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Introduction
01:00
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Streamline
03:12
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I'll streamline my ambitions until they are nonexistent
Caught between big life decisions and the hole I'm climbing in
You can cram my world into a sonnet, get my checks direct deposit
Shut the window, the rain is coming in
I feel protected with your eyes on me so when you're gone what am I to do?
I'm no good at taking pictures so I'll write a thousand words
Pen to paper, heart to ice cube
I'm too awkward on the phone, I won't bother calling you at home
Just sit in silence, let my thoughts drift far away
To another land where the air is blue, and you hold my hand cause you want to
Where I'm not alone because I have you, where I'll never get though I've got to
I never read the signs right, Rubicon then i blow up mid-flight
And all the others they will say with a straight face
Happy-go-lucky they'll contend in the rat race
A stoic certainty pulled straight from the free fall
They'll say "it doesn't matter at all"
I'll streamline my ambitions until they are nonexistant
Just the erase the mental image of your smile
Cause the times they are a-changing, scraps of confidence I've been saving
For an appropriate occasion like today
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Post-Racial?
03:29
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The 21st century is no different than the rest of human history
People living in homogenous communities, they still plague the world with their bigotry now
All the world should be no less than slack-jawed
At the sheer volume of intolerance, hatred, misguided fear
It feels on the rise for the first time in years
But no alarm has been raised cause it's contentment that we crave
And being under the impression that it will all be alright
Won't stop the stones in the air or make it safe to go outside at night
Racial slurs cut like pieces of shrapnel
But suburban youth continue to spit them like they're some kind of acceptable mouthful
Cause they don't understand what four centuries of struggle can do to the hearts of man
What's this shit I hear about "post-racial?"
Equality, though still an ideal, is hardly paid for
Perhaps if we remove our heads from our asses
It'll be more apparent that change is still slow as molasses
And being under the impression that it will all be alright
Won't stop the stones in the air or make it safe to go outside at night
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Literal Bears
05:41
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Well I don't know how you take your coffee, but I know that you piss me off
Compliments you scoff down and fucking force out of others can't satiate your self-love
You'd be alone if there was any justice, it's too bad that's not the case
Seems like all the truth in the world couldn't wipe that fucking smile off your face
But in the end you'll see that there is nothing clean about you
Rotten underneath, I've got no sympathy to mask the truth
You've got a voice, and a silence so pervasive
You might be deaf by choice, but you're still culpable as anyone
Clinging to the flip side, afraid of a quick ride, you never acknowledge that you are alive
But you are alive, yeah you are alive, for the moment you are
But in the end you'll see that there is nothing clean about you
Rotten underneath, I've got no sympathy to mask the truth
Ignoring history will never set you free from all your gloom
So why do you deal consistently embrace simplicity for lack of proof?
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I am not sixteen anymore
With all the preemptively jaded disloyalty of a thousand and one angsty writers inside of me like before
When isolation was not just an escape
But more like a minimum wage in the social sense
Failed to comprehend the ideas that made me
My mind's saying
We're alive, only sometimes when there's nothing left to decide
Evening cruising the coastlines, the familiar street signs say "I will not compromise"
I have no excuse anymore for all my ignorant claims to authority, my misguided opinions on books I've never read
A semester-long survey on Western ethics is hardly a claim to some moral perfection
You know I know, but I know what you don't know, what you don't know, what you don't know is
We're alive, only sometimes when there's nothing left to decide
Evening cruising the coastlines, the familiar street signs say "I will not compromise"
Reach the skies, our hands they try but they fall short every time
In the light, all things collide till you forget those autumn eyes
1. Read a book
2. Read another book
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The Michael Character Boston, Massachusetts
It's political music, whatever. Based in Boston, MA. Absolutely willing to drive very far to play for you and five of your vaguely alternative friends in your combination kitchen/laundry room. Hit me up. I'm fully serious.
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