1. |
The Bottom of the Beaker
03:12
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Chaos! Chaos! Chaos!
God is dead.
It's the end of morality.
Save us! Save us! Save us!
We've been fed
a heroic dose of reality.
And with this information,
who can blame them?
They can’t wade through it.
But we can’t close our eyes.
We can still strive for the ideal.
The people of this planet once made an appeal
hoping the stars would reveal
some order to the chaos.
Find the cages
to hold our demons.
Decided, to save us,
we‘d find a stasis
rejecting reason.
So we wrote some stories
depicting glory for the righteous,
and most were satisfied.
But there were those who would not look away,
and their numbers were growing with each passing day.
They created a method to prove what they knew
so centuries later we could agree on what is true.
Don’t give up.
We can find some common ground.
We’re out of touch.
Men of reason shut the mystics down.
Don’t give up.
No reason that we can’t align.
If we work together we might survive.
We can still strive for the ideal. (Don't give up.)
The people of this planet once made an appeal,
hoping the stars would reveal (We're out of touch.)
a deeper understanding
that could bring some meaning to this.
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2. |
Orienteering
03:13
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I am a man
Though what that means isn't clear
But here I stand
with a need for responsibility for the sacrifice that got me here.
When all talk of masculinity
is structured around toxicity
and the men in power keep providing the proof
it's no surprise that I would find myself not knowing what to do
or how to act.
Society shows me two opposing potential tracks.
I could become a hedonistic playboy,
power hungry and treating women as my own.
Or become a martyr
hating myself for what’s concealed under my clothes.
When the models of masculinity
Drop their anchors into tyranny
and everywhere I look it's reinforced
it's no surprise that my ship doesn’t have a clear course.
But I'll find one thing and do the best I can
Perfection need not be part of the plan
Once I've managed that I'll start again
Build strength of character
So I can say
With some dignity,
I am a man.
There is no need for me to identify
With the monsters who happen to be born like me,
I'm an individual,
And I know I act respectfully.
I'll find one thing and do the best I can
Perfection need not be part of the plan
Once I've managed that I'll start again
Build the strength of character
To understand:
If I better myself
The world might follow my lead.
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3. |
Mint Conditioned
03:16
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You go to work at six in the morning.
You hardly see the sun.
You spend your day locked away,
staring at your watch.
You need this job to provide you
with a life that is so pristine.
You know you’d be happier working less
but your used to nice things.
Well, I don’t see how you could need
all of the shit stacked up inside your room.
Could it be that your self esteem
is wrapped up in recognition of fortune?
How is that enough for you?
It seems to me that
we’d be more fulfilled
If we knew we were contributing
to the collective good of the ant hill.
It’s in our nature to want to labor
to help our colony survive.
And every flavor is doubly savored
when a meal is shared amongst the tribe.
And that is why...
I don’t see how you could need
all of the shit stacked up inside your room.
Could it be that your self esteem
is wrapped up in recognition of fortune?
Watch your wealth as it piles high
above the people starving on the street.
You could feed every hungry child
if you could just give up what you don’t need.
Fight the urge to live like a king.
For every pair of new shoes
stand directly on
the neck of someone under you.
Every king needs his pawns.
So though it’s not wrong
to want...
Every pair of new shoes
stand directly on
the neck of someone under you.
Every king needs his pawns.
So though it’s not wrong
to want...
Watch your wealth as it piles high
above people starving on the street.
You could feed every hungry child
if you could just give up what you don’t need.
Your fancy cars.
Your diamond rings.
Just give up what you don’t need.
Fight the urge to live like a king.
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4. |
Paradise Lost
03:41
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The perfect home
for you and me
is a well kept garden.
a sanctuary.
Strike a chord with nature
Harmonize with care
and keep out every danger
that is out there
in the wild,
that is coming
for your child.
And since we need to
keep the wilderness at bay,
we can’t help but cling to
the concrete that we lay.
We want to be surrounded
and build a team
but we have found that,
we can't be free.
We build structures
that will keep out
all the others
at the price
of our mother’s life.
But we could treat this world like a garden;
pull some weeds and plant some seeds.
We need a safe home and to guard it
but it could be among the trees.
(The trees) out our window are
brought to their knees.
Our left arm burns to ashes
as our right arm falls asleep.
We found a cure for nature
and treatment has begun.
So if there are objections
let’s hear them.
The time is now.
For those in favor
can speak so loud,
so our voices,
as they scream proud,
Must join together
to drown them out.
We could treat this world like a garden;
pull some weeds and plant some seeds.
We need a safe home and to guard it
but it could be among the trees.
Yeah, you and me
came from the trees
so we could be
made free
by capacity
to disagree
but concede.
There’s a way out of here.
There’s a way out of here.
So it seems
our destructive speed
as if decreed
will succeed.
There’s a way out of here
There’s a way out of here
There’s a way out of here
But you’re not gonna like it.
So as you take off in that rocket
Consider conserving your new home
Instead of trashing it for profit.
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5. |
Armed to the Teeth
02:41
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I keep a pistol in my pocket at all times.
It’s loaded with lies.
Strictly there for self defense.
I’m not one for violence
but there comes a time
when inaction becomes a crime.
only then
would I consider causing harm
but to be unarmed is to be unsafe.
These days,
there’s no way to know where
it’s okay to go when
the police do not care.
When everyone has got a gun
And they’re firing shots just for fun
It makes a hero of anyone
Who will show some restraint
and put the gun away
no need for weapons in a discussion.
When everyone has got a gun
And they’re firing shots just for fun
It makes a hero of anyone
Who will show some restraint
and put the gun away
So if your not using yours
To keep the violence from your door
then to you I must implore
you to put your gun away.
There’s no need to live this way! Say!
I keep a pistol in my pocket at all times
but I think that I may not need it.
It sure would simplify
to live a life that’s free from lies
to shed the burden to align
the stories that I’ve designed.
No needless scandal,
disinclined to take a stand ‘til
I can be sure that my words reflect my mind.
Though I know
This road will wind
I’ll put my gun away.
No need to live this way! Say!
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6. |
Meme Decay
03:31
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Hey you.
The smartest ape at the zoo.
Yeah you.
You know just what to say, don’t you?
Pollute the water where we commune.
Just reuse
the talking points that are fed to you.
Yeah it is real cute,
you act like the noises your making
are coming from you.
I’d be happy to witness the debut
of anything authored by you.
It doesn’t have to be,
no it doesn’t have to be this way.
Just listen to the words you say.
And if you start to sound like
everyone who shares your view
well then it might not be you.
I know it’s not just you
Everybody would rather have the truth
Brought down from a mount
Than take a chance and look like a fool.
But since you continue
to choose all of your thoughts from a menu,
I’m calling you out.
You reuse
the talking points that are fed to you.
Yeah it is real cute,
you act like the noises your making
are coming from you.
I’d be happy to witness the debut
of anything authored by you.
But you have to think.
Be alone with your mind.
Take up your own time.
You've gotta know
your spreading disease.
Meme decay
is gaining speed.
You listen to those
who are paid to speak
let their turn of phrase shape what you mean.
But it doesn’t have to be,
no it doesn’t have to be this way.
Just listen to the words you say.
And if you start to sound like
everyone who share’s your view,
well then it might not be you.
Be you!
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Psychoid Chicago, Illinois
Psychoid is a new band from Chicago, IL. Their debut EP, Conflicting Wisdom, confronts a new age of partial/post-truths with an infectious desire to understand the world we live in, and ourselves, just a little bit better.
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