But how charming the beauty of an impending extinction
And when some started throwing
mayo at paintings
in the desperate hope to open their eyes
they cried for the paintings,
they cried for the mayo
they cried for the frame and the glass
they cried profoundly touched
by their unique sensibility to the arts
But when the last tree was cut down
And the last fish caught
the last stream poisoned
only then they realized they could not eat money
Behold the sweet chromatisms of the armageddon
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11. |
Acorn
02:48
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My mind is a blackboard
my mind is what?
Did I just tell you?
Did I already tell you
my mind is a blackboard?
Time is a duster
old traces remain
memories mingle
the future, the past
Like sunrise from nightfall
or dew in the sunrays
The river to the delta
or a bird to the sky
the sand from a clutched hand
the frog from a tadpole
the oak to an acorn
the hands of a clock
Erase
revert
revert
now I feel like receding
I'm back on my old steps
a raindrop from a sunray
a coin from a well
I hold my father's big hand
My mother is smiling
The world is in Ekhtachrome
The paper from a dustbin
a line from the eraser
a leaf back on a treetop
a balloon from the sky
my favorite toy car
Back from the stairwell
the man that I used to be
the kid that I am
Erase!
forget
Erase
I'm not gone, dissolved in smoke
I am the acorn from the oak
I'm not hurt, see, I don't bleed
I was tree and now I'm seed
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