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Take another plastic cup
Send it out to the ocean with love
The styrofoam is bubbling up
But America can’t get enough
The cyclical and thoughtless waste
Is giving me an awful taste
My country’s now a famous place
Cause our dumps are running out of space
Can we please?
Notice the disease
There’s a virus at work
APATHY
Build your house of sticks or bricks
Hemp is how I’ll be getting my kicks
In that time so far away
When I can afford to buy land
Just a meagre moment ago
A man came up we did not know
Looking for some change or cans
Bet homelessness was not in his plans
The hungry they are crying quiet
Strung out on the corporate diet
Rich be getting richer, poor be staying poor
What all these empty houses for?
Can we please?
Look to these
People need
EMPATHY
You may wonder what we saying Get to dancing, while I lay it
If you smoke that’s ok, get an ashtray, the sewer’s not your throw away
The land is not your garbage bin Apathy’s this century’s sin
Only you control your choices cause the media work to suppress voices
People get on up and out! We’re faced with more than flood and drought
If apathy is who you are, I’d rather seal you up in a jar
Ship you off to the stormy sea, you’ll fit right in with the debris
I’d rather not go through all that, cause consciousness is where it’s at!
She walked into the restaurant like any other
I thought her to be just another customer
But I should not be so led by doubt
Cause she pulled her own tupperware right out
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Switchback
05:21
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B Triple Z
04:32
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Grasping straws and dusty bunny
Issues, tissues, nose is runny
But Binghamton’s the best when sunny
Heard you’ve got the whole world in your tummy
Give it back you greedy lawbreaker!
Trained to be a moneymaker
Always carry my light saber
Just incase I gotta break ya
Tip me over and pour me out
Here is my handle, here is my spout but
Funk’s alive and well there is no doubt
3,4,5,6,7 and up we count
Up up up up up up up up pa pa pa
Up up up up up up up up pa pa pa
Up up up up up up up up pa pa pa
Up up up up up up up up pa pa pa
Bernie (Old man) came to Broome to sweep
Dirty politics into a heap
No doubt we need reform but
Will we swarm or sink in the storm?
Take your life seriously
Take your life seriously, do you?
Take your life seriously times three
Corporate dollaz, pimp high ballers
Student debt but no role models
Climate shifting, voices drifting
Political system needs facelifting
Torture, war, and poverty will not cease without you and me
Get upset go out do something
Get your rest sit down do nothing
Get upset go out do something
Get your rest sit down do nothing
It’s a balance, and a challenge, and you’re gallant, and you matter
And you’re lovely, if you just be, if you just be, if you just bee
Bz z z z z z z zah, zah zah
Bz z z z z z z zah, zah zah
Bz z z z z z z zah, zah zah
Bz z z z z z z zah, zah zah
Life is violent, life is joyous
Life is full of (so many) fucking choices
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Adversity
04:44
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The World
04:34
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The Fly
05:24
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Have they landed?
Contacted the ground?
If you let it be, does it even make a sound?
Swat and stumble, anger builds.
Seem to multiply
Taunting and frustrating me, as it all goes awry
Violence may be all that I know
Putrid puking filth machine.
Look you in the eyes
Rub your hands together
Aiming to disguise
Privilege that you don't deserve- outside looking in.
Capitalizing upon the dead's misfortune.
Parasitic, sleazy city.
On a little mission, no indecision, oh sweet collision, comes to fruition.
Never! Never let you fly!
Who gets what they want?
Who gets to decide?
Size against qwantity!
Both of us will live and die!
Never! Never let you fly! Never! Never let you fly!
Violence may be all that I know.
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I-85
03:57
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Fractured off from the source of it all, destined to go with the flow then eventually fall
Gaining knowledge from the pieces you take, barreling onward now, oblivious of late
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Later Pollinator
05:42
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Switchback OG
03:20
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A young cypress against a star spackled sky,
Set an eerie backdrop for the feel of the night.
Pitifully lost a haphazard shot in the dark,
Realizing too late that I’ve missed my mark.
The mist hangs low as it traverses the slope making it clear,
If I want to roll with you I’ve got to play it off austere.
Coming up on a break, looks like the dead end of my last mistake.
Maybe our trails are right on track, the blazes reveal we pick up again at the switchback.
Glassy-eyed I will swallow my pride like I usually do,
Swinging with those demons to create a perception of a leveled out mood.
The origin of vanity
A reflection off a lake
Causing refraction in your course
Coarsely chopping at a space
A slated spot existing at the bottom of the neck
Sends an electrifying pulse like a charge at depth
Systematically nervous a deep instilled fear
Raised with the wool over our eyes never to be
Shear-stress forgone i’m beginning to hear the creak
Of my own drive to learn snapping past its peak
Coming up on a break, looks like the dead end of my last mistake.
Maybe our trails are right on track, the blazes reveal we pick up again at the switchback.
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The Mudlarks Binghamton, New York
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