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a page, a manuscript
01:22
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a page, a manuscript which you unwillingly threaded
inscribed into my pidgin language of what we are
i cannot expect you to write, to think, to speak, to parse it
i am for my part anxiously grieving
my past remains a corpse unfound
the crime confounding, so deceiving
and my misapprehensions of you remain unfounded
they spring from a sense of myself which is in my fucked-up history grounded
and why should i trouble you again and again with expectations?
if i wanna care for you for real, i gotta figure out my own shit
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in code
01:39
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kid life! stomach and head are grinding gears
when i sleep, my teeth type out my every fears in a code
hungry-eyed forward-thinkers tumble in a basement suite
love's truths, love's lies, arranged on a sheet in a code
in a cryptographer's fantasy
information revealed only through evasion
have you got the rent paid, little duck?
now you're on the beach, now you're at the riverside
hands full of fronds and sandy-footed
we're a know-it-all-or-nothing
the world over, the world is over
we're a know-it-all-or-nothing
universally, the universe is we
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kill yr landlord
01:56
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this is the last bit of this that i have, burnin a hole in my pocket
but i gotta put it in the coffers of an institution that turns my poverty into its profit
kill yr landlord
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impermanence
01:40
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there isn't a single moment stays same to the next, whether it's grass stains or milky ways
that silly suffrage we put to the test is but a fraction of what remains for us to change
sometimes my hands feel cold and useless, like a praxis made arthritic thru neglect
and i guess i'm guilty of not trying, but that'll change too, i'll show you
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letter from yr boss
01:50
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what's the use of you? what's yr exchange value?
put yr signature upon the line: now yr body's on my time
and my time is for making more shit mine
you don't hardly rate, yr labour is not equal to the wage i'll compensate
because i make money too, i make my money off of you
i'll give you pointless tasks to do
don't wanna hear any attitude
i'll make you feel that the labour i steal was never yours anyway
and you'll forget just how to say that you had hopes and dreams and potential, before i smashed them to a paste
you could change things but you feel it's such a waste of time
you're so tired
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anarchy in bc
01:00
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let's smash the nation, man
i've lost my patience
let's burn down power plants
it's time they got theirs
there's forests north of here
we'll start a commune
grow pot and brew our own beer
anarchy in BC is here to stay
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champion water
02:14
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i'm gettin into it, soapin up my limbs
fully immersed, i lather and rinse
workin up a sweat, tryin to forget
readin kristeva in the tub, i'm abject
readin kristeva in the tub, i'm abject in the way i love
never seem to get clean
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there is no silent protest
you just make stains upon yr mattress
articulate yr praxis
it's just a utopian dream
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social conditioning
03:03
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when you say human nature, i hear social conditioning
it's not what we are or what we have been that defines us
greed and technological progress are values which society inscribes
we can make a life, a world that responds to the values we have
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