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a poem, a gun

by barely free

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simmer summer swelter, find no shelter, sweat lake delta, mississippi face melter
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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
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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
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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...
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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
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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...
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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.
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runnin the world
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we up protests we up resistance we up action all factions it's a total revolt we up fun, too & blowin mad trees
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freestylin aint got no lyrics
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samples
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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

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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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