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Heavy Metal
04:00
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Uncaged canaries into a coal mine, my fingers crossed for you.
The shame and desperation comes in waves.
It’s strange how you make Overton look like Ames.
The zip-tied wrists of the fever-kissed
have been waiting for this.
We soak in pools of barbiturates amazed by all of it.
For the best of us won’t make it out the mine, but they’ll name a tie on their rail for you.
Traced the blame
The talking heads in khaki
Their pockets sickened
Bullfrog-shaped men offer nothing.
All for one and one for every stunted soul.
It’s the only thing that can’t be took:
control.
Like pages torn from burning books
Our privileged ignorance of floating fish
and the heavy metal rinsed into the basins of environments
With each mine collapse a Churchill gets its rings.
If the best of us don’t make it out alive
They’ll name a brick in their wall for you.
Trace the blame.
The Talking heads in khaki, their pockets sick and bullfrog-shaped men offer nothing.
Can we just call this what it is?
Sleight of hand.
At best a rabbit from the hat.
Or a drunken wedding band.
One for all until it falls.
[If we pull mercy from the wayside,
focusing in on how we treat each other-
Your wringing hands could undo wrongs.
It’s all for one.]
Trace the blame.
The Talking heads in khaki, their pockets sick
And Bullfrog-shaped men offer nothing.
Can we just call this what it is?
It’s sleight of hand
It’s a fucking lip-synched Lindsay Lohan.
A future lit by street lamps.
So one for all until it falls.
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Thurible
03:13
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Look at this broken spine
Look at this dusty cover (of trite and boring tradition)
Color me black and white, leave me between the pages
filled with paragraphs of Capulet’s
and couplets scrapped of a once-wished happy ending.
Never the less the story goes half as well as we are told.
Never the less I feel my temples grey like herrings red and everything that you said.
So I’ll pray for a better existence without contrition
I’ll find my way
This traditions growing old and it leaves my head more holed than wholesome
Let flames lick the wax off my forehead, smoothing the cracks as we pool to the ground
(It’ll leave you as empty as church bells) Church bells swinging their song to the libertine fields.
It makes no difference-
A cry for help or the coda, hell,
Its just music to your ears
So I’ll pray for a better existence without contrition
My head’s more holed than wholesome
Lovebirds sing, jailbirds swell
for a rabid crowd all hungry for their fall
Undo the censer from under my chin–
I’m born again.
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KALI MASI Chicago, Illinois
Kali Masi is an American punk rock band from Chicago. They've been heavily touring and self-promoting for the last 6 years; steadily evolving the heavy, emotive, and urgent sound found on their 2017 LP 'WIND INSTRUMENT' and the much anticipated 2021 followup '[laughs]' ... more
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