1. |
Art
04:42
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You look at me
Use sharpened words
I look at you
Here's what I heard
A baseless critique
From a gutless bag
Of lackluster talent
That likes to brag
And I just know there's nothing to see
Modern art crumbles in the face of fear and complacency
Everyone
Is making art
Ain't none of it worth dog shit
From the start
I painted a picture
I wrote a song
I made a story and I made it
Five hundred pages long
(chorus)
I took some classes
And I made some things
And I met some people who can
Pull some strings
Since when is money
Not enough?
I like my art political
Not corrupt
Who needs talent
When you've got friends?
Why pick the alternative
When cool is always in?
Why break free
When you can reuse?
Why cross the line when you never
Never fucking lose?
And I just know there's nothing worth looking at
I just watch as your work is shit and your head gets fat
And I just know there's nothing to see
Modern art crumbles in the arrogance of false deities
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2. |
Death Cult Johnny
04:36
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3. |
Missed Connection
04:26
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And the sounds all start to morph
And sound the same
The noise bounces off the walls
As it drones and reverberates
Voices and words drowned out by guitars
But no one seems to mind
If the rhythm is there, the groove will follow
And we'll be just fine
Then we feel as
The fingers play with the neck
And we breathe in the meaning we find
In the words expelled by the lips
And the heart thumps
Just like the kick
And blood flows like the bass
And the sounds made in the light
Runs through the dark and escapes
I can't help but feel distant from you
Do you know why we're here?
Do you know why we're here?
Minds are electric, words make the connection
In rhyme and in rhythm we find satisfaction
But I swear you just don't hear what I say
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4. |
Jams [Instrumental]
05:19
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5. |
$
06:08
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You were born silver spoon in hand
And diapers made of silk
I just don't think you understand
Our fight for bread and milk
And I know you can't comprehend
How hungry is the only way to go
I just don't think you understand
What it's like to be the 99, yeah, 99 below
We see a hollow suit
Watch it fill up with dollar bills and lies
We look into empty space
When we look into those soul-less eyes
And we got bills that we can't
No, we can't afford
Yeah, we got problems
But in our eyes you're just a thousand, just a thousand more
The puppet dances
Strings held by
The highest bidder
The price is right
Painted smile
Principles drown
Incentives appease
A moral-less clown
And the fire rages as the class war wages
And you lies won't phase us, no you just can't phase us
'Cause louder than words is a record and action
Withholding the truth offers no satisfaction
With a working class who can just kiss your ass
And the students who learn they're none of your concern
And the family who lives on pennies and stamps
Who dine by candlelight and sleep by lamps
"Why is that my concern?"
That's what we hear you say
"Why is that of my concern?"
"Why should I give a shit?"
And then we hear the dreaded question
"What does equality pay?"
..........
And you say......
"Not enough"
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6. |
Sleepy Mouse
01:59
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7. |
This Home Feels Like Bar
02:32
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8. |
Your Last Song
05:04
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9. |
Apathy
06:36
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