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Secret City
03:20
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Secret City
In a secret city
Full of secret workers
Read the papers
The traffic is murder
These infinite hallways
A cubicle's dream
Things weren't always
Quite so bleak
So dire
A ball of need stuck to a childhood map
Full of silences and labyrinths from a secret lab
Under a secret city
Full of secret workers
Read the papers
The traffic is murder
They're going to have to pry it out of me
If only these parking garages could talk
These infinite gas lamps
In my sleep
Sometimes you were there
A distant dream, so tender
A mesh of secrets
A grid of streets
They're going to have to pry it out of me
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Bicycle Day
02:51
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Bicycle Day
I am entering the heart of empire
No pictures, phone turned off
Arcane reference to non fiction wasteland
Elizabeth takes my breath away
She takes my tray
Tells me, "It's Bicycle Day"
Mrs. Olson won't give me the time of day
She says I've misbehaved
I simply can't remember
I wish I could forget
Move forward with the experiment
My mind the control
Every time all the monkeys died
I'd take your name in vain
And I'd silently pray
Things I thought I could unsay
Speechless
Bicycle Day
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My Life As A Russian Novel
Dark Chapter
Deep imprint
Two lovers
Our comeuppance
Our life
of crime
Her passion
My mind
Dark Chapter
Dense Textbook
One Moment
You Forsook
My Life As A Russian Novel
By Laszlo Krasznahorkai
My time in the garrett the bottle
The small time the big lie
My Life As A Russian Novel
God love the psychodrama
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Crisis Actor
01:16
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Crisis Actor
Crisis Actor
We manufacture
machine guns and aircraft carriers
Look at me cross wise
you're going to find out
what heartless means in real life baby
This is a campaign
This is an operation
All systems go man
This is the situation
Crisis Actor
in position
It's SHOWTIME FOLKS
ALEX JONES IS SPITTING WISDOM
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Fink Bio
02:52
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Fink Bio
Conceived in the penitentiary position:
Willy was born with an extra
Mini-pinky on his right hand
Was a cut up
In class
A clown
Folding passages
T-Pain
Into his recitation
Of the constitution
Some kind of declaration
Of the defenselessness
There will be no restitution
Willy
Was like a bloated Lenny blabbering on about
the origins of natural law
The Greeks and cave rules and manners
Someone tried to tell him it was kindergarten
but he would have nothing of it
Willy grew up
Unexpectedly, unassumingly
Encountered
Crime and Punishment
The Musical
Kids with money and skateboards
Later bought pot
Willy got further schooled
In thermodynamics and rhythm
Pursued ballast and biophysics
Came up empty handed
Still seedy with the extra digit
Gave up all his connections to the law
Who moved in swiftly for the roundup
Willy left town
An expat in an exurb humbled
Happy and stupid
Squeezed puppies out of the missus
Rubbed nickels together
Paid his fealty in bare hide and eye teeth
To the holy corporate mother state
He dedicated his being
In remembrance of the inscrutable
Scrawled a path to this point and called it a new beginning...
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The Plumbers
06:30
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The Plumbers
When I escaped I made my way from La Borde down to the ecotone
Joined a band called Pom Poko in a hamlet in the Poconos
Playing art noise for schoolgirls in private galleries
We took mushrooms before filming our final masterpiece
And disappearing completely into blissful obscurity
We plumbed the depths of despair and found redemption in futility
Before crafting our comeback as a trad outfit
We recorded in mansions we'd been charged to housesit
With grand piano choons and luxurious suites
We called ourselves the Plumbers and we retook the streets
We are the Plumbers
Overcomes
We are the Plumbers
Urban spelunkers
Full of wonder
Undercover
We blunder and blubber
With the tumblers and turncoats
New spooks become old ghosts
Tire of the wetwork
Start wearing raincoats
This weary network of random connections
Falling headfirst
Into handcuffs
This vast collection of personages we call the Plumbers
Pegasus
What is it?
Who wants to know?
Pegasus
What time is it?
Must be home before she wakes
Pegasus
Jesus, read the script
Our daughters don't give a damn about our stupid code names
To them we're the Plumbers
In and out
When you need us
We're like the weather with the patience of Job
We serve at the pleasure
Everloving altar of the unknown
When i escaped I made my way from La Borde down to the ecotone
Joined a band called Pom Poko in a hamlet in the Poconos
We are the Plumbers
We are the Plumbers
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The Analyst
03:44
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The Analyst
Almost makes you stop and wonder
Our exposure
The risk of failure
The ratios grow exponential
Conflating ideas, things, and facts
Compiling data
For the gods to sort through
Money supply
GDP
Have you seen the numbers?
Jubilee
The Analyst sees jubilee
The analyst foresees
Jubilee
People out in the street
People out in the street
The analyst sees a bankrupt system of belief
Like playing the piano with broken fingers
Have you taken a look at the numbers?
Like talking to a tape recorder
Almost makes you stop and wonder
Jubilee
People out in the street
People out in the street
The Analyst sees
A bankrupt system of belief
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My Name Is Erik Prince
02:24
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Kakistocrat
06:34
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Kakistocrat
K k kakistocrat
There's nothing wrong with that
No one can fault a man for doing what he's got to do
No one knows how hard it is to be you
The headless horseman
K k kakistocrat
Narrate this poem
Not really
A friend
You can call in the middle of the night
Are your lights out too?
The executive in you knows you shouldn't even want it
In my own apartment I can listen to Charlie Parker
In my own apartment I can listen to Charlie Parker
Living standards
In late stage low wage bills unpaid take what the doctor said
K k k capitalism
I observe my surroundings
Evaluate my options
Odds of survival
Metamorphoses required
What must I become to outrun
The Kakistocracy
Human history
Nero's fiddle man
Made up memory
Plant pictures in mind's eye
Use the language against itself
Until the referent is free floating
The gold standard gone
Smoke rings by the fireside
We all act like we're put upon
In the end it's all
Obscenity
the magnificent powers of the super rich
To auction off reality
Endless empire man
One true story
The corpulent towers of titans and brokers
1 in 11
Billion human beings
One economy
One source of energy
Tools that could sustain life used to destroy it
In an open exchange of ideas and cluster bombs
We used to pray to the sun and we may yet again
Kakistocracy
The first true democracy
Nostradamus man
Play monopoly with your kids
And still lose
Blame the bank
Blame the government
Make things worse
Troll farm the counterpunch
Nonsense works
Let us remove all pretense and replace it with gold leaf everything
Let us strike a blow to the foundations of parody
Couple and uncouple
Bind and unbind
Trample and hoard before the trampling hordes
Different theories around scarcity
The logistics of truly exhausting the supply of anything
In a closed system
A negative feedback loop
A sine wave
Reversals in polarity
We used to worship the sun and we may yet again
As the faithful come to fear their savior
It's the bureaucrats that follow on his coattails you should worry about
If you're inclined to worry about
Kakistocracy
A dollar a day
In terms of solutions
Who is deciding what the problems are and how to fix them?
Hypocrisy had a clear meaning and definition
Was recognizable in a crowd
Replicable in the lab
Lousy to live with but good to know
Plenty of others
Dying to go
Make history
Kakistocracy
Wrest from the clutches the clenches
Of cheap gangsters in pinstripes
Buying and selling debt
Commoditizing dreams and failures
Bankrolling silent coups
And the secret city that's tracking you
Through your best friend
Talk to it and it talks back
Cut it and it bleeds wire
Rearrange a grain of sand and everything changes
Hope never dies it just switches hosts
The sense in which we are all born as ghosts
In every state we will ever visit
In every time we will ever know
In every possible outcome of every conceivable scenario
Social security
Yeah you're on your own man
He'd do anything for anybody is just something people say on camera
You don't know him and you're not anybody, you're you
Monumentally fucked with plenty left to lose
To the kakistocracy
The endless misery
of the Kakistocrat
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The Wire's Nest
04:02
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The Wire's Nest
Never speak of her in front of me
I said to my mother
We don't have the capital to finance it
So that's out of the question for now
The inner workings of bureaucracies
Smashing pianos to bits and bits
The wire's showing
The wire's touching
The wire knows what you did
One guy works in construction
Writing poems
The others in the boardroom discussing mergers and acquisitions
My possessions
Don't laugh
There is no good argument for human life on this Earth
If you can afford to stay fucked up you should was the only advice ever proffered his innocence the last thing his father filched and plundered
Each event discrete
No anomalies
The wire is running into me
The wire is running out
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Matthew H. Welch Baltimore, Maryland
Songmaker, Singer, Guitar Player, Producer for SIGINT. Formerly of the Aviary and Pedge. Poetic Rock and Roll From A Future.
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