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dirt
02:43
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There isn't anyone above you
Only soil beneath your feet
Soon you'll die and then you'll realize
That everything you've done is underneath
There isn't anything now left here
No heroic stories still to tell
War and justice bravery and honor
Nothing here remains but the dirt
Have you heard of tzars and khans and sultans?
Conquerers who slaughtered far and wide
All the greatest minds that we've caught thinking
Are rotting in their graves to feed the worms
So if you get a job and birth your children
If you find a house and car and shit
Don't forget that everything you're doing
None of it is worth more than the earth
If you think to glorify your living
If you think you'll rule the world some day
Don't forget that everything you're doing
Well none of it is more than infant dirt
That all to say that’s why you look like shit...
Da!
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sincerely, the plague
02:16
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You don't know me yesterday and you can't find me now
I'm smaller than a speck of dust my entrance all allow
Although once size was valued such people lived afraid
All proud and strong did fall to me the world did I raid
How great, how broad this kingdom great fortresses and spires
Yet stone and wood rots empty when inhabitants retire
I’m a cleanser of the palate relief from all life's hate
Shrouding the continent black some might call me fate
For humanity is burdened by the weight of your desire
Each and every child stokes the heat of this dark fire
And now the world burns in blistering calloused sores
See the wretched writhe like naught has been before
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homemade jerky
03:49
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I’m looking out and it’s raining
But I’m inside with a home-brew and a uke
Lying down looking at the stars
Wondering should I sail away or find a farm?
Trays of soil line my windowsill
And I’ve got homemade jerky in a mason jar
See I think that drying your own meat
Is almost punk enough to justify eating steak
But probably I’m just making up excuses...
So I can tell my conscience to fuck off
Last night I had a conversation
Are my ideals idealistic or am I just buying in?
Well I don’t know hope I don’t sound pretentious
But I like to think I take care of myself
But probably I’m just making up excuses...
So I don’t have to follow stupid rules
I’m not trying to save the world because I know I fucking can’t
I don’t have answer no I don’t have a cure I just want good friends
I’m not trying to save the world it’s the world that’s killing me
Growing carrots in our garden but I’ll knock out all your teeth
If you don’t let me be
I’m done making excusing for being a shitty person
No one asks for reasons when I’m nice
I’m done trying to remind you that you are just like me
I wish that we could cut all this bullshit and just be honest
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geophagia Seattle, Washington
Anarcho-folk punk collective, blending punk rock, beer and direct action in no particular
order.
collective includes:
vincent - guitar/vox
kiran - mandolin/vox
luke - guitar/vox
z - accordian/vox/mouth piano
mara - live drums
greg - cello
guests:
rye - drums
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