Odes and Observations

by sober becky

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released October 23, 2014

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Track Name: Samurai Style
Read a book about a man canning crabs on a ship
Full of other disillusioned communists
Achieving a reform through resist
Receiving a victory far too short lived
The ship sailed on across the sea
Long kill the company

I've got a perfect chat room identity
but I spend too much time staring blankly at the screen
we're not really who we pretend to be
But if I'm not pretending than I'm not really me

We're trading progress for humanity
Turning the human into a machine
Another sacrifice in the name of the company
But I cant buy happiness from a vending machine

Konnichiwa kanoshi85. Critically diagnosed with just being alive
We could end our misery
Together and somewhat honorably
Meet me at the subway station, we'll end our frustration
There's no going back when you're splattered on the train
And half still stuck on the track

We're trading progress for humanity
Turning the human into a machine
Another sacrifice in the name of the company
But I cant buy satisfaction from a vending machine

Shinto offers no salvation in the end
While, fat Buddha's sticky palms are always outstretched for my yen
Faith is a dead end, what can I turn to instead?
Now I'm tired and I just cant wait to be dead
I could throw myself from a window thirty stories tall
Shrug my shoulders stiff and fall
They'll quarantine the city block, scrape me off of the sidewalk like chewing gum
Or is it easier to just get a gun?

We're trading progress for humanity
Turning the human into a machine
Another sacrifice in the name of the company
But I cant buy happiness from a vending machine
Track Name: Eavesdropping
Some guy over lunch said:
“Future wars won’t be fought over oil; they will be fought over air”
He had a shining bald spot and white hair

In the future maybe wars will be fought over free time
They will be fought over DNA and who owns the rights to mine
The way my chromosomes align (etc)

That guy having lunch ate:
A soup, a salad and pad thai
He was talking about war to his friend – some other old guy

And I was listening from the kitchen
Cleaning up plates and people’s table scraps
Pondering the stupidity of plastic wrap, and other immortal bits of trash

Once a night I feed the dumpster
Once a week a truck takes it away
And they’ll pile it up and we’ll leave it there
For other people to deal with some other day

Because the future is still too far away
Although this may well be the last war we will ever wage
It all seems too far away to change.
Track Name: 300 Feet
I’m standing here, looking up three hundred feet
Standing here looking at two thousand years
Standing here, wondering how many like me, have stood here looking at this very tree
Probably, the oldest living being I will ever meet
So much more than ass-wipe and magazines
So much more than a victory to be cut down

I’m standing here, looking at a two thousand acre farm
The top soil is all but gone, there are pesticide run-off ponds
And the aquifer is all dried up, depleted beyond repair....
Soon to be pipelining water from the great lakes of Canada to there
But here were too distracted to care and we’ve got better things to riot about
(Hockey games and MC hammer)

I’m driving down eight lanes in a midnight semi truck parade
Weaving through trailers packed with green tomatoes and ethylene gas, wonder bread and weapons
Just passed another army base
But I will just drive by I am now desensitized
To California’s roadside

I’m standing here, looking up three hundred feet
Standing here looking at two thousand years
Standing here, wondering how many like me, have stood here looking at the final three percent
Track Name: Walter
Walter sitting by himself, is looking at the shit lined up on his shelf
Wondering, when he dies where will it go?
But Walter knows it will just go to the dump
Walter is getting pretty angry, considering the illusion sold that he is free.
Free to live within a boundary imposed by exclusive, rich royalty
Too many lifetimes deep, to recognize
The cage that’s built around our lives
Born into mandatory captivity, to use their designated routes, slave to their colonies.
So Walter thinks, what a bunch of dinks!
Bloated briefcase toting idiots who think exclusively financially, deficient logically, morally empty.
A bunch of corporate droids, CEOs, doing exactly what they’re told to
In a global, reckless competition
And we’re all being dragged down with them.
So Walter thinks, well fuck this.
From now on, I reject it.
Seek my colonial conditioning and I’ll finally eject it
No imperialist pig will be telling me
My identity
Subordinate dependency
And Walter says in the end I guess we’ll see
What snuffs us out first, Nature or Greed.
Track Name: Exasperated on your Couch
It’s hard to resist the temptation of my self induced expiration
When the more I see, the more it makes me want to give up and run away.
Maybe my consciousness is just a waste of mind
Talking to walls of weak excuses
I’m worrying, wondering what the use is
If everyone is capable of selective seeing
In order to sustain a luxurious state of being
As if there’s no impending peril if it can’t be seen yet
And the more I see the more it makes me
Want to give up and run away
Maybe an effort is just a waste of time.
But at least
Some ones trying
In response to prevailing blind complicity
I find I’m sacrificing my own earthly responsibilities
In order to achieve comfort socially or find I am left lonely
Pointless
Purposeless
Trivial time
Well I am still breathing
So it’s still worth trying
To overcome the trap of persistent distraction
Preventing my ideas from evolving into action
Well I am only one small crumb
And who will see what I get done?
No one but me will see the world that I see
We are all alone
And all almighty
Creators, composers of Life, existentially
The more I see the more it makes me want to get up and do something
Maybe my pessimism was just a waste of time
Track Name: Reading Derrick Jensen
Today I see, I’m one of way too many.
Today there are not enough bees.
Today there’s just too many of me.
And I wonder, when I go, will I go alone?
Or will we all die at the same time?
Today I’m alive.
Fondly pondering the end of this civilization.
A collapse. A liberation.
A collapse. Ecological emancipation.
And I’d like to be able to say I had a little more to do with sending it on its way out the door.
Unless a nuke falls first.
In which case, the resulting scenario would be much worse.
We’ll try, we’ll all try to survive. It won’t be long before it’s realized.
That we were robbed of our animal abilities, when shaped into socially productive machines.
And we will probably be eaten by other human beings.
Anyway, back to now...
To blame I look to everyone else
But I just see myself, waiting to see who will act first, first before me
Track Name: Disconnect
I am getting by on disconnect from what I can’t adapt to yet
I am actively in separation
Emotional removal from the situation
A stark display for me to grasp how temporary we are
Still I am denying the permanence of dying
I think it’s a response innately engrained to cope with
Tragedy - contrasted with the capacity to cherish other living beings
Connect through and belong to
Need and value
I guess it’s an indication of
LOVE
and how far removed I was
From vital, elemental cycling through of
Build up, break down
Me and you
are mere accessories to
Track Name: Moths
You can go outside and eat the moths
Drawn to the kitchen light
I’ll stay inside tonight,
Here, where I’ve spent most nights of my life
You can wake me up at four
Puking in my bed
I’ll kick you outdoors but
You can come back again
And I can pretend
That time has not passed and this won’t end
You’re a master of living mindfully
All you need is within reach
All you know is all you see
Well I’ll come back to you again
And I can pretend
That time has not passed and this won’t end
You still represent
The days that I have spent
Forming, wondering what might be
ahead my dreams all still boldly
big, not humbled, still in reach
Fantasies I still retreat to
and hope that I won’t lose
Well I’ll come back to you again
And I can pretend
That time has not passed and this wont end
Track Name: SARS
Lately I've been preparing to deal with all that's been scaring me
I am ready to succumb to the swine flu, SARS and to anthrax and terrorist attacks

Lately I've been getting prepared, for I am fucking scared
I am ready to pay any tax, to save me from bombings and hijacks, and people on crack

Lately I've been acting a bit like a sheep, with dogs snapping at my feet
Lately I've been thinking about planes in the sea
They haven't found any wreckage yet but I read, that they received a bomb threat

Lately I've been listening to corporate news on channel two
They're warning me of a foreign enemy which clearly is nigh and really coming this time

Fear, an efficient means, employed to manage me
Securing my state loyalty with fake depictions of a world I'll never really see.