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Great Vapour. Majority Nothing.

by DiscoAbsurdo

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1.
PREFACE 02:35
Endlessly printing off wealth Imaginary economic stealth To move through this financial war-zone Cuz this is the war at home More dollars to fight it off But the bills are never paid off To close our debt, We open new accounts To pay off the balance incurred by and attached to, Our imaginary money, We just make more of it, Each play dollar coming with more indebtedness To a system designed to pulverize There’s no skill in recognizing The loss Born standing on negative, that’s no deficit That’s a rigged game, worse and worse Steadily bloating the winning purse Fake plastic value Rising and boiling, Seething under the pressure of our emptiness Burning those left with the raw end When the music stops And the axe drops And there’s nowhere to go, nothing to do When you see it’s all a crapshoot You understand the signs See the wolves around your share Like you’re so damn innocent, We’re all in the game, like it or not Our shares belong to those who split the hairs It’s all house money We don’t own anything but what we owe Hold it while you can, Till it’s the next player’s turn And we retire to our urns Burned up By the passing of time And the rotation of a dime Be blessed by the God We Trust And the more we make, the less we’ve got Pull it out, sons of capital Make your last withdrawal Hide it in your mattress, and see where it goes No such thing as buying power And look where we are, Past the brink, A whole new stage past the era of indebtedness To a system so perfectly perverted As to ensure a constant balance owed You think I’m a bit verbose Sophomoric and petty, Youthfully angry But I’m past it, and you gotta understand I’m MAD AS HELL and I’ve got nowhere to land Nothing under my feet Just the clanging sound of an endless machine It goes on beyond foreclosure Scooping up some radically inverted value Till we all know, and all we see, Is the monster who put us on our knees And I don’t care who doesn’t hear me I’m letting go of what grips me For what it’s “worth” Open up the gates of hell Cuz I’m buzzing to you Through my irrevocable miserable MINISTRY OF HATE I wanna burn down the whole damn state I’m no extremist It’s the most sensible thing I’ve said so far So long to this calamity I’ll see you in eternity A bleak, blackened, burned out star
2.
Fogger 04:22
Everything Weighs down on my thick gray skull Everybody Is in a commercial Whispered assault on me, Soft shooter attack my dreams, Everything everywhere tear down these shreds of potential Is all of the noise we make eternal? Or is it just internal? (This quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet circle) Stand up and scream something Try to believe something Nothings worth dreaming When we just lay here seething With frustration This n/a nation We’re so impatient We see through our own application Some of us embrace it But everyone of us deep down hates it When they spray that soothing fog along our own rooftops And in my circle I can’t trust no one Cuz you never know who sympathizes with the sleepy cronies of the devil It’s just a puzzle So don’t get sentimental No such thing as the golden years We were always sweating fear So tie up them steel toes, and go make a blow To someone’s ego We’re just a puddle Open up them clouds and could’s, do what you know you should We’ll rain down on more than their parade, it’s their charade that we’re after No more conspiring laughter Break something, break everything, Break somebody’s wall down (And we’re hot off their heels, We don’t even know what to feel, Unless somebody tells us)
3.
When it comes to politics I don’t exist When it comes to things like this, It’s always hit or miss I don’t vote, I don’t put in my time I can’t stand that old sinking line About Everyone counts, well who counts everyone I don’t count, and I’ll be damned if I’m the only one Funny you should say That they count on my dismay Maybe that’s why My pride has all died Maybe that’s why I don’t care to this day Maybe that’s why I’ve got nothing to say Maybe that’s why I don’t know my own cue But there’s something important that I get from you Call it a notion, or call it a gift, Call it what you want, I don’t know what it is Not even a voice, but the freedom to speak Not even a breath, but the space to breathe I go In and out, then back in again Out and in, then back out again Thoughts run, mostly of disgust Rusty burnt mind, incapable of trusting them In and out, then back in again Out and in, then back out again Thoughts run, mostly of disgust Rusty burnt mind, incapable of trusting them I don’t think anyone counts, I think Corporate Just does what it wants in the name of democracy, I.e. the so-called free, And up until now, we’re just sleepy cows Grazing brain-dead with no way out Nor a will to stand up together and shout Or trample those who caused this fraction Less than indecisive, didn’t even see a cause for action I’m not mad that I don’t care I don’t bother, speak thinner than air I’m not upset that I have a dead mind The word is absurd, I don’t want a new kind It’s cynics like me who rejoice today And the pocketed rulers who we’re about make pay up Take back time that was never realized Our electric rage was always generalized In and out, then back in again Out and in, then back out again Thoughts run, mostly of disgust Rusty burnt mind, incapable of trusting them In and out, then back in again Out and in, then back out again Thoughts run, mostly of disgust Rusty burnt mind, incapable of trusting them Time flies when you’re on the run, Flee from the One, rescue our sons and daughters Free fall the fun, we won’t be their engine fodder Water to some, but our pride will not be swallowed They try to tell us how to access the excess But all we really do is hustle for the hassle They try to tell us how to pick up their mess They blame us for the catatonic jadedness They try to tell us how to access the excess But all we really do is hustle for the hassle They try to tell us how to pick up their mess They blame us for the catatonic jadedness They try to tell us how to access the excess But all we really do is hustle for the hassle They try to tell us how to pick up their mess They blame us for the catatonic jadedness They try to tell us how to access the excess But all we really do is hustle for the hassle They try to tell us how to pick up their mess They blame us for the catatonic jadedness Spoiler alert, I’m an absolute fool But I’m no tool of either side I make it a rule never subscribe To either pre-stored interest group In the polemical diatribe They nourish us with chloroform, From the very day we’re born, And our births coincide With an absolute dependence on the products That make us dead inside Cuz after we bathed in The kool-aid then We slowly died And all that is air congeals solidified We live a second time And all our deepest desires hosed down, They cleanse our minds Deep, deeply inside, But not so deep that you cannot find We all just want to be Just want to be Just want to be And you, you let me be And in so being From the space of your freeing I let go and unleash everything I’m disagreeing Free fall the fun my friend, and open up the seeing Not just heavy clever slogans, Loaded with emotions, But the realness of our brazen voices, Raising hell with our real choices Open up those hands inside your mouth And let your fingers do the walking through this burning house Take a tally of all the things you’re not seeing Create a list of all the absences that make our world more freeing The realness of our brazen voices Will open up those houses Open Now Open Now
4.
Surrender your cold, Lifeless, selfish soul To the sugar machine In your head in the hole There’s nothing I want more in this world Than to hang on for dear life The only thing worth living for Is to survive Oooh sugar I can’t live without it Don’t take it away from me Give it, give it, give it, give it Back to me, back to me, back to me, back to me I can’t live without it No, please don’t abandon me Don’t turn your, don’t turn your, don’t turn your, don’t turn your Back to me, back to me, back to me, back to me There’s nothing I want more in this world Than to get my money’s worth There’s nothing I want more of in this world Than to make a clean profit, oh there’s no such thing The only thing worth living for Is survival of the fittest I’m gonna take all that’s mine, may it be anything, Because it’s all mine, dirty nothing Don’t even look at me My soul needs a wipe down just from your proximity But you know, it can’t change, you know that? It’s everywhere all around us It’s my face, it’s my faith, deep inside me, deep inside my pocket It’s personal, it’s individual, it’s so sparklingly special It’s anything I want it to be It’s me But most importantly, It’s how I live, it’s how I breathe, it’s how I eat It’s how I sustain myself, and my family It’s what I teach, it’s what I preach (if I do) Every cent of it is old, But it’s always new (to me) It’s what I give, it’s what I have It’s everything, it’s the very basis of anything It’s my welfare, it’s my percentage, it’s my dream, it’s a cold reality It’s a ticket, it’s what you use to kick the bucket (in peace) It’s what I so desire it to be It’s a wire, that connects you to me, It’s the reason we know each other It’s what brings the family together Among other things, it’s my outer things It remains to be my insides My pride, my humility, my exasperation, my disability My crutch, my perpetual longing, my evil, evil machine My worst dream, my proverbial Dramamine Take away this nausea, existentially Because, my dear flat soul You haven’t seen nothing Yet Until you’ve flown a private jet But you know, it can’t change, really It’s all around me And it’s, you know, how I breathe There aren’t any other ways to breathe, you know? It’s the very flow of our economy, Greed (is) It’s this very breathe of speech, Where others talk, it walks And you can’t take it away, my dear, dear machine We couldn’t dream of a life without it It’s everything we’ve always relied upon Since our nation’s dawn, Hell, since the dawn of time, And it’s got to be mine Because it is The moment I see it It fits in my pocket It accommodates me, You mustn’t change a thing I demand, freely, the free exchange of goods, I.e. good health, a place to live, no more should’s and should not’s Regulation is no virtue, to yours truly, It’s a hindrance to my very freedom Once you see some People happily placing their very well being on the market You will see so easily The manifest destiny of which I speak It’s a free, freely exchanged world Of happy, human, hugely successful peace On this planet of MINE No time shall hinder my divine bloodline I can’t live without it Don’t take it away from me Give it, give it, give it, give it Back to me, back to me, back to me, back to me I can’t live without it No, please don’t abandon me Don’t turn your, don’t turn your, don’t turn your, don’t turn your Back to me, back to me, back to me, back to me And so we see, that if we develop fully The psyche of the starvingly desperate, Clingingy raving, Lunatistically enslaving Capitalistically fearful For the future Man of the presently manifest Lunacy of selfishness We understand his need to stay on top It’s his very well being, is it not? Pity the wealthy, and all that they are not, Namely free to wander beneath the men in charge Carefreely accepting what they see Namely the hell that is life for you and me This is what he cannot see Blessed are those with sight And eternally damned are those with not a plight to be seen Their loaded share is about to be drained Just the way they drained you and me The way we struggle day to day to make ends meet While one of us rubs their feet Take your shoes off, everybody And prepare to meet your destiny It’s an unwritten path, no one dares to write down Our voices are our swords and pens Women and men Stand up and howl, AMEN
5.
Every day I go to a job, It’s not my job, it’s somebody else’s I just fill in for the man Who’s sick of doing it Plant myself down in a chair And fill in the role I’m prescribed To receive my weekly allowance To pay my bills And I’m not ill over it But it’s not me Not even supposed to be See, I’m just a commodity Sell my labor to the higher bidder Going once, and going gone And I assume that people know That when I’m not at work, I’m still me In fact, when I am at work, I’m not me Just a pair of hands and ears like anybody Once I leave I regain creativity But for whatever silly means I can’t tell people that Or I’m made to feel guilty Cuz I don’t obsess over What moves without me Cuz I don’t obsess over What moves without me I’m not obsessing over What moves without me I won’t obsess over it I won’t obsess over What moves without me Cuz I tell em: Life goes on when you close your eyes I know mine does I close my eyes every Monday at nine I open em up every Friday at five Life goes on when you close your eyes We’ll Always Have our Weekends Weekends We’ll Always Have our Weekends And I’m gonna need more than that each week I’m up for sale for longer than I sleep I’m not gonna sleep in two days a week Then say, time’s up, time to go be bleak Oh, but sit down, listen to yourself, so angry all the time This is life, que sera I know it feels like it’s the end But it’s just a means toward one Don’t get all soggy eyed Don’t blink all fast Like you don’t remember when you saw me last And don’t be astonished if you start to do well Bargaining your liberty for the highest sale But don’t pull strings to stop that Just allow it to such a degree That you can make it to Friday still in one piece And I’m well aware that I sound like I’m giving in to something, Allowing it all to happen to me, to us Just for the sake of the little shred of dignity I get from Friday to Sunday, Convenient for me, And I’m like so many others “I can’t make it to your general strike, I have work in the morning” And I won’t say it doesn’t conflict in me, That I’m not willing to lose my job To camp out in the cold Cuz that’s where I’d be anyway If not for the man who gives me my pay every Tuesday And I don’t have time to reconcile anything, When I’m making my tiny ends meet I can’t even think on my own feet And I wonder If ever You and I Can escape This nowhere zone of financial straits But you know what they haven’t taken away, It’s not our dignity, not our self-respect, Cuz they certainly keep our prides in check But there’s one little thing we still have today And we’re gonna let them take it, It’s little and it’s stupid to some, And not everyone has it, But a lot of us do, us lucky ones, I’ll tell you what it is: We’ll Always Have our Weekends Weekends We’ll Always Have our Weekends Come Friday night, I don’t have to be an automaton, I don’t have to take pride in what they take from me, I can just be me, I can be the real me, open up my real power, My real liberty So tell em, tell em: Life goes on when you close your eyes I know mine does I close my eyes every Monday at nine I open em up every Friday at five Life goes when you close your eyes We’ll Always Have our Weekends Weekends We’ll Always Have our Weekends That’s not enough Really not so much I need more than that I’m tearing my time back Right Now
6.
Run Away from the ones who put a mark on you Tear it up Get away from the ghosts who love on you There will be no turning back They programmed our pleasure, and they know what we lack Snap those foggy claws Off your darkest, pettiest, most selfish desires FEAR BOILS UP INSIDE That Great, Pounding Vapor is never satisfied They’re not going home till they suck down our own They live inside each of us, set free by the breach in our souls Once a part of me, desperate ego grown in markets Now they use the ghost against my better judgment Kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it Burn the drones who fill me up I’m not giving in To the dampness, living in the pit of my soul No matter what they take from me You can’t take anything from me It’s all mine How’s that for selfishness I’m not gonna swallow my pride Don’t you even think about taking that away from me Not, not for you Never for you You ugly, slimy machine I’m alive And I’m not giving in To the gaping, desperate souls of myself Hijacked for the sake of a corporate wealth I’m alive And I’m not giving in To the gaping, desperate souls of myself Hijacked for the sake of a corporate wealth I’m alive And I’m not giving in, and I’m not giving in (not giving in) I’m alive And I’m not giving in, and I’m not giving in I’m alive And I’m not giving in, I’m not giving in I’m alive And I’m not giving in, and I’m not giving in I’m alive And I’m not giving in, no I won’t give in I’m open, I’m open, I’m open, I’m open (Kill it, kill it, kill it) (I’m alive And I’m not giving in)
7.
Soeur 03:36
8.
Many thousands of minutes ago, I refused to let it lie Many thousands of minutes went by, But still I couldn’t go I didn’t know Yet, What I do now, I didn’t see it The long way down, Towards the slope upward Opening up the bridge that divides Us all Into separate sections, separate actions To and from we are told we can with ease Travel to meet On humble bended knee Representatives of the others With whom we are to find our newer selves But why bother, When the orders clearly state Move up and break Those shackles we have placed Upon thee Or else be Condemned to poverty Mediocrity Nobody Loves an ancient one, outdated one Sitting on his son’s knee Asking where the world went While sonny boy with ears bent Listens to your cries Whimpers to himself This is something just less than hell Something else Entirely Not quite as unforeseen But nagging to you Whispering in your coma Come with me Or else, the mantra states Don’t bother with your miserable life We don’t So let it be known across these lands Unless one stands To put us down Then all around us Let the millions lie In lullabying sounds And quiver your ecstatic sigh Reign on nothing, glory on high A crusty kind of misery For thee Unless you stand up to me It’s the trillion dollar question No aces up no sleeves Just a solemn sounding bet A standing threat That you will never deliver revenge That you will never exact it Never take back what you yourselves produced And if you do, we’ll have your clotted head Miserable little coma, quiet staggering little soldier Of life’s misplaced promises Dishonest of you to think I should keep them Empty pillows and vapor drenched minds laid on em Don’t be so solemn, poor thing You’re nothing None of you Lay on your backs and sing To yourselves There will never be anything else But this, my all, was before I saw What I see The great nothing majority, Calling all to become Everything Nothing no more, with the score even now No more bleeding Our voices out Our choices are so devout To the free development of human beings Everywhere Killing off this dying nightmare Shot dead in the eyes Because we always fall right before we rise
9.
Open my mouth, then Open Open my mouth, then Open Open my mouth, then Open Open my mouth, then Open Many a moment I can’t say a thing People talk like they can’t sing People say don’t walk the walk Just say what you want but don’t open the lock Or you’ll be martyred like an evil Don’t jump up just hop a little They’ll get the point Your point will come across Just because you’re cross at the system Doesn’t mean it needs to burn you on one But that’s what’ll happen If you’re mouth is unhinged And you start to say things Just a lotta bit out there I don’t mean to split hairs But there’s a line to be walked And some times I sing like I can’t talk And then you say, “who’re these lazy neophiles Just wanna brand new everything, not content with anything Occupy a park? Occupy a campus? Why don’t they occupy congress? Occupy parliament, Or occupy the whole damn government?” And I say, I’m on board my friend, We’re not even half way to where we wanna be Cuz we don’t even have a map yet Let alone a way to enact it Something to work toward We don’t even know what we’re looking for But we know we’re looking Searching, with almost no eyes We never even realized we were blinded We just thought it was dark in here But I’ve gotta say something to you too, my friend “Don’t close your mind to the methods we have today Just because you see a better way Don’t be so bitter about it Your hostility towards the tactics enacted Betrays a resentment toward the causes for our actions Don’t try and close my mind I’m open Start fresh Sisters and brothers in unrest Undress your notions Open up your commotion Don’t just save the ocean, save the people from it This is not a steeple summit, but a freebie moment So grab it while it’s hot Cuz it’s not Going away any time soon Not as long as this monsoon Of fire Burns to wash away the wasteland Of never fulfilled promises Never wants it to wash all away But just prays to the CEO to tell him what day Will I get paid for my sins I did an awful job this week And I’m not being tongue in cheek, I mean it honestly And perhaps I’m a lotta bit general when it comes to my rage But although it’s generalized It’s never generic This is some homegrown revolting rhetoric Cuz this is my controlled chaos, This is my uprising, Angry, fiery, furious, indignant with integrity Don’t look at me That way, cuz I’m past the point when it’s just cool to rebel Oh hell it’s the human condition Now I’ve got egg on my face But I’m throwing off the yoke And everything is a joke except the fact that it’s funny And it’s about to get sunny in here Cuz the light of an unknown truth hits my eyes And it’s not a realization but a slow surmising A ghostly uprising, slow motion explosion No chorus, it’s all a bitter build up I’ll tell you what I resent, But you better not lament the day you asked me to say it I’ll ask you politely not to pay it forward Just let it linger on your eardrums Let it play it’s angry beat on your tongue And let it make you come undone With angry faith in nothing, The cause is something Opening up our hearts are already so unsung So let it fester at you Let it listlessly restlessly bother you Till you open up your mouth And let it consume your fiery insides Your mind wants it your ears pulsate on it Let your eardrums bleed out the evil wishes Of an economic heretic I want to grab every woman and man Occupying our machine Controlling the levers of our mechanical misery And tear off their limbs in an overwhelming ecstasy Burn up the blood on the floor Of their machine room I wanna scream my last and first scream of birth I am entirely undone in an overwhelming all-encompassing World renouncing agonizing rage against their machine Of everyday Everyday I walk right into it and learn The burning truth That this world was never meant for me Never meant for anybody, Except by way of robbery Our genocidal killing sprees Have blossomed into cold civil wars Against the demands of the poor Or anyone at all needy, who threatens to undermine The all powerful pull Of the bear vs. the bull
10.
I’m choking On your anagram You bleed me With your numbers scam I’m getting Mixed messages You can’t confuse me I know what your con is Play opposite To your cold truth I know that it’s The only thing you do I understand Your golden strategy You say boot straps I say corporate monarchy Don’t touch me anymore I just wait to crush you And I can’t take it anymore But I don’t want to touch you Don’t touch it It’s my secret little switch It’s golden like everything around me Asking for it Don’t ask for it Please, I’m begging you, Ask me now What I think about You and your number games Golden number games Golden switch like everything around me Swelling with hateful desire It’s a burning tire with thick bloody smoke surrounding And it ain’t done till it’s done, sons of capital I’m not the havin fun one, I’m the get it done one Cuz getting it done can be a good time When what I’m getting done is takin back what’s mine They say “don’t waste my time” But it’s not their dime it’s on, it’s mine So give it back crooks! Sophisticated beggars, pathetic con artists And I don’t have to be the smartest Dummy in the room to see this That they have the deepest Pockets But it never leaves those 63 wallets And the shallowest souls Well I don’t know from whence I came But I know my own goals So clearly And it’s not too early To set up shop on a mountain top Screaming the arrival of their decline Cuz I’m outside the picket line But I’m inside the 99 (This is my burnin line) Don’t touch me anymore I just wait to crush you And I can’t take it anymore But I don’t want to touch you Hypothetical Dollar bills Just print em off the skin of our teeth It’s an inside job Such a crippling success Gives a whole new meaning to the term bank robber Human criminal Little selfish beast Though your collar’s dove white Your cuffs’re coated red In a sad, sad way I feel no sympathy For the pain of your guilt will never rescue me I’m just a nothing, but I’m more than you I’m just a nothing, but I’m more than you I’m just a nothing, but I’m more than you I’m just a nothing, nothing is still more than you Every bit of nothing in my hands You’re asking for it Deeply pleading with my hands Oh, sweet sugared up con man suckin down the fat of our land Prepare yourself for my sweet hot burning ball of fire, man Open up Open up Now close it down Open up Open up Now close it down I’m just a nothing, but I’m more than you I’m just a nothing, but I’m more than you I’m just a nothing, but I’m more than you I’m just a nothing, nothing is still more than you Don’t touch me anymore I just wait to crush you And I can’t take it anymore But I don’t want to touch you Hypothetical Dollar bills Just print em off the skin of our teeth It’s an inside job Such a crippling success Gives a whole new meaning to the term bank robber Human criminal Little selfish beast Though your collar’s dove white Your cuffs’re coated red In a sad, sad way I feel no sympathy For the pain of your guilt will never rescue me I’m just a nothing, but I’m more than you I’m just a nothing, but I’m more than you I’m just a nothing, but I’m more than you I’m just a nothing, nothing is still more than you
11.
Can the words give you anything Beyond a strained ego? Can the words give you anything Past a trampled soul? Can anyone help you When you’re sick of helping yourself? Have you ever seen an open door Empty? After the machine’s eclipse Will its rays of darkness not reappear As though the momentary blockage Was just its own yawn, Tired, after a long century of blocking us? Or will we prolong the inevitable backlash, Only to revert, after much deliberation? Or will it even come to such? Perhaps we will fizzle out? A fading fad? A fashion statement, now outdated? Like our parents’ tie-dye shirts? Doesn’t it hurt, To think of bleeding into nothingness again? Should we use that forethought of pain, To make sure we enact An absence we can sustain? And is it still an absence, If it only allows everything we always wanted? Everything our hearts have always plotted? The future is fearful for us, Calling all to a sounding and resounding Sometimes we let ourselves believe That we can take what we want What is ours’ But do we know what that is? To that scared, shaking voice, I ask Do we need to? Not yet, breaking voice But we’ll know it when we see it.

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Layout design and artwork by Michael Crigler www.michaelcrigler.com

A million thanks to AJ, the thirdo Absurdo.
A special thank you, boiling over, to Pepe the Cavedwelling Bandit, and his lovely Cavedwelling partner, Lee. Bandits are love.

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released January 1, 2013

DiscoAbsurdo are
Morris: synths, beats, guitars
Olson: vox, guitars

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Experimental electronic duo who met online in March 2009, have not inhaled since. Synths, beats, guitars by Morris via Norfolk, UK. Vox by Olson via NYC. After self-releasing several EP's, and rotating on UK-based Internet radio shows like BBC Norfolk Introducing, DA released an EP and full-length on netlabel Misspelled Records. Since 2012 proud members of the DIY Bandits collective family. ... more

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