1. |
Say What You Like
04:32
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Hopeless children cry for a reckoning
They’ve had it with deaf ears
Higher ground inveighed, it’s oh so sickening
Such vitriol and jeers
“Where have you gotten to
Out long past curfew?”
Go and say what you like
I won’t stop you
Creature comforts—they are beckoning
But we’re caught up in arrears
Exposition fades, the plot is thickening
But we know it ends in tears
Where have we fallen from—
The beat of our own drum?
Go and say what you like
Happy to play the fool
Not like anyone’s listening anyway
Go and say what you like
I won’t stop you
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2. |
In The Abstract
03:11
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Give us an effigy
Give us a flame
When we burn our fingers
We'll know who to blame
No, I don't know the root
Couldn't care about the cause
The nuance of the situation
Never gave me pause
When it's so easy to hate in the abstract
Don't stop to think, simply react
String up a strawman
Better give him a name
Wrap around his neck
Every spurious claim
If you must paint a picture
Use the broadest of strokes
Because it's on the fine, fine details
That everyone chokes
When it's so easy to hate in the abstract
Don't stop to think simply react
It's so easy to hate in the abstract
And hate is what we do
We're here to stamp out every divergent view
When we're done with that we'll gladly start anew
With all the tales we've spun
And it's so easy to love in the abstract
Just swipe away every inconvenient fact
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3. |
The Shallows
04:37
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Youth—
so alluring, so alight
My envy boils in the night
As she struts on by
Breathe in
The scent of naivety
Shame about the brevity
But what lasts anyway?
Her skin is soft
‘Neath eyes so dull
Her placeless lilt
Lures me into a lull
What’s that—
Are you talking to me?
Surely this must be
Some kind of mistake
(No, she says) Please
Let me lead you astray
Down some dark alleyway
Let’s have some fun
Her touch is hot
My blood runs cold
She softly hisses
What could could unfold
My skin is taut
My mind’s gone numb
My senses fraught
With what’s to come
So slam the brakes
Recognize this path you take
Is merely a short walk
To the gallows
And heed the call
Ignore the fact you want it all
And scurry back to
The shallows
My skin is loose
Mind not so sharp
Still I realize
This is not my part
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4. |
All The Mod Cons
03:51
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So should we wax poetic
About our waning relevance?
Or mock the most pathetic
Victims of circumstance?
Propped up on empty words
Learned at universities
And should it come to swords
We’ll shield ourselves with degrees
And do you feel blessed by the powers that be—
Those unknown souls who deemed you worthy
Of the prestige laid at your feet
Now if you ever doubt your status
‘Specially with this shitstorm comin’ at us
At least try to keep discrete
(When we say)
Stand up for the pack
Privilege has your back
Always on defense
For the recompense
(And it goes something like...)
Label the patriarchy
The source of all frustration
But it’s this hierarchy
That keeps us in our station
Stand up for the pack
Privilege has your back
United and proud?
That’s fodder for the crowd
And we swore it couldn’t change
But it was us who refused to change
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5. |
Small Minds
06:44
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I am the product of small minds
The child of cramped rooms
Eschewing the expanse
For the comfort of narrow
I pray to the businessman
I worship the capitalist
Laissez faire is my mantra
And profit my altar
The game is set
The rules are met
And those who prosper
Are the ones who fall in
I have no time for reflection
No patience for penance
Only the function for pity
Doled out on the week
I lament the safety net
Spread tales of the welfare queen
Take my every cue
From the faces on cable news
No hesitations
No deviations
No course-corrections
The path has shown true
Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done
On earth as in heaven
We do as we’re told
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6. |
Come + Go
06:37
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There’s always panic when the car doors shut
Flailing limbs and haired pulled out in chunks
Eerie silence once the screaming stops
And riders fortify their positions for the next platform
Have you nothing to say?
Turn your head look away
Tell yourself it’s not your problem
Not your problem
Just another tome to make you say
Over-sensationalized to drive the clicks
Too soon to go the mourners cry
But everyone wonders was it worth the cost?
Have you nowhere to go?
Buy high sell low
Keeping thinking it’s not a problem
Well, it looks like a problem
Yeah, it might be problem
Well, it’s a problem now.
All these people
I’ve seen them before but I don’t know where
All these places
Go back and forth, just go back and forth
Come come come
Across the platform then you
Go go go
Back where you came from
Run run run
To catch the next train
Stop stop stop
‘Cuz you’re too fucking late
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Libel Brooklyn, New York
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"[W]hat's uncommon is how [Gavin Dunaway] can
shred/skronk/groove on the elektric geetar, though these days his ax-weilding shares equal space with electronic textures that span from abrasive to atmospheric” – The Deli
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