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Mycorrhizae
00:46
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What we're giving up will never be enough
To feed a hand that greeds
Our world's worth more than a broken paradigm
Built on subjugation
We’re not workers, essential "human beings"
I long to grow within
Bonds that nurture
Hand in hand
Kinda like mycorrhizae
When ya piece together
How these chains bind us so tight
and united we might break them
Tonight, Tonight, Tonight
From ruins we will rise
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Episodes
01:48
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One more episode
These days I am growing old
Under stars I cannot see
A pissed off businessman
Trying to sell me things that he don't understand
Disguised as desired reality
But it's not, and it's not where I long to be
So I think about you
And all the gifts you've given
Chasing dreams so far away
Small strides made everyday
Embraced compassion, within ourselves
Into our homes, the streets that we reside
This is how we survive
You remind me of a light
I lost within my insides
Called you on the phone, to see how you’ve been?
I’m feeling lost in a tailspin
Can't find clarity, insecurity devours me
Called you on the phone, my self-sufficiency
You build me up and you remind me
In our shared struggles we might find where we belong
Belong, belong, belong, just trying to belong
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Sea Monkey
01:35
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Took the long way home
To clear my mind
Stared at the sidewalk
Most of the time
When you try to handle
All the thoughts that strangle
That mocking moon is glaring like it’s just another night
Your on your own, you’re not alone
Thoughts to settle down but I won’t
Somethings I can’t allow to feel normal
When you try to handle
All the thoughts that strangle
That mocking moon is glaring like it’s just another night
Your on your own, you’re not alone
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Generations
02:20
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Generations, disappear but I still see traces of the lives that lingered here
Aspirations, start to rust, I search for answers in my hopes,
My fears, the places I overlooked
When I’m lost I wonder about all the times and
All the places I’ve never been
So much struggle, for each victory
To hold a line for another
To live by their own means
As this world turns, our lives sold
And I know it’s more than a horrific sequence
I know our time and place, and it’s not living on our knees
Not living on our knees
Fuck it all, every toll, that sells our souls
Beyond any sense of trying
For a better time and place
Where we don’t exploit to survive
We don’t have to rely
And I know it’s not beyond a sense of trying
For a better time and place
Where we don’t exploit to survive
We don’t have to rely
And it shows
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Psychogeography
02:41
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Burnt yellow grass
Cracks amongst our weight
Like dreams displaced
What's attainable
Rode down Comal street
It felt so detached
Neighborhoods erased
What’s defendable
Psychogeography these days
Is revealing all sorts of scars
Framed by violence, displacement,
What capital kills, forces into a fog
Replaced by all that we resist
Towering shadows of soulessness
Extract every ounce of us, till there’s nothing, nothing
Tried to get outta bed but I don’t got the strength
Feel the weight of modern life absorb my frazzled brain
Searching for vitality while being stabbed from the outside
Mapping our escapes as this world screams and amplifies
Spaces shared, our minds entwine
Reclaim our waking days
Craft situations to provoke our lives
As we scheme dreams
Laying roots to grow and bloom some future day
Holding on to waves of vitality
Strength from friends builds webs of solidarity
Combat the voids that this world decrees
Our shattered hopes forge collective promises
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6. |
Rotten
01:19
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I’m sobered every single morning
Bombarded by news
Sold across every airwave & tv-station
To viewers abused (like you)
When all our stories
Are forged into commodities
That’s only based on a singular metric
When reality is so distorted
Our connections get lost and thwarted
Detached/ment from reality
Sold us
Erode us
Manufactured to control us
Advertise away our sanity
My senses, they ground me
Direct connection, that heals me
Long live detour-ne-ment
Empathy from one another
Solidarity with each other
Lit match to a fucked society
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Resist to Exist
01:05
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Friends move away
And I am still the same
Same place at the same pace
Trying not to drown
Maintain the values of common ground
Trying to pretend that I’m not scared
But honestly it’s getting kinda hard to bare
Cause its just so fucked up
What I take for granted
Our foundation so slanted for so few
Can you tell me what else is new
Can you dream of something else?
Cause right now, that’s all I want is something else
Resist to exist
Resist to exist
Resist to exist
For something else
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Goosebumps
02:01
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Building a toolbox
Building a toolbox
Can you spare some tools?
Spare some tools?
When you live in a city
When you live in a city that’s at war with you
You’ll get priced out, jailed or shot
All the billboards read some shit like "live, laugh, love"
Our desires used to fuel tax breaks for some corporate fucking scum
That preys on our humanity, sell, divide, and conquering
Resiliency never felt so goddamn crucial to my life
In the face of negativity, beyond our strife
We’re gonna squat your airbnb,
Reclaim the commons, as far as eyes can see
Shift away from a life of what we take to what we share
Mutuality as weapon, lighting up the air
Burn it down
It’s gonna burn it down
It’s gonna burn it down
Burn it down
It’s gonna burn it down
It’s gonna burn it down
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Memory
01:15
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Weeks over before it begins
Seconds embezzled by a cycle that never ends
Appears I could use some restraint
Life’s more than a product completion date deadline
Broke out of the office, Friday at 6
I’d Pedal but I’m exhausted and my bikes on the fritz
Appears I could use a gust
As I feel my goals turn to dust, to dust
Progress is construct
I'm finding empowerment in who I am
Torching ladders where our bridges should be
Setting fires to constructs of hierarchy, till it’s another wasted memory
Progress is construct
I’m finding empowerment in who I am
Torching ladders, where our bridges should be
Setting fire to capital dependency till it’s another wasted memory
For better
Not worse
For better
End curse
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Dream Bigger
01:20
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When I was a kid I wanted to be an artist
Drawing pictures, making worlds, I felt so free
As I grew up, life became so much harder
It was tainted by a darker reality
Of working 4 fucking jobs, just to eat
Came to learn what it means to be fucking truly free
And that for many there’s no rest until your buried 6ft deep
So a person with a yacht can idle in a fancy port city
Ya know we gotta fucking stop
Dream Bigger, Dream Bigger, Dream Bigger, Dreams
I want to build worlds of compassion over competition
Community ownership of every fucking thing
I want sustainability, restore and heal the land we grieve
Eat the rich, take their assets, make free housing for everyone
Grow enchanting free food forests with skillshares you’ll always remember
Host social justice masquerades that guerilla gardens on the promenade
Build free clinics with giant slides, a giant slide
Dream Bigger, Dream Bigger, Dream Bigger Dreams
I want restorative justice, no prison complex order
Reparations and Land Back as necessity
Youth-run centers where kids can simply be, who they want to be
Resistance is as vital as what we dream and celebrate
A block party with free salad as a means of revolution
Remember while carrying on the fight to create action beyond this way of life
Cause it’s not just a dream to me, to me
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Burning Hours
01:34
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City lights pierce through my window shade
It’s 3AM my mind spins and ruminates
Just how we connect to a future escapes me
For now I guess I’ll lay, try to fall asleep
Stormy waves ripple through our fragile lives
As Smoke barrels across the countryside
Playing cards to keep our reality at bay
I hope when this fire ends we find a new beginning
In our burning hours, grasp the moments, claim our days,
Remember the gifts this world contains
In our burning hours, grasp the moments, claim our days,
Protect connection from decay
In our burning hours, grasp the moments, claim our days,
Brace our torches weary flames
In our burning hours, grasp the moments, claim our days,
Remember tomorrow is just another day
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Embetterment
01:48
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Trying to find the meaning in my life
An aging punk at 35
Tell myself it’s all okay
As the walls keep falling down
Sometimes deep breathing ain't enough
To confront life’s direction any how
My other half, keeps on fighting for a way
To build relations that care, heal, and sustain
That rectify and redefine, ride the troughs, carry on living
Can’t tell if I’m grieving who I’ve become, or this world we’re living in,
Living in, living in
My choices mold a path ahead
Among the parts I’ve left for dead
Remind myself to go easy in my head
Breaking chains of rumination
To move ahead with hesitation
Breaking habits of domination
Accepting my choices and limitations
And now my inner self keeps defining different ways
To hold acceptance while resisting complacency
I’ve come so far from where I was, beyond my own inhibitions
Feeling grounded in where I am, and the paths I’m taking,
Taking, taking
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