1. |
Dawn, First Day
02:24
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Woke up dark in the early morning,
Stomach churning, body warning
Of a future I never thought I would face
Votes are all in, dawn is waking,
Fear is rising, hope is shaking,
Taken for granted and all but gone to waste
There's no way to undo what went wrong
The world is revolving, spinning bleakly on
And we can't escape the dawn,
We can't escape the dawn.
And my mother woke soon after,
Full of silence, void of laughter,
Shoulders heavy under the weight of dread
She could not believe what had transpired,
She could not sleep, regardless how tired,
Haunted by wailing of those soon to be dead
She said, "It's like a nightmare and I can't wake up,
"It hasn't even been a day and I've had more than enough."
But there's no way to undo what went wrong
And the world is revolving, spinning bleakly on,
And we can't escape the dawn,
We can't escape the dawn
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2. |
Pop
02:12
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This place is a mess
And here you are, just sitting in your pigsty,
Telling yourself that the world is gonna change
Just as soon as you grow a pair of wings and fly, well
This world will not rest
And you better not let yourself rest, either
There's no place to lie down in hell,\
You just gotta face the fire, Down to the wire
(Chorus)
If the world were tumbling in
Some massive tidal wave,
Wouldn't you want to do anything that you could to stop it?
Well, if you are living in
Any sort of bubble,
Now might be a better time than never to pop it
But what on earth can you do?
The fate of the world just doesn't boil down to you
And you've got shelter and money and food
And you don't really know why anything else has to bother you
But reality weighs on your bubble
Like a two-ton elephant ready to take a shit
And anyone else could see you're in trouble,
But you're too deep in your own peace to notice it
You gotta buck the fuck up
Let the shit rain on down like a waterfall
Let it wreck all the peace you've worked up
No time for vacation, you need a wake-up call
Give up your money, your patience, your time,
Your creativity, ability to make words rhyme
Or even just to make them mean something
Time to get some work done, time for some unfucking
(Chorus to end)
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3. |
Mountain Lion Song
01:42
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When the lions come down from the mountain,
When the lions come down from the mountain,
You better be prepared.
They'll be clawing at their bibles and screaming for blood
And swearing to their God by the strands of his dried, red hair
A lion came to me in my dreams,
Looked me dead in the eyes and did not make a sound
And I bolted up in a cold sweat before his paws left the ground.
When the lions come down from the mountain,
When the lions come down from the mountain,
What are you gonna do?
They'll be gunnin' for the trans girls and Muslims and queers,
And long before you can spot them, they'll come for you, too
I dreamt that white men came to me in my sleep
They said, "Hey, you fuckin' faggot, we're bringin' out the dead"
And they shot me and everyone that I loved right through the goddamn head.
Do you know what fear really means?
Does it linger over your head every single day?
Could you look a lion straight in the teeth, eh?
Do you really have what it takes?
And what would you say?
When the lions come down from the mountain,
When the lions come down from the mountain,
Where are you gonna go?
They won't rest until they get the world that they want
And that would be a world without most of us, you know.
I don't know about you,
But I'll stay right here 'cuz I've got something to prove
I'll stand my ground and show these feral motherfuckers
They'll never make me move.
So when the lions come down from the mountain,
When the lions come down from the mountain,
Be there.
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4. |
Drink Piss
01:37
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You're not my leader.
Your power don't mean shit to me
Your riches all will burn to ash
Your loyal leeches all will flee
And you will face accountability,
I swear, if it were up to me,
You'd have your own room all ready
In that steel hotel of misery.
Oh, drink vinegar,
Drink acid,
Drink piss out of your golden flasks
And choke on it
Until you cough up your own blood
All you can suffer won't be enough
To pay for all the shit you've done
And all the heinous lies you told to us,
But go on, why don't you lie to us again?
And tell us that we've set some precedent
For whatever the fuck it is you wanna do,
Because it's never coming back to you.
Wanna bet?
You're not my freedom.
No, you're not any fucking hero
You're a noise that no one wants to hear,
A pair of needles through the ears
You're a global embarrassment,
My patience for you is well spent,
And I can't keep up with the pace
At which you're tearing us from grace,
But can't we all just get along?
Can't we all just get along
With some shit-wig, two-bit demagogue
Who worships fucking concrete walls
And tears our rights to life apart,
And very likely has no heart,
Well, I think you can guess the answer I have to that.
So drink vinegar,
Drink acid,
Drink piss out of your golden flasks
And meet our fists.
Meet our fists.
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5. |
Toro
02:12
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Send us your yearning,
Your longing to breath free,
Send us all of your dreams
And possibilities,
And we'll show you what yearning really means
And we won't let you breathe
Send us your rapists,
Send us your petty thieves,
Send us your murderers
Send us your scoundrels
They'll be primed to succeed here
There's not much else easier to be here
But don't let those walls stand between you and mercy, no
Do everything you can short of flying
And chase the American Dream while it's dying,
Chase the American Dream while it's dying,
Do everything it takes
They'll sound their red alert
And prey on all your fears
They'll taunt you endlessly
And come at you with spears
But you won't let them stab you
You're too proud to let them have you
Just charge on right ahead,
Don't give into dismay
And if anyone else
Should stand up in your way,
Gore them straight up through the heart
For the whole arena to see
And don't let those walls stand between you and relief, no,
Just hold on tight to everything you believe in
And chase the American Dream while it's still breathin',
Chase the American Dream while it's still breathin',
Do everything it takes
Don't lose sight of those greener grasses, no,
Do everything that you can short of flying
And chase the American Dream while it's dying,
Chase the American Dream while it's dying
I'll be sure to save it for you
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6. |
J. R. Simplot's Tomb
03:15
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One night I had a dream
As I was coasting over
The summit of Morris Hill,
I saw a specter floating over
J.R. Simplot's memorial tomb,
Lingering like a dormant cocoon,
He was glowing white as the moon,
And grinning like some sort of goon
With his dastardly claws outstretched,
Looking like they had been through some filing,
Drawing me closer to him
As I thought to ask why he was smiling
But I didn't even need to speak,
He floated right down to me
And he told me exactly why
As some green fire lit up his eyes
He said, "All over this city,
"You'll see the claims of my fame
"You'll see where my gold lies
"And you will never forget my name
"I am the reason that these streets sparkle,
"You should keep that in mind,
"And when you see that gold, don't dare touch it
"It's all mine, it's all mine"
He said, "I hold this whole damn state
"In the palm of my iron fist and
"You can dream of opportunity all you want, b
"But if I were you, I would never risk it
"I made damn sure my income was highest,
"I made damn near everyone my servant
"I learned that if you question greed, even for a second,
"You don't deserve it, you don't deserve it"
"You can bet I worked hard for the money,
"I strived and I chose well
"I sacrificed and I bled for the money,
"I followed it all the way to hell,
"I made it all for my family
"And now they have more than you
"And when you see that gold, think of them,
"And pay your respect where all respect is due"
"Yes, my blood runs the thickest,
"The most glorious line of all,
"My children are the richest,
"And you are the doormat where there feet fall
"They are the reason for the ground that you stand on,
"How this city began and how it will end,
"And when you see that gold, don't dare touch it
"It's all for them, it's all for them."
(bridge)
I woke up the next morning and I took myself to work
With that ghost stuck to the back of my mind where all of my memories lurk
I thought of working hard for money and how much anyone really needs,
And all of the people who have given Simplot flowers, telling that fucker to rest in peace
One day, I had a dream
That I was riding a big bulldozer
And I drove it right into his tomb,
I knocked that marble tower right over
Why don't we start again?
Why don't we start again?
(Amen)
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7. |
Destroy
04:04
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Rise to the occasion, fight on demand,
Try to bring the future back to your hands and,
Even if it's not a lot,
Even if it's not a lot,
Don't let any regime out there make you their toy
And set sights on what you want to destroy
And give it all you fuckin' got,
Give it all you fuckin' got,
(Chorus)
You're gonna bring it to the ground
Crush what needs to be crushed
And kick what needs to be moved
Feel the air of revolution rush
Through the soles of your iron boots
You've spent your whole life wondering what all your rage was for
Well, give it up to those who can't take anymore
Just try to give it all away,
Try to give it all away
Even if it's something you're too proud to do,
You gotta know there are others far worse off than you,
And giant fists crushing them out in spades,
Crushing them all away,
You're gonna bowl those fists right down
Crush what needs to be crushed...
(Bridge)
And if anyone should try to stop you,
Show them that justice will never be stopped,
Show them what compassion really means
Show them which pasture they can all fuck off to
Show them that real love can never be topped,
And give them no benefit of doubting
Yes, rise to the occasion, fight on demand,
Try to bring the future back to your hands and,
Even if it's not a lot,
Even if it's not a lot,
Just give it all your pride and spread all your joy
And set sights on what you want to destroy
And give it all you fuckin' got,
Give it all you fuckin' got,
You're gonna bring it to the ground
Crush what needs to be crushed
And kick what needs to be moved
Feel the air of revolution rush
Through the soles of your iron boots
And when we're finally free,
Free as everyone else,
We all will all rise up to see
A world of ruins to salvage for ourselves
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8. |
Mercy (Kyrie)
03:18
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She said, "Stop killing us"
But all that came back was silence
And she wondered in horror how many more
Of her sister's tombs would be dug
Before we'd even acknowledge the violence
Oh God, have mercy
An ounce of mercy,
Mercy on us all
He screamed, "I matter!"
And we said, "Fuck you, everyone matters
"You aren't so special, in fact, you fall right into place
"And just like everyone else, you'll be splattered
"All across the annals of time
"And trust us,
"Justice isn't something that anyone finds"
(Chorus)
Kyrie, Eleison
Kyrie, Eleison
Kyrie, Eleison
She said, "I just want to live safely,
"I can only dream of peaceful or happy,
"There is no one but myself to save me,
"When I meet death, do you think she'll be laughing?"
Oh God, have mercy
An ounce of mercy,
Mercy on us all
And together, they all said, "We just want to keep living
"That's not too much to ask, goddammit,
"It's hard to think that a loving God could be so forbidding
"To only give us the right to life when we demand it
"Doesn't God have mercy?
"Doesn't God have mercy on us all?"
(Chorus)
Christe, Eleison
Christe, Eleison
Christe, Eleison
This song is for
Trayvon Martin, Michael Brown,
Eric Garner, Sandra Bland, Tamir Rice and
Philando Castile, Mesha Caldwell, Jojo Striker,
Tiara Richmond, and Ciara McElveen
Say their names
Say their names
And this song is for anyone else who's afraid
Because I'm afraid for you
Keep on living, just do what you have to
And if it helps, you can pray just like I do
Oh God, have mercy,
Even an ounce of mercy,
Mercy on us all
(Chorus)
Kyrie, Eleison
Kyrie, Eleison
Kyrie, Eleison
(repeat)
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9. |
Toast to the Most
03:27
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I tell ya what, I'm pretty fucking mortified
I can't stand to look that filthy pig in his beady eyes,
Spewing enough hot air to saturate the sky,
Tossing us into the trash, no explanations why
There is no standard of fairness, No place for truth,
Total lack of self-awareness and a constant dispute
Between what we stand for and what he's trying to do
And we just gotta butt heads 'til we breakthrough
No matter how hard they try to break us down,
Belittle us and crush us into the ground,
We gotta prove we aren't fucking around,
Gotta show them that we won't go without a sound
I tell ya what, we never have that much time left
Clutch your liberty, they've put it to a fine test
Grab some signs to write, I'll grab the wine let's
Get fucked up and fuck shit up until all of the time's spent
(Chorus)
We gotta haul ass to victory
We're sweatin' bullets, but still it seems
We made it this far, let's have a toast of it
And since we're still alive, we better make the most of it
And I mean all of us, together
We gotta have each others' backs through any sort of weather
Rain of fire, flood of shit,
Nuclear Winter, we gotta face the storm, like it or not, we can't just quit
It's simple enough to be a cynic
When the shit doesn't stop gushing, even for a minute
But you really got to keep your heart in it,
Fight for life to the end from wherever you're beginnin'
'Cause shit's gettin' real serious
With that paranoid lying fucker feeding the fear,
It's enough to make anyone delerious
More than enough of us have had it up to here
And it keeps goin', like a river chest deep, flowin'
Fast as a waterfall, enough to bowl the trees over
Knocks all the dirt, on our knees sowin'
Seeds for the future, New trees, we keep growin'
(Chorus)
We gotta haul ass to victory
We're sweatin' bullets, but still, it seems
We made it this far, let's have a toast of it
And since we're still alive, we better make the most of it
We give it all for that common dream
Some of us are barely breathin', but still, it seems
We made it this far, let's have a toast of it
And since we're still alive
(Bridge)
We gotta fight for absolute freedom
So anyone with that fight in 'em, we need 'em
To forge our way into the thicket of evil
And charge out the other side livin' and breathin'
And believe me, we need you.
Don't ever give in to doubt, you know what to do
And if there's any hope left for our future, it's you
(Chorus to End)
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Magic Hero Boise, Idaho
DIY pop music by Shay Primrose.
A queer shut-in who writes pop punk folk songs and makes
them into whatever they want.
A dance enthusiast.
An avid emotionalist.
A friend of all animals.
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