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A.I.M
00:51
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2. |
PO$T AMERICAN
01:57
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Celebrate white independence, it's great
All the white folks get a clean slate
Freedom sold as the newest elixir
American white not an ethnic mixer
A country built on genocide
Wrestle with the facts, don't run and hide
Sets a tone for us countrywide
Blind nationalism, American pride
Fuck you and your patriot circle
Fuck your capitalist infomercial
You're multi-level marketing at best
Imperialist cult, hand on your breast
Taxes pay for war while we succumb
Just to make middle class slums
Criminalize being broke
Chalk it up to being woke
America so star-spangled awesome
A nice place where the Empire blossoms
Killing Natives, built on slave labor, too
When you bleed you bleed red, white, and blue
Bougie politicians with open hands
Gigantic toddlers with demands
Check notes, what's the result?
Your people in a fascist cult
Fed hopes and the American Dream
Fed equality and star-spangled themes
We are a nation of death and the gun
We're all nearly post American
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Spirit animal
You sound obscene
Spirit cannibal
Remain unseen
A stolen home on stolen land
A foundation built on sand
He hates me
I like that
Take up your keyboard combat
I shout
You shout back
Big hands give you a big ole smack
Fighting a man with nothing to lose
Fighting a man who misconstrues
History known
History unknown
Robbing us
Like Lily Gladstone
Christian heathens
Christian demons
Take take take
Take some more
We are at war
Consumption city
We die in committees
Apologise before you say please
Pride cuts you at the knees
Fighting a man with nothing to lose
Fighting a man who misconstrues
You know who you are
Culture vultures
You fake ass Indians
Trying to benefit off our cultural wares
Ceremonies
Burning sage
Benevolent cultural appropriation
Honour by stealing?
New Age Settler Colonial thievery
Get your own culture
Spirit Animal
You're not that slick
Spirit cannibal
A settler prick
A stolen home on stolen land
A foundation built on sand
Burning sage because you think we do
Thinking you just had a breakthrough
Your gain shouldn't be my loss
Your gain shouldn't be my cost
Fighting a man with nothing to lose
Fighting a man who misconstrues
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4. |
Pit Song
01:07
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Enter into my sacred home
Be prepared if you want to roam
Teeth grinding, clenched fists
In the throes, You exist
Do you feel this
Can you feel this
This circle is what I call home
Do you feel this
Can you feel this
This is all I've ever known
Scream aloud, run in place
Watch that elbow, with your face
Sweat drips off your brow
Tilt your head, scream out loud
Do you feel this
Can you feel this
This circle is what I call home
Do you feel this
Can you feel this
This is all I've ever known
Teeth grinding, clenched fists
In the throws, you exist
Sweat drips off your brow
Tilt your head, scream out loud
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5. |
The Caucasity
04:47
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I speak
I have spoken
I have spoken across the so-called United States of America
I have shared stories
Ideas
Historical antidotes
Social justice tales
Personal lore
And the like
This one time I was speaking, and a young man interrupted me
Interrupted me with all the authority he could muster, in what I can only imagine was placed, or misplaced, in his whiteness
The caucasity
And he knew he could interrupt me because his parents likely told him he could
But I'd be remiss if I didn't admit I was intrigued
What could possibly be so important as to interrupt me as I told stories that these children have never heard
Stories I was invited here to tell
His query: why do you spend so much time complaining and not putting your energy into actually helping your people
The shock
The offense
The caucasity!
When he asked his question, he nudged his friend next to him
Looking for an agreeable partner
Allegiance
Validation
A mob of two
Which is technically the smallest mob you can have, I think
But his friend physically moved away
Shaking his head as though pleading
Please don't drag me into this
Please
Please."
The room rumbled, as though providing the soundtrack for the "friend's" discomfort
The caucasity!
Perhaps instead of saying the thing that comes from your place of ignorance, you should ask why am I here?
Why have you never heard these stories?
Why has your poor education told you that the whites are the heroes and blacks and browns are the enemy
In the way
Property
Less than
Savage
Godless
And you have the audacity
No, the caucasity, to perceive inconvenient truths to be complaining
In a learning institution?!
Why do you believe that an educated Indigenous man is unable to teach, speak truth, and help his people at the same time?
And why, as a 19- or 20-year-old child, do you think you know better?
Assured of your righteous place in the world?
Why do you ask your questions with that smug look on your face?
That same smug look carried by your ancestors that enslaved, lynched, murdered, maimed, and plundered
The caucasity!
I get it–you're at a disadvantage
Information has been omitted
And you carry things that are systemically in place
Like that my people especially are magical or something
And your love of Native Americans is rooted in the romance of our existence
Something to fantasize about
Unique
Exotic
Not human
In reality, we were people in the way of so-called progression; we were being murdered and enslaved
Your idea of us is a sports mascots
The antagonists in a John Wayne or Kevin Costner film
We are D-list characters
Eliminatable characters
People that are frequently treated as foreigners in our own homelands
That we've gone so far in the colonialist process that we barely exist to you
And we aren't something to be seen, respected
Or something that stands as a cautionary tale of how to avoid dehumanization
And assimilation
And ignorance
And brutality
And imperialism
Or Genocide
Because we are an inconvenient Indian
Something that challenges your own sense of superiority
Something you don't have to think about because you don't have to
Look! Your privilege is showing
And I hope you learn two things here
First, you don't do that
And second, Why do you spend so much time complaining and not putting your energy into actually helping your people . . . be better
By not being this
Not this
Never this
The caucasity!
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6. |
Mythical Cowboys
03:08
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John Wayne
Where you at?
You got your cowboy hat?
You hate
In your heart
Been black from the start
You are
No hero
A milquetoast zero
I heard you
Have no teeth
John Wayne what's your beef
Fake ass
Cowboy
Overcompensating old boy
John Wayne
Plays SS
Picture tucked your cowboy vest
Best cowboy that never existed
White narrative gets it twisted
I want to punch you close fisted
Tear down your silver screen of lies
Kevin Costner
Where you at?
You got your cowboy hat?
The savior
Of the west
A fucking liar in a cowboy vest
You suffer
For your art
Stealing stories, stabbing hearts
Colonial brain
Can't let go
Fake respect for you indigenous foes
Romantic with a capital R
A grave robber
With a thirst for war
So tired of your devotion to the myth
There's no nobility, just murder and theft
Settler fantasy
It's a tapestry
Of lies and genocide
You profit off the murder
Of a way of life that you'll never find
Best cowboy that never existed
White narrative gets it twisted
I want to punch you close fisted
Tear down your silver screen of lies
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7. |
Dead Pioneers
01:36
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One little, two little, three little cheers
Four little, five little dead pioneers
You brought death empire upon us all
Every time we say "Land Back", you bawl
Teach settler stories like we give a shit
We don't!
A dead pioneer would saved us some grief
We brown folks just need some relief
From your silly white little tears
I'm good with some dead pioneers!
Teach settler stories like we give a shit
We don't!
Don't get all sensitive out there, the pioneers are already dead
They're your white myth!
One little, two little, three little cheers
Four little, five little dead pioneers
If we get "Land Back" you can stay
We'll be landlords you'll have to pay
Teach settler stories like we give a shit
We don't!
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8. |
White Whine
02:08
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I don't hate white people
I know things have been said
Feelings have been hurt
Listen, I have white friends
And they're not offended
But you have to understand that these systems
These structures we live in
Under
With
They were not built for people like me
Every terrible, racist and intolerant experience I've had
Had been at the hands of a white
I get it though
Not all whites
Only some whites
If we look hard enough we can see that
The principles of white supremacy are systemic
That means they're part of those afore mentioned structures
Not meant for us
It's in the stereotypes you use
In how doctors treat us
How police engage us
How easy it is to get a high or low interest loan
Or if you're allowed to swim here
Or picnic there
But not all whites
I get it
If I get called "an Indian" with enough vitriol
Saying it with a look on your face like you smell something terrible
I have to believe that either I'm the problem
Or you are the problem
It takes a long time for a brown child to realize it's not them
Sometimes we don't escape that
We carry the burden for our whole lives
Die shamed
And broken
So to call things out for what they are
When they are
Lifts the vail of the great American gaslight
Where we can live free knowing that we are
Ok
Beautiful
Intelligent
Divine
Enough
This is a lot
Hard to find humanity in it
Or humor
Sustainability
Balance
So I'll leave you with this
I don't drink
But my favorite white whine is
All Lives Matter
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No one notices
No one sees
His life has no guarantees
Doesn't talk
Can't hear
Towers over you
Stands near
Observes
And stands
Stoic
Nervous
Has control
Loyal service
He disrupts
He constructs
This is all you know
Ratchet is a foe
Thank you
He says
McMurphy swore
Give him more
Give him more
Utters small words
Whispers a phrase
In a daze
In a daze
Juicy fruit
Juicy fruit
You got played
Straight with silence
He stands tall
Call him chief
Plays basketball
He smiles
He exudes
Climb fence
Escaping madness
There's no threat here
No need to destroy
His friend
Lost out
Compassionate solution
On set
There's a threat
The earth moved
It shook us all
Mental Anguish
Mental fall
Thank you
He says
McMurphy swore
Give him more
Utters small words
Whispers a phrase
In a daze
Juicy fruit
Juicy fruit
You got played
The Life he takes
Is out of remorse
He lifts the sink
With the strength of a horse
He flees
To be indigenous
And to be free
He represents you
He represents me
Everything changed
It was one small word
Something stirred
He moved us all
Changed ideas
White thought
Something fought
Moved the storyline
Set us free
Growth out like a tree
Thank you
He says
Murphy swore
Give him more
Utters small words
Whispers a phrase
In a daze
Juicy fruit
Juicy fruit
You got played
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10. |
STFU
00:51
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There is something I want to say
Listen closely
I will only be say it once
You are not under fire
No one is trying to take your shit
Your feelings do not supersede
The truth
Your fear isn't fear
It is threatened white supremacy
And while you're not burning crosses
And wearing white hoods
And giving Nazi salutes
You still clutch your pearls
You still walk across the street to avoid undesirables
You still call the cops because of picnics
Lemonade stands and children swimming in the pool
In fear of your trifled life
And I can only sigh
And say with all the love I can muster
And with all due respect
In the name of all that is holy
And sacred
Shut the fuck up
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Bloodletting Carnival
01:52
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I have been a person of periphery my whole life
As we enter into a new era of oppressive ghouls
Gleefully oppressing
A collective realization is taking hold
That we are all being pushed to the margins of American value
American assets
American earning potential
All while our children are holding the line
Of our moral ineptitude
Mystified by how they can create these barricades so well
When they've trained for this their entire lives
Through school shooter drills
Forcing children to protect the 2nd amendment
While we actively don't protect children
I can't sleep
Even though my nightmares are dreams
My nightmares are daymares reserved for my reality
My reality being managed by sycophantic genocidal maniacs of the state
Imagine licking the boots of genocide
Is it cannibalism if you just lick blood?
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12. |
Love Language
03:16
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Those manly inadequacies
Makes a man dramatically
Falling in a manly pit of despair
Not allowed to like pink
Too blind and too weak
His patriarchal flag is white
Caught up in supremacy
His male-patterned zealotry
Only room for a manly man
Wishes his dick was so big
But it's built like a twig
Bought a truck to make up the difference
Your factory creates fear
Your hate becomes severe
Lost to the manly standards of the day
To take your autonomy
For 10 rules in Deuteronomy
A manly definition of right or wrong
Manly definition to be free
Includes a shooting spree
Your sexism gunna kill us all
His patriarchal flag is white!
And when he murders us
It's such a shock
He was a nice guy
Not all men
Not all men
As if language of love isn't laced with male entitlement
But when a racialised man kills
He represents his race
Be careful around those men
More laws
More police on the street
Protect the women
Which women?
Because police never kill women
Shoot them dead when they call for help
Abuse their power to abuse women
The police women
Which women?
And the men over there
They all hate women
Let's bomb them!
To protect the women
The worst protect women
Which women?!
Who is trapped in our hour of being counted as women
Who is protecting?
And who is a threat?
Whose lives are grievable?
Other's defense is community
None of us are free until we're all free!
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13. |
Fire and Ash
02:37
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I think about my own, I am moved by your life
I don't want your loss, defined by strife
But the beauty of this world seems broken down
Loss of life over some simple pronouns
Your spirit is a testament to you're power
To lose you, my child, grief would devour
I hold mine close, remembering your name
Oh my child, here you hold no blame
I want you to stand tall and hold your head up high
To see your place in the world, to look to the sky
To walk the world, know you are a light
To hold you, love you, and tell you it will be alright
If we are doing it right, you are at the center
In dust and ash your name will be remembered
The beauty of the world seems heartbroken
We're saying your name out loud, we are outspoken
I held you and heard your baby's breath
To walk this world freely, without fear of death
Our lives are made up of fire and ash
Fire and ash
Fire and ash
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14. |
Working Class Warfare
02:22
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To want for everything
To always work in vain
No rest for the weary
Always work in pain
To fight is to disobey
No calling in sick today
Your greedy overlords
They'll make you pay
Your worth is minimum wage
It doesn't matter your age
Profits over people
I'm in a fit of rage
The revolution is televised
Nothing hidden or disguised
The rich are getting richer
We are not surprised
Say earning a living
Earn the right to live?
Dismantle social class
Pound of flesh we give
It's capitalism you see
And doesn't work for me
As it collapses all around us
And wouldn't you agree?
Freedom shouldn't have a fee
The rule of law, rule of thumb
They will work us to kingdom come
No one cares until they care
Poverty for all
Prosperity for some
They're having a ball
Stripping us of dignity
Taking away our homes
Money dictates divinity
Our country takes
Led by the fakes
These are just the perks
That's how capitalism works
Say earning a living
Earn the right to live?
Dismantle social class
Pound of flesh we give
It's capitalism you see
And doesn't work for me
Capitalism kills
Don't' you see
As it collapses all around us
Its collapsing all around us
And wouldn't you agree?
Freedom shouldn't have a fee
Just like you I long to be free
Just like you i long to be free
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Minding my Indigenous business isn't as easy as it sounds
When I'm trying to find a good sugar cereal
Someone might want to touch my braids
Or ask me to give them an Indian name
My calculated response must sometimes include not being
A mean Indian
An insensitive Indian
The kind of Indian that might complain about having our land taken
And our languages lost
And our ceremony criminalized
But sometimes being an asshole is the best option
I endow you with the Indian name Sadu'u
Which means Dog in my native tongue
And you might be asking yourself, "Why Dog?"
Because in the same way a Dog doesn't have enough sense to disregard its own feces
You keep messing with Native people, wanting more Indian names
And romantic notions of your sense of pioneer superiority
Without realizing that sometimes
Just sometimes
The only good pioneer is a dead pioneer
Because there will always be another settler to take your place
And begin the cycle over again
What's your Indian name?
Can I have an Indian name?
So I name you Atsakweta'a
Which means sunburn
Literal translation "is red"
Because you have the skin of someone who seems to be in a fight with the sun
A fight you're losing
When they say, "You lost; we won; get over it," I can't help but think that maybe
In terms of the sun
You lost, the sun won, get over it
The only thing worse than an angry Indian
A spiteful Indian is an insensitive Indian
Because we shouldn't be mad; we should be grateful
For iPhones and education
And teflon pots and flower shops
And capitalism and student loans
And just enough English to communicate with you
You're new Indian name in English
White person who Talks too much, presumes too much, and has no boundaries
Which is a mouthful
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Rooted in the Punk aesthetic, Dead Pioneers is not afraid to tackle hard political and social issues From original songs to spoken word with punk riffs, Dead Pioneers was created with a love of music, a love of art and the DIY disposition of just figuring it out and seeing what happens. ... more
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