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Eternal Quiet
You couldn't Buy It
Father Time ain't selling it
Mother Space ain't leasing it
The Dry cleaners aren't creasing it
Into your seams

You can Buy third world screams
off media screens
Paid For by American Dreams

I Saw You at the Arcade
Playing BladeRunner pinball
neon ship in your eye halls
Cardboard sign tied to your backpack
your a terrorist threat
a Class War vet
a tunnel in time
your smile is unpaid for
you need to be paying
the company store
in blood sweat
for years
your Serf contracts
to tax break blow back
you smell like sage and gun powder
you must wield midnights power

you can collide the skull
with an identity crisis
technological devices
and ideas on paper
but consciousness is vapor
intangible moments we savor
each candle is Voltaire capable
Un-Dossiered staple fold
un-clamp-able by the gators hold
this galaxy
is actually
falling incalculably
into a devouring
andromeda galaxy
waiting about 3 billion years
to time stretch molecules
to blur your atoms in a five dimensional sphere
Draw a hypercube on my hand
i dare you
common space cant share the next plane with you
unimaginable
ungraspable
perception Fold

line up
your chips corrupt
check your credit
or forget that
humans made this up
your chips corrupt
check your credit
or forget it
humans made this up
your owned by somebody
St. Peter at the tax meter
life's hilarity is deductible
Your chips corrupt
Check your credit
or forget that
humans made this up
St. Peter at the tax meter
life's hilarity is deductible

You can Buy third world screams
off media screens
Paid For by American Dreams

Stake out the cops
witches don't just fly
they patrol the blocks
dressed like tanks
cats eyes in the Camera tails (tales)
blind Taser wielder
under corporate sails
protect the collateral
that escalates the capitol
Die by the paycheck
live by the lake
traitors to the human race
will choke on fate

There's a haunted piano buried there
No wonder you cant sleep
I can still see the chalk outline
when i close my eyes
she was wearing a dress when she died
praying to the mars rover camera eye
all earth bound eyes
look beyond mortal ties
you live in the trees after you die
so quit chopping them
quit clotting earths grin
your children are owned by Chevron
You cant bottle the Sun
but you can rent him a Cell
and reflect his credit even from Hell
Somebodies got to pay
we own the day

Line up
Your chips corrupt
Check your credit
or forget it
humans made this up
your owned by somebody
St. Peter at the tax meter
life's hilarity is deductible

Cops.
Traitors to the Human Race.

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from Experimental Music In Solidarity With Pacific Northwest Grand Jury Resisters, released November 2, 2012

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