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Tactical Ffever
10:29
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"It is no longer a matter of foretelling collapse, or of depicting the possibilities of joy. Whether it comes sooner or later the point is to prepare for it.
It's not a question of providing a schema for what an insurrection should be, but of taking the possibility of an uprising for what it never should have ceased being,
a vital impulse of youth as much as a popular wisdom.
What remains to be created, to be tended as one tends a fire, is a certain outlook, a certain tactical fever, which, once it has emerged, even now reveals itself to be determinant, and a constant source of determination.
How does a situation of generalized rioting become an insurrectionary situation?
What to do once the streets have been taken, once the police have been soundly defeated there?
Do the parliaments still deserved to be attacked? What is the practical meaning of deposing power locally?
How do we decide?
How do we subsist?
How do we find each other?"
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Really in Love
05:58
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You walk like you're dead
with the bullets whizzing round your head
You talk like a dog
whine and whimpering until you're fed
You sing your song
dumb and drunk out at the club
I hate your guts
but I think I'm getting used to us
You look your best
with the blood all over your dress
You smile like a doll
rosy cheeked and plastic pale
Can't speak can't scream
I wonder what you would say to me
You hate my guts
but I think we're really in love.
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Is well/ As well
06:29
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When your cities burn
you'll act astounded
lessons learned too late
to change the fate
your ignorance has earned
And we'll all take our turns
cries resounding
we've been hurt and pain reverberates
in ways that destroy worlds
And all your hopeful talk
simply moves you job to job you hate
delineates a future you don't want
It's all you got kid
better get amazing
better fucking curb the crazy
better bank upon the maybe
all will turn out well
And all is well as well can be
you gave away the things you love
so carelessly
just to live more comfortably
So sell your guitar and hit the bar
do what you do for another fix
but you can't fix this
All you are is all there is
We're still chasing tales
walking blind down well mapped trails
that break towards awful things
our current course conceals
And when the whole thing fails
just act adult and blame yourself
for things you would have changed
if different cards were dealt
But with an awful hand
better bet upon the bluff the con the big rip off
Best to look out for yourself
It's all you got kid
better get amazing
better fucking curb the crazy
better bank upon the maybe
all will turn out well.
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A World of Shelters
09:14
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Buried alive beneath a sea of devices
mechanical and physical and lyrical enhancers
the machinery is crude and the message is cynical
but it beats back the silence that lives in its absence
I wake in the morning and think I'm suffocating
I don't see the point in doing this or doing nothing
So I stretch out my legs feel my heart in my chest
face the day full of rage and inexplicable hate
It builds and it builds and it builds til it stops
blunted by alcohol and televised shots
of real terror and horror, life altering loss
lives should be changed
but they're the same through and through
You can't phase us with death
You can't shake us with truth
You can't make us in your image
Your tools have all been broken
I steal my time from all you undeserving bastards and bankers employers landlorders bartenders professors
all you thieving soul stealers
I steal my time reading books at the bus stop writing songs in the shower spending hours on the clock thinking up ways to escape this unending performance performers performing
I won't let you take another goddamn day wrecking my brains and my back stealing my sleep and my dreams
making me less human than I used to be
with your lies about living and how it should be.
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Let's speed up this disaster
trash the place up a little bit faster
I know where your intentions lie
So let's pump the kids up on coke and car fumes
teach them nothing but math
see how long they last
before they burn it all down
Let's speed up this disaster
drown it out with hysterical laughter
who knows when the joke's gonna end
Just hang on for dear life
start some fights take some sides
You can say that you tried
You can say you were right
but at the end of the day
We burn it all down.
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