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Content of Consciousness
02:30
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We are matter, we are decay
We are assumptions on display
We are vague generalities bred to live in redundancy
You are nothing, a demographic
Individualized experience
You’re a control group, potential market
Quantifiable exercised free will
This screams at me, “revel in my majesty”
The all-important self-indulgent imagery
Digital forum to parade and celebrate
Bloated egos validate diminished curiosity
That’s not what I call interaction
Uploaded content, just a distraction from the
Definition of significance and profundity
Don’t conform or evoke
Even with all eyes transfixed on the screen, all screens lead to me
Content of consciousness—mark your mode of indifference
Content of consciousness—cursory deliverance
Content of consciousness—command your significance
Content or malcontent—combat this ambivalence
Behold the model house
Its elegance is quite pronounced:
The superficial filigree lies dormant in its infancy
All the children, roses smashed
Peering through the murky glass
The front room we’d all congregate
And swap stories to vindicate
The tales of narrow perspective
That stem from divine directive;
It’s you and me, and we could be
Like one
Fuck curiosity
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Do Not Resuscitate
02:50
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Nobody ever talks about after the injury after the surgery the nothing is fine
Nobody ever talks about the not full recovery chronic pain inabilities nothing’s the same
The interview just stops on a hopeful note
Like advice from your mom it sees only the best in you only the best outcome
A jumping junkie chasing a falling high
It's not hard for me to understand why most doctors say
Do not resuscitate
What's it like to wake up everyday and know you're the only way your loved one can survive
I don't mean love and care I mean a blank stare only evil escapes here your life's shit and piss
Functioning on relief and instinct
god answered your prayers
For the first time you wonder
How the fuck am I gonna manage the stairs/stares
It's not hard for me to understand why most doctors say
Do not resuscitate
Well maybe you're different
Maybe you don't feel the same
Perhaps you're a lucky one
They put on the TV
Well I ain't no different
Yeah I am the same
But still I'm a lucky one
Others have felt far more pain
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Wasted Knowledge
02:37
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Something keeps me up at night
A diluted passenger—recondite
Sits still, revels in the stench of the meek
Implies the meaning we think we seek
Excuses are to value as reason is to distortion
The means justify the end when achieved by extortion
And the end—merely an afterthought
A footnote to the race
Who needs goals, a common drive
Ambition’s a disgrace
The wasted knowledge of the world
An apathetic culture stares cock-eyed, slack-jawed
Drooling at the answer
The question, who fucking cares
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4. |
Bow Your Heads
03:06
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I won't close my eyes while you pray for me
I will study you like a rain dance
I won't spend a year of my lifespan in a church
A box around thought
High ceilings accommodate your ego
Faith is fear
Faith is a shooting after a shot to your pride
Faith is a tight lipped "if my culture permitted it I would lop off your head right now"
Smile
And I think the worst part is
You don't even know why a challenge
To your faith makes you so
Fucking mad
Your face as red as a business man
After a trip out of town when
His wife asks him tough questions
Faith is fragile
Apathetic agnostic's neutral eyes
See the truth but allow the lies
Bored agnostic's neutral eyes
See the truth but allow the lies
History always leads to the future
So let's change the past and right a wrong
Put the bible in the fantasy section
And science friction out of schools
The hands that hold us down are
Made of clay and
They're getting dryer every day
We can't stay set in these ways
Speak up nearly 30% of americans
Are atheist or agnostic
But when will we ever see a politician swear in without a bible if we don't tell them it's OK
Not to believe in Santa for votes anymore
Speak out
Faith out
The government's possessed by god so exorcise your rights
Make them sweat
Speak out
Against is for human evolution
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5. |
A Flat Miracle
02:19
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Take this mason jar, poke holes in the lid
And so terraform with dirt leaf and twig
The woodpile out back—a life to extract
A lesson whispered through some deafening act
Scale a mountain just to measure its mass appeal
Present the data as a challenge to what it reveals
A garrulous thread, intention misread
And so glorify the ambition instead..
A life to exalt!
A corpulent hand presents the tail intact:
“Here you’ll see we have achieved a flat miraculous feat!
Any day we anticipate the body to grow back.”
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20 Something
02:37
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Yeah you think you've got it figured out you really think you know
Wherever you end up it's just where you want to go
Plotting out your life you know what happens when you die
With so many convictions you’re a prisoner of your own mind
And you've got it all figured out
No need to follow politics
No magic in the world there's only tricks
Won't live until retirement
No need to save your health is spent
You think you make the rules
You won't play ball in their game
But no matter how different you try to be
We all live so close to the same
But you've got it all figured out
You've got it all
Figure it out
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7. |
Jungle Rush
02:48
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I was raised to believe in a god, benevolent and wise
Reticent of your fraud and lies
Therefore, so as not to disappoint your lord
One must conduct oneself with aplomb and dignity
St. Nicholas: historical philanthropist
So as not to mislead the child
My parents never paraded around the Santa myth
I did not believe I will not believe I cannot believe I won’t..
He’s got a list penned with a topaz fist
Come judgment day where will you find your name
Motivated by fear, the congregation kneels so austere
The bait’s been set, the lure’s been cast
Are you feeling hungry yet
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8. |
Ghost Writer
00:59
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Who's gonna get all of your magazine clippings
Your receipt-written to do list
Who's gonna haphazardly organize your sentimentalities on a banquet table at an estate sale
Who's gonna read your diary your journal the scrawling script of your thoughts
Who's gonna carry all the things you said in the dark
Out of the door
Into a waiting u-haul in mid July
Who's gonna take out your garbage and decide
What isn't
Your worldly possessions will be reincarnated
Dispersed and separated into
Individual pieces that will
Constitute a single part of another persons
Environment and take on a different meaning
Until the same thing happens to you/them
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MSG-sus
02:36
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Up the mighty morphine drip
Suppress reality
Living off the sick days but it’s the days that are sick
Not me
Found something that betters my life
And I’m sharing it with my neighbor’s kids and wife
The clothes in my dresser are always folded nice
Ever since I dedicated my life to christ
I’ve found order, peace, and prosperity
All thanks to something I like to call
MSG-sus spice up the dish of my life
Add a dash of nutmeg to cancel out my strife
Enhance the flavors, keep me safe
Monosodium god
This fear that’s injected into me every day
State of high alert
god save me this I pray
Raised with faith that I’ll follow blindly
Learned the lessons
A culinary art
Come to rely on a god who shelters me
Lest I actually taste reality
MSG-sus my special blend
Served with a side of deceit
Cooked medium-well
For dessert we have eternity in fiction
And a mint to cleanse your palate
Your tainted palate
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10. |
Do We Not Know
01:42
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What the bleep do we not know
That I'm not always topical
Testing’s the antithesis of being told
No method no hypothesis just Pb to Au
There was a god of fire
There was a god of rain
There was even a god of love but even this sacred subject
Can be explained by chemicals in the brain
What the bleep do we not know
Oh you say being an atheist is cause for disdain
But praying to a god's the definition of insane
We even have a theory for what came before time
But if it's proven incorrect they'll be discord and no one frets
What the bleep do we not know
What the fuck will it take to show
What the fuck do we not know
What gives them control over you
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11. |
Event Theorizon
02:20
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It seems like I can't get these pictures out of my mind
A perpetual negative potential all of the time
And every time I let my thoughts wander astray
I get lost in the self-induced pattern of decay
Whenever I'm alone with my mind
I have a recurring dream where I punch as hard as I can
I swing and I swing but my fist won't seem to land
It's not as though I feel like this everyday
But give my brain sometime it makes my whole being lame
Whenever I'm alone with my mind
I won't be alone again
This is a message I can't rescind
A revelation I don't want or admit
It seems like I can't get these pictures out of my mind
A perpetual negative potential all of the time
To an incumbent mind it's plain to see
A lack of knowledge and info all I can dwell on is me
Whenever I'm alone with my mind
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12. |
Status Quote
04:20
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I could be a nihilist
Walk through life in macabre bliss
Won't be here in a century
To see the fall of humanity
I won't be having children I don't have a dog in this fight
I'm not sure what's coming carbon scrubbers or the bread lines
My theory is if you can't breath you can't prove a conspiracy
The sea is rising direct action effects their wealth like it's 9/11
The quicker we can pull it out
The more that we can seed the doubt
Remember all the money spent
Is just a drop in the investment
Meant to keep the capitalistic machine running well past it's prime
So pull the plug and let it seize less common sense than a disease
We can't afford not to fight we're out the equation the world is just fine
It's perturbations dissipation attractors and bifurcations
What's the point of this
A journalist asked an environmental scientist to sum things up "are we fucked"
Responded "more or less"
A dynamic resistance is really our only chance
We need to cut emissions 10% per year
Equity principle hasn't been shown
It's time to get radical
Antibodies rising up
To fight a spiking fever
If you're not a rebel by 20 they say you've got no heart
But if you haven't turned establishment by 30 they say you've got no fucking brains
That's what I call the status quote
That's why I call it the status quote
So keep on fighting
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13. |
Lucky Thirteen
03:03
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Well the ice congregates with the others
Distancing itself from the snaky oily seepage
Bound by surface tensions
That can only signify its inevitable demise
And I can’t help but wonder why we don’t feel as aged as this twelve year Dewers
And the label—an unrefined cloudy mixture of pride
Disappoint, fear, and hope reads, “lucky 13.”
Whatever is shall be more so
Vet token redeemed
Is this the one boys
If we stagger forward with this maladroit vigor
Something’s bound to happen
Are we bound to keep drifting apart
Complacent as the passion fades
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Secnd Best Portland, Oregon
Secnd Best possesses a keen ability to draw a fast, hard perspective from the baggy-eyed ephemera that ignites oh so many
solipsistic platitudes plagued with the inevitable pseudo-memories of gloriful-old.
Secnd Best is from Portland, Or. Sucked, got better, still together. Doin' it since 2002.
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