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NATURAPHOBIA
05:01
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...question
(can contemporary art and music actually have any subversive impact....within our ultra
mediated, and hyper commodified pop culture?)
I’m not so sure.
or does the resistance unwittingly fragment and pacify itself, self-medicated and massively
surveilled....and end up fatally subsumed within a disembodied, and fake online world?
this song is about how a terrifyingly large number of Americans still lack a rigorous
understanding of our own history....let alone about our current role, and our impact on the rest of
the world!
...as entitled, exceptionalist, white supremacist, shock doctrine capitalist, imperialist, homicidal, occupying marauders...and state sponsors of terror!
with 1000+ military bases and black sites around the world, it’s classical late-stage empire...except this time...we’re taking all of organized human life, and the entire fucking BIOSPHERE down with us!
Rome burns.
fiddle, fiddle, fiddle, fiddle, fiddle, fiddle, Rome burns.
death to America
twilight of great Satan
end of the exception
the truth will out in the end
shining city on the hill
comes crumbling to the ground
how could we ever believe
that we would ever live it down? (we won’t!)
imperial cult of death
yet still proclaims claims providence
impose our virtues by force
enshrine the permanent war!
I don’t wanna know, cuz I already know. I don’t wanna look, and I ain’t gonna stop. I don’t wanna! I don’t wanna!
Rome burns.
fiddle, fiddle, fiddle, fiddle, fiddle, fiddle, Rome burns.
I’m so fucking sick of being fed the myth of our innate decency, and “ingenuity” and “pioneering spirit”...which glares in obscene contrast to our retrograde, cold blooded, and grotesquely violent national character.
bipartisan neo-cons,
fascistic pseudo-Christians,
bloodsucking corporations,
free market devolution.
the triumph of spectacle
splinters the population
explodes the cult of the self
distracted, docile and numb!
death to “America”
not to Americans!
a karmic debt must be paid,
hope dies, then action begins!
I don’t wanna know, cuz I already know. I don’t wanna look, and I ain’t gonna stop. I don’t
wanna! I don’t wanna!
Rome burns.
Rome burns.
fiddle, fiddle, fiddle, fiddle, fiddle, fiddle, Rome burns.
at the 11th hour,
we’ll put our heads together!
dramatically underestimate the threat,
panic,
then scramble for our VR headsets,
and brace for impact.
America is dead!
long live America!
when hope dies, action begins.
long live America!
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(Suzanne Von Aichinger)
am I the one
you're looking
for?
the fox was screaming at midnight.
the fox was howling at midnight.
(are you looking for me?)
am I
the one
you're looking
for?
are you looking for me?
tell him!!
are you looking for me?
(Gibby Haynes)
fall apart,
brain function serial ammunition.
sharing parts with tombstones!
rattlesnake has beens,
look at me! shakin' loose,
as a heavy wound cathedral.
every time you fall apart,
nondescript.
it's me though!
here we go!
road runner.
are you looking for me?
look at me! shakin' loose,
as a heavy wound cathedral.
the fox was screaming at midnight.
the fox was howling at midnight.
are you looking for me?
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so, sick.
so, sick.
so, sick.
get better, so sick.
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there’s a glitch in human consciousness
where simple creatures get “complicated”
susceptible to narrative and optic manipulation,
because reality is way too intense, when not softened by fiction.
unable to contain our ignorance and humanist narcissism,
our civilization itself, a murderous psychopath.
there’s a glitch in human consciousness
that confuses “freedom”, with enslavement.
bamboozled, tracked, stoned and hypnotized,
into an incoherent clusterfuck, of toxic delusion.
hush, baby
birds will sing,
diamond ring!
wait, wait, hold on...
mom and dad were wrong!
lump of coal.
guilt driven, self-righteous moral contortions
seek ironic distance, from our own corruption.
+ if you think that you’re innately better than sharks, rats or roaches,
you sow the seed of your own destruction.
hush, baby
birds will sing,
diamond ring!
wait, wait, hold on...
mom and dad are gone!
lump of coal.
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FURY MALL
03:25
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no state control
just self hypnosis
no consciousness
only “intelligence”
no communion,
only transaction.
commodify
your degradation!
no rebellion,
just ideation!
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liberate from death machine
incarnate our karma clean
elevate the frequency
and reassert our sovereignty
wake us up from reptile dance
out from monolithic trance
revere the air, the sea, the land
commune in humble tribal band
the moon creates, the sun destroys
the heart accepts, the mind avoids
our acquiescence to the droids
brings death to apex humanoids
return to shell on ocean floor
100,000 years or more
oh father death, teach us, restore
and guide us through the coming storm.
liberate from death machine
incarnate our karma clean
elevate the frequency
and reassert our sovereignty
wake us up from reptile dance
out from monolithic trance
revere the air, the sea, the land
commune in humble tribal band
the moon creates, the sun destroys
the heart accepts, the mind avoids
our acquiescence to the droids
brings death to apex humanoids
the ego must die.
as the mystic father dies,
the mystic mother will rise!
so don’t forget to laugh, hold fast
‘cause none of this was meant to last
the clearing in the trees recedes,
return to source, revert to dream.
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NETHERLANDS Brooklyn, New York
formed by Timo Ellis in 2010, NETHERLANDS magic lies in the contrasts it sets up: falsetto vocals, odd time signatures, and haunting hooks transform their monstrous power into weirdly delicious and dynamic songs. The overall effect is not unlike that of Swans and Dio playing simultaneously, atop an actual mountain of MDMA. ... more
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