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Enya
04:02
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The fires are burning faster and the floodwaters are rising
ASMR healing cannot mend a ruined building
We’re careening round the bend and the brake cables are broken
From the melting polar ice the frozen anthrax has awoken
Working on yourself with therapeutic readjustment is no substitute for revolutionary movement.
Diversity of tactics: any move you can employ!
Buy a magic candle made from GMO soy.
Levitate the Pentagon, I mean, you might as well
Recognize your time is not your own to buy or sell
Peg your self contentment to the price of crude oil
Are you well-adjusted? Are the microbes in your soil?
Watch your carbon footprint, bike to work, and film the cops
Are you going mental? Are you swayed by secret ops?
Is the plastic in your face wash carpeting the ocean floor?
Have you given every ounce? Can you give a little more?
Visit sites of murder just to get a pretty picture
While the Mormons on the train try to sell you on their scripture
Write opinion pieces about real estate corruption
While you’re living in the shadow of St. Helen’s next eruption
Wake up every morning wondering if there’s a point
Trying acupuncture for the swelling in your joints
Recite your affirmations, register to vote by mail
What will happen if you lose? What happens if you fail?
I long for the touch of a crushed velvet sleeve upon my arm
To fly through sepia-tinted clouds to somewhere warm
I don’t want to spend my life preparing for a coup
I just want to bask upon the sand by waters of Caribbean blue
I don’t want to fight my fellow man for packaged foods
I’d rather just space out to the TV ads for Pure Moods
See the blossoming branches draped in winter snow
Float in an inner tube on the surface of the Orinoco flow
Riding through the castle gates astride my noble steed
Into utopian realms where no-one lacks their basic need
May it be a beacon shining from afar
May it guide us onward, may it be an evening star
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2. |
Worthwhile
02:24
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Tony went to fight in Belfast, Dickie’s fishing in the Irish sea.
Katie’s drilling oil in the arctic soil and Patricia’s at the BBC.
Looking for an island to conquer, a much nicer place to be.
We’re all going broke, I’m not in on the joke, it feels like everybody’s laughing but me.
What would make it all worthwhile to you?
Sadie’s doing hair in Wyoming, Maura’s wearing thrifted shoes.
Jack can ride a bike to wherever you like, he’s got an old cassette of Born to Lose.
Looking for a place in the sunshine, another way to outrun the blues. Nothing’s going right, don’t you give up the fight, I’ll be the firework if you’ll be the fuse.
What would make it all worthwhile to you?
David’s selling crypto in heaven, Betsey dropped a fingerless glove.
John built a tower of Babel and Diane came along and gave it a shove.
Looking for another adventure, an omen coming down from above.
Hiking on the slope of Mt. Shasta you’ll find a milky beaker full of universal love.
What would make it all worthwhile to you?
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3. |
Bad Times Frozen Custard
01:59
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Take a ride to the pinball arcade, they’ve got a couple new games that I haven’t played.
Maybe later we can catch a show, mariachi music on your stereo.
Can’t say I recall the band, drunk in the snow outside of Astrolandd.
Wait a second, don’t you think this tastes weird? I would much prefer a normal beer.
We make our own fun where we can,
By mixing cough syrup into malt liquor in the back seat of a minivan.
I’m going to Good Times but the times are bad,
This part of the winter always makes me feel so sad.
Can’t you think of something better to do? I’m sitting at the Downer while I wait for you
Don’t wanna shoot the shit or shoot some pool with a bunch of jerks I didn’t like in high school
What’s the type of thing we did before? Light a fire out by the reservoir
Maggie’s borrowed her sister’s car, we’ll make some space, it’s not that far
We make our own fun where we can
Or just get picked up by bored cops for breaking an open container ban. I’m going to Good Times but the times are bad
This part of the winter always makes me feel so sad
We make our own fun where we can
At least we try, it doesn’t always go to plan
I’m going to Good Times but the times are bad
This part of the winter always makes me feel so sad
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Capital/Utopia
02:16
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A finely-tuned machine in excellent repair,
A cursor on the screen,
An odor in the air.
An oilslick on the street,
A glance the other way,
A mass found on the scan,
A critical delay.
Capital is killing me, all I ever wanted was my time for free.
It’s so inopportune,
Suggestions to ignore,
A move made much too soon,
We’ve tried this one before.
Shot down in his prime,
The evidence is sparse,
The first time it’s a crime and
The second time’s a farce.
What’s a precious dream you’ve had to keep inside?
If we’re heading for the future may I hitch a ride?
What’s a type of joy that we can provide?
Let’s stand up for the ones who’ve got something to hide.
What’s the worst thing that could happen if we just say no?
The world is a boiler that is ready to blow.
There’s another dimension if we make it so.
Step a little closer I’ve got something to show you.
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The Empress
01:59
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Leave behind the futile paths in search of something real
Paradise is in our grasp, its fruits are ours to steal
We don’t have to suffer if we have the tools that we need to heal
We don’t have to fight for scraps when we can make our own meal
I am through with begging your pardon
Build my heart like a walled garden
Plant each seed and tend each row
Let us see what we can grow.
Apples ripening on the bough, the golden sheaves of wheat
Sunflowers that nod their heads in the tender summer heat
Movement of the seasons, gentle rhythm that will repeat
Sometimes the berries that are touched by frost are twice as sweet
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Love in Hell Portland, Oregon
Flower Localin' Band
In alphabetical order, Love in Hell is Erin Holcomb (bass), Rose Lewis (guitar, vocals), and Sam Whitelaw (drums, vocals)
Upcoming shows:
3/6 Swan Dive
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