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Anti Twilight Arch
02:43
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Bones of Britain
04:03
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Yes we've found The Bones of Britain
Buried beneath the sewer system
Palaeolithic, you might have missed them
Ensconced under filth of a trillion cisterns
Homo Antecessor, the first immigrant
walked across the land bridge from the continent
Doggerland bought us Neanderthals
and the first use of flint carved tools
flint carved tools?
Its the heads, shoulders knees and toes
Between which the cartilage of us is sewn
The people and the land became symbiotic
Megaliths plotting celestial events
Worshiped in shelter of great old trees
Dreamed into being, nature deities
Culture grows from communities
I'll scratch you and you scratch me
Cohabiting with flora and fauna
Remaining one with the natural order
Its the heads, shoulders knees and toes
Between which the cartilage of us is sewn
New ideas grow from abstract thought
The land provides through mutual support
Agriculture and medicine
Germinating roots of civilisation
The need for power, a human foible
Coz’ there’s no power without control
Power despises cooperation
Implemented systems of corruption
Defund schools, install fools
Ensure media is a political tool
Exhaust us all with minimum pay
Flipping coins to choose who to blame
Distrust those who don't look the same
Find unease in gradual change
Progress tends to diminish harm
They'll put an end to that sort of thing
We hold the power in our righteous rage
In education and mutual aid
Autonomy and community
In The footsteps of those who came before
Neolithic people, Bell Beaker folk
Anglo Saxons and Huguenots
Pakistanis and Indians
Windrush generations and polish immigrants
You'll find them bones in migrant crossings
In the working poor, in the quietest voices
You'll find them bones in those who toil
For a living wage, for a decent meal
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3. |
Paragons Of Virtue
03:30
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“Let them hate, provided they fear”
Paraphrasing Caligula there
Since AD37, not a lot has changed
Still got a lot a’fear and a lot a’hating
Unhappy with your lot in life?
Hate on the most marginalised
Glom that misery on the innocent
It’ll make you feel much better for it
strip the rights of the disenfranchised
Got to score one against the woke
The vapid, nasty lengths one will go
to truly own the libs
Pick ’n’ mix
Leviticus
paragons of virtue
Dens of iniquity
Cognitive
Dissonance
Seats of power, Now incorporating
A glory-hole for men, to deposit their true feelings
Every effort to avoid therapy
They’ll ring their hands,
And hem and haw
Thoughts and prayers for the victims of atrocities
Sponsored by Raytheon And the Nation Rifle Association
Pink washing, TERF enabling
Its a pantomime of Lip servicing
Platitudes and promises
Festering liberalism
is sold by the metre
Added to the lobbyists ledger
Its all a matter of money
And the means to accumulate more
At the expense of a pariah
At the expense of all
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4. |
Pastoral Delusions
02:09
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Pastoral delusions
This all used to be fields
As far as the eye can see
Green and splendid
Nature intended
There was much
Merry making
Under maypole
Phallic erections
Summers eve and
Hallowed Samhain
Wassailing
Apple yowling
A spluttered out consumptive cough
Syphilitic pustules
We often dined on rounds of rye
Riven with Ergot spores
We often died at forty-two
In the world before, the new
Malnutrition, infected sores
In the bilge of open sewers
We lived short, unwell,
In this flawed but pleasant Albion
With Ol’ jack we dance on merry cobbled streets
Not some post-war patriotic fever dream
Where is the fervour
For the myths and mirth?
From those who seek
Old Englands worth
This our weathered British Isles
Its soul is sullied and defiled
Where many succumb to hatreds curse
A racist caricature, reduced.
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5. |
Noontide
03:54
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6. |
Reclamation
02:13
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National pride?
There is nothing inside
Nothing of note
Which which to denote
Your feelings of pride
Notions of sovereignty
Still a little vague I see
Down the back of the sofa
Lost with the remotest sense of self
The time is long due
Pride knows it place
After the fall
When the ground hits you in the face
Out with the bath water
Nationalist smegma
Lets dig a little deeper
Shall we governor?
Your vague sense of ownership
Soil and sea surrounding it
Define what your defending
Its okay if you’re pretending
We want no trouble here
We claim no land
We proscribe to the ethos
That we stand hand in hand in hand
Where the light fell
In the grip of a chill
We seek shelter place and purpose
We want shelter place and purpose
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7. |
Peace By Any Means
03:49
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An offering,
One made in kind
A vulnerability
To change ones mind
Our paths to solace
Steadily withering
Lain bear in the
comment section
A lie indentured
In prefrontal cortex
Submissive
Bootlicker enema
Endorphin rush
Hypothalamus
Rapturous applause
Captive audience
Facts don’t care
About your feelings
Soon we’ll all be
Climate refugees
Days of yore
Strawman arguments
Whataboutism
Won’t save your arse
Long live the grain
Long last the sun
We now long for
‘once upon a ’
Long live the grain
Long last the sun
We now long for
‘once upon a’
A time will come
Will come -
Your remorse
Too little too late
Stubborn old fools
Head buried neck deep
Want all to listen
Never take your medicine
You know best
Despite the evidence
Dances betrothed
To gods of lethargy
Appeased and sated
In the comment section
Apparent plenty
Is a time for restraint
We have not known
The empty plate
Long live the grain
Long last the sun
We now long for
once upon
Our worst laid plans
Come to fruition
Rotting on the vine
We can’t turn ‘want’ Into wine
Its not all just going to be fine
We have to work for the betterment of all,
Not the better off alone
Long live the grain
Long last the sun
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8. |
Woodwose
03:08
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Dawn bows its heavy head
Over hillock and dale, in roiling magenta
Babbling brooks shiver through limestone
dandelion seeds roam, vernal ferns unfurl
This is a land of floral coronations
Gorse and Lavender, Rhododendron
Wanderers pausing to catch their breath
Proclaiming their presence through petroglyphs
I lay my head
I lay my head
We all impressed upon the soil, our souls
Red in tooth and claw, faunal celebrants
Swept up in the ideals of passing monarchs
Parties, fiefs and agitants
I lay my head
I lay my head
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Septic tank
Evacuation
We’ve spilled our guts out
Into tributaries
Privately owned
Subsidiaries
Island nation
A slurry of shit
A stinking mess
Land of hope and glory
Privately owned
Subsidiaries
Incapable
Captains of industry
Installed in place
Never willing to change
Hoarding our wealth
Insanity state
Lacking hygiene
Deciding our fate
Chemical peel
Acidic seas
Pump it all out
Forgo our health
Privately owned
Subsidiaries
Water a right
To animal life
So we take it all back
Take it all back
Incapable
Captains of industry
Installed in place
Never willing to change
Hoarding our wealth
Insanity state
Lacking hygiene
Deciding our fate
National water
National health
National water
National wealth
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10. |
Circled A
02:42
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I have no time for those who cry sheep
Contrarians and edge lords claim of intellectual pedigree
The diminishing returns of your downward trajectory
The deeper down the rabbit hole, the ever more nazi
Hey mother fucker I’m still circling that A
Hey mother fucker you still circling that drain?
Hey mother fucker I’m still circling that A
Circled A
Circled A
Fictional dystopias feed on paranoia
Devalued sense of status, victimhood and trauma
Patriarchal values pulled the rug out from under
So that men have never learned to share and to surrender
To face their maladaptive traits, their anxieties and fears
Seeking superiority through dysfunctional peers
They’d be happier with a more positive influence
Employing critical thinking and empirical truth
Hey mother fucker I’m still circling that A
Hey mother fucker you still circling that drain?
Hey mother fucker I’m still circling that A
Circled A
You’re dopamine addiction to this hateful discourse
You questioned authority now you’re denying the holocaust
So far off the mark, you can’t get enough
You’re gonna have to face it your’e addicted to the stuff
Supremacy is wielded by the rich and unelected
Who’ve conjured up so many fine tuned mirages
The ‘lefty woke agenda' you oppose are just distractions
Their plans are so well oiled they don’t even try to hide them
Profit, profit profit,
At your’s and my expense
Profit, profit profit,
Mantra of the capitalist
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11. |
Cosplay Autocrats
02:45
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Embarrassing truth
They’re all fools and here’s the proof
There never was a plan
Never was a plan
A kindling of limbs
Nine billion human lives
The price of admittance
Hell awaits the bold
Gross incompetence
Narcissus reflection
All your best laid plans
Dull as dishwater
Nefarious yet dumb
Impotent yet snide
The fall after the pride
Sanctimonious
Gonna watch the whole world burn
If it serves the bottom line
Gonna use the law to wipe you’re
Bumbling into fascism
Its tragic how their ineptitude shows
Small men with big egos
A race to frack the bottom of
Your well of lost causes
The emperors new gown
And his terracotta frown
They were the jester all along
Grinning moronically
Beach front property
On the pyre of tragedy
To be the reaper and the weed
Genocidal need
Friend of repulsive
Rapists, apologists
Gurning ketamine
The real enemy
Gonna watch the whole world burn
Gonna run for a third term
Gonna use the law to wipe you’re
Bumbling into fascism
Its tragic how your ineptitude shows
Small men with big egos
A race to frack the bottom of
Your well of lost causes
The power bestowed upon such morally bankrupt feckless fools
Inflicting needless harm to all and sundry for no cause
The more grandiose the statement, the more eager your flock grows
Flag shagging, migrant hating, hook line and sinker, jingo a go go
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12. |
Cooperation
02:33
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Society is a collective
Seamless interconnections
Agreements, disagreements
Solved a trillion times in earnest
Enter money -
Machiavellian in its cunning
Feudalism hoarded land
overlords of soil and labour
Absolutism hoarded wealth
Mercantilism hoarded growth
ownership of the
means of production hoarded both
The capitalist is a psychopath
Watched us toil and laughs
‘I can make a buck on that’
Invest, divest and short the banks
Spend less, get more
Wages low, conditions poor
There is a defence against the rich
Organise, protest, resist
Unions give agency
To workers voices
collective will to negotiate
improve circumstances
The rich demand your attention
sleight of hand, the misdirection
immigrants on sinking ships
the reason for your affliction
Look past the bleached white cliffs of dover teeth
The smart Alec quips and fucking tweed
They care nothing for your service
They will cut your fuel allowance
Spend less, get more
Wages low, conditions poor
There is a defence against the rich
Organise, protest, resist
We are worth more than this
We are the majority
We can wrench autonomy
From their filthy paws
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13. |
Venus's Girdle
04:33
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Ancient Lights London, UK
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