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The True End of History
03:00
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Wake up to all your linens damp and covered in sweat,
interrupting pleasant dreams about a readjusted thermostat
It’s said the universe’ll probably expand up to the point where all the heat in it vanishes,
and ain’t it hypnagogic to deny the same logic to man?
But you were feeling mighty haughty ‘cause you got a couple minutes of leeway back
And now we’re headed down the opposite track
Witness the truer end of history: a stubborn inability to study the past
And all that you’ve theorized naively is that our laces will never go ahead and untangle themselves
So now you’re hastening to usher in the new world order
(Let me clarify - the lowercase one; unipolar)
But even then you’re only choosing the parts that serve to complement your narrative’s heart
What from an inch away is blurry from a distance is discernably art
Every hegemony is bound to claim they’ve found the higher ground
…until they’re jumping hurdles all the way down it
Witness the truer end of history: a stubborn inability to study the past
And all that you’ve theorized naively is that our laces will never go ahead and untangle themselves
With a tranquilized bull and a cup half full, it’s an easy mistake,
but the cracks in the glass mean its level won’t last in this “opportune” state
And really what is the use when injustice so profuse is deemed the best we can maintain?
The arc of progress bends towards better, but everything that bends can too…break!
And that’s the end of history: it’s not that our capacity for greater is maxed out
But that we would rather willingly pull the trigger, even though the barrel’s aimed at ourselves
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Fraudcasting
03:24
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A snowball held indoors again:
The greatest hoax - or so the story goes,
If you deny the melt and trust what’s felt
Only to your senses, not the science told and dealt
But I guess sometimes the answer that you find
Isn’t the notion that you had in mind and
Does your conviction make it right
Or only spark a fire as the air ignites?
Your connotations, antiquated, indicate perspectives that you take
And if you’re ignorant to all of it,
It’s harder to acknowledge,
But your upper hand exists regardless
Even if the answer that you find
Isn’t the notion that you had in mind, but
Does your conviction make it right
Or only spark a fire as the air ignites?
(I think something’s burning up
Where’d all this smoke come from?)
No winner lives by the rules of their game
Control is always automatically arranged before the party lines are drawn
Presented like they’ve nothing to gain,
Or ingested, claiming that the stomach will not churn
Eppur si muove
Maybe the answer that you find
Isn’t the notion that you had in mind,
But does your conviction make it right
Or only spark a fire or serve to spread one farther?
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Folly Automatics
06:00
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It’s never more than want and need of the ability to own what can destroy
Good weapons in the hands of righteous people who can be deployed to single out any threat to us are quick to double down on everyone else
The images of abject madmen tend to mirror those who claim they do no wrong
It’s all about protecting “freedom;” a freedom under loaded gun
Your golden notion of liberty sure looks to me like casualties
And it ain’t no secret now, my friend, that something needs to change
You can make it better, but all you’re offering keeps these wounds so tender
Horror strikes, send thoughts and prayers, the same bullshit charade
Dying in American skin or reared to live afraid
I know you think you’re persecuted, but the nation is made a victim of your fear
When any given stranger is evil and somehow you’re the hero in the clear
While you cower at government…but never the right specific suspects
If this is really our best effort, my spirit isn’t gone but it’s fading fast
Running through the same few motions
Taught to play the barefoot waltz on glass while everyone has a say
But those who talk fast often act last
Can we reach for a caliber higher than this?
Something needs to change
You can make it better, but all you’re offering keeps these wounds so tender
Interest talks and big bucks stalk as more just walk the plank
Thrown overboard to feed the sharks so you can lick your plate
It’s really a sad, sad state we’re in: denial or wishful insert thinking
"Now’s not time for this,” but sure, buy in, we’ll sell and blink when
Horror strikes, send thoughts and prayers, the same bullshit charade
Dying in American skin or reared to live afraid
Can’t this shit just stop yet?
In this broken time, we only think in zero-sum fallacies; what helps you only hinders me
The authors’ unsaid lines can grant us all our livelihood but also from the grave be obsolete
And in this broken time, where everyone feels some degree of shattered, only we condemn the shards, it seems
So take a place in line, pleading for these editors and publishers to raise another ending
Know we’re not all evil
Hope we’re not too far gone yet
But this bearing arms for despairing, long-lost hearts
…cannot be a solution
…promotes more execution
What choice left but rebuking this American sin?
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Et Tu, Brute?
04:12
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The kind believe in those who grieve at tragedy
The wise believe in those who act un-cued
The strong believe the kind and wise too meek to disagree
The weak believe their time is overdue
And these examples outline how society
will challenge change, but never all at once
The simple fact is nerve and tact don’t harmonize easily
And as we pray for rain, the searing sun…sun…sun…
…brings with it a drought to the masses in vital need
And as the kings bathe and wash their hands of each speck of dust
The middle man begs through lost channels for each to perceive the other’s pleas
He’ll be the first to face their wrath when they’ve had enough
“You’re complicit in our suffering,” yell the desperate
“They’d build from sand,” the top says, “if they’re smart
And you’ll sit where you are, and claim waiting pays dividends,”
Insisting that the wrest can still be won…won…won…
With one little push and our heels up against the edge
You think you can reason with us? Try reasoning gravity next!
The middle man’s sure he can cure the impure with a call to their decency
He’s the first to see just how decent people can get
“I thought I could trust you”
I thought I could trust me, too
So how the sun gave us life and figured we’d be obliged
to honor its reverence and chase coexistence through time and tense
And preserve what we “earned" with a firm but humane defense
We can’t all be winners in even the whitest lies
“Hate sinning, not sinners” only counts if they don’t take lives
And the Niemöller parable’s there on your night table paid no mind
With the door bolted shut as the wolves roam on through the night
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Tiny Changes
03:02
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It’s damn hard having a heart
When life’s falling apart and I can’t see through the mist
And the fear that always anchors me here will only disappear
If I move forward despite it
Not by blankly staring at my shoes
Twice knotted and confused how the laces always trip me
Pass a nervous chuckle back and then politely ask “heard any good jokes lately? (besides me)"
It’s work even having a soul
When the steeplebells toll for every role I found hope in
Am I cursed for inferring the worst will occur
Or has worse already been set in motion?
‘Cause all it seems like I've been told by people who should know is that with age I’ll become colder,
Grow compliant to the fold, but now that I feel old, all the weight is on my shoulders
And I can afford to shrug that burden down
To magnify the blame on someone else
We all tout pain on days indifference swells
But what, in vain, does that chain letter spell for us?
What came first?
The music or the misery? The manic or the melody?
The sadness or sobriety or song?
If they’re all so inextricable, inaction’s unforgivable
But in certain situations, motivation’s guilt and does more harm than help
Then one more light goes out and like a stone I’m still, when kindness - just like grief - is contagious
So kick me off my stupid, sullen ass, get me to treasure what I have
And then head out into the world to make tiny changes
Tiny changes
Tiny changes
Tiny changes to Earth and to me
(‘Cause hope starts with thee)
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6. |
Inauguration Day
05:43
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Is it Inauguration Day?
I can’t envision much will change
New slate of faces, same old plight
If we’re all beggars anyway,
why is struggle always ascertained
as proof of failure and not of drive?
What brand of free will would proclaim,
that "If you want to live, then pay”
and hand the cost on down the line?
My brother’s father passed away
and a kid I knew from second grade
would always cry at Christmastime
I didn’t want to ask why -
had to assume they’d be fine,
healed by the passing of time
and a little more solicitude and care
It’s easier unaware
But I am here and I am breathing
Will not grovel though I’m kneeling
Don’t you pull this plug till I give my word
I am here if you have motioned
to abandon every person
strong enough to seek help when they’re hurt
I am here and I have meaning
or I could if you would just let me live
Don’t pull this plug till I give my word
Not until you've received my accord
So now it’s just another day
I can’t envision much will change,
but see you on the other side
(How long to sing this song on and on...)
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