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Abstract
03:42
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I couldn’t find my senses
Nor the conjugation of my tenses
Nothing that exists is concrete
I’m abstract and incomplete
I see a little child in your eyes, in your eyes
Those stories that you told me were lies
They were lies (x4)
Followed constellations on my skin
I thought it would help me win
Everything that exists is finite
Even our eternity ends by night
I see a little child in your eyes, in your eyes
Those stories that you told me were lies, they were lies
I never thought that I would see you cry
But now I realize
That you’ll only be a child
In my eyes (x3)
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2. |
Merit
04:09
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The bus rides grew longer
Just like your hunger
But your fingers stayed warm
As you played through the storm
You wouldn't buy into this buying culture
I know that you did want to have kids
But not in a world
That you'd want to shelter them from
I can attest to the extraordinariness
That you were
I can confess that you got less
Than what you deserved
Their coins made no change
Which they would find to be strange
As you wait in line to pass the time
For someone else
I can attest to the extraordinariness
That you were
I can confess that you got less
Than what you deserved
Why do I need to push you out of my life?
I can't sleep cause I need to be in control again
I want to sleep with you... by my side
I can attest to the extraordinariness
That you were
I can confess that you got less
Than what you deserved
x2
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I was deprived of all six senses
Until I saw the expenses
When they slammed me into a mall
Telling me I was a woman who should walk tall
Now all these institutions are checking for my bar-code
Maybe I don’t want to eat their corpses
What a life I’ve had
Now I’m eating the hand that feeds me
What a life I’ve had
I really wish you didn’t need me
When you go through an internal revolution
But they only provide binary options
That’s when you know you’ve left the Earth
It will take them a while to dig you out of the dirt
I’m rejecting the role of this play
I never asked to be part of
What a life I’ve had
Now I’m eating the hand that feeds me
What a life I’ve had
I really wish you didn’t need me
I feel myself growing heavier each day
Maybe that’s why it’s getting harder
To lift myself out of bed
Is there something wrong with my head
What a life I’ve had
Now I’m eating the hand that feeds me
What a life I’ve had
I really wish you didn’t need me
*earthling ed*
Is the killing moral if it's out of sight, out of mind or is unnecessary killing always morally reprehensible? How many of us would oppose to see an animal being killed in front of us but go home and eat fried pig flesh, fried cow flesh, or a lamb leg...
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4. |
Acid Rain
04:21
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I found you thinking by the river
You found me sinking as I shivered
But I wasn’t cold
I was just getting old
The view from the bridge was spectacular
Or was it just the alcohol?
Behind the shiny smiles are wisdom teeth that are rotting
And soon they will be pulled out
Hold your breath or else
They will kiss you on the mouth
Runaway
I will hide you in my coat
Acid rain, go away
I felt the corpse dragging my foot down
But I’ll never drown
You’re safe under my care
Life is not fair (but it didn’t have to be that way)
Runaway
I will hide you in my coat
Acid rain, go away
I found you thinking by the river
You found me sinking as I shivered
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5. |
Le Quai
02:31
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On se baladait sur le quai
Le monde n’était pas couché
Les jeunes savaient ce qu’ils pensaient
Les jeunes voulaient continuer
Les bouteilles en verre sous la lumière
Trop fier d’avoir l’aire
D’être un con (x2)
La seule chose que je pouvais voir
C’était qu’ils aimaient bien boire
La seule chose que je pouvais voir
C’était qu’ils aimaient bien boire
On se baladait sur le quai
Le monde n’était pas couché
Les jeunes savaient ce qu’ils pensaient
Les jeunes voulaient continuer
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6. |
On Guard
04:49
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Why do you look behind your back
On guard for an attack
When we only want the best for you
We were programmed to rate
One another on a scale from 1 to 10
But we’ve figured out the code to decode
You’ve boarded the right boat
Because
Nobody ever cared
So why hide behind your hair
If nobody ever cared, ever dared
Dared to get near
We see you sharpening the knives
Dangling like icicles on your gums
Why don’t you join in on the love
And fight the evil with us, fight the evils with us
Because
Nobody ever cared
So why hide behind your hair
If nobody ever cared, ever dared
Dared to get near
To where you are (x2)
Where are you (4x)
Because
Nobody ever cared
So why hide behind your hair
Nobody ever cared, ever dared
Dared to get near
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7. |
graduating,
03:25
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The day has come I’m finally free
Or am I just changing prison cells
I hear their fear beneath their explosive cheers
Realizing we’re about to dive into hell
Happy mother’s day as he drinks mother cow’s loss
No one will ever be perfect but we make others pay the cost
My white socks turned pink when you threw up into the sink
Then you grew up in a blink, I didn't know what to think except…
All these academics stuck in their ivory tower
Spitting out their jargon, maintaining structures of power
My concentration fluttered away
After I heard what you had to say
Well I’m finally moving on from this place
I’m about to launch a rocket into a new headspace
I don't know if I’ll miss everything about these years
But I’m sure nostalgia will soak me in tears
I’ll only miss you a lot (x4)
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Cristina Berting Vancouver, British Columbia
they / them
total liberation!
music made on the occupied, traditional and ancestral land of the xʷməθkʷəy̓əm (Musqueam), Sḵwx̱wú7mesh (Squamish) and Səl̓ílwətaʔ/Selilwitulh (Tsleil-Waututh) nations
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