1. |
Trance
05:36
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With Black Theory:
Gene Pandolfi, bass
Colin Sears, Drums
Recorded at Supernatural Sound, Oregon City, Oregon
Produced by Jeff Dean
Engineered by Robert Bartleson
Mastered by Jason Livermore @ The Blasting Room
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In a trance
With some romance
Of an invented past
That had no place for class
And that half-glass
Is just about empty
Finished off by the comfortable
And more:
The all-American battered
The hustlers prance at the lecterns
To hoard the awards
And dance around issues
There’s no result on a table
That doesn’t fit the fable
The certified lie
Twisted and bright
The endless reprise
Of Morning in America
Wave a flag in their eyes
They see what they want
And what they want to despise
A bull in the ring
Chasing a thing
That’s dying
The ultratech ADD
where the secret police
lay an app at your feet
Psychopathic patriots arise
In a genocidal dance
Walking around in trace
Big brother on reality TV
We find repression so entertaining
The predictive graph shocking and raw
Eye for an eye and
we’re all-American blind
Wave a flag in their eyes
They see what they want
And what they want to revise
A bull in the ring
Chasing a thing
That’s dying
With backdoor to the datastream
where a government host
logs your likes and posts
the patriots who set the bar
at a murderous stance
Walking around in trace
The litmus test is here
With confederate flags
and redneck beer
Tailgate at the private pen
For the curse of their skin
And the bad luck of birth
Of the all-American man
Wave a flag in their eyes
They see what they want
And what they want to despise
A bull in the ring
Chasing a thing
That’s dying
A backdoor to the datastream
where a government host
logs your likes and posts
the patriots who set the bar
at a murderous stance
Walking around in trace
credits
released October 23, 2015
Words and Music copyright 2015 Windowglass Music BMI
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all rights reserved
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Ivanka Wants Her Orange Back
So finally it has come to this
The empire ground to bits
You can choose between
bad and worse
Sterile and perverse
The pickpockets
Of the public purse
The famous groper
Of Miss Universe
And all the bald men
With Toupees
Finally have their say
Pushing all the
Feminists
out of the way
Don Rickles with the tiny hands
Little Marco finally met a man
In the closet
with a red, white and blue
Dress
So finally it has come to pass
Patriotism served up for laughs
Every principle in the sack
Who’s your Daddy?
Who’s up your ass?
And all the bald men
With Viagra
Finally get their long
Pushing all the
Transexuals
out of the John
Ivanka Wants Her Orange Back
And all the white men
With no balls
Finally have their man
Suck on the knob
Make American Great Again
Ivanka Wants Her Orange Back
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3. |
Kill Anything That Moves
03:34
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You can curse the darkness
or light a match
Set the house on fire
and live in the ash
You can buy a gun
Protect your cash and your loot
Take aim at the thieves
And shoot yourself in the foot
We’ll shut out the light
We’ll pull up the roots
We’re shot in the foot
We’ll blow our last buck
We’ll give up the lead
We’re shot in the foot
We’ll fumble the ball
We’ll swallow our tongues
We’re shot in the foot
Ready, aim and fire:
Kill anything that moves.
Hold yourself to account
Or be wide of the mark
Give yourself a break
Until it all falls apart
You can learn from the best
Or embrace the con
Start again from scratch
Or buy the farm
We’ll circle the drain
make a mess of it all
We’re shot in the foot
We’ll give up the hit
We’ll cut our own throats
We’re shot in the foot
We’ll trip on the line
We’ll bungle the chance
We’re shot in the foot
Ready, aim, and fire:
Kill anything that moves.
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4. |
Dead Ending - Subtle
01:57
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This one’s so subtle
That Ted Cruz -- he won’t miss it
The glad-handing tea-bagger
To the rich and the privileged
Ambition unbridled
Unconnected to talent
The man with the answer
If your answer is cancer
Things will get worse
Before things will get better
Star-spangled disasters
to teach the slow learners
Red, White, and Bullshit
This one’s so subtle
That Scott Walker won’t get it
The Koch-brothers toadie
who exacts all their edicts
Strip all the unions
And punish the poor
Count your endorsements
As a corporate whore
Things will get worse
Before things will get better
Star-spangled disasters
to teach the slow learners
Red, White, and Bullshit
This one’s so subtle
That the red-states will notice
Vote your resentments
And you’ll end up rewarded
With your options outsourced
And your lifestyle imploded
Hiding out in bunkers
with the Fox News distortion
Things will get worse
Before things will get better
Star-spangled disasters
to teach the slow learners
Red, White, and Bullshit
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It seems the foxhole nightmare
has come to pass
And there’s no daybreak coming
when so many dreams have crashed
The clocks are locked at midnight
Alarms are primed
In that mad hatted future
All great things are crimes
And still the tide is rising
And still the borders clash
Executive Decisions
Crowded with the dead
Now is the time to buy a gun.
With rallies for apocalypse
We’ll all burn it down
The drama of survivalists
And zombies in their ghost towns
Now is the time to buy a gun.
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6. |
Your Voltaire Faith
04:46
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Your Voltaire Faith
Your simple faith misplaced
It’s been there all along
The envy of aristocrats
The contempt of the well-born
Democracy and fate
Sacrifice a million lives
What Lincoln said:
The last best hope of mankind
Utopias and smoke
With nowhere left to go
and from the gut
The hunger eats you up
Promises and threats
Between the whisper and the blade
The blade separates
The whisper waits
Your simple faith erased
fading in the light
The resolute divines
Self-interested with feudal minds
So atomized
The lonely lies we tell ourselves
When the commonwealth fell
I’m never going back
Never going back
At the gate
The border awaits
And your Voltaire faith
Erased
Falls like rain
On a broken landscape
All that responsibility
Dropped
On refugees
On your knees
On Christ and his forgiveness
enlightening
And you’re free
Your simple faith replaced
The genius of unsettled men
With small minds
and smaller hands
The last desperate land
Filled with emptiness
Alkaloid
A desert
A netherworld
A void
I’m never going back
Never going back
At the gate
The border awaits
And your Voltaire faith
Erased
Falls like rain
On a broken landscape
All that responsibility
Dropped
On your knees
enlightening
And you’re free
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This one’s so subtle
That Paul Ryan won’t get it
The prince of the budget
Who’ll steal from you smiling
The poor have failed and ruin is due
The rich are so much better than you
Things will get worse
Before things will get better
Star-spangled disasters
To teach the slow learners
Red, White, and Bullshit
This one’s so honest
That McConnell understands
The Majority leader
With the judge in his hand
The party of principle
Upholding tradition
Unless it conflicts
With the Party’s position
This one’s so clever
that the red states will notice
Vote your resentments
and you’ll get a bonus
Lord Bannon decides
whose citizens are true
First they jail the immigrants
—than they come after you
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8. |
One Year in Decline
02:54
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So we’re crossing the Rubicon
The weather’s fine
Global warming and sunshine
I’ve got mine…
One Year in Decline
You suspend all those doubts
Give it a chance to work out
Hope against
Holding out
So we’re breaking with precedent
For a president
An oligarch with polonium
And some real estate to pawn off
and some future gets sold off
One Year in Decline
You normalize all those thoughts
And screaming over the fallacies
Some phantom threat
To throw you off
And in the space between arguments
They strip away all the evidence
of history and inheritance
for some greatness that will never arrive
no matter how many years
one year in decline…
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9. |
Dead Ending - Better Day
02:08
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Always desperate
Barbarians at the gate
Some said hyperbolic
In the message relays
An idle compromise
On the throwaways
Some kind of progress
That simply stays in place
All we’re hoping for is a better day
Missing fragments
Of another kind
We can recite
All the meaningless lines
Crystalize
All the fragile things
Bright Shattering
No one remembers them
All we’re hoping for is a better day
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Brother to brother and
mother to mother
in a war unlike any other
The rhetoric in a gale
The burning betrayal
and evidence of the past
has gone at last
When this is finally over
we’ll be left with nothing
but glowing embers and ash
How long in the wilderness?
Desperate times demand
desperate acts
A rich man’s war
and a poor man’s trap
The values in what you believe
The blindness in what you believe
Ignites the dry tinder
and a lifetime of endless grief
When this is finally over
we’ll be left with nothing
but glowing embers and ash
How long in the wilderness?
Reflected and defined
In my enemy’s eyes
Between the earth and the sky
Knives out ‘till the end of time
How long in the wilderness?
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11. |
The Exception
02:53
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I can't keep my signals straight:
Is it virtue or is it hate?
Far beyond the last debate
The slippery slope accelerates
For every step forward
there's a pause
Back-tracking in the wilderness
so we don't get lost
And every rule hides a lie
Some inconvenience to obfuscate
Some shared crime to hide.
For every exception, there's a rule
And for every exception, there's a fool
I can't tell my left from my right
They somehow seem combined
in a way that I don't realize
For every exception, there's a rule
And for every exception, there's a fool
"Father knows best"
"Good guys with a gun"
"Follow your gut"
"A woman's work is never done"
"Both sides have their flaws"
"Obey without question"
The road to hell is paved with good intentions.
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All rise
In court and in life
You solemnly swear
and joyfully lie
All right
It's some kind of device
You try and act
like we read from the same book
like we're all on the same side
It's what you do that is real
Right side the way that you feel
(It's not) What you believe
All night
Torches march right
The morning reports
are detailed and trite
All day
Find a way
A holdout that's decent
a reality that doesn't
falter and sway
It's not what you say
It's what you do
It's your acts that define you.
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13. |
Unpresidented
03:00
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Supposedly
He’ll make America great
By embodying
All our worst traits
And certainly
He entertains
The way a train wreck does
In a sick way
And for sure
We’re all to blame…
Unpresidented
And every time he speaks
I want to hide
from all the freaks
Who elected him
With their hatred
and their rage
And every time he cries
A spoiled child--I despise
I disconnect
And wait for someone
I respect
Absolutely
The worst mistake
The wrong solution
At the wrong time
In the wrong place
Right down there
With Andrew Johnson
With James K Polk
And Bush the second
Right down there
with Nixon…
Unpresidented
credits
released December 6, 2018
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14. |
Embarrassment
03:58
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When you have nothing to lose
You have nothing to hide
No shame
No loss
No scorn
No dignity
No shade
No fall
No fear
No tragedy
When you have nothing to prove
You have nothing to lose
No blame
No guilt
No care
No humble prayer
No fade
No drop
No cheer
No cross to bear
Embarassment
No name
No boss
No grief
No long goodbye
No woe
No stain
No joke
No alibi
Embarassment
When you’ve worked at nothing
You have no sense of pride
Secretly at the bottom
With nothing inside
No claim
No dread
No trust
No end to strife
No fix
No rise
No clue
No anguished life
Embarrassment
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15. |
Guilty As Charged
01:49
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Those bone spurs that got you discharged?
The success that you embossed and enlarged?
The Art of the Deal ghostwritten and forged?
The payoffs to porn stars you tried to submerge?
The kickbacks
The payoffs
The grifting
And lifting
The tinhorn dictators
Whose asses you’re kissing
The ketchup on steaks
Your endless diversions
Your lying
Your t reason
So much
Goddamn winning
The Pee Tapes are real
And Mueller is coming
Everything small
That you’re sure to enlarge
Except this:
Guilty As Charged
credits
from Music for 14/48, released January 13, 2019
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I can’t find my place
Sitting around in a future unmade
There’s no sign of grace
No peace
Forgiveness
And maybe
It’s just the start of a thousand-year long night
I can’t see the stars
I can’t see the light
There’s nothing above
And there’s no God.
Walter Benjamin
After a life of writing
And thinking
And hoping
for something better
Made his way from
Frankfurt
To Paris
Until the Nazis took it
And then to the Spanish border
Where he killed himself
Thirty feet from the fence.
Because he thought:
It would never end.
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17. |
Redshift - Everyday
02:47
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I can’t breathe
An American theme
It’s an old disease
We always told you
It was coming
I can’t breathe
When prefer to serve the
Police
To enacting justice
And enforcing the peace
I can’t breathe
Someone’s gonna get killed
Like it already hasn’t happened
Like it wasn’t even real
That everyday violence
You ignore everyday
That everyday violence
Is coming your way.
And when we are sick
He makes us sicker
And when we are poor
He makes us poorer
That everyday violence
You ignore everyday
That everyday violence
Is coming your way.
That everyday violence
Is coming your way
No lives matter until Black Lives Matter
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Toe-Tally-Tarry-A-Tism
Totally-Terry-At-Ism
Total-Terry-A-Tism
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Everyone’s staying home
breathing hard
wondering
if they have a job
Their parents
Chasing the Fox News dream
In the Church for Easter
He’s ten for ten
And records set
For deaths and those infected
Triaging victims blue or red
And if you’re blue, you’re dead
I feel stupid and contagious
American Virus
We’re number one!
We’re number one!
We’re number one!
And the body count rise
We’re number one!
We’re number one!
We’re number one!
And the body count rise
Toyotas filled with toilet paper
Millennials on Spring Break
You can’t have ventilators,
But let them eat cake.
He’s ten for ten
And records set
For deaths and those infected
Triaging victims blue or red
And if you’re blue, you’re dead
I feel stupid and contagious
American Virus
We’re number one!
We’re number one!
We’re number one!
And the body count rise
We’re number one!
We’re number one!
We’re number one!
And the body count rise
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Home grown terrorist
For fantastic threats
From the anarchists
And the IRS
Champion
Of the ultradense
It’s throwback Thursday
For casual fascism
Wannabe king
or a flash in the pan
It takes a lot of toupee
To cover
A strongman
Trust fund populist
With the big boy pants
Getting them pressed
At the Russian laundromat
Last supper
For the dictator
Risotto
Milanese
With a racist glaze
Before too long
You’ll be hanging
from a lamppost
In a partisan haze
And the anarchists say:
Do, do, do, do…
Try it on for size
Mussolini necktie
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