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intro
01:56
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2. |
sovereignty
02:54
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so give me some shitty sovereignty
so give me some shitty sovereignty
quarantine, quarantine
quarantine, quarantine
war. war. war. war.
don’t give me that sweet sweet honey
don’t promise me sweet sweet nothings
don’t give your worst surprise
don’t feed me those precious lies
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3. |
born in the ocean
03:05
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i was born in the ocean
i was born in the sunlight
white tapestries in hand
tangerine thoughts sublime
no worrying
no worrying
no worrying
bout those rumblin clouds
no worrying
no worrying
no worrying
bout things crashing down
in our island on the sea
it’s so poignant not diseased
there won’t be no rapture
from the waves or the thereafter
but one day lightning shock
will melt our bones
and grinding hell will wrench our core
but now. there’s no worrying
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4. |
there is no beach
02:49
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there is no fucking beach
there is no fucking beach
there is no fucking beach
there is no fucking water
take a fucking trident
and fucking kill poseidon
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6. |
the void
03:41
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hold fast to the butter
as it melts through your cold palms
like a river into the ocean
hold fast to the void
as it melts through your cold palms
like a river into the universe
hold fast to the void
hold fast, hold fast
hold fast to the void
as we drift into the universe
we were drinking 40s
out on the front lawn
talking about what was important
now we’re lightyears away
talking about what isn’t
we are all just waiting,
we all just know it
we are all just waiting
to be put back together
i am aware of you
wrapped in your sweater
so hold fast to the void
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7. |
the death of genkai
01:56
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you had it written in
ugly black letters ‘cross your soul
we only go downhill
we run away in our own skin
she couldn’t help but think
our human lives are some cruel joke
we’re only here long enough
to know what we want then it erodes
you’re just an empty and outdated shell
the pitiful preserved remains
i hope you’re happy
with the way you wasted your life
we only do the the things we can
if survival means becoming as cold as ice
then i don’t see the point
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8. |
13 demons
02:00
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crash in like a cannonball
coming in and taking off
breaking rules and wrecking lawns until we
sleep sleep sleep sleep
thirteen demons runnin round in my head
coming in like an atom bomb.
can’t go on and can’t go off
crushing pavement, breaking laws until we
sleep sleep sleep sleep.
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9. |
better
03:35
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from the cradle to the crypto-fascist
goose-stepping in stupid glasses
don’t know what’s worse anymore,
being broke or being whored
probably both, but i’m still fucked up
guess i’m just a stupid fuckup
i guess that it could be worse
some days still wanna ride in that hearse
and i guess it could be worse
oh but it could be better, babe
better, so much better
it could be better, babe
better, so much better
you could fall from a 12-story window
or be rich but still a widow
you could abandon your four children
or be broke but still with them
and some days feel like we’re worlds apart
and some days feel so close together
and some days the wormhole could break open
and somedays it could stay shut
in another time in another place
in another world in another space
in another world in another world
it could be better
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10. |
junkies
02:25
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yesterday you died
and i don’t know why
yesterday you froze
and god only knows
the dreams
that you’ve been having lately
i guess that’s what happens
when all your friends
are junkies
yesterday you drowned
and i fell down
the biggest hole
i’ve ever been in
yesterday you fell
and i fell too
i guess that’s
just how it happens
yesterday you moaned
and then you croaked
this fucking joke’s
been going on for
a quarter-century
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11. |
out of touch
02:52
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everything feels so out of touch
and every plan i’ve ever made
has always turned to dust
and it doesn’t matter
no, never, never
how fair the weather
the handlebars on your old bike
will always gather rust
and everything
fucking everything
feels so out of touch
seventeen years ago
their child was born
now where does she stand?
there’s no one the sun has shone
that will ever understand
we walk this gauntlet and parade
of faces and fools
pass on by, just facades
tighten your jacket:
the breeze is cool
now everything
fucking everything
feels so out of touch
and every plan i’ve ever made
has always turned to dust
and it doesn’t matter
no, never, never
i’ll fair the weather.
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12. |
bones
03:19
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i walked into the forest
and it was there that i buried my bones
i returned years later to discover
that they were emanating
the color of amber
the color of butter
they had become something
so much better
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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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