1. |
Closer to Home
03:57
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My dad, he told me ‘bout your sort
And if he had his way they would hang the whole bloody lot of you
And my god, is bigger than your god
And by happy coincidence endorses all the things that I do
Your sweet silver haired neighbour
War hawk migrant-baiter
Laughs away your future
Bridge club echo chamber
I’m with stupid
Let’s go burn the world down
Give me comforting outrage
Piped straight in my brain so I don’t have to waste my time thinking
Ladder, pull up the ladder
Now I’m safe and well you can all go to hell, not my problem
Online misbehaviour
Gnawing at the framework
Laugh away the future
Fan the flames of hatred
I’m with stupid
Let’s go burn the world down
It’s all closer to home now
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2. |
The Eye of The Needle
05:13
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Believe absurdities
Commit atrocities
Invented a Jesus
Who looks just like you
Wears “Camp Auschwitz” T shirts
And spews diesel fumes
Belief in prophecy
No base for policy
Onward Christian vandals
Marching us to war
The eye of the needle
As wide as you are
Regress for your corporate creed
Black holes where morals should be
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3. |
Hey Consumer
04:54
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Some people are quite content with scraps
As long as those they get are still the biggest
Boot lickers, you wouldn’t call it love
It’s more like Stockholm Syndrome for beginners
In times of crisis, show their true selves
Locust hive-mind
Spouting hate, Stripping shelves
Hey consumer
Duck and cover
Some people, they don’t believe in luck
Cocooned in all the wealth their parents made them
Some people spend every waking hour
Proclaiming to the world that they’ve been silenced
All the knowledge of mankind
In their pockets
There’s None so blind, that will not see
Hey consumer
Duck and cover
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4. |
Dear Thinktank
04:46
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Dear Thinktank
You’ll be thrilled to know
That I pledge allegiance
To your wild consumerist howl
I promise to defend it
As a mother would a child
Beyond the bounds of reason
And above all sense of self
I’ll thrive in an environment
Where the common man
Sides with his oppressor
Against his own brethren
No boot too dirty too be licked
And no misdeed too foul
I’ll watch the guards beat down my friends
And give out points for style
Dear think tank
It’s been quite a while
I’ve lost a few fake friends now
But I’ve never had such zeal
I see this generation
And I am filled with rage
Permissive, weak and indolent
Not like back in my day
And now our vote no longer counts
Such things beyond our ken
it’s fine that you hold all the cards
The world needs stronger rule
We’ll make it like it was before
When men were really men
And handmaid wives, so dignified
Lived lives of humble thrall
Dear thinktank
I’ve been trying to get through
You should hear the things they’re saying
Is any of it true?
The day the taps stopped working
And all the lights went out
I watched the fires sweep down my street
And thanked god for my faith
The folk these days have no respect
See how they bitch and moan
And how quick they are to violence
When things don’t go their way
And now I am so old and scared
Such anger in the young!
You always were so good at this
Please won’t you send someone?
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5. |
So it Is
05:15
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Strange how, now that you’ve got older
Your dreams have become so dark
The worm buried in your conscience
Hungry for itself, recognised itself
You want to play the victim
(So it is)
While holding all the aces
(So it is)
The future for assurance
(So it is)
You want a world divided
So it is
And now, so desperate to worship
Character don’t matter anymore
Sing your tone deaf songs of freedom
First world refugee, curtain twitcher queen
You want to play the victim
(So it is)
While holding all the aces
(So it is)
The future for assurance
(So it is)
You want a world divided
So it is
You handed over power
(So it is)
To those who least deserve it
(So it is)
Asylum run by madmen
(So it is)
A new world in your image
So it is
Suburban myths
Kitchen sink fiction
Stopped being funny
When it got dangerous
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6. |
Come Home
05:38
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The endless waves of casual hate
Unplug, switch off
The baseless claims the jackals make
Reject, shut out
Come home child
Come home child
We were meant
For better things
There’s never been a greater need
For truth and heart
Here at the end of everything
We bitch and fight
Come home child
Come home child
We were meant
For better things
So ask yourself who does it serve
Discord, unrest
Who wants to keep you unaware
And why, what end
Come home
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7. |
A Kind of Truth
05:41
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Is that you
Or is that really Rupert talking?
Barbecue
The casual racist conversation
Let’s ignore
5,000 years of human learning
Just because you spent half an hour on YouTube
A kind of truth
A point of view
Not anchored to
Reality
Your social feed
A caps lock screed
A fantasy land
Opinions
Instead of facts
The loudest voice wins
Remember when
Your parents risked their lives for freedom
And then now
You whinge away all their achievements
Wave your flag
The sheep rolls the wolf the red carpet
Tell your king
That we know the Sky is lying
A kind of truth
A point of view
Not anchored to
Reality
Your social feed
A caps lock screed
A fallacy land
Conspiracies
Dressed up as fact
The cheapest shot wins
A kind of truth
A point of view
Not anchored to
Reality
A kind of truth
Distracting you
From those who see
You as food
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8. |
My Little Square of Sky
06:42
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Narrow my eyes
Lose the margins
Still fresh is the shape I made
In the morning
The sun wheels by
Drags the noon above
Alone we, the trees and me
Shadows haunted
Lapse of time
Told in leaf rust
The angle of sunlight shifts
New perspectives
Before I know
Nightfall’s mounting
Face into the fear and shame
And confront it
Breathe in, fear out
Let go, live free
My little square of sky
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Tom Caley Melbourne, Australia
Melbournite. Concerned citizen.
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