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Realest-Hate
02:52
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i awoke this morning to a knocking at my door, i rolled right out of bed and i crawled across the floor, a man without emotion said he'd come to bring the news, that i had been evicted and today i had to move.
within 15 minutes the bulldozers were there, i grabbed a book and my guitar and a warm jacket to wear, i jumped out through the window and i landed on the ground, just before the bulldozers knocked my apartment down.
i saw the landlords smiling sitting back to watch the show, i asked him "where exactly now am i supposed to go?", he said "where you are gonna live is no concern to me, but if you do not leave i'll have you arrested for vagrancy".
by noon the rubble cleared, the new foundations were in place, so i went to find a politician to explain my case, i burst into his office and i'll remember this forever, the landlord and the politician were there in bed together.
i felt my situation needed to be brought to light so i took it to the media to set the story right, i tried to tell the truth, i will have you understand but the way that they reported it was not how i had planned:
"homeless hippy berates honest businessman"
"crazed tenant attacks real-estate agent"
"drunken foreigner threatens patriotic landlord"
"spoilt millenial questions perfect traditions".
well, in the afternoon i looked to renting something new "do you have something available?" and they said "yes we do! a cupboard sized apartment, no windows, the toilet leaks - and all for just one human soul and 10 thousand bucks a week!".
now the sun is setting, i am weary with defeat, i need something strong to drink - perhaps a bite to eat, well yes i may be homeless but see luckily for me, they built a hip cafe where my apartment used to be.
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So Long and Goodbye
02:52
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every battle we have ever fought is a battle I have lost but I still might win the war cos i'm a stubborn one and certain that I hate to have a boss, some motherfucker keeping score. all the simple things and innocence you're hell bent to refuse, while i'm minding my own business you decide to cut me down, even now your petty jabs effect directions that I choose, but before i'm in the ground, y'all will see that
i will never be the shell that you expect, no plans to ever reach the standards you have set, you're wrong and i don't want your advice, so long and goodbye.
every order every dogma oh so subtly implied 'neath the banners of the free, my obedience deciding i'd come over to your side so you might give your love to me. And you expect i'll be like you, mimic your opinions too, never feel a single thing that you would not accept as true, you expect i'll replicate, hold and never deviate, honesty but strings attached and you are never satiated
i will never be the shell that you expect, no plans to ever reach the standards you have set, you're wrong and i don't want your advice, so long and goodbye.
I will never be the shell that you expect, no plans to ever reach the standards you have set, like salt upon a leech and a wound to disinfect, and then never to repeat and eventually forget.
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Busy Amusing Ourselves
02:06
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the moment i realized there's nowhere to turn was the moment i rose from my knees, the very next dawn all my yesterdays burned and the gods of tomorrow were pleased, machinery-footsteps and dancing of tongues are still yet to convince me to climb and while everyone scrambles for different rungs lets go and be intertwined.
padding these theories won't soften the blow of the endless and boundless divine, you're just gonna have to let these poppies grow and quiet your mercury mind, fishing in silence here isn't much use when their cruise-ships have cluttered the pond and so lets go explore ourselves without excuse, they won't even notice we're gone.
i move toward a rythem and stumble but then, i wonder if there's such a thing, and so this is no winter for wishing back when the planet was tilting to spring, while they take an ad-break inside of the wheel, in search of a way to endure, lets draw the curtains on neon-ideal and see if we can't build rapport.
forget your potions they will not preserve - the countdown is long past begun, and notice the masters you eagerly serve have cleverly funneled your fun, lift the anxiety out of your bones, look past these fictional hells, or please leave a message after the tone we are busy amusing ourselves.
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Fluidity/Solid State
03:01
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a guest, a host, perhaps a parasite, at best a ghost of transient delight and here inside of solitude the gallows are unshaken by the fact that i am neutral and my loyalties forsaken i.
i check no baggage in, i'm taking only this, but don't mistake it for the actions of a nihilist, i am fluidity masquerading solid-state, i am fluidity masquerading solid-state.
so unannounced and mostly incomplete, the finest symphony ignored by the elite, in the corner undisturbed and in the promises they seize, by and by in this cathedral all the people pray and all the people grieve.
i check no baggage in, i'm taking only this, but don't mistake it for the actions of a nihilist, i am fluidity masquerading solid-state, i am fluidity masquerading solid-state.
i grow up too slow, i don't wanna go, so many things have changed and life has tossed me to and fro, my heart is still the same as all those many moons ago, i grow up too slow, i don't wanna go.
i check no baggage in, i'm taking only this, but don't mistake it for the actions of a nihilist, i am fluidity masquerading solid-state, i am the labyrinth, horizon and the stale-mate, i am the stale mate, complex simplicity and all your measurements forever falling short of me, i am fluidity masquerading solid-state, i am fluidity masquerading solid-state.
no chance to retreat, so listen carefully, accept your defeat in borrowed luxury, unwitting voyager upon boundless unnameable, this is a stage to play and not a thing explainable.
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You're Not Listening
03:24
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i don't listen to the voices cos they never seem to solve the magicians magic box - an illusion unresolved and yet i see it all unfold into a picture book of memories where the future may be free will but the past is now our destiny. it doesn't have a weight but that don't make me a nihilist, the bonds are all illusive so decisions for the stylist, it's drunken-psuedo-zen with a touch of hazy-taoism and everyones beliefs are just as vague.
but you're not listening and i'm not listening either.
next scene at the prophets house, me blurting all my thoughts, she is laughing at the cage which i have made and now am caught she says to think without the eyes, try and see without the mind, then she laughs again and tells me that she's wasting all my time. and although i was aware i was still left with the feeling that i need a better latch as the layers go on peeling so she tells me to detach, but never ever let it go, just like the time i blocked my mind out from the hague.
and you're not listening but i'm not listening either.
the traps are all around me now (they look like the escapes) i am drunken on the street and see the tv-speckled drapes, i see the shapes and the vibrations and go searching for the word, cos i cannot put my faith inside the changing and absurd. no way to go faster now no way to slow it down, it's said that one can master yeah but down here on the ground, i see it all the same, from the puddle to the brain, why it happens like it happens everyday.
but your not listening and i'm not listening either.
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i was on the road to paradise, yes i was getting free, i was on the road to paradise to live in harmony but when i arrived they told me there's an entrance fee.
as i reached into my pockets the realization dawned - that i don't own a credit card and all my money's gone, so i grabbed for my guitar but they say "boy, we don't trade in song".
so i looked into the classifieds to get myself a job, yes I looked into the classifieds to get myself a job cos I don't have the balls to go and find a bank to rob.
now my resume is weak but my voice it has the tone so the only job they'll give me is to work upon the phone, where i call you at home and you say "fuck off leave me alone".
being sure to keep all of my feelings repressed and slowly going crazy in a chair behind a desk i had paradise in mind so i kept in line and did my best.
but as the weeks went by i started to lose steam, to pass the time more quickly i'd close my eyes and dream but the manager would hound me saying "be part of the team".
well as you can imagine, my patience did decay, i couldn't bare to think of going there another day, i stopped showing up and i looked to find another way.
back upon the street with a future so unclear, i busked to get some money but i spent it all on beer, tired i was ready to give up on the whole idea.
but then my luck it took a turn - the universe it re-arranged - and it's best i do not question a happening so strange so i headed back to paradise with a whole bag full of change.
i ran right to the front door with that gold and silver stuff and handed it over to the bouncer big and tough, he looked down at his hand, back up at me and said "that's still not enough".
well i start cursing and screaming, kicking at the walls, i'm cursing and screaming, kicking at the walls i say "who are you to put a price on paradise that's not fair at all".
the bouncer grabbed me by the shirt though i refused to lose but he was built like a giant there was nothing i could do, he said "even if you had enough money you still don't have the right shoes".
he must've knocked me so hard that i lost my common sense cos when he turned around i climbed up over the barb-wire fence i was getting into paradise at any expense.
finally, over the top my feet hit the ground, i brushed myself off and when i looked around i was completely overwhelmed by the place that i had found.
lower-class women were pushing the mops through paradise malls and souvenir shops and everyones small talking around hundreds of cops.
everyone's smiling staring at big flat screens where celebrities sing on advertisements for new jeans and the logo says "be like me or be no one there is no in-between".
my head started spinning and i understood that someone had fooled me and they'd fooled me good, i scrambled back over the fence just as fast as i could.
i ran right to the people in the paradise line and tried to explain that they were wasting their time but they all just looked down at me like i were out of my mind.
but i knew what was happening, i witnessed that beast, my anger it grew and someone called the police who escorted me from paradise for disturbing the peace.
now back upon the road with no destination, nothing to achieve and no expectations, i realise that this is paradise and drift off into my imagination.
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Banjo's Song
01:46
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out here it's real confusing, you've gotta keep your wits, there's many people tryna tear your hopes and dreams to bits, and when you feel you're losing, you get down in the pits, you wonder how the hell to keep on rolling with the hits but
i know you'll persevere, i know you'll overcome, i see you marching proud to the beat of your own drum, like a bright sun burning in the sky, goonies never say die, goonies never say die.
out here it's fucking crazy, it seems like no one cares, you search directions but you cannot find them anywhere, and then they call you lazy while you are in despair, you've gotta find a way to shake it off and get your share but
i know you'll persevere, i know you'll overcome, i see you marching proud to the beat of your own drum, like a bright sun burning in the sky, goonies never say die, goonies never say die.
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