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Fly Eagles Fly
01:30
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It’s been almost fifteen years
Since they came around, went around
Chances four out of eighty-five
Slim pickings for the bettor
The underdogs succeed against all odds
Hunter becomes the hunted
Bodies hurdle, hurled and hurting through space and time
Piercing cries fill the air
A chorus of boys and girls, humans
Come together for this sacred spectacle
And spectacular it is when heavy impact violence
Makes fleshy hands collide in casual camaraderie
So take to the streets
Honk the horn of temporal pride
Fire the skies with light
The likes of which shake the earth below
Maybe even take a break tomorrow
Celebrate this glorious day
But don’t stop to compare this
To social movement for public improvement
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Pipeline
02:52
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(Beneath the ground it carries water hidden from the eye)
In urban schools with zero tolerance kids are funneled out
When vocalized, their purpose is to maintain order
So they punish the children who suffer because their guardian works
Multiple jobs in a place with artificially inflated rents
Controlled by greedy landlords profiting from white flight
Let’s throw criminals out of sight, into jail
It’s doing good for society, they say
But for whom are society and government if not their people?
How can these discriminatory policing and punishment practices even scratch the surface
Of the reasons why these kids act out?
Only to have their faces plastered on the front page of a newspaper
Blown up so big that they’re pixelated
Because I remember how in my high school yearbook
The only blurry photo was of the custodial staff
So I’m against this pipeline that carries non-privileged youth from an alien classroom
In which corporate-controlled testing tries to turn them into obedient automatons to a prison cell where they can have the privilege of working at your DMV call center at $1 an hour
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Games
02:35
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When I was young I played games
Games with the swords, and games with the guns
Playing war, you might call it
Trivialize the most hideous
Aspects of human experience
And make them palatable
I watched the colored dots
Form humanoid forms
To soon be obliterated
And scattered to the corners of the room
Soldier of Fortune
That was the first
Where the limbs would fly off
At least in Quake
The bodies would disappear
When you killed the Strogg
What lessons did I learn
From Urban Terror, Unreal Tournament
The egomaniacal rule
Of species in Starcraft?
That life and death are entertainment
That opposing forces must be crushed
Into submission
I learn from Counter-Strike
That I’m the good guy, and my opponent
Is a terrorist
And when my friend plays, they’re the good guy
And I’m the terrorist
But that’s how it goes, isn’t it?
That’s how it goes, isn’t it?
That’s how it goes, isn’t it?
That’s how it goes in these games
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O.I.L.
03:28
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Killing for the purpose
Of making money
Eradicating scum
To create purity
Cleansing of the
Unwashed
Washing of the
Dirt
Erasure of the
Smudges
Enlightenment of the
Uninitiated
Extirpation of the
Weeds
Tending to the
Garden
These uncultured swine
Need me to show them how to live
These savages
Need to be civilized
These primitives
Need to advance
These heathens
Need to be exterminated
Let me mine this country for its resources
Let me tap the well
Let me fill my basket
Let me scrape the bottom of the barrel
Drink this oil and sell it back
Let me scavenge the earth, pick things up and put them down
Chisel off the top of a mountain
Level this forest
I need this money, this commodity
This wealth of currency, currently
Natural beauty has no worth and must be worthless
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I’ll call myself the leader of the free world
Free trade, freedom, free ideals
I’ll help people out and train their fighters
Teach them to coerce, manipulate, and torture
Mask it as a guise of international cooperation
And so when my graduates leave
And just so happen to be ruthless
Brutal dictators and killers
(Remember, the “disappeared” can’t be counted)
That’s sheer coincidence
It can’t be my fault if my graduates break all the laws
And kill legally elected democratic and/or socialist leaders
Because I espouse freedom, remember
Because I espouse freedom, remember
Because I espouse freedom, remember
And even if a majority of these vicious killers
Come from my education
They’re bad eggs
They’re just bad eggs
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Dirt
03:32
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I’ve got the dirt on you
You smoked a cigarette, broke the law
You belong in jail
To be locked up
Your free choice to ingest
This mind-altering substance means
That you are unfit
To be on the streets
With the rest of society
I don’t care if there are no legitimate jobs near you
Due to unfair housing practices
And the flight of wealth
You chose to use drugs
And this is a war on drugs
I’ve got the dirt on you
I’ve got the dirt on you
We’re going to kill all the drugs
And you make them live by using them
You’re a failure and a screw-up
The way you use that thing
And you dirty our society
Don’t even try to tell me that alcohol kills
Alcohol means a good time, friends, parties
No way is alcohol a drug, let alone one that can be abused
I’ve got the dirt on you
I’ve got the dirt on you
I’ve got the dirt on you
I’ve got the dirt on you
I’ve got the dirt on you
I’ve got the dirt on you
I’ve got the dirt on you
I’ve got the dirt on you
This is about your choice to do drugs, which are illegal
And you deserve to be locked away
For this affront to our upstanding society
Go serve your time
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Good vs. Evil
02:49
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When we declare war there is no such thing as moral ambiguity
It’s black and white, us vs. them, good vs. evil
Our men and women are righteous soldiers crusading for freedom
For our ideals, our tenets, our values
Our values are superior to theirs because our values belong to us
Our people are superior to theirs because they belong to us
When we declare war you’d better pray that you don’t look like those godforsaken others
Because we will berate you, we will harass you, we will abuse you, and maybe even lock you up
Regardless of whether you were born here because you could be spy
And because you look different you could be a sympathizer to their worthless cause
Maybe we’ll evict you and claim your property
And lock you up because you could be a threat
So what if that’s just what the bad guys are doing?
That doesn’t matter – we’re the good guys, and this is good vs. evil
Good vs. evil
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Nyentek Chicago, Illinois
An “adventurer in electronic sounds-poetry” whose music is “mind-bending, at times blissfully bizarre.”
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