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Apocalypse Tango
04:36
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Christ alive!
Another crowd being fired upon
Best take off running
Best hide where I can
God's blood!
Christo-fascists love to play in the mud
Scriptural purity aside
They're rotting at their core
Dance with us
Romance the end with us
The end comes for all of us
Eventually
Don't be afraid
It's American made
so it shouldn't work
Oh my friends!
What's that you say, it's happening again?
We didn't forget
But that's not the same as remembering
Crash and burn!
Just like the markets and election returns
Everyone's doing it now
So relax, and play with these matches
Dance with me
Take a chance and romance with me
Abortion's a moot point
The world's at an end point
There's bound to be casualties
I wouldn't fret, you haven't even undressed yet
And I'm whiskey limp
Now that I'm turgid
I feel extroverted
Let's see if there's something for me...
to...fuck...
Up with the chaos
Up with the profligacy
If this world is ending
Then let's stop pretending
and cowering with naïveté
Are you paranoid?
That will play well with the accelerando
So put your head in this sand
then give me your hand
for the Apocalypse
Tango!
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2. |
We Don't Have a Choice
02:39
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With warm regards
I send off this letter
Don't mind the stains
they're just whiskey and beer
How's things on the other side?
How's the rager on that distant shore?
I'm not sure if you've
gotten the news over there yet
We need you now
More than we ever did before
If you round up a party to pay us a visit
Just make sure Joe Strummer's good & drunk 'fore ya come on over
There's plenty of fighting to do in these streets
And plenty of Nazis to brain
Tired of waiting for another voice
To guide us
So we'll dust off the old songs
and dig out the Armalites
I can still smell the whiskey on your breath
and hear the tears in your voice
It's time to fight now
can't let the cowards sort it out
we don't have a choice
It's good to know
we can still talk like this
'cuz not too many get to see
this side of me
I was worried this song sounded too much like ya
But then I remembered that's the fucking point
Plenty of fighting to do in these streets
Plenty of cops to shame
We were wondering what took you so long
and where ya stashed all your booze
You sure taught us a lesson with that one
Can't take it with ya when ya go
But I've still got the songs and the memories
Of drunken basement shows
It's time to fight now
can't let the cowards sort it out
we don't have a choice
we don't have a choice
no you don't have a choice
no you don't have a choice
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3. |
Steal As Much As You Can
03:44
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I’m home listenin’ to Skip James
on a stolen stereo
I’m listening to Son House
on a stolen stereo
I never pay for nothin’
I just take it from the store
Work all goddamn week
Can’t afford my booze come Friday night
Work all goddamn week
can’t afford my booze come Friday night
Don't you to try and stop me
Unless your lookin for a fight
So I'm going in to take it
Can’t say I feel bad for it none
If I want it than I take
can’t say I feel bad for it none
Businessman sure seems to have enough
to spare me some
Didn’t Jesus talk with criminals
what’s the Savior too good for me
Didn’t my Jesus drink with criminals
what’s the Lord too good for me
well he can keep his wine then
more whiskey for me
Nah, jail don’t fret me none
Being a working man’s a prison all it’s own
Nah, jail don’t fret me none
Working is a prison all it’s own
And it ain’t just for the bosses
You work for Zuckerberg at home
Yeah, Facebook sold my life away
might as well try to steal it back one bit at a time
Google sold my life away
i’ll try to steal it back one bit a time
So gimme something new to steal
And don’t you dare go drop a dime
Steal as much as you can!
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4. |
No Accidents
04:08
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they say it's never easy to bury your love/ but i knew better/ i dismembered it/ i put it in a hole/ within a circle of salt/ performed a banishment/ anointed it with my piss
the stains on the black boots/ the blood in these roots/ i put it there/ i put there/ next to a bag of hair/ and an oversized pinecone
in future generations it'll give birth/ to a crooked tree/ and it's bark'll have fibers of muddy hair/ intertwined like vines/ the scene of a crime/ in due time/ isn't everything?
i left the door unlocked/ and hell walked right in/ now i can tell the devil/ i greet him as a friend/ tell him to meet me at the end/ of the bar or the world
call it dealer's choice/ my death mask mottled with terror and poise/ and if anything should happen/ know this/ there are no accidents/ there are no accidents/ there are no accidents
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5. |
Saving the Appearances
06:58
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Asherah, can you hear me?
I’m all out of time
Pray before the stones
I had a glimpse
of someone else’s dream
It birthed a desire
for a dream of my own
I said a prayer
To stop my heart from leaping
Out of my chest
Into your cold hands
I don’t recall this voice
Crying
Calling
Offerings are burning
Salt is for curing
Purge me
with hyssop now
Leave me here
to dream
Find me with
senseless sensing
Clothe me
in rags
I am
I am
I am
I am
I…..
I am saving the appearances
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The history of otherness
is a history of pain
but, love is never criminal
it is only in vain
Each galant soldier
Every smiling bureaucrat
imagines themselves a gentleman
but are actually a rat
why do they hate us?
why should we care?
You can’t choose who you love
but you can choose what will break your heart
Goose-stepping vipers
besiege the institute
murdering and harvesting
more strange and bitter fruit
The bonfire of books
Lights up the Berlin sky
The frightened masses cheering
Though they do not know why
You can’t choose who you love
but you can choose what will break your heart
You can’t choose who you love
but you can choose what will break your heart
why do they hate us?
why should we care?
watch all our history’s embers
dance in the night air
You can’t choose who you love
but you can choose what will break your heart
You can’t choose who you love
but you can choose what will break your heart
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7. |
House of Love
06:17
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The house of love is on fire
Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn
An open grave
is the other end of
a birth canal
We swim
in amniotic repose
Tomorrow’s just
another yesterday
while oblivion
haunts itself
The house of love is on fire
Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn
The angels in heaven are tired
They never learn, never learn, never learn
Squealing
Clawing wrist deep in a corpse’s cunt
Digging out the last hope of hope
Give birth to the apocalypse
Stalking you like the beleaguered wife of a deeply-closeted and sadistic longshoreman
Drunk on gin, pilled to the gills, looking to fuck or fight
The body you defile
is the new world
our future untangled in
it’s lap
The body is not
a new world
It’s a pillow that remembers all your bad dreams
and sighs
Born
astride
a grave
I pray
my soul
to speak
Remember me
my beloved
But please
forget
my fate
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8. |
Oblivious Waltz
03:36
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Spare me a drink to spare my eyes
I’m sick of crying
Don’t ask me why, I’ll only lie
No sense in trying
Missing you is now routine
But never boring
The whiskey helps, ironically
Feels just like touring
So now, it’s time to dance
oblivious to
the ghosts between us
We can all share in the haunting now
Old pal
Time never runs out
It’s always sooner or later
And there’s always
a tab to be paid
I’ll have another
Sooner or later
Trust me
it’s better this way
Because now, it’s time to dance
oblivious to
the ghosts between us
We can all share in the haunting now
Old pal
It’s time to dance
the oblivious waltz
Just take a chance
on the oblivious waltz
Cover your face with your hands
So your oblivious waltz
Yes, dance
to oblivion waltz
Try to understand
oblivion waltz
just one more time
'till oblivion waltz
bye, goodbye, goodbye
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9. |
Vile Bodies
04:22
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Sipping warm beer in a graveyard
Every last one of us holding drugs
This isn’t time for reflection or mourning
But that’s what we told the cops when they showed up
It was just 10 hours ago
The future crumbled into dust
Everything’s an excuse at age 18
To go get fucked up
Looking back all those years later
I understand
The privilege required to be decadent
It’s all been downhill since then
For everyone
I guess you could say
It’s just one of those times
Sliding into distraction and oblivion
Black bodies piled in the streets
Fascist thugs running up & down the alleyways
The cops aren’t chasing them, they’re practically cheering them on
If God were just, he’d once more cleanse us with a flood
Coincidence is cheap when your playing for blood
The future’s a luxury
That’s distributed unevenly
Spiraling ever
Faster down the drain
Some us don’t have the time
To wait for "happy days are here again"
If we don’t burn it down
The world’s sure to burn us up
So many vile bodies
Dancing
to the end of a world
Designed for pleasure and speed
Soon we’ll wonder
what happened to those good ol’ days
These bright young things
Tilling the soil of their own grave
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10. |
Just One More Day
04:09
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i dunno know what to think
there’s not enough to drink
to quiet my mind
dunno how to say goodbye
so all i do is cry
even though i know it won’t bring you back
there’s not a thing
i can do
to stop missing you
so i’ll stop trying
just one more day
just one more day
screaming over feedback with such glee
exploring endless possibilities
what can i say
what can i say
i always hoped things wouldn’t end this way
but we both knew life could be cruel as hell
fortune favors the brave
but that’s not enough to save you
so i’m stuck here getting wasted with your ghost
we still need you here
so many are crippled by fear
we need you to tell them, it’s good to have an enemy
there’s nothing we could do
to make sense of this, it’s true
but that’s not helpful
just one more day
just one more day
screaming over feedback with such glee
exploring endless possibilities
some people say
some people might say
that things were bound to end this way
but they’re the cynics and they can go straight to hell
the dope and the wine and the stage
they gave back to you what you gave
what a wonderful world
just one more day
just one more day
singing all together with such glee
& with all those wine-stained teeth
what can i say
what can i say
i always hoped things wouldn’t end this way
but we both knew life could be cruel as hell
At the end of the day
end of the day
you never, ever forgot your lines
and we’ll still hear them
all the time
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11. |
Nightmare Alley
04:55
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Sleeping in an empty doorway
Oh god, what’s with these shakes now
These bastards on the dance-floor sway
Just like drunken booze hounds
No lucky break for me there, Frank
No better luck next time, Sam
The razor in my boot is thirsty
But then, so am I, man
So back in through those double doors
‘Cuz bars are where the trouble’s stored
And if it isn’t one thing, it’s another
The doormen always seem the same
Like free, bathroom stall cocaine
And the fascist thugs upstairs are such a pain, man
It’s hard to have a good time when
the world is coming unspooled again
The pulse of life is racing
Just like 1938
So step up now, ‘fore it’s too late
why fuck when you can masturbate
When your a god in your own mind
You know it feels great
Lessons learned and pain gained
that sweet old comforting refrain
Let’s make this country great again
Yeah right, man
Charlatans have purchase now
and violence is in style
so if you see me smile
walk away, my friend
As gender-bending reprobates
we’re decadent and inchoate
Fighting for survival
with the rabble
White or yellow,
Black or brown,
There is no solace in this town
The streets in which we sleep
Must remain
hallowed
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12. |
Get Out of the Way
03:41
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now the boys from brazil
are the boys from everywhere
proudly saluting the foes
their grandfather’s died fighting
what’s it say about you
that you think they need protection
what’s it say about us that so many
listen to you
we’re not talking about free speech
we’re talking about ovens and cattle cars
the only platform they deserve
is the gallows they’re hung from
so wring your hands now coward
though they’d like to wring your neck
we can collect your liberal tears
in the puddles of their blood
history’s not doomed to repeat itself
you know, appeasement is a choice
turns out that we’re just stupid enough
to double down on a losing strategy
oh well
what’s the use in trying
you're secretly pleased
be it wall st or nazis you’ll shine their shoes with your tongue
try to reform a system that profits from genocide
you're bound to end up a feckless scarecrow
i’d say your principles are an inch deep
and a mile wide
but mass graves are usually dug much deeper
so wring your hands now coward
though i’d like to wring your neck
we can collect your liberal tears
in the puddles of their blood
history’s not doomed to repeat itself
you know, appeasement is a choice
turns out that we’re just stupid enough
to double down on a losing strategy
oh well
i’m not here to pass judgment
no wait…yes i am
your good intentions are worthless
so get out of the way
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Teorema Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Teorema emerged as a result of 3 of the former members of World/Inferno (Ellie Goodman, Matthew Landis, and Brendan Furey) talking about how they wished they could play music together again. They set about making this a reality and, as befit their legacy as a part of the original cabaret-circus-punk collective, they set out in Jack's spirit to write songs about and for friends to the friendless. ... more
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