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No Captain
02:03
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Heavy is the head that's full of stones
Heavy is the head that sits upon the throne
You aren't my royalty
No leader I did see
I don't want to be pleasantly confused by you
I can't cast myself that far forward
I can't pull myself that far back
Well I'd rather be vague
Admit no sight in the fog
Than a captain who dashes us upon the rocks
Than a captain who claims that its not his fault
Tactically sidestepping accountability
Be thankful we're not shooting you in the streets
I don't hold the hose mate
I don't hold the hose mate
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2. |
Idiom/Idiot
02:04
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Hate is divisive
And its free
Benefit of doubt
Not lost on me
Bite the bullet
Break a tooth
Salad days
Wasted youth
Get your act together
End of scene
Play with fire
You're smouldering
Cutting corners
I'm not a square
Bent out of shape
With not a misplaced hair
Pour salt in the wound
There are other fish in the sea
There you go blaming your tools
And barking up the wrong tree
Add insult to injury
Break the ice
By the skin
Of your teeth
Take the raincheck
With a grain of salt
Spill the beans
Til your blood runs cold
Don't count your chickens before they hatch
Don't cry over spilt milk
Don't give up your day job
Or maybe you should I don't know your life
Don't take advice from punks songs
Don't be a fuckwit
Batten down the hatches but throw caution to the wind
Give someone the cold shoulder
Get a taste of your own medicine
Go on a wild goose chase
Go piss mad!
Live and learn
Live laugh love
Look before you leap
Maybe we're passing like ships in the night because you scared the daylights out of me
I guess what I'm really trying to say is:
When we beat around the bush we spread phytophthora cinnamomi
When we beat around the bush we spread phytophthora cinnamomi
So be short, sharp, sweet
Not an idiom/idiot like me
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3. |
The Bends
01:59
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my body is more than what it can produce
my mind is more than what it can give to you
depopulate my space, a conscious uncoupling
I don't want your art on my walls
choc milk and a pie kinda guy - disgusting
her agency overrode mine. I was too trusting
fast friends, faster endings
I've got the bends from your pretending
I don't want your art on my walls
You never let me choose
now that I am disabused
I am not a commodity to be used
I don't want your art on my walls
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4. |
Integrity
03:08
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Value judgments waging a war
Are you the same, behind a closed door?
You're all talk, no action
Gazing at the grindstone
'til distraction
When will you get it through your head?
Integrity is doing what you said
Pulling bloody teeth from a stone
I am never, an unknown
We all just want to be understood
We all just want to feel secure
Communicate intention
A crisis intervention
You are in essence
Planned obsolescence
I will arrive on time
Own the faults that are mine
Pay the rent
Take account
Make the bed
Justice now
Subjectivity is truth
Truth is subjectivity
Tell me what to choose
My will in captivity
The custody of a little green dot
Indicates if you can talk or not
Transparency with your sincerity
In a prison of your ‘isms’ and I wanna break free
The custody of a little green dot
Indicates if you can talk or not
Transparency with your sincerity
In a prison of your ‘isms’ and I wanna break free
When will you get it through your head?
Integrity is doing what you said
I follow through with what you ask me to do
I'm a chronic committer but I want to quit you
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5. |
NFT
02:25
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a dog whistle
Your rhetoric tepid
Like milquetoast
Energy for numbers
Floating in the void
Atoms for dollars
Conscious destroyed
It's a bear market
It's a bull run
Grizzly Pamplona
I am not having fun
Sip a margarita on the shores of hell
If you're top of the food chain you can have a blue shell
Oh that's an icy burn
Like hades with the shades on you know I'm not concerned
You know I'm not concerned
With your opinion
With your opinion
With your opinion
You crypto bro
Keep your silly little JPEG til your begging for all the dredges
Hard drive on ice yet you're still uncool
Sit down boy you are now in my school
NFT
Not fucking there
NFT
Buyer beware
Glorified bragging rights
Artificial scarcity
Uproar from the celluloid core
This is not artistry
This is not the art for me
This is not artistry
This is not the art for me
This is not artistry
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6. |
U.D
02:08
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Contribution means nothing if it can't be measured in numbers
A quiet Australian sits in a room stewing on the 60 hours they have spare
With no tools to deconstruct the fabric that has landed them there
I hereby promise to write to my MP about all the shit that matters to me
I will find my community and build an onramp
If it's not already there if it's not already there if it's not already there
I will invest in an ethical superfund
I will get that molescan
I will find my enemies and crush them in a warm embrace
Organise organise
Universal design
universal design universal design
Organise organise
Universal design universal design universal design
We all benefit from the rising tide
We all benefit from universal design
From universal design
Spending my time
In a neoliberal hellscape
Spending my time
At the top of the stairs
Spending my time
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7. |
Bushfire
03:24
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short term harm prevents long-term pain
short term pain prevents long-term harm
my fire breaks are operational
my action plan is situational
my phone tree is irreplaceable
gotta get my grab bags and go
gotta get my grab bags and go
burning off so I don't burn out
burning off so I won't burn out
land management
reduce the risk
prescribed destruction
for my harm reduction
periodic fire raise me up
periodic fire raze you out
notify the neighbours
before they're smelling smoke
don't let it get out of control
don't let it get out of hand
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