1. |
First Curse
02:52
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Fuck your money
We see those batons swinging

We hear that Kevlar clicking

We smell these working class traitors out playing riot cop

They’ll feel a fist to the face

Remember that coppery taste

But who’s lurking in Aspen on a mountaintop?
While our bodies drop
They’re in their third, fourth home
Los cortamos, los de arriba
We see you, CEOs.
Fuck your money.
Cut your throat.
[Los cortamos, los de arriba]
By the sound of the machete
As it grits across my stone
May you die before you’re ready
In the mansion that you own
For every worker made to struggle
So that you could gas a boat,
The machete curses double:
Fuck your money. Cut your throat.
By the light of burning Aspen
And for all to understand:
Levanten la corta caña
In a hundred thousand hands!
Fuck your money.
Cut your throat.
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2. |
The Influence
03:39
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I came to be destroyed
And I mean to be destroyed
But I didn’t mean to do it
No I never meant to do it
With addiction
No I never meant to do it with addiction
Been under it
Been under it
Been under it
The Influence
I’m feeling for the boundaries
And looking at the void
But I didn’t wanna do it
No I never meant to do it
With addiction
No I never meant to do it with addiction
Who doesn’t fall for shiny toys?
And just a little drop of poison?
But I didn’t mean to do it
No I never meant to do it for addiction
Been under it
Been under it
Been under it
The Influence
Do you think you recognize this voice
And recognize this face?
Cause you knew a little kid one time
Wearing little skates?
Do you think you recognize this laugh
Or has it been replaced? I say he
Died a mocking age ago
And me, I took his place
For an addiction
Mis almas me perciben
Quiero que tĂş seas libre
Necesitamos que tĂş vivas
Been under it
Been under it
Been under it
The Influence
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3. |
Brother To The Knot
03:38
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I feel like old growth
And not because I keep adding rings
I’m that knothole
You never knew could hold so many stings
Although I’ll fly
With the venomous ones whenever they sing
I’m still a brother to the knot in the tail of the rat king
I’m with the working folk
Working poison oak for the berry
Like a vireo
Despite the drop of poison it carries
We work ourselves until
We’re bound by the wings
We’re like brothers to the knot in the tail of the rat king
Let’s creep like rust creeps
Maybe slow, but only one way
Rust never sleeps
We got this whole empire to decay
I say we start gnawing till we crumble this thing
I’ll be your brother to the knot in the tail of the rat king
They made us vermin
Now let em hear us scratch in their walls
All our tails in a knot
We only move at a crawl
But imagine getting bitten
By this thousand headed thing!
Sisters and brothers to the knot in the tail of the rat king
We took the pulse
Of inaction, let the service begin
We tipped over
Its casket and insulted its kin
Because apathy
Is fascism’s identical twin
I stay a brother to the knot in the tail of the rat king
I feel like old growth…
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4. |
Direct Action
03:03
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It’s called Direct Action
Hermanos y hermanas
And it’s why
These techno fascists
Love to keep us all so distracted
They don’t like what we might light on fire
Hey kids our candy
Should be harder
Been thinking this
For a while
Dynamite
Our magic marker
Our toy soldiers
Rank and file
It’s Direct Action
Is hunger not violence?
Is propaganda not violence?
Is surveillance stop violence?
Is incarceration not violence?
Are billionaires not violence?
Are billionaires not violent?
Are parasites not violent?
May the corta caneros be violent
Ain’t it a lot more
Aint’ it a lot more violent
Ain’t it a lot more violent
Not to burn it down?
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5. |
I Like That We Fuck
03:19
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To be seen, to be held, to be hunted
To put one’s full savagery on display
To be felt, to be wanted…
To a stray finding a stray
I don’t feel judged
I don’t feel lied to
I like that we fuck
I love that we like to
I don’t feel judged
For what I grew up without
You had to survive too
I wear no disguise for you
I like that we fuck
To be you, to be me
To find a dawning consciousness halfway between
To confront it, and still wanna play
To say “yeah, we still gonna do hoodrat shit at our age…”
I like that we fuck …
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6. |
You Belong In A Cave
03:52
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She’ll wish you great success
In shaking your ass
When you see her next
But don’t sweat her
Black lipstick, green glitter
She haunts an oval mirror dresser
Getting ready for Possessor
Before we leave
I kill a few minutes at my drum machine
Til I hear
Boy, you belong in a cave
Slapping a taut hide
You belong in a cave
By the light of a fire
Making the dead shake
Keeping that Other Time
Boy, you belong in a cave
We go out when the bats go out
We come home when they do
She takes my hand between her teeth
And bites between the one and the two
"The passion of lovers is ..."
Forgetting death, a moment, together
"The passion of lovers is …"
Forgetting to die,
But synchronized
Forgetting to die,
But synchronized
Boy, you belong in a cave
Slapping a taut hide, taut hide
You belong in a cave
By the light of a fire
Making the dead shake
Keeping that other time
Boy oughta be in a cave
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7. |
Queer & Fucking
03:34
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Still queer and still fucking
Still queer and still fucking
Queer and fucking
Tie me to the shrine
And caramelize me when I die
Til then I'm fucking
I'm relying on you guys
Once I get my exercise
And I win that final prize
And my final wish applies
See it’s pretty cut and dried
And now y’all been notified
You can tie me to the shrine
And caramelize me when I die,
Til then I’m fucking.
Queer and fucking
My birthday turned into a crime scene
My candles burned down to the icing
You killed me and you bound me and displayed it
And the smell of burning sugar’s still my favorite
We checked out of the suite and moved along
My leather covered up, my rings are on
The traces of our little fling are gone
But the smell of burning sugar lingers on
Boy, I'm queer and fucking
Queer and fucking
Still queer and still fucking
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Text 'CURSE' to 720-572-1312 to enter the circle.
CURSING is the Denver based trio of
Alex Anderson, Ryan Halgren, and Devin James Fry.
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