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Something about it, and it goes
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Minuet of Stone
01:54
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How nice it must be to craft so easily time on your own. How nice it must be to avoid so suddenly mundane responsibility. How nice it must be to retreat in secrecy and be left alone. How nice it must be to dispense with transparency--your minuet of stone. Straight into your temple
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Sometimes the Anthropocene gets me down
And i don't really wanna hang around with you
Shallow fragments dropping in the hourglass
Reading revelations just to clear my head
When your skin is mulch
We aim to multiply
When your head's on backwards
We shoot into the sky
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Sweat
03:07
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And the spectre keeps on haunting you somehow
If it’s transcendence you seek, well then, that’s not allowed
You think the new humans decreed a 40 hour work week?
If you can’t bear it, then, don’t let them make you feel weak
And so i sweat
And the spectre keeps on chasing you from behind
They keep on gnashing their teeth
You’re running empty, boy--you better make up your mind
Before they eat you alive. before they eat you alive
And so i sweat
Took a walk down to the cemetery depths
When i turn off my mind it makes it easy to connect
I started breaking all the plates up in the restaurant
I can’t sweat anymore, i can’t sweat anymore
Another generation, another burning reason
Another generation, another crop to yield in
Another generation, another burning reason
Another generation, a bit more desperation
Another generation, another burning reason
Another generation, soil for blood this season, no!
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Obelisk
01:42
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Staring at the obelisk
Bleeding from an orifice
Transmuting identity with keystrokes
And violent fits
We’ve been holding on
To these atrophied memories for far too long
Slipping into this
Darkness, an uppercut
To the cranium
I’ve been spewing
Too much poison
I need to slow down
Slipping into this
Darkness, an uppercut
To the cranium
You’ve been losing
Some rough skin
Lately, we need to slow down
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I am sitting in seattle
Just waiting to bear fruit
Ripped from my insides
Or mangled at the root
And everybody's waiting
For someone else to save them
Do you really need that patronage
Dingy hospital doors open
Faster than the DIY gates
Riding on the backs of knights
Of the apocalypse
And we are all waiting for
Some kind of revelation
To be emblazoned;
Xs on our hands and Ss on our chest
And we're all getting older
Not necessarily better
Reflections of our footsteps
Passing through voyeurs in our palms
And we are all stooped over
Contorted bodies waiting
Ripe for untangling
Or anxiously keeling over
If we're all just waiting
To be harnessed in the mainframe
Will we ultimately be left
Sputtered on the ground?
If our hierarchy of needs
Is simply fractured or inverted
How many weeks
Can we spend starving in the streets
And if we're all just waiting
Already underground
How many years will it take
To be raised from the dead
Our souls all manifested
In perfect equilibrium
I guess that's why hegel's
Just a hack
Screaming and insinuating
Might just breed metamorphosis
If we don't end up as cybernetic vermin
Are you a partial person
Who's just so sick of waiting
Or are you meant to be somebody else
And I am still thinking
About how things went last night
Which matrices or rubrics
Might apply
And how you really just can't
Break new ground when there's pavement
You need to plant your seeds
In fertile ground
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7. |
Anxious Automatons
02:38
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Everything's so tenuous
I don't know how to grasp what's real, anymore
Should I just escape my job
Or should I just keep speaking in tongues
And I don't know
What you think
We are not the automatons you seek
And I don't know
What you need
We won't bust our jaws now
Banging tom toms at your feet
You had seemed so genuine
Like a fire on a hillside
Caught myself speeding down
Wading through the canopy
New anxieties and entropy everything's so fast and loud
Oh...what's happening to me?
These idolatries
These frivolities
These toxic ideologies
These materialities
That don't mean a thing
This crippling disease
There is no vaccine
I get so wrapped up
I forget how to speak
I need to plant a garden
I need some relief
I'm forgetting how to cry
I don't know if I'm happy
Or guarded or something in between
I keep crashing in my dreams
I keep fucking in my dreams
I keep dying in my dreams
I keep forgetting how to dream
I have to remember to dance
In the belly of this burning machine
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Hummingbirds
02:14
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Oxygen you're so far away
Trembling try to make you stay
But Nitrogen's all I seem to catch
Shunning every word I sketch
Hummingbirds seem to hum so close to me
Mumbling in foreign tongues it seems
I'll never know a single word they say
Dripping down into a slow decay
Oxygen you're so far away
Hummingbirds try to make you stay
Nitrogen's all I seem to save
Shunning everything until decay
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9. |
New Paradigm
03:01
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(instrumental)
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10. |
Erosion
07:10
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Am I making "progress" in the abyss?
Is my communion reprehensible?
I'm sprawled out in the desert sands trying to figure out how many grains correspond to how many fractions of lifetimes and i can't figure out whether to shove sand down my throat or to build a sand castle
Paralyzing entropy reads thus:
How did a meaningless protozoa
In a/an (un)conventional crevice of the universe
Eventually evolve into a being with the capacity to fashion an automobile?
To fashion the paradigm that guides its own self-destruction?
We're reckless anomalistic bastards of the universe, floating, fucking, self-detonatable, self-reproducing, Kubrickian mannequins
I awake and tell myself to take some sort of action in a direction that means my mother's suffering and self-neglect won't go to waste
I awake and tell myself to take some sort of action in a direction that means my suffering and self-neglect won't go to waste
I awake and tell myself to take some sort of action in a direction that means the world's suffering and self-neglect won't go to waste
This is a game of boggle marred by bloody and broken hands, riddled with self-defeating paradoxes of regret and anguish that necessitates a path of unending reverberations of despair
But you can still feel an ancient wind run through the Sonoran
And all castles, despite their degree of delusion or beauty harmonize in the hum of its erosive equilibrium
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11. |
Clean
03:44
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So you are
The light that you’re breathing in
I can’t help
If you asphyxiate on dopamine
I don’t mind
Sharing this until you come down
And you are
Spitting out the monsoon
That’s drowning you…
There’s no more
Playing cowboys and indians
There’s no leavin’
This turbulence we’re living in
We just have to stay clean
Even if it hurts
Cause honestly
What else can we do?
Darling, I need you
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Red Tank! is an autonomous war machine; jubilance against the face of extinction; harmony in chaos; dystopian punk; folk songs of the forsaken. redtank.org
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