1. |
Unified Field
02:49
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grandma gave you her icon
she got on her birthday
from a Serbian soldier
the patron saint of the airport
with a note in the back
you'll understand when you're older
in the unified field
materials collapse
into a unified field
materials collapse
commit the patterns to memory
staring out at the blank sea
and the lights on the freighters
you were always a good kid
a little hard to keep up with
but you were never in danger
in the unified field
materials collapse
into a unified field
materials collapse
walking slow on the bay in the small town
where you live in a house with your own family
keeping guard of the light and the icon
that your grandmother gave
in the unified
field
the unified field
materials collapse
into a unified field
materials collapse
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2. |
Feeling Nothing
04:15
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she was alone at the airport
burning her passport
feeling nothing, feeling nothing
she was calm and respectful
when security came
she had a hole in her brain
she couldn't explain
as a communion receiver
and a diligent reader
felt at home in the woods
out at night on her speeder
she stares at the moonlight
as it lands on the snow
feeling nothing
she walked around for an hour
while I hit the shower
feeling nothing, feeling nothing
I came out presentable
unusually clean
and we stared at the screen
for the next twenty minutes
even though nothing was on
but a loop of commercials
and the weather in Sanskrit
and some new kind of boxing
and we chewed at the wires
to start electrical fires
and now we're
feeling nothing
(please God make him shut up)
nothing, feeling nothing,
feeling nothing, feeling nothing,
feeling nothing, feeling nothing,
feeling nothing, feeling nothing
she called from the hall
out of range, hardly working
but 200 meters was enough to be certain
that we were hearing the real thing
the voice of a dead king
and a letter to God
but the language was odd
because all the adjectives were German
but the nouns were in English
krass gefährlich
nihilistisch
she clawed at the concrete
and clung to her death wish
feeling nothing
I've been hiding for so long
I forgot how to carry on
with anyone but you
hold my hand as we vaporize
feeling nothing
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she wrote her PIN down
and handed her phone
to the border officer
and he had some questions:
country of origin?
why are your kids so upset?
where are you staying?
she quickly answered:
with my liberal dad
and my pious grandfather
in a Baptist backwater
congregation
and the guard sang:
praise Jesus! hail Reagan!
but you're from a place that's on this list they handed out
so you're not worth saving
I know you'll die before your time
and I hate to see it
but it's not my problem
praise Jesus!
under the compound
under the counsellor's house
under the washing machine
under the driveway
a stolen flare gun
and 40 liters of deionized water
and Bibles from China
and we sang in
broken chords
to broken camcorders
and decide to ignore
the commands of the Lord
when they stop us from scoring
praise Jesus! you're poor and dirty
if you were close to God
you'd already be rich
and you'd be clean and you'd be worthy
sadly, you come from far away
and you don't meet criteria for entry
but I'm really sorry, and that's what matters
now get off of my country
our God is an awesome god to hang with
my pastor told me God said I was cool
and that my feelings bear the weight of moral sanction
and that all we have to do
is praise Jesus, spread the gospel,
anticipate the second coming of the Lord,
and load our rifles
I know your baby's sick
and we stole every doctor on the planet
but it's not my problem
goddammit!
praise Jesus! hail Reagan!
Amen!
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4. |
Superbus
03:05
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freight crush, broken ladder, busted tail light
blew a tire in Union City where the cops get lost
face north to see magenta in the sunrise
and move west to slow the sun's descending
they caught us running away
with $20 in the back of a truck
getting out of Calais
on our way to play a concert
I never saw you again
but every time I drive
I think about that U-Haul
now I'm a stranger on the back of the bus
I'm just a stranger on the back of the bus
I'm just a stranger
broke friends, broken glasses, empty ceasefire
shaky nerve simulation on an uphill glide
black eclipse, fake enlightenment for young liars
I'd try to warn you but I can't remember
I'm keeping out of the rain
in a trailer on the edge of the sea
I sit around and I stare at the cliffs
and dream about New Jersey
I never saw you again
but every time I drive
I hear another holy decree
from the God of the Abstract
to be a stranger on the back of the bus
now I'm a stranger on the back of the bus
I'm just a stranger
who never saw you again
and every time I drive I hear another holy decree
but I never saw you again
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5. |
Cybertruck
02:19
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my wife and I bought a Cybertruck
that's a lie, because we're not rich enough
so instead we paid our power bills
and the lawyer for our living will
and took a walk around outside
in the rain, and saw actual Cybertruck
I punched the glass, but it wasn't strong enough
now there's a fist-sized hole in the windshield
and the modernist upholstery's wet
and I wish I knew what my hand feels
but the glass split every nerve in my forearm
every day I pass the factory
where they install the ion battery
no one knows where all that lithium's from
or what it tastes like on a human tongue
I'd like to burn it down but I'm not dumb
I'll just let it oxidize
in the rain with all the Cybertrucks
just acid lakes and gull-wing doors
already rusted shut
but my credit score's amazing
and my wife's is too
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mouthful of copper and iron
and the kids are bored
subtle knife in the wind
strikes an unknown chord
the choir sings by the red light
on the shipping canal
mouthful of gallium alloy
it's about to melt
down the back of my throat
the last thing I felt
as it coated my stomach
was a need to call home
every month
by the cycle bridge
I watch the water line move up
another half an inch
then I go swimming
mouthful of lithium oxide
and acid ore
blow a hole in the Earth
start a new cold war
I feel the currents cascade
across the last €0.20 in the world
mouthful of sugary arsenic
and CS gas
fills the lungs of
the so-called working class
and our PayPal accounts
won't have enough for our rent anymore
still, every month
by the cycle bridge
I watch the water line move up
another half an inch
then I go swimming
down every road
and every oceanside
where a seawall stands
connected to reflective neon lights
unleash your 100,000 fireflies
and come swimming
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7. |
Line Go Up Line Go Down
04:19
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it was dawn at the Church of the Holy Line
of the Upper Room of St. Equifax
it's getting harder to cross out on Monument Rd.
and Fort Caroline, so we stayed inside
invisible hand on a youth crusade
put gasoline in the gatorade
and water balloons in the stun grenades
and everyone blacked out
it was 4th of July on a Saturday
call Homeland Security either way
because nothing happens
or everything at once
and no one cares
down
line go up
line go down
to the middle of the Earth
go up
line go down
line go up
line go outwards
it was night at the Church of the Blessed Exchange
of the Upper Room of Annual Dividend
it's getting harder to crash on the carousel
no room remains and no warning bell
before the market close
and we'll be left here on our own
now it's 4th of july every saturday
patriotic drone displays
of flashing Chinese lights
in the shape of some dead horse
and the colors are bright but it's hard to see
a rainbow flag on an FPV
but you're at the controls and you call to me:
it's time to execute the plan
down
line go up
line go down
to the middle of the Earth
go up
line go down
line go up
line go outwards
NARRATOR:
would you like an explanation of the chorus?
CHORUS:
yes!
NARRATOR:
well,
Marianne Faithfull
had the wisdom and the foresight
to ask this rhetorical question
CHORUS:
what are we fighting for?
NARRATOR:
and the answer's not nothing
I cite three recent examples
the Soviet Union
was a brave attempt to represent
the will of the eternally blessed
CHORUS:
but it ended in catastrophe!
NARRATOR:
well it was hijacked by madmen
seekers of power
and tyrants and brats
the United Nations
was a brave attempt to represent
the will of the of the Earth and the unborn
CHORUS:
but the permanent security council
frequently vetoes the few resolutions that count!
NARRATOR:
exactly!
the European Union
is a brave attempt to represent
the rights of the will and the will of the rights
CHORUS:
but they're powerless!
NARRATOR:
at the moment thats partially true
but not me and not her and not you
the market is not
the will of a god
the market is not
the will of a people
the market's not straight
the market's not gay
the market's not good
the market's not evil
the state does not
deserve its greatness
until is bears
the weight of the stateless
and no state worth the name
gets around this one
material fact:
its time to execute the plan
THE WILL OF THE RIGHTS:
do it!
NARRATOR:
down
line go up
line go down
to the middle of the Earth
go up
line go down
line go up
line go outwards
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8. |
Ostrich Toss
03:48
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I research wildlife in Alaska
and you drill on oil rigs in the bay
I called you complicit in destruction of the world
and you had nothing else to say
except "if you're so mad
what are you gonna do about it?"
so I stole the fuses from your Nissan
and that made you late for work
but you quickly found new fuses
and drove away
and took a loan out
and bought a chainsaw
and cut a hole out
of my hardwood bedroom floor
to try to even up the score
and said "if you're so mad
what are you gonna do about it?"
so I stole an ostrich from the zoo
and I took him home to you
but you threw him off the roof
Screaming
"FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU"
the ostrich ran out back and cut the phone lines
so no one called Animal Control
I went back inside wrote a email to our landlord
and said I'd fix that giant hole,
but that you've gotta go,
and if you're so mad,
what are you gonna do about it?
our ostrich friend came back that afternoon
with fifteen angry kangaroos
they smashed our garage and drank our booze
screaming
"FUCK YOU FUCK YOU"
Then one week later
we saw a car on fire outside
in the middle of the night
and we held each other tight
and heard the ostrich laughing
"LOOK WHO'S FRIENDS NOW
ALLIED COWARDS
SCARED OF A FIRE
YOU MIGHT AS WELL HAVE STARTED YOURSELVES
FUCK YOUR PLANES
FUCK YOUR GYMS
FUCK YOUR GUILT
FUCK YOUR SINS
FUCK YOUR RETICENCE TO FIGHT
THAT'S FUCKING IMPOLITE
THE THINGS YOU BUILD ARE USELESS
AND THE THINGS YOU BURN ARE GOOD
YOU PUT YOUR FAITH IN CONCRETE
WHEN THE WORLD IS MADE OF WOOD
I KNOW I SHOULD
BUT I CHOOSE NOT TO DESTROY YOU
I CAN SEE THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT
AND MY FORGIVENESS WILL ANNOY YOU
SO I FORGIVE YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU
I FORGIVE YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU
I FORGIVE YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU
I FORGIVE YOU FUCK YOU”
and then the ostrich flew away
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9. |
I Am a Beached Whale
03:07
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I am a beached whale
far away from your buildings
I feel the weight of the world
and it'll probably kill me
the solution is plain to see
I'll send a message across the sea
in whale
I saw you fall off your powerboat
I watched you splash in the sea
I watched you laugh at each other
I saw you looking for me
I saw you crash in the coral reef
I watched you think you were incomplete
I'll try to yell at your research fleet
that you're not
you're not incomplete
and in whale that sounds like this…
…
...it's getting harder to breathe now
I'm sinking into the sand
but at least you can hear me
one day you might understand
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BLYAT!
it was 10:03 on a Tuesday
I was tired pulling into Kharkiv
tomorrow I'm recording with some friends in town
I got a hotel and I tried to sleep
but then I heard the Russian Federation drones above me
and I admit I felt a little naive
they hit the power distribution center
and now I'm pissing with the flashlight on
because I can't see without my flashlight on
when the power's out
I plugged in my mics to the battery recorder
played a show and got some dinner with friends
then took a train to a small town a few hours south
to track some singers Yaroslav recommends
but then I heard the Russian Federation drones above me again
in a location that was hard to defend
they hit the Zaporizhzhia generator
and now I'm pissing with the flashlight on again
we're pissing with the flashlight on
everybody's pissing with the flashlight on
we're pissing with the flashlight on
I know what they'll say
I know what they'll tell you:
it can't happen here, what are the odds?
THEY'RE NON-ZERO
A few days later I'm back in the States
just in time for Christmas Eve
and everybody's watching the playoffs
on a Huawei smart TV
and usually at Christmastime the skies are quiet
but everybody's phone said "BEEEEEEEEEP!"
we heard the buzz of drones accelerating
and now we're pissing with the flashlight on
we're pissing with the flashlight on
everybody's pissing with the flashlight on
we're pissing with the flashlight on
because the Russians bombed the power grid
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11. |
Also Unified Field
01:30
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unified field
materials collapse
into a unified field
materials collapse
slow
live
guard
gave
in the unified field
materials collapse
into a unified field
materials
collapse
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Emperor X Berlin, Germany
Booking:
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tinyboxbooking@gmail.com
Management:
black@bar-none.com
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