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Your Economy
01:58
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You’re a lame, lazy lion
Buzzed like a drunk bee
Immersed in what you call
Your economy
Snatches of attention
Are your currency
All hoarded and whored
In your economy
It’s a loveless endeavor
To be monetized
It’s a jar of sweet honey
Sold back to the hive
Well, you may be a big cat
But no pride can I see
Just you balancing books
In your economy
Viral, just like a sickness
Through the thickness
Of the crowd
Conflation of haters and critics
Sour cynics
Writ large and spoken too loud
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2. |
Human Size
01:26
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Built a career of sowing doubt and disbelief
Exploit the bias below the line, hoping
We’d disengage
Scare up some semblance of relief
Diminish back to human size
A dark archive of lowlife and half-life
The big man’s got no gas in his gaslight
Cautioned us not to trust
What we’ve seen with our own eyes
A second set of facts applies
There in the floodlight’s gaze
A catalog of crimes
Far too extensive to deny
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3. |
Cilium Plank
01:39
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You say you’ve sought therapy
You claim you will refrain
But your non-apology
Won’t end your victims’ pain
No change, no difference made
In the motions you go through
The terms of your parole
Were never up to you
Broke through the surface
Of the muddy Ohio
Baptized by a crumbling bank
You said you’d sin no more
No change, no difference made
In the motions you go through
The terms of your parole
Were never up to you
Crawl back to say you’ve paid it forward
You’re slouching toward
Kentucky doesn’t need a savior
No timeout for good behavior
They say my friend is dead
But I don’t give a fuck
He’s a punch-drunk pugilist
No more to dive and duck
No change, no difference made
In the motions you go through
The terms of your parole
Were never up to you
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Amplified, a borrowed bluster
Bob and weave, you artless dodger
In a defanged, curated danger
Carpetbagged and colonized
Stylized
Is this an actual outlet
Or what the genre wants
Are you terrified they’ll find out
What you’re really like
Microphoned, a phony swagger
Dredge the slag and drag the river
Jetlagged prank from a third-tier driver
Marketed and merchandized
Monetized
Is this an actual outlet
Or what the genre wants
Are you terrified they’ll find out
What you’re really like
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5. |
Hate Your Freedom
01:56
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I’d show you where to go
‘Cos you might need to know
Self-destroyed all at once
Now it’s sad entertainment
While you’ve been worse than bad
You’d gladly trade it all in
For half of everything
That you had
You killed me with surprise
Let it strike me dumb
I cut you loose all at once
And now you hate your freedom
All doubt no benefit
Read critically the text
And you’ll know
You’ll know, yeah
Here’s hoping
You’re joking
Ain’t gonna be no next
No fucking next time
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6. |
Mostly Ghostly
01:52
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I declined to buy in
Uninclined to give my time
To a slow-acting poison
We’ll drink deep ‘til the end
No misanthropic bitters mark
The taste from base to rim
Gems in a quarry full of slate
We’ve got no cause to see what
Shape the headstone takes
As long as it don’t break
An extra foot or meter
Of physic or psychic space
Veined legs keep apace
But sharper chins win out
There ain’t no kindness to this race
A shook hand pulls the page
No thumb can blot
The rivulets or ravages of age
We’ll kick against it hard and fast
We’ve got no cause to live
Some cautionary past
When we return at last
May our crooked paths
Meet somewhere
Through a half-filled glass
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7. |
Everything Begins
03:12
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When the Geiger needle falls
When it’s safe to emerge
From airtight bunker halls
Everything begins with that
When the half-life starts its wane
When it falls on us
To build this world again
Everything begins with that
In our bloated arrogance
Observing ducks and drakes
We squandered everything
I’d like to think we’d never
Make the same mistakes
Yet never turn from them
And do our best to learn from them
When the toxin has run its course
How will you treat them
In the foxhole next to yours
Everything begins with that
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8. |
Where They'd Have Us
02:12
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Where they’d have us run
See them darkening and starkening
The lines ‘twixt citizen and alien
Where they’d have us hide
See them heightening and tightening
The walls so we can’t find the other side
I’d like to think we’ve got it sussed
To always know to never go
To the places they’d have us
Where they’d have us swim
See them muddying the waters
So we cannot see
The shallowness therein
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9. |
What Columbus Wants
03:05
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Weekend warriors out on your own
Misfired again, again
Can’t crack the home-field code
You can drone on about
Your influences all day
But your greatest influence
Is what the top boys think and say
What Columbus wants
What Columbus wants, oh yeah
You’d do well to leave them well alone
What Columbus wants
What Columbus wants, oh yeah
Failure is a fairly strong cologne
The key sits safe
In the belly of
The biggest fish in
The shallowest lake
Don’t you think it’s time
You set your sights on
Something new
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10. |
Insider Art
02:00
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Nick, pulleying in reverse
Can’t you see your echo chamber’s cursed
Drag-nagging the pity party
Strung out like a hearse parade
Drop the casket and toss the dirt
What makes you think
Your brand-new neighbors won’t
Don’t call it a comeback, kid
‘Cos they’ll know what you did
Can’t find an audience with anyone
From your old scene, the guilty sheen
From your face radiates
Dots on a map, your past can’t be outrun
A change in mere geography
Does not an evolution make
Clearly you’ve lost the plot
Your explanations tense and overwrought
Don’t call it exoneration, son
‘Cos they’ll know what you’ve done
Can’t win an argument with anyone
From your old scheme, a guilty sheen
From their faces radiate
Dots on a map, what’s done can’t be outdone
A circular trajectory does not a revolution make
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11. |
Antifa Grandpa
03:39
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Dominic as a young airman
Said I’ll quit this shit as soon as I can
Antifa Grandpa, Grandpa Antifa
He and the Blackshirts went toe-to-toe
To the tune of Avanti Popolo
Antifa Grandpa, Grandpa Antifa
He had to flee Mother Italy
For actions against Il Duce
Antifa Grandpa, Grandpa Antifa
With half his crew in San Vittore
Presso il primo aereo da li
Antifa Grandpa, Grandpa Antifa
My man was barely thirty
But he had at his employ
A straight moral compass
A ruck and a rumpus
For those who’d bully and destroy
A tricolor defaced, a Roman axe unfurled
We need a thousand more of his kind
In the place he’d call the new world
In the place we call the new world
Found himself at Ellsworth Station
Became a miner, joined a union
Antifa Grandpa, Grandpa Antifa
Sent for my Nana and Uncle Jim
Saw John L Lewis in Washington
Antifa Grandpa, Grandpa Antifa
Took my papa with them
Dad couldn’t have been more
Than nine or ten
Antifa Grandpa, Grandpa Antifa
If he were alive today
He’d be marching right beside me
Antifa Grandpa, Grandpa Antifa
My man was barely thirty
Though he had at his employ
A straight moral compass
A ruck and a rumpus
For those who’d bully and destroy
a tricolor defaced, a Roman axe unfurled
We need a thousand more of his kind
In the place he’d call the new world
In the place we call the new world
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12. |
Dinosaur Dan
03:14
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Dinosaur Dan
Palm-tall ancient friend
Present but for a comet unkind
Evergreen of a hidebound old love
Restless spark in the crackling pines
And he left us a Cretaceous
Crater-sized footprint behind
His roar will resound
Until he comes back around
For to stamp out this terra in kind
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13. |
Dopamine Dealer
02:18
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He’s a dopamine dealer
A time and energy stealer
Direct psychic injection
From a human comment section
If you can be trolled, you see
You can be controlled, so be
Aware of your own tendency
To share a spare thought guiltily
You owe no apology
For surviving quietly
So make no mention
Give no attention
Undeservedly
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14. |
The Year of Fucking Up
03:16
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Insect chatter from mouth to ear
A loud cloud too close to process
No nuance to speak or hear
Language lost in a host of losses
365, 1/2 alive
In your year of fucking up
Don’t let them tell you
Down is up
Rough patch meets tougher feels
Dialed in to a lack of trying
Failure’s just part of the deal
Live your best life or try dying
365, 1/2 alive
In your year of fucking up
Don’t let them tell you
To give up
365, 1/2 alive
In your year of fucking up
Don’t let them say
You’re not enough
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15. |
Worker and Parasite
02:31
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Worker & parasite
Frozen in anthracite
Half the day
Sometimes I might
Catch a trick of the light
When it’s beating back the shade
But every time
Is too far between to mention
Should I spare mine?
There’s no struggle quite like
Your fight for attention
Forever new
Wear your dichotomy
Like a stranger’s charm
But there’s no mystery
Well, at least none to me
When it spills into self-harm
But I’m not done
Though my self-preserving instinct
Is screaming run
There’s no worthier graft
Than the craft of rebuilding
Took a lifetime to learn it
And a half-minute to burn it down
Magnets and their opposites
Share half the blame
Worker & parasite
One and the same
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J. Marinelli Morgantown, West Virginia
J. Marinelli is a one man band like no other. The sound and fury that emotes from his haunting Appalachian echoed yowl falls
somewhere between Guided By Voices, a lost mountain troubadour and a classic 70’s punk outfit from your dreams.
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