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The Great Harvest
03:31
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Look ye upon the field in which I grow my fucks
And see that it is lush, it is full
of a bounty so fair
If you pull up a chair such a harvest to share
Let those who have ears hear closely the tales of woe and shame and rage and pain
And know that the harvest is great
We will pick from the trees of our kin
Mash the fruits of their labors
Drink freely again
Let the hate flow on through you and out once again
Let it drip through the farmhouse roof into the aloe that soothes your burns
May you learn and unlearn all the myriad ways that the world makes you earn
Let nothing diminish your love let it come from within or above let it be like a dove
And by that I mean common like the pigeons who graciously shit on us all
Let love fall right out of a clear summer sky let it land in your eye let it make you ask why
Feel it run down your face and get stuck in your hair let the smell of it tell you you’ll always know where
You stand with the other let the earth be your mother let all folks be your brothers and sisters let nobody cleave your heart from your gut and your mind turn your eyes toward the field and behold
That the harvest is great
And we got plenty of fucks to give
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No matter what we do or say
We’ll never find a way
To ever make them pay
We’ll never breathe the air we
Had as kids
Cause no one flipped their lids
As they so boldly did
The worst thing possible
They saw the signs and yet
They placed a bet in debt
And now we hold our breath
And choke on early death
Maybe the future holds
Some deus ex of gold
But I am early old
And slowly growing cold
If I choose early sleep
My love would surely weep
So rail against the creeping
Doom that haunts my dreams
There could be justice still
Before the children kill
Or die and foot the bill
These stanzas drowned by shills
But I can’t simply stop
These words are just a drop
An ocean moving slow
And so the story goes
A simple seed is sown
And let the ideas grow
The fever pitch has blown
As fires burn your home
Don’t let me kill the vibe
I breathe am still alive
Let those with ears arrive
At truth poetically supplied
We’re all gonna die…!
Well…
Someday, alright…
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Heat, light, brilliant silence when we meet
The finality and obscenities that leak out when you breathe
Half truths fly like snow white weight over open fields we’ll never walk again
An albatross dead but somehow flying home to warmer skies like
Wind, let it begin, feel the breeze caress your deepest fears
And stoke the coal that lets your worship save you the trouble of facing up to spitting in the face of your love.
Drains your doves of blood to fill the sacramental cups
Raise your toast to respectable villains, gentlemen all
Weeds growing stilted beings
Dirty your feet and discover the meaning of speaking truth to power
Breathe deeply in your final hours, dogwhistle us your funeral dirge
The Other denied will defy and decry and survive despite your evil words and all your
Heat, light and brilliant silence
Shine like iron, piercing wrists and feet
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Mama's Woes
01:55
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Steal her bones to build your houses
Now she’s oozing in your drain pipes
Kill her children just for trying to make it through these long nights
Scattered footprints leaving traces
Where you had no business being
In the first place, as your own pace
Cracks and screws the pooch
Yea you’ve betrayed ‘em
Yea you’ve betrayed ‘em
Yea you done it now
Sip her for a tonic let her freshen up your weekend
As the things you only dreamed of hit that spot that you been saving
And come again and come again and drink beside her waters
Bring a filter and a fire
Cast the demons out you put there
In the first place
The demons that you put there in the first place
And oooooooh
She’s coming home soon
Better clean your room for real this time
She’s at the door
and she ain’t smiling
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The Scorned Bride
03:27
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When I was a young man I played with fire
And for a time, the flame it danced bright in my eyes
But then my greed grew past desire
And how that ember swiftly flies
And as I shivered in the wreckage
Of what I thought was promised land
Start pointing fingers but then I realized
The torch was always in my hand
The scorned bride will give back tenfold
All that she receives
She'll flip tables and drown the masses
If it'll bring her some reprieve
Quiet and with method
Does her vengeance strike the land
You might follow and be forgotten
At her wrathful hand
She gonna melt your heart with a fearful gaze ain't seen nothin' like it in all of your days
When I was a young man I played with fire
And for a time, the flame it danced bright in my eyes
But then my greed grew past desire
And how that ember swiftly flies
And as I shivered in the wreckage
Of what I thought was promised land
Start pointing fingers but then I realized
The torch was always in my hand
She's gonna melt my heart with a fearful gaze ain't seen nothin' like it in all of my days
Well I've traveled far and I've traveled near and ain't nowhere ever felt more like home than here
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6. |
Fraternity of Murderers
02:15
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They told us that regicide
Was a lie
We should try
Buying high
Something nice
Never let the news cycle get you down
So we got
New jeans
Muffled screams
Heard a shot
Better not
Make a scene
Ever present bystander kinda thing and damn
It’s just another name
We’ll forget
Racking up a grief debt
Never let
The other’s pain
Inconvenience you in any way
No matter what I say I swear
This fraternity of murderers seems to be
Here to stay, chickenshits on replay, barely punished drawing pay
Murderers keep telling me
I’m in the way, always gotta play their games
Never thought I’d see the day, no way to live down the shame
So let’s get
Live streams
Like laser beams
First amendment on the scene
Doing fine
I got time
Put your scruples on the line
Be checking in
We’re all kin
So why the hell you stopping him
We’re tired of it can’t you see so get your hands up offa me you
Murderers who seem to be
Here to stay, chickenshits on replay, barely punished drawing pay
Murderers keep telling me
I’m in the way, always gotta play their games
Never thought I’d see the day, no way to live down the shame
Talking heads keep digging up and punching down ain’t surprised a bunch of clowns motha-lickas giving cops the reach around
Boot leather never tasted so good
Boot leather never musta tasted so good I'm saying
Boot leather better taste just so good 'cause
Front pew on Sunday
Praise the state on Monday
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7. |
Be No Slave
02:00
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No man should be a slave
Not even for twenty days
Or a dishonest wage
He should have his say
Keep stoking that fire, believe
Something beyond what those judges can see
Justice should always come free
The 13th ain’t what we need
No man should be a slave
Not to make your license plates
The book says to cultivate the seed
And despite your lust and greed
The world has seen your deeds
Watergate’s just the first levee
But so well did you fix their chains
While spouting some moral claim
Societal growing pains
And not your ancient shame
No man should be a slave!
Not even for twenty days
Or a dishonest wage
They should have their say
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Moral Androgyny
01:21
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"Hahaa, you look like a girl."
Am I a pretty girl, to you?
Does it matter? Doesn't matter.
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Sacred Acres
02:08
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Someday I’d like to own my own piece of stolen land
So I’m saving up my money just as best as I can
But every day it seems like someone asks me for my change
And I just give it all away, never have my home on the range
But I always have the secret corners of my heart
With those sacred acres I will never part
And so when it all doesn’t go according to plan
I’ll have a place to take it easy while I still can
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Since I was small I always thought I’d have to
stop drop and roll
Brave the flames to save my mortal soul
But little did I know
So little did I know
Surely I’d brave those flames to save grandma and sister
Grab grandpa's guitar and not worry about my blisters
But never once did it occur to me
To fear the men I might meet
While running for my life
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Something Impossible
03:49
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There’s no song I could sing to bring peace on earth
But every day I try and
Figure it out
Every morning when I rise I try and dream a little dream
Something impossible
A hopeful, peaceful scheme
But it seems there’s no words could be said
Nor a hymn to be sung in perfect harmony
No number to take while you sit and you wait
No treaty to be broken by the hubris of state
So I got no statement to give and no number to call
No way to remember the ones who gave all
No altar we used to burn up all our dreams
No probable cause for the evil we’ve seen
So as sure as the silver that’s lining these clouds
As sure as the chorus of coyotes howl
As sure as the engines our fathers will wield
As sure as the mothers arm in arm line the field
There’s a wheel set in motion that cannot be stopped
Though it slows and it hesitates and needs your weight behind it
So stoke a furious fiery love that burns away your hate
Let clean and unclean things thrown into those flames
Replace your shame
So never again
May there never need to be songs sung to bring peace on earth
Because it’s already here
So every morning when you rise, just try and dream a little dream
Something impossible
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14. |
The Boots Song
02:03
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Well it's high high time that I laced up my boots
Started marching for what I think the world oughta be
And it's just fine if I don't see the fruits
I'm marching for the children coming after me
What does it mean to plant the seed
Of a tree whose shade you might not ever see
Where would we be without the deeds
Of those who died before their dreams came true
So grab your shoes, time to pay your dues
People you have never met are fighting so hard for you
So don't sit back yet, or hedge your bets
Don'tcha wanna die without any regrets?
So yea it's high high time that I laced up my boots
Started marching for what I think the world oughta be
And it's just fine if I don't see the fruits
I'm marching for the children coming after me
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Matti Joy Bend, Oregon
Semi-Pro Gardener and Recording Artist due to COVID19
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