a poem, a gun

by barely free

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physical album released january 29th, 2011 at cranky yellow in saint loser, misery. shouts to person x, holy!holy!holy!, seymour justice, wicked & divine, scripts n screwz, civil ape, little big bangs, cackling hen, spelling bee, the cohen family, the arnold family, clare, tess, ryne, rhyan, all the laurens, di nigunim, the barons of tang, realicide youth records, the taxpayers, emoore & the bohemian spaceship project, litterthugz, cutty dubs, all the spaces we've played, all the punks, mothrasegg bitches!!!

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released January 29, 2011

rooster doctor melvin berstein - vocals, synths, kaossilator, bass, words, samples, production
rikshaw - vocals, synths, words, samples, production
cras culture - vocals, words, ideas
blasphemy - vocals, words, drunkenness
proletarian - synths, effects, theremin, pedals, crazy
coop - guitar, drums, words
dom - viola, bass, muse
lucy - guitar
nature boy - all post-production
seymour justice - words, vocals
sneaky pete - drums

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Track Name: barely free - simmer summer swelter
simmer summer swelter, find no shelter, sweat lake delta, mississippi face melter
Track Name: progresaliv futr
knowledge quenches curiosity for information as money translates into power/personal safety security and comfort are abridged there’s no escaping the grid towers lined armed guards with power over others/fame and celebrity are not dominion, something cool or hip which often translates into social acceptance? Learn of love, relationships, sex and enhanced health, mindful wealth the ending of disease and free the refugees of the bible belt - we’re starving mouths with no pills to ease a fear or to improve self-image, five sensory joys or pleasures measured in petrol di-methyl ethers, entertainment or distractions such as taxes and social acceptance which are muted out when the bombs ring overhead, over baghdad, and you remember polaroids shakin’ when andre 2012 says: “a better future for their children is not immune to ignorance, thirty-six months you’ll see this whole planet rift delirious transcontinental plate drifts, climate shifts, sterilized men and women scream and die lips-sealed, listless and the influenza sprays through the rain clouds as we sadly sing the wrong phrase now, as we sadly sing the wrong phrase now, and it goes...”

distortion of facts used
to distract and divide,
forced into slavery
by subliminal scribes,
time is an illusion,
we cling to the delusions,
we need to end wars for peace
to start a new revolution!
it’s just the brainwashed
sheep who play these
bleak money games
as weak cash for clunker fame
co-opts the stage
behind the scenes a federal casino
just the zeitgeist night train -
how we gonna take down babylon tonight?
Channel left and right, Brain,
become one with is and let the good times vibrate
be the one who stands up,
you’ll see you’re not alone
in an intentional mind state,
reverberate,
our future is now at stake:

our future is in peril
the water makes us steril
we’re flopping fish inside
a New World Order barrel

you’ll see you’re not alone in an intentional mind state:
be the one who stands up,
become one with is and let the good times vibrate
how we gonna take down babylon tonight? Channel left and right, Brain,
behind the scenes a federal casino just the zeitgeist night train -
weak cash for clunker fame co-opts the stage
it’s just the brainwashed sheep who play money games
we need to end wars for peace to start a new revolution,
time is an illusion, we cling to the delusions,
forced into slavery by subliminal scribes,
distortion of facts used to distract and divide,

we suffer through subliminal states,
hopeless victims to undeniably anguished fates
Track Name: a poem, a gun (fuck a bank)
falling asleep on the couch again
cleaned today and cooked
overlooked stress, caught-up on a book
G left
didn't wanna say goodbye
a good lie she told me when she said goodbye
she thought i was lost while i was lost
in a loss of a thought
inside
joke
outside job
an additional edition of a mouthwide mob
spellable-syllables symbolizing my couch-time nod
thinkin: about-time snobs
eating at high-priced jobs
and night-side robs
by polite-plight squads
pile-drivin deadly-alive in a nineteen-ninety-five dodge
durango
with two strange-o's
eatin twice-dried mangoes
burn the rich outta perfect-nice-guy-plain-clothes
or stay slow
don't believe what i say
cause i stay at hard angles
i know angels
who believe in angels
rain knowledge like a saint loser double rainbow
iS it sane? no
but who got the say-so
eat right keep writin at nite
speak in-sight, cre-ate flow
live from too-late state row
fuzz-shake snakes though
distorted break beats deep keeps me in shape
it goes:
fuck a bank
and farmiceutical thunk-tanks
kkkapitalism iS unsafe
there's no-one Great
solution
but we gotta start somewhere
a poem, a gun
there's no room for un-Care
Track Name: barely free - these days
these days are not a game:
be pirates to private interests,
defy investors of the private sector
and, oh yeah: lie to detectives,
build survival kits
inspect it for
a knife, an axe, a pick,
a wick, some steel wool,
a nine-volt,
hand-wind radio,
a net
a sleeping bag and and rain slick,

start a fire, stay warm,
say a prayer,
take form
take flight
take a bike or boat and
just go,

just go,
not a game,
be the wind,
pave the way
for the leaves
be the roots
of the trees,
listen closely behind
the thththe shadows
of your mind,
of your ind, of your mimimmmmmmind,

the time illusion
primed for
a prism
unwind,
be the seeker
be the vision
be the vivid astral
images
be divine survival primitives
but most of all
be well, be well

no nnno no global power gimmicks,
or cabals all thirteen houses iS
represented,
and don’t resent the scent
which is proven to replenish,
no don't resent the scent which is proven to replenish,
think about it:


these days seem like the same lame relays
“just a game,”
“just a game”
we say
we say, “its a just a game,”
just a game these days,
from yesterday
into the decades
"just a game,"
these days these days iS just days
just days, just days these days are just the same
just the same just the same lame relays or it's
“just a game” just a game we say
we say “it’s just a game”
we say its just a game these days?
we say, we say it’s a just a game
we say, we say...
Track Name: barely free - system failure
a good line comes to mind and i
sleep it off
should time define thy's life?
i decline, i keep it off
amer-icons livin in the dark leave the night on
i pass some bashed glass and gasp, so right on
chessboard world, kings-queens, knights, pawns
find a mate with checks and balances
or stay placed in plastic fallacies
solely live off petroleum
hydrocarbon in the food
from monsanto's bleak soil
and we've reached peak oil
civilization, so crude
with puritan values, our minds iS so prude
suppressed sexuality, reality of apathetic attitudes
and moods
change
more than some bullshit campagin
we're on a one-way ticket packed tight on the same damn train
a camp
we feed on food stamps
thinkin it will keep us sane
and it may
until the day where they pull a trick play
the lights start to flicker
some leave
some stay
some break into panic
depressive-manics so sad at the loss of their internet romantics
the city iS frantic
an unsustainable endeavor
think i just bring it up because it sounds so clever?
never
got plans for better
a new life, embrace the choas of iS
live off the land and raise conscious kids
compost the waste and not rely on the sewers
this bullshit system done turned our mind to computers
yeah this bullshit system done turned our minds to computers
machines twitchin missin endless updates and renewals
don't let this twisted bullshit system turn your minds to computers



it's important to note
what's important to you
do what you do
live free
and love what iS to you, what's true
Track Name: barely free - crack your trapped crap idols
I’ll be going to war with my dumpster full of dead babies
at American restaurants, pursuing obese consumers who throw away edible food units.
The gospel of Jesus Christ is a farce based on cubensis cult code words and the manipulated so-called life of the secret son of Julius and Cleo.
If on television Jerry Fallwell could be pied, then why no successful Ronald Reagan assassination in real-life?
An attempt was nonetheless quite satisfying for me as a child,
and I made many effective takes with little green army guys.

who is their god -
those blind servants to a martyr
I’m no god fearin’ man - I’m a fuckin’ firestarter,
with their perfect, green lawns?
These is pawns -
we the pitbulls and boxers,
blotter bombers, arbor armored
botherers of the conquerers,
fox-quick, out-the-box kids,
these cop snitches
use their feeble guilt to call me wrong?
that’s just fodder for my plot to rot the system/
I strike the match, light the bomb,
then some sound effects and I’ll be gone,
it won’t be long,
I’ll admit my lager postured slack-spine got it wrong,
science project: blue ribbon,
strengthen our jaws on the kong,
suggest imprisonment
of slobbering shoppers’ who is dongs,
and soldier watchers’ rosters, on-and-on,
swan songs sung by bankers, dawn of politi-spawn,
african apes turned snakes turned tron,
burned long its the brain/brawn
primitive escapes of non-narqs
huffing paint and throwing rocks at debates,
my god, her name is IS, IS my god told me:
“you’re not free at last Andy
but you’ll be the last of the free,”
So,
We up the zapatistas, Cornell Wests, free sex
we say “fuck the rest:”
we smoke the best,
roll of the fates met
through marchin’, steppin, reppin,
singin “Go Down Moses”
we be the chosen hopeless
bite back at dogs, cops, poisoned crops and fire hoses,
broken noses, scars,
and the prophet Jeremiah,
“throw them pebbles,” spoke the rebels
“from the prince to the pariah!”
grow some fungals, see the future,
be the man the myth and stone the kingdevil,
rep Martin Luther King at disheveled Malcom X level,
uphold the revel,
participate: the festival
reduce the straighter edges,
be stone-throwin’ bevels of the spectacle,
our antinovels shovel shit on
shriveled, sniveling rivals,
We be the arrival of survivalists,
bearded, fly as mighty kites pulled by
tribal cyclists,
and fuck your white, trite, archival bible bliss lists

viral vinyl spiteful primal rightful
tight-fisted spiraled rifles,
final clap, spinal tapped
crack your trapped,
crap idols,
final clap, spinal tapped crack your trapped,
crap idols
crack your trapped,
crap idols:

dial 9-11, no better yet: burn, then thump your bibles...
you’ll burn your hands, we’ll take the stand: your trash is treasure in our cycle!
we bite the hand that fed us all that processed stew,
we’ll burn this global to the ground,
grow our own food and start anew...
Track Name: barely free - achilles heel
everyone an achilles heel
every anti-idealist an ideal,
everyone an achilles heel
every anti-idealist an ideal.

flashlighted onto lit street full of lights,
blistering blisters in bloodclots of cisterns
with two dead sisters eating each other's heads.
where the grave meets the dollar
and the euro meets the market
you'll meet the walking dead.

everyone an achilles heel
every anti-idealist an ideal,
everyone an achilles heel
every anti-idealist an ideal.

every bum a burned ID,
new trad rad, rub-off tattoo sleeves,
but a palestine rock fr political seige
and tarmac dreams.
gimme smallpox covers
and i'll run for cover
and rinse off my tattoo sleeves.

everyone an achilles heel
every anti-idealist an ideal,
everyone an achilles heel
every anti-idealist an ideal.

things are getting scary,
know this to know that,
things have always been scary,
halloween in the american horrorshow,
a nation-mansion with fake blood
shipments of paperweights made of snow,
the so-called masses think they got bread
but it's a hoax.
enough terror to fill our plastic food.

everyone an achilles heel
every anti-idealist an ideal,
everyone an achilles heel
every anti-idealist an ideal.
Track Name: garden plot jackals - football
runnin the world
Track Name: garden plot jackals - total revolt
we up protests
we up resistance
we up action
all factions
it's a total revolt
we up fun, too
& blowin mad trees
Track Name: barely free - no rights (headlights in the night)
freestylin aint got no lyrics
Track Name: dj deep breathely - time iS an interlude
samples
Track Name: barely free - a poem, a gun, a remix (if i can't smile, it aint my death)
alling asleep on the couch again
cleaned today and cooked
overlooked stress, caught-up on a book
G left
didn't wanna say goodbye
a good lie she told me when she said goodbye
she thought i was lost while i was lost
in a loss of a thought
inside
joke
outside job
an additional edition of a mouthwide mob
spellable-syllables symbolizing my couch-time nod
thinkin: about-time snobs
eating at high-priced jobs
and night-side robs
by polite-plight squads
pile-drivin deadly-alive in a nineteen-ninety-five dodge
durango
with two strange-o's
eatin twice-dried mangoes
burn the rich outta perfect-nice-guy-plain-clothes
or stay slow
don't believe what i say
cause i stay at hard angles
i know angels
who believe in angels
rain knowledge like a saint loser double rainbow
iS it sane? no
but who got the say-so
eat right keep writin at nite
speak in-sight, cre-ate flow
live from too-late state row
fuzz-shake snakes though
distorted break beats deep keeps me in shape
it goes:
fuck a bank
and farmiceutical thunk-tanks
kkkapitalism iS unsafe
there's no-one Great
solution
but we gotta start somewhere
a poem, a gun
there's no room for un-Care