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From Sea to Empty Sea
10:27
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Ten thousand times we'll drag our failing flesh
And trade our toil for pittances
Ten thousand times our dismal daily wages
You'll take and not be satiated
Ten thousand times we'll sell our sorry souls
And try to fill the gaping hole
Ten thousand times we might be born again
And not escape your cruel net
We will look upon your works, ye mighty, and despair.
Confronted with your endless greed, what hope for the biosphere?
The deserts will stretch from sea to empty sea
The silent spring, the reckoning, and finally we'll sleep
With hollow eyes we'll smile and we'll say yes sir, no sir
We'll take our paltry paychecks and go back to our drugs and scrolling
We'll populate the end-times with our disaffected children
We'll slouch towards the sickening dystopia you're building
The world world itself is holy
Every tree is it's own cathedral
And all of it is up for sale
The wild world itself is holy
Every tree is it's own cathedral
And all of it is up for sale
The wild world itself is holy
All of it is up for sale
A special stupid kind of evil
The wild world itself is holy
The wild world itself is holy
The wild world itself is holy
My soul recoils
My heart is broken
Again and again
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2. |
Agony
11:08
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The sharpened edge of pain is rage
The pain and rage together make a cutting blade
The soul is to the flesh
As the sharpness is to
The blade, the cutting edge,
As flame is to shadow
What is your life without your agony? You’ll never know
What is the knife without the cutting edge
The cutting edge
The cutting edge of suffering is making others suffer
Countless multitudes of victims punishing each other
Terror, offer up yourself
Horror, offer someone else
What is the world without our misery? We’ll never know
What is the knife without the hand that deals the killing blow
The killing blow
Terror, offer up yourself
Horror, offer someone else
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3. |
Wretched and Low
06:11
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No one is free at all
No one is free at all from capital
Ground down every day
Ground down, you wanna live, you gotta pay
Nowhere is free at all
Nowhere is free at all from capital
Parasites own it all
Parasites own it all and grind you down
Detached
And abstracted
Made wretched
Made wretched and low
Alone
And alienated
Made into
Made into a thing to be owned
I don't wanna fuckin pay
I don't wanna work all day
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4. |
All Things are Temporary
08:24
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One day, through the shattered concrete
The forest will explode
Our great great great grandchildren
Will drive their herds along our cracking roads
Theyll say, "all things are temporary
All things are in the hands of the gods"
They'll make their camps at night
Beside the rusting piles of cars
In this eternal soil
the endless rhizomes coil
The churning roots expand then
Rot away then grow again
And in the ancient seas
The living planet breathes
And through its swarming cells
It knows and understands itself
One day, through the darkened towers
Sharks will hunt their prey
Far above in wooden boats
The fisherfolk will ply the waves
They'll say "many things are mysteries
Many things can never be known"
They'll make their nets from six-pack rings
And make their hooks from bone
Theyll say, "all things are temporary
All things are in the hands of the gods"
They'll say "many things are mysteries
Many things can never be known"
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5. |
Sic Transit Mundus
07:30
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Afterwards he lay with his face in the wet dirt and waited.
Nothing else ever came - nothing that he saw, or felt, or heard.
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