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Raina

by DiscoAbsurdo

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Who’s ready with a big, smiling matchbook? The only thing good in this world is fire Ready, steady turning love; catch it like a burning tide Big title of our wave it ain’t new or undecided Turn the tap and open fire; drink the well that empties you It’s a rickety, crickety world Take us in with open flames Promise me you’ll never let go of that desire Cuz the only good things in this world are on fire Push it, and lack like this Radical promise Not a lackluster bliss It’s your blockbuster wish When your account is in the negative, son You gotta quickdraw some Trigger happy, finger snappy fun Yeah, the dishes’re done man! Cuz we’re blocking out all their in’s And I’m so damn devout to this radical sin Sideways fist in the vultures’ face Warm floorboards in an empty room But a post-it music note in the new space I’m about to burn up some vocal chords So forget about a payment plan I’ll reap my own damn rewards Cuz when the afterlife is earthly, it’s an easy lesson Only heathens ever go to heaven The only thing good in this world is fire Ready, steady turning love; catch it like a burning tide Big title of our wave it ain’t new or undecided Turn the tap and open fire; drink the well that empties you It’s a rickety, crickety world Take us in with open flames Promise me you’ll never let go of that desire Cuz the only good things in this world are on fire Good god helps only those who help themselves to the First helping, last supper Re-sold to the unwilling seller Guess you got the better By force In time You steady recline Keep us in the attica Feed us erratic Stuff the ageless taxidermy Gargoyle Of millions of meaningless dimes Earnt and burnt nickels While dollar’s on the dole An origami fold Am I supposed to show concern For the decline Of the master I’m all the while inclined to burn? I think I know, you Grandfather tick tock Timebomb, tip toe Through the trick noose Blissful shock in an empty parking lot So goes the thought: I will kill you all with just the one shot It’s ever returnable, eternal murder I’ll read to you further, just renew the burner It’s no use You can call truce on abuse Don’t cut off the hands they use, Untie the noose on you, Loosen but don’t remove You’re right to be confused Who knows what you could lose? The only thing good in this world is fire Ready, steady turning love; catch it like a burning tide Big title of our wave it ain’t new or undecided Turn the tap and open fire; drink the well that empties you It’s a rickety, crickety world Take us in with open flames Promise me you’ll never let go of that desire Cuz the only good things in this world are on fire Don’t marshal your desire, put the heat up higher Keep the ire burning steady, everybody’s always ready to burn (The only thing good in this world is fire) (Singe the economy, have a thrill for free Cuz dollar bills are so offensive to me)
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We are the losers of this Digital Age The winners within this seminal stage Of destructive development Every single age can feel it Just like this Reverberating cage-breaking Rat Of undeniable indifference And we’re going nowhere Which is always everywhere you look You see the turning page upon you Grab that hook, and cross that glare We are the cross-haired leaders Of tomorrow’s lesser days It’s never any better than the day before today We are the unambiguous forward-straightening strain of ambivalence We’re the having fun ones who always get it done And we gently and explosively And ever so fucking compulsively welcome you To the club of none There is NO ONE without a key to this dungeon Basement in your cultural backyard mental shed of broken yards And smokin’ records We all spoke in a rapid tongue, produced the golden ticket to the backward renaissance So few uncovered in your reconnaissance mission So that only you can be recovered in your own top-secret recognizance glisten Like a sweaty glowing over flowing head over towing Under toe the heeling Unfulfilling Un-defusion It means we made the bomb go off in your constant bruising Indefatigable steady confusion Doesn’t need to be that confusing you just need to state your name and rank And file these records private enterprise me I don’t care so just surprise me Now you can’t interrupt me Here you can’t shut me up Now you can’t shut me in All up in myself I’m outside your Brazen hell And now I’ll have you Listen to me I’ll have you know That you will only Reap the rewards Of what you so utterly soberly sow You Only hear the mouths So utterly unsewn Now no longer unknown You can only fear The unheard Take a slow breath And breathe me in Cuz here you can’t interrupt my unforgiving Unrelenting unspun and unforgiven Homespun singalong, this unforgotten Anthem song of liberty lashed upon its broken spine A new hymn of unbroken unrelenting freedom goes unspoken Only your heart’s broken In an unopened casket of undone freedom We’re not done till we’ve freed our open hearts and minds And now you can’t interrupt my solid, sturdy spine Of windchimes utterly unspoken in a wheel so spinning still goes around Knows the way the weathermen blew the wind Right down Deep into our dirt ground Open up the all around Gather round this freedom sound Open up that inner hole Within your insides Your hole is the only soul you need To fight off the preemptive vultures Who feed on your cold, sagging soul Open up that nothing in the center of your goal In the middle of your civilized barber era Here stands a scavenger in your midst She’s something you had missed He’s something you had pissed on A paeon A burned up totem pole Is all our soul survives on He’s in your midst And she don’t accept that golden fisticuff you all call truth And the we is nothing more, not less Than me and you Your nothing is everything to me It’s a loud, reverberating silence Grabs its own forgiveness Denies existence to those who Furnished it With the nothing that now feeds it Deep within your burning furnace You choke the goldface man The millionaire march of marketplace freedom Shot from a watchtower Didn’t see em coming Didn’t even fear the wrath of boldfaced empty and elastic Minds that don’t muddle in your meddling But bring it to its own natural ending Now the warden begs your pardon But you take no prisoners Cuz the bitch said Having heeded What the man said And the devil said Having heeded what the man said What the bitch said And the man said Having heeded what the godhead commanded That the bitch said Let them eat cake-bread Then she ate that too Yeah, she took that too Never meant for me and you You can’t blame them Keepers of the dirty trough Binge you, and they purge your worth The worth they decide for you Cough It up Dug their fingers down your mouth Never was a petting zoo Always was a slaughterhouse What’d you think? Rat in a cage? Rodent through a maze? Smart enough? Cat and mouse is accurate. Flip the switch Lights out You’re done with it. She’s through with you. The wire’s snipped. The cord is cut. Cut the red one, not the blue one. They’re all blue. She’s through with you. We cut all the cords. Hand it over, nice and slow. Sudden moves. Go to hell. Nothing like an alarm. Just whistles and bells There’s nothing else. Just whistles and bells. It’s all a show. Until you’re finished feeding on our souls. All our holes are all the souls we need To finish off the foolish fuck ups Feeding on our souls Nice and slow. Hand it over. Nicely done. It’s never over. Always colder. After all your murder’s handed over. Have a colder shoulder. Yes, you wish. But I wouldn’t let go if your miserable little life depended on it. And it does, so I won’t let go. Not if all your miserable life depended on it. I won’t let go of your miserable life. Depends upon my promise Not to let go of your misery, not to let it go as if the Only promise I could make Would be To let go of your FOUL FACE Your ugly wit You killer accurate shot Grab your bulbous bullet train Within my grasp, between my faster fingers Fail to feel the wrath of all my brothers and sisters Stand upon YOUR EMPTY HEAD Bitch said, let em eat cake-bread Fuck the lot of em What’re you givin em? Why would you give to them? Let them eat loose ends Tie em up, goose heads Cut em off, noose friends Make an example Handing out samples of bloody face cripples It’s really that simple Doesn’t mean tadpoles Never grow padded soles Underneath cripple feet Quite a feet IT ENDS HERE I’M BIGGER THAN YOU Great big fool Unending and unendearing little feeble fears Inspire me to open up your simple feeble sewn up ears Simple feeble grown up creatures Limp around your lavish castle How beautiful your mask is That I should pay my taxes MY evil axis Is asking this: Need I nobler virtues, than never-do-well’s? How can I ever do well, when I’ve gotta pay you Just to quench my thirst, to have a sip From the well that already exists Within our grip, it’s within our grasp To rip our resources back From your ever-tightening grip I don’t wanna wear a mask I just wanna relax, I just wanna live I just wanna sit peacefully within a family Not have to worry About the money you ask for Just so I can live, just so we can be healthy, just so we can live I don’t wanna give to you anymore Just so you can steal what I hand over in exchange For living, Poor I don’t wanna give to you anymore It’s not handed freely anymore It’s handed over out of fear For my life But I don’t wanna be afraid anymore For my life And I don’t wanna sacrifice my life Just to live. I don’t wanna get by Underneath your watchful eye. I just wanna live. In solitary solidarity with the ones with whom I share my life. One of these days we’re get ourselves organizized. I’m tired now. Let me be. Allow me to be. Let me introduce a man up off his knees He still pleas for riddance, good. So long. For this calamity lasted far too long. Allow me. Let me be. I’m tired now. For trying then. Oh my god I’m fucking unending.
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about

Rebuilding, recovery, and relief for Hurricane Sandy is not only unfinished, it has yet to begin. Let’s stop waiting. We have no choice but to abandon hope in a Federal Agency that only refers us to loans programs. We cannot rely on something that denies us the assistance we ask for. Our hopes are unambiguously dashed; any ambiguity lies solely in the bureaucratic process of applying and reapplying and waiting and applying again. But sooner or later, whether we get the idea or not, the idea will get us: FEMA is not here to help us. Make no mistake, such a statement is ideologically neutral. The point is only to find help in a more effective organization: ourselves. Occupy Sandy has raised over 200,000 USD for relief to New Jersey, and over 900,000 USD for New York. Unfortunately, relief for other countries affected by the Hurricane have been slower going. While Occupy Sandy and InterOccupy have had a global impact on community resistance, political consciousness, and charity relief for Sandy, the grassroots, volunteer-based rebuilding group Friends Of The Rockaways have concentrated directly on hands-on relief for the Rockaway and Breezy Point areas of Queens, by reconstructing people's homes. In our own very small way, DiscoAbsurdo have attempted to help in the helping process. Since December of 2012, we’ve been raising money for the Occupy efforts in New Jersey, New York, and Haiti, with our charity release Potential For Light. While PFL will remain shining its bubbling blacklight upon the world, the transatlantic blister-fest known as DA have boiled up a brand new pot of fierce and fiery love-stew, the better to bowl you over with. Stream the love and donate to download (anything you can afford, but preferably two dollars or more). If you cannot afford a monetary donation, please share this link with anyone and everyone you know. Hurricane Sandy struck in October of 2012. In the minds of many, that’s an entire annual digit behind us. But please remember: the threat of forgetting the damage that’s not directly in front of our faces, is now the biggest, most potentially damaging threat of all. New Jersey Gov. Chris Christie would have you believe "we're stronger than the storm," but the fact is we weren't stronger than the hurricane, and kidding ourselves that we ever could be, is a dangerously hollow sentiment. What we are stronger than, is the machine that purports to assist, while demanding that we subsist on false hope. All proceeds (after bandcamp and paypal fees) will go directly to Occupy Sandy’s continuing efforts, as well as Friends Of The Rockaways.
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Occupy Sandy (NY & NJ)
interoccupy.net/occupysandy/donate/

Occupy Sandy Haitian Relief
www.wepay.com/donations/1554481153

Alliance for Global Justice
www.wepay.com/donations/41696

Friends Of The Rockaways
friendsofrockaway.org/about-us.html

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released June 19, 2013

Cover Artwork By Alison Czinkota.
akczinkota.tumblr.com

Special Thanks : Jessicat.

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DiscoAbsurdo AM, Brazil

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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