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Traitors
11:26
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traitors, of human potential
bringers of the coming flood
to your dead gods reverential
you would leave us mired in mud
what is the word for those who
rob the future to pay for a wretched past?
what is the word for what
we're going to do to you
when we all come around at last?
hey-ho, the carrion crow
ashes to ashes, dust to dust
before i join the worm and the mold
i will see your body grow cold
and rotting in the fecund earth
traitors, of human potential
kaisers, autocrats and tsars
to your dead gods reverential
you would deny us the stars
what is the word for those who
rob the future to pay for a wretched past?
what is the word for what
we're going to do to you
when we all come around at last?
hey-ho, the carrion crow
ashes to ashes, dust to dust
before i join the worm and the mold
i will see your body grow cold
and rotting in the fecund earth
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Aniara
08:16
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loss of light broke our minds thus
in boundless black, our home behind us
the harbor, just a thing of lore
onward we ride, through eternal space
in senseless blank, there is no trace
of where we fought the war
even tears bear no relief
and worse: borne away by grief
our goddess is no more
there is no return
to what we have destroyed
there is no return
from the endless void
the ship is cold, the lights grow dim
even the cults have ceased their hymns
the cosmic wastes are all we know
and Isagel, that splendid mind
to her demon she resigned
and went where none can go
our tragedy is done. in insensate silence
we drift, compelled by unseen guidance
from nothing to nowhere we flow
there is no return
to what we have destroyed
there is no return
from the endless void
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Under a Diphenyl Sky
08:11
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We dig through piles of garbage
looking for fragments of the stars
We manufacture our own reason
and cover up our own scars
And in the end, what does it matter?
no one cares about us anyway
waste no time looking for the
little sheep who've gone astray
Staying out of sight is our only virtue
don't trouble the minds of the men with gold
But if you find the dream's deserted you
you can find it here, here's where it's sold
Down here, in my laboratory
i work to widen cracks
I distill my resentments
i formulate my attacks
And so in forgotten places
underpasses and vacant lots
The zombie virus claims its victims
the soul of life slowly rots
Staying out of sight is our only virtue
don't trouble the minds of those with gold
But if you find the dream's deserted you
you can find it here, here's where it's sold
sex and drugs and rock and roll
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remember the quiet fields
remember sunlight through the trees
remember the feel of grass
and its scent, carried by the breeze
remember serenity, white clouds and
our sport of giving names to their shapes
the taste of fruit, the sound of water
in the days before the dragons
escaped
forget the ferocious
thrashing nightmares
escape
forget the inconsolate
wrenching despair
escape
leave it all behind
convulsing torment
escape
remember music
and the first light at daybreak
remember sand and shore
and the waves on the lake
remember the greenhouse and the
plants from that landscape
remember games and the sound of laughing
before the dragons
escaped
forget the ferocious
thrashing nightmares
escape
forget the inconsolate
wrenching despair
escape
leave it all behind
convulsing torment
escape
(from 'The Song of the Happy Shepherd' By William Butler Yeats)
"But O, sick children of the world
Of all the many changing things
In dreary dancing past us whirled
To the cracked tune that Chronos sings"
go now, off to your dreams
let the past be done
a trickle in a stream
in a river in a flood
and through winter's bite
though the frost will cling
we will stay here
waiting for the spring
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