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Fiddling in the Undertow

by Unlucky Mammals

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Let’s run for public office Smile and impress the caucuses Dress for success Victory will assure us Of public health insurance, it’s true Free for me, not for you Well you get what you get and you don’t get upset That’s the lesson they’ve fed us from birth While they take and they take And we’re scraping our plates for the crumbs that remain In the dirt Let’s hit the rich with taxes Then arm ourselves with axes, start with the yachts! Sell them for spare parts Let’s appoint union members To the Board of Directors, it’s fair Everyone gets a share Well you get what you get and you don’t get upset That’s the lesson they’ve fed us from birth While they take and they take And we’re scraping our plates for the crumbs that remain In the dirt Well you get what you get and you don’t get upset That’s the lesson they’ve fed us from birth While they take and they take And we’re scraping our plates for the crumbs that remain In the dirt Let’s dismantle Big Pharma Write scrips for marijuana instead We’d have fewer dead Stop funding private prisons Use it for rehabilitation Like a developed nation Well you get what you get and you don’t get upset That’s the lesson they’ve fed us from birth While they take and they take And we’re scraping our plates for the crumbs that remain In the dirt
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Savages 03:46
Look at these savages They're welcoming the ravages in vain We'll take the women And the rest will be imprisoned, bound in chains Look at these savages No clue about the damages in store We'll take the land from them Expose them to our pathogens, it's war History defends Those who are fortunate to hold the pen Who are the savages again? Look at these savages They have no ammunition, such a shame We'll take their liberty And sell them into slavery for gain Look at these savages They're speaking foreign languages, so vile We'll work them to the ground And then we'll grind their children down in time History protects Those who have washed all the blood from their hands Who are the savages again? Look at these savages They're trying to change the averages, no fair This is our legacy, inherited plutocracy, why share? History forgets Those who were left out of the monument Who are the savages again? Who are the savages again? Who are the savages again? Who are the savages again?
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Doublethink 02:22
It’s out of control Pointing fingers in a spiral down an endless hole Production of fear Echo chambers telling everyone what they want to hear Honesty is pliant Larceny is pious Equity is bias This is not behind us It’s falling apart Lines in the sand running deep enough to cut the heart A tectonic shift Ocean filling in the spaces of a growing rift Bigotry is kindness Evidence is blindness Fantasy is science Knowledge is a virus Avarice is righteous Pacifism’s violence Patriotic tyrants This is not behind us Service is compliance Media is silent Politicians’ spineless Honesty’s for liars History beguiles us Compromise divides us Division unites us This is not behind us
4.
Paper Crown 04:28
Welcome home To the dying days of Rome Enjoy the show Fiddling in the undertow Why even try? When everybody buys the lie Slow ride To societal demise Blows my mind Fight for billionaires when you're barely getting by Pawns for sacrifice While the king castles and hides What comes now? Promised a baptism, just to let you drown Hold you down While you clutch that paper crown Here we are Writing a eulogy for this fractured world of ours All these scars I'm amazed we got this far
5.
This is an elegy for Socrates A lamentation over rationality Reason and logic subjugated by fallacy This is the ballad of the straw man A slippery slope down into Neverland Roasted red herring with a side of ad hominem Welcome to the Age of Information Where every charlatan gets validation This is a funeral for common sense A preponderance of evidence Don’t let the truth interfere with a good argument This is the end of the Enlightenment The resurrection of the ignorant Burn the witches and round up all the heretics Welcome to the Age of Information Where no one bothers with the annotations This is the end of the Enlightenment This is the end of the Enlightenment This is the end of the Enlightenment This is the end of the Enlightenment This is the end
6.
Engines 03:39
We're headed for the end of times There's no rewind It's time to run and hide Ignoring warning signs We've crossed a line A fuel injected genocide Lost our bearings In red herrings Everybody's gone and picked a side There's not much less to do But grab some brews And watch the rising tide At the dawn of Armageddon We're still filling up our engines The West is suffocating Fires raging Kindling waiting for a light The smoke it rises The horizon glowing orange Like a funeral pyre And all these trees That help us breathe Are all just ashes covering the blight Don't be dismayed It all will wash away Beneath the rising tide At the dawn of Armageddon We're still filling up our engines The ocean's coming for us Tried to warn us But we all turned a blind eye All so spoiled, burning oil Now the bill comes due We pay the price Crops are dying Storm winds flying Soon we're drowning in the melting ice Our only hope's to build a boat And float Above the rising tide At the dawn of Armageddon We're still filling up our engines At the dawn of Armageddon We're still filling up our engines
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Plastic water bottles Plastic shopping carts Plastic bags for vegetables Plastic credit cards Individual hard-boiled eggs, shells removed in a plastic case Toss it all in a plastic sack Use it once, throw it away Plastic Barbie dolls Golden plastic locks Bound with plastic zip ties and bands in a Clear plastic box This is the legacy we leave behind, Ken and Barbie, big wheels, G.I. Joes The archaeologists shake their heads They’ll find more plastic than they do bones Plastic in my sushi Plastic in my tea Plastic in my Happy Meal Plastic in my bloodstream Tiny particles of polymer, so small that the eye can’t see But it's everywhere, in your food and drink and air, In your body every time you breathe Plastic factories keep on making Plastic every day We throw it in the blue bins but the Shit gets thrown away Just put some dirt on it deep underground, it’ll break down in a few thousand years Until then we’ll just try not to choke Like the birds and the fish and the seals
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Old man with a spray tan Polished smile, hair straight out of a can He’ll pick your pocket while he shakes your hand Sell you a timeshare in Afghanistan Ivy League fraternity Follow instructions and they’ll give you the key A corner office and a salary A silver spoon in perpetuity Everybody’s paying rent To Mr. One Percent He likes his women young and scotches old He’s eating caviar and escargot Raking in profits on the Dow Jones No matter which direction it may go Taking investors in an IPO He runs the business like a casino And once the profits plummet like a stone He activates his parachute of gold My great-grandkids are set Says Mr. One Percent Everybody’s paying rent To Mr. One Percent
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Time for the annual Run Hide Fight drill Run for the exits to avoid the blood spill But if you're close enough to smell the gunsmoke Try not to breathe or grab and swing a textbook It's only make believe Until someone shows up with an AR-15 Time for the annual Run Hide Fight drill Preparing for the great American thrill kill
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Six hundred billionaires among us 21st century monarchs Wave at each other from great big yachts In a clear blue moat Six hundred billionaires hoard property Thirty-four million in poverty It’s like a game of Monopoly Where only one piece moves While we shiver in the barn The pigs enjoy the spoils of the Manor Farm Six hundred billionaires on holiday A private jet, a glass of champagne Keep the receipts for the CPA Write the whole thing off Six hundred billionaires high in the clouds Thirty-four million huddled on the ground Waiting for something to trickle down Like they’ve all been told While we labor in the fields The pigs devour milk and apples with their meals While we’re crawling on all fours The pigs parade on hind legs, taking more and more

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released October 27, 2023

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