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The Gerontocracy
06:27
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Gerontocracy is the only outcome,
Demonic or well-meaning, both aged
The hemp papers go up in flames,
As the new age dictator is assuaged
What he wants, they tried,
In an era more favorable,
And was starved for funds by ’61.
The media,
The paper tiger,
Can no more be accounting to the puppets aglance,
Follow the scent of misleading snouts.
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2. |
If You Can Keep It
05:50
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Red Lion, look it up!
There used to be equal time.
Policy, not pablum.
Substance, not fluff.
Behind the wings, the apologists complain,
Scion from an old family,
Or dark sheep.
The old sheep, looking, figured nicely,
No backbone in him no more.
Could we take the heirs of the/Sons of Liberty/Minutemen
And throw them in the River Charles?
A republic that we cannot keep?
Oh how lightning would see us now.
Oh how lightning would see us
Four score, some 125 years ago,
We were entrusted
And by the narrowest of margins,
We hold off
This is much….
This is…..
This not our scream/script
This is the future I was too blind to see before
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Bellum Americanum I
06:37
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Though there is strife through the tale American,
Bloodshed, injustice, and lies,
Men, women too,
Do their obligation, and, for the most part,
Allow the nation to thrive.
Robber barons inside the pillars,
The older doubloon,
The arrow’s nest.
The vertebrates becoming encephalopods [sic]
Sabertooths without fang[s]
This is the sum, who to choose?
Now don’t be so surprised,
Keep what the dog’s been feeding you
Very in your eyes
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Bellum Americanum II
06:15
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Battle for the star-spangled soul,
It’s not as easy as it sounds
When the forces are weak,
When the mood is sour
People upset over identity,
They cost citizens their lives
For just daring to be different
Someone can go and take that story to the press,
Whatever you do, just make ‘em guess.
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If the social contract fails, the only option lies
Anarchy or suicide
Every man against every man,
That the lectures prepared me for.
Take a flagpole,
It will cross swords
With self-aggrandizement
Sister against brother,
Lover against lover!
Our history will be nothing!
Burning it down.
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6. |
Bloody Potomac Stomp
02:59
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[instrumental]
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C.W. Franz Chicago, Illinois
Enterprising poet with a strange taste in music. Butchering everything from folk to musique concrete or something.
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