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Culture Industry
04:19
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He was a well-known unknown artist whose bouts of frequent self-indulgence reeked of a nervous noveltyism
Such was so uptight and more concerned with himself as opposed to the wellbeing of others
He had affinity for running around town in search of manager-with-funds with whom he could procure some sweet drugs
Can't bring to face these elaborate fakes
All hail the providence and usherance of so-called industry of culture
Can't bring to face as nonsense debates
All rise and bear witness to the observance of industry of culture
He was a well-known unknown artist who had ostensibly traveled his great state with little to show for it
Though one should be made aware that said state consists of that which is psychic plus lonesome bar down the street where they house reptiles
Such that on one fine Sunday morning he found a fitting brick wall and proceeded to bash his head against it until his brains came out and he saw funny lights reminiscent of a Mr. Jeffers
Can't bring to face us welfare wastes
All hail the manifestation of utopian industry of culture
Can't bring to face such miserable fakes
All collapse and weep salty tears at the feet of industry of culture
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Weak
03:31
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Look at them go
They cover the street
A-queuing in line
Drink with the lime
The stomach is weak
But it's the week that they get to judge
Miles of acoustic sludge
Look at them go
Valleys alive with demons selling streaming links
I knew you were a fan of laughing but now I dunno
Harnessing the art of the advert their power grows
Weather permits parking permits
You'd think it was McCartney
I was appalled to say it reminded me of a young McCarthy
It's the time of the year for freaks to stay home and swallow sheets
Beatniks cower while the upperclass leech and regard each other with the highest of esteem
I was accosted by a pharmaceutical CEO
Who it was I cannot say but it rhymes with C-E-O
And he's a rather fishy fellow
Learned lots about the market from reading about the gallows
It's the week that they get to judge
It's the weak that they get to judge
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Swamp
04:16
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He awakes in a poll position
Quixotic choke-on-a-silver-spoon
Quite numb to new information
Spite-holding his breath until he's blue
My turn to sit in the big chair
"My turn to say I'll drain the swamp
My turn to throw a slice and then sit back and watch"
With seeming disregard for place from which it crawled
Bloated and lofted
Gross thing adorns righteous mantle
Crown made from oiled animal
And smiles
It's all self-immolation
"Hey man, I'm just doing what I'm told"
Removing points of friction
Return to propaganda show
Herr Preacher wants more power
Mein gott says it's a matter of when not if
Amphetamine radio hour
Sprinting like lemmings off a cliff
This is a triumph - FINALLY
A blessing for the Church of Well-Fed Worms
A blessing one rears its head every generation
A blessing it eats its young
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4. |
Panic
03:01
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It's an ugly feeling living on all fours
Rather unappealing to be torn apart I'm sure
So what's the inconvenience if the man is cracked
Wire on the ceiling but no one cuts him slack
I thought that it had thus been shown
Man-as-animal is overblown
You knew you'd know
Feel hunky dory and I'm never a bore
I am the first and last, the holy one and whore
Now even physics ain't safe from sin
It's an ugly feeling
All the children sing
I thought that it had thus been shown
Man-as-animal is overblown
You knew you'd been made known
And if not you're lying to yourself
For decades I've consumed god and dominating culture
Then, entering view, a large gradient beast stalked me for months - and for as quickly as I moved the beast moved quicker
Presently it removed my eyes, ears, tongue, head
Consumed my blood as wine and flesh as bread
Tiring of our game it moved on
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5. |
Lightheaded
03:54
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In spaces once exist
A spandrel deemed to fit
So subtle sits a glow
You're pity folding in
Falling gracious as a bridge
Consider cables clipped
A system of reproach
Rather chilling
Head still here feeling light as a feather
In foreground heretic
Teeth are loosening
Some really nasty cold
Collapse as ancient drift
Porous tilts to drown
My hair is falling out
And that's all I've been about
Evidently
Head still here feeling light as a feather
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6. |
Commercial
00:31
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7. |
Juncture
03:24
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Evening
Station
Small screen, perhaps 5" x 7"
Taut face, pretty
Refuses to open mind over 25%
Slowfill
(Gas doesn't freeze)
Selling misc. in-store currencies and reward programs
Minor vocabulary suggestion
Juncture
(JUHNK-CHURE)
Petrified petrol producer completes transaction whose sum equals that of three jackets occasioned yesterday by the finest child labor
Woman asks why have you stopped
I said I've had my fill
Face loosens
Mind re-narrows
Juncture
Some vehicles are loud
You can hear them coming down the street from several houses down
Your taste is advertisement
Your smell is advertisement
Your sex is advertisement
Your language advertisement
Your culture advertisement
Your child is an advertisement
Your culture advertisement
Your life is advertisement
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Outsider
03:23
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Expense account spitaway
A golden market sign
Feel insane
Work today
I gotta go to work today
I get to sleep after work
Work today
Feeling strange on the phone
Wash the sin out my bones
Find your place on the floor
What it take
Tearing out the pages
And then we move it around
Hit chance
You're so good at what you do
But we cannot pay you more than less than that which upstairs exudes
Work today
I gotta go to work today
Hey can I do a dance for a pre-approved wage
Outta the zone
On the beat
Combs the hair and breaks the teeth
And I walk out to sea on my hands a-kicking my feet
Come on down
You're the next contestant
We're gonna show you around
Outside of the government
Nobody cares where you go after you clock out
Do what you want
Just don't be bringing that into work
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9. |
Funhouse
04:17
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Nervous system deceiving
You would never know
Wait for a chance to peek inside
What is this unappealing
Thinks itself a show
Watch me explode like dynamite
You're living in a funhouse now
Note the walls with a breathing
Heard it used to grow
Feel your composure start to waver
This one fucks with its feelings
Thinks itself a show
You're not the person that you once were
You're living in a funhouse now
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Backup Plan
04:18
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They were impressed with his collect
Toppish grade
I can't even recognize
I see two faces at a time
I take my drink of hemlock wine for chance with vital cyanide again
He was a bastard
Could be the last
Pockets frayed
Home becomes for prison man as one begins to understand
And when things getting out of hand
Like G. Sterling backup plan again
Such is brilliance, the arrogance
The darkest wine with wicked lips
A merlin-sage, a pensive gaze
The life-tide drips, the body's shame
They were impressed
He was Shagspere and she hath a way
I can't even recognize
I see two faces at a time
I take my drink of hemlock wine for chance with vial cyanide again
Home becomes for prison man
Home becomes your prison, man
Here he comes, that prison man
Like G. Sterling backup plan
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Cover Up
03:31
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Echo chamber facts
Positive feedback laughs
We bombed a bus of kids the other day
Surely it's an act
Next will come the flack
Such an interesting foreign display
Don't study history
Don't study funny repeat
Repeat repeat delegitimize repeat
Another boring massacre
Blitzkrieg for the screen
Bodies for the beast
And then the roaring laughter from a foreign display
Don't study history
So what's with all the fuss
There's a cover up in the news
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