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1. |
What's Next
04:12
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People say the year has been
Worse than those before
I would say there’s decades if not
Centuries of missteps to pay for
Randomness is common
Cruelty is too
Fascists lead the nations and
Nobody’s sure just how to cope with
Not knowing if we will make it
Through, well I threw my
Problems in the trash, plucked them
Out of my mind’s eye
The world ain’t getting better yet,
But at least I don’t wanna die
It's a comedy of errors, and a
Tragedy as well, but you can
Laugh about it, cry about it
Think about it later
The apocalypse will wait
'til you get back, see there’s
Rigged elections in most places
All to help just certain races
Running down the list, we’re almost
Through Biblical plagues
Denial of reality
Becomes a Chekov’s gun
When the leader of a nation thinks in
Lies before act one, there’s been
Finally some mass unrest
To try and change the world (hell yes!)
Anarchistic communes
Influencers playing fakes
The looming threat of nukes, it’s like we’re
Back in ‘62, and
Don’t forget the murder hornets
Face it, you forgot the murder hornets too
So the world seems like a mess,
I think we all can attest to that
Constant questions asking me what’s next
God was playing dice
After Einstein told him he should quit
I searched how to cope and read to
Throw my problems in the trash, they’re
Out of my mind’s eye,
Complain about our fate with friends,
So at least I don’t wanna die
It's a comedy of errors, and a
Tragedy as well, but you can
Laugh about it, cry about it
Try and fix it later
The apocalypse will wait
'til you get back
Nothing needs to make sense when we
Try to think it out
No karma and no justice here to
Bring light to our doubt
When no one saw it coming
The textbooks won’t be kind
So we must accept the randomness
The awful and the callousness
The worldview of an absurdist
Cause we won’t know what’s
Next, have you tried
Stretching out your muscles for a
Walk at a protest
The bosses won’t care cause it ain’t their
House getting repossessed
Pills and medications won’t stop
Armageddon's march, and
In the process you’d pay for a
CEO’s new car, maybe
Thoughts and prayers for a better
Future won’t go wrong
Sure it might feel good for now, but
No one’s changing songs
Maybe we could restart, and try
America 2, though
No one seems pro-radical
Oh wow, we’re totally screwed
So I’ll
Throw my problems in the trash, they’re
Out of my mind’s eye,
Nothing’s gonna change that way,
But at least I don’t wanna die
It's a natural disaster, and there’s
Chaos here to thrive, so you can
Laugh about it, cry about it
Gamble on it later
The apocalypse will wait
‘til you get back
‘til we get back
We’ll take it back
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2. |
Pretty Boy
04:37
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Don’t you call me a pretty boy,
I am the beast that my confidence buys
Don’t give me pity joy,
I am beyond your little lies
I am a horror, I am a queen,
I am the space that sits in between
I’m not your pretty boy,
I’m me
Don’t try to tame me
I won’t be locked inside a cage
It doesn’t matter
You call it gilded but I call it fool’s gold
You call me handsome
You say I look just like my dad when he was my age,
But I am afraid that I’ll never
Know who I wanna be when I get old
Pray for the youth of tomorrow
They’ll never know what it was like today
We are the change of tomorrow
And I hear us say,
Don’t you call me a pretty boy,
I am the beast that my confidence buys
Don’t give me pity joy,
I am beyond your little lies
I am a horror, I am a queen,
I am the space that sits in between
I’m not your pretty boy,
I’m me
If beauty is selfless
Then why is there so much self in art
And why does the selfish brush
Paint much more beautiful pictures than nothing at all
Hold on to your vanity,
When they say that you can’t be beautiful just as you are
But I am exalted in the
Radical transgender clarion call
Pray for the youth of tomorrow
They’ll never know what it was like today
We are the change of tomorrow
And I hear us say,
Don’t you call me a pretty boy,
I am the beast that my confidence buys
Don’t give me pity joy,
I am beyond your little lies
I am a horror, I am a queen,
I am the space that sits in between
I’m not your pretty boy,
I’m me
I’m a lover of change on my
Better days, so many
Better ways to be
But the glorious signs
They try and tear down light my
Way back to me
But they’ll see, so we
Pray for the youth of tomorrow
They’ll never know what it was like today
We are the change of tomorrow
And I hear us say,
Don’t you call me a pretty boy,
I am the beast that my confidence buys
Don’t give me pity joy,
I am beyond your little lies
I am a horror, I am a queen,
I am the space that sits in between
I’m not your pretty boy,
I’m me
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3. |
War Games
03:05
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Look around, can’t you see that the world is turning
Over with the anger of the crowds?
Run aground upon the rocks of their own
Hubris and their twisted morals, undeterred by sight or sound
Even though you think the world is coming to an end
The only thing that’s ending is the cruelty you sent
And if you are not working for the betterment of all
Then go and run for cover at the revolution call
Folks like me were never told entire truths, but that
Ends today, but that ends today
Some like to think that there’s no time for honest proof, but that’s what
They say, and now they’ll pay, there
Is no easy way to burn the whole damn system down
Until there’s whole communities ready to get loud
And if you are not working for the betterment of all
Then go and run for cover at the revolution call
Look around, can’t you see that the people are so
Tired of injustice on repeat?
Why not be proud, of a movement full of those who
Know that all together, we cannot be beat
Despite the rubber bullets spent, justice will be done
No more badges right behind the barrel of a gun
And if you are not working for the betterment of all
Then go and run for cover at the revolution call
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4. |
Build New Gods
04:00
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It’s easy to believe that
There’s a city made of gold
Filled with those who fame has blessed
Just as cursed with rotten souls
And when the pop stars of the
Wi-fi sell us bottled hope
We can seize our own performance
Loosen knots on velvet ropes
Our creators have abandoned,
The world that they once bore.
Our heroes have ascended
Past the shackles that they wore.
The systems and the stories
All betrayed their protégés,
So when we burn the
Old ways, we build new gods!
They say there’s kings and queens of
Pop all free from human sin
But we see betrayal in the
People hurt for record spins
Buy company from companies
Who claim the human touch
A mirage of friendliness with
Money as the social crutch
Our creators have abandoned,
The world that they once bore.
Our heroes have ascended
Past the shackles that they wore.
The systems and the stories
All betrayed their protégés,
So when we burn the
Old ways, we build new gods!
We know that there were never
Celebrities made of gold
Make ourselves our idols, making
Art against their rotten souls
So when the parasocial
Friendships break when truth is shown
Know that it was all illusion
Devils are not always known
Our creators have abandoned,
The world that they once bore.
Our heroes have ascended
Past the shackles that they wore.
The systems and the stories
All betrayed their protégés,
So when we burn the
Old ways, we build new gods!
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5. |
Off-Tempo
03:05
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Felt a little bit off today, haven’t
Done what I promised to do or say
Felt like we’re slipping out of key, like we’re slipping out of
Time, unchained to the rhythm I obey
When the world has turned upside-down, with the
Roads blocked off, all the cars in the foreground are
Singing Hallelujah to the dollar, over the
Squalor of the bodies in the ground, I am
Off-tempo, I’m off-key
Don’t know who I’m supposed to be
Gonna figure it out eventually
Hopefully, but I know
We’re a couple blocks from
Normal, and it's only getting worse
When lies abound
Around us, it can feel like we were cursed
But the echoes of the
Chanting leave us with a last remark
“The world could go on dancing, if you'd
Fight enough to stay out of the dark"
I have always craved a different
Way to live my life, but
Every day I dance on blades
Obey the corporation’s knife
With a demagogue’s silver tongue, we gotta
Unmake mistakes to get shit done, but they’re
Throwing Hail Marys to the market, over the
Carnage from the spiking of the punch, I am
Off-tempo, I’m off-key
Don’t know who I’m supposed to be
Gonna make a new creature out of me
Hopefully, but I know
We’re a couple blocks from
Normal, and it's only getting worse
When lies abound
Around us, it can feel like we were cursed
But the echoes of the
Chanting leave us with a last remark
“The world could go on dancing, if you'd
Fight enough to stay out of the dark"
This is not the end of the story, I will not be
Swayed or dissuaded by the glory, it was sorely
Missed when the old normal fell, many could have
Kissed it when the moral hit the wake-up bell
Words can slay Goliath but a
Song tells David’s tale
The messenger has bias but
The riot never fails
I’ve always been one to mix things
Unable to fix things, but friend to the gestalt
In between the genre and the drama,
Trauma built into our politics at fault
There’s a sentiment I
Represent at heart
A statement of my intentions
Before I fall apart
“The world could go on dancing, if you'd
Fight enough to stay out of the dark"
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6. |
For Sale
03:56
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Would you trade your soul in heartbreak, lay
Down your life for love
Sacrifice the meaning that you
Found in stars above
I dream of contracts signed and
Songs that never end, but I
Know the endless notes are formed when
Past sinister bends
What’s a soul worth to the sinner, it’s worth
Far more to the saint, the
Price you pay seems so much less when
Faced with love and cash without restraint
You sold your soul, for the
Heart of rock and roll, but the
Man stood at the crossroads only
Knows you as another soul for sale
Would you trade your soul for glory, in
Eternal reverie
Grab onto salvation like a
Raft on open sea
There is no story not
Improved by heaven’s glare, but
The path you paved with gold has mortar
Made of moral care
What’s a soul worth to the sinner, it’s worth
Far more to the saint, the
Price you pay seems so much less when
Faced with love and cash without restraint
You sold your soul, to pay
Purgatory's toll, but the
Man stood at the crossroads only
Knows you as another soul for sale
Would you trade your soul for power, to
Build upon your wealth, raise
Drinks to your corruption, the good
Tidings and bad health
Leadership of devils, but they’ve
Always been inside, they
Sold their soul so long ago
In that they take their pride
What’s a soul worth to the sinner, it’s worth
Far more to the saint, the
Price you pay seems so much less when
Faced with love and cash without restraint
You sold your soul, for the
Power of control, but the
Man stood at the crossroads only
Knows you as another soul for sale
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7. |
Miracle
03:15
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I saw it in the news
When countries get the
Blues we like to say we didn’t
Need to pay off stolen dues
The coast just sits in peace
No tidal waves to
Speak of all the lies we tell
To keep us fast asleep
My enemies still fill my
Bed and when the
Nation turns against the truth
Lies are more than happy to be
Read, when there’s a hole drilled through our
Heads there’s a
Story that you tell to feed
Yourself instead of bread
Miracles can happen here if
Only you would
Buy into the dream
It’s destiny it
Seems to try and manifest the
Pain you’ve always known
The roots are overgrown
Soon it will be
Known that there’s a poison in our
States of mind
It’s far too close to call is
All the pundits say
So much farther we could fall
So many more ways to lose the
Day, but when the open brawl
Consumes our shades of grey, there’s a
Story that they tell to keep
The truth away
Miracles can happen here if
Only you would buy them
Pray to dollars, making sense for the
Fight’s not over yet
Keep the truth alive
When workers cannot
Thrive, there’s many different ways to
Try and hold the line
Hit em where it hurts
The pocketbook or
Purse and watch the oligarchy
Crumble and disperse
I see the rats begin to
Race, and when the
Fat cats shake the dealer’s hand
Pockets form to communes, crack the
Case, we’ve got a legacy to
Write, stop
Listening to stories they tell
Us to stop the fight
Miracles can happen here if
Only you would buy them
It’s gonna take a miracle now
When the skies are filled with red balloons
Gonna take a miracle now to
Wake up in the morning
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8. |
Stay In Bed
03:56
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I wake up every morning
I go to sleep at night
I wake up just to see again
How the world has gone to hell
I stay inside my bedroom
Can’t let the virus in
Why do I even bother
If I’ve already made my cell
I’m just waiting for the
Chemicals (if I go out)
Something in the water
Won’t taste right (if I go out)
These walls all start to seem
Identical (if I go out)
I won’t last long if I can't
Hold on tight, if I go out
Promise me I
Won’t regret a thing
Promise me your kindness and your
Care instead of
All the plagues of malice
Ignorance or lies, cause
Right now it won’t change a single thing
If I just stay in bed
If I go out
If I just stay in bed
If I go out
If I just stay in bed
No use in complications
No need for pretty lies
No need to double-check your hands
If they’re already sterilized
I’ve seen the root of madness
Fed from a liquid wealth
Apocalyptic warnings
But this time it ain’t 2012
I’m just hoping for a
Miracle (if I go out)
Something in the water
Won’t taste right (if I go out)
Waiting for a cure that’s
Medical (if I go out)
We won’t last long if we don’t
Win this fight, if I go out
Promise me I
Won’t regret a thing
Promise me your kindness and your
Care instead of
All the plagues of malice
Ignorance or lies, cause
Right now it won’t change a single thing
If I just stay in bed
If I go out
If I just stay in bed
If I go out
If I just stay in bed
Can't just dream about it
Wear it out, win the war
Hand-in-hand but still so far away
Until then we stay in bed
Eighteen months, the pressure builds
Safety pods and paying bills
Make your home a world to fill
Connect across the wide electric
Space, if I go out
Promise me I
Won’t regret a thing
Promise me your kindness and your
Care instead of
All the plagues of malice
Ignorance or lies, cause
Right now it won’t change a single thing
If I just stay in bed
If I go out
If I just stay in bed
If I go out
If I just stay in bed
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9. |
Apocalypse On High
03:00
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When too much vision takes its
Toll on fragile minds
Or when fake happiness fills
Space like Auld Lang Syne
A time to put away our
Grievances no matter how they fare
But time can’t chase away the
Knowledge that some people never care
We lie awake, hearing
Bullets scream apocalypse on high, hearing
Rebels in in the echoing reply, and there’s a
Million miles between us, and a
Million ways to try, but we
Never had the confidence to
Break the feeling that the end is nigh
It’s been a year of reckless
Struggles to avoid the truth
But leaders choke on words
Presented as the proof
Resolute to lock away but
Baser instincts here to stay
There is no shame in coming
Out to play to fight for what we say
We lie in wait, hearing
Bullets scream apocalypse on high, hearing
Rebels in in the echoing reply, and there’s a
Million miles between us, and a
Million ways to try, but we
Never had the confidence to
Break the feeling that the end is nigh
We lie awake, hearing
Bullets scream apocalypse on high, hearing
Rebels in in the echoing reply, and there’s a
Million miles between us, and a
Million ways to try, but we
Never had the confidence to
Break the feeling that the end is nigh
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10. |
The Fix It Man
01:46
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There once was a fellow called the Fix It Man
With a master brain and a master plan
(Hey-o the Fix It Man)
Son of the folks who hit New York with a
Tidal wave and a tuning fork
(Hey-o the Fix It Man
With a charming wit and a helping hand
Genius hands of a military band
Let the family toast to the Fix It Man)
The Fix It Man passed wisdom down to the
Triple lads of the borough round
(Hey-o the Fix It Man)
The mind of an expert engineer and
His kindness past the most sincere
(Hey-o the Fix It Man
With a charming wit and a helping hand
Genius hands of a military band
Let the family toast and the family sing
For the Fix It Man)
The Fix It Man as his name suggests
Could fix most things upon request
(Hey-o the Fix It Man)
He always would just to teach his sons
How to teach their kids and everyone
(Hey-o the Fix It Man
With a charming wit and a helping hand
Genius hands of a military band
Let the family toast and the family sing
And the family cry for the Fix It Man)
The Fix It Man would find his peace
In a book or a sport when the lasers ceased
(Hey-o the Fix It Man)
Though the Fix It Man has stopped his gears
He gave his family sixty years
(Hey-o the Fix It Man
With a charming wit and a helping hand
Genius hands of a military band
Let the family toast and the family sing
And the family cry and their voices ring
For the Fix It Man)
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11. |
Weight Of The World
03:51
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Midnight
Gazing upwards under the moonlight
You say that we’ll be free someday
When everything is light and memory and noise
The gravity that kept us down
And kept us from our voice
Shine bright
The first star I saw tonight
Unfettered by our lives
The plans we made, the people we obey
We have our lives so full of all of this red tape
We could have gone to Mars by now
If we could make a choice
You call yourself an astronaut
But you’ll never come back down to Earth
On the solar winds you choose to coast
You call yourself a cosmonaut
But you’ll never take me out of here
Even when the people need you most
I’m still carrying the
Weight of the world
And I think I’ve always needed
To carry that load upon my shoulder
I’m still carrying the
Weight of the world
And I think it’s time
To come back down before I get much older
Starlight
Gazing upwards, dreaming of spaceflight
Wash your hands, wash away the stain
We always loved to run away from misery
But we’re still here and have to live
With ruined self-esteem
I’ve seen
How bad the world can get
A heavy load to bear
Like Atlas with his purpose and his pain
We’ve made a mess of everything we thought we were
The majesty of planet Earth
America’s dead dream
It’s easier to stay in bed
Harder not to know the newest curse
Laid upon us all by human greed
It’s easier to hide my head
But it’s harder hiding who I am
This time we can’t follow we must lead
But I’m still carrying the
Weight of the world
And I think I’ve always needed
To carry that load upon my shoulder
I’m still carrying the
Weight of the world
And I think it’s time
To come back down before I get much older
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12. |
The Whirlpool
05:19
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One year of lockdown, three years being not a man
Twenty years before denying everything I can
I look at photographs and can’t say who I was
I’ve driven straight through hell til I could reach the shore
I never want to go back anymore
Closing on a decade stepping out of mental fuzz
Strap on my bathing suit but hesitate because
There’s a whirlpool in the lake I can’t define
But I don’t need to swim, I left my past behind
The folks who dared to swim say that it’s fine
Step into the rapids so my trans ancestors say
It takes a little practice but you’ll be a girl someday
There’s my reflection in the waves, she’s laughing happily
Maybe I’ll dip my toes in just to see
If there’s a better way of being me
Sit on the beach, sunbathe, and read a book or three
There’s nothing wrong with avoiding complexity
I hear the siren song over the words I’ve read
But the worst of my dysphoria is gone with just the sand
Easier to stay stuck on dry land
I’ve suddenly stopped reading, and the whirlpool lies ahead
The waves dance playfully, a story yet unread
It’s beautiful and messy and it feels so far away
Three steps from the whirlpool I’m afraid
The folks who dared to swim say it’s okay
Step into the rapids so my trans ancestors say
It takes a little practice but you’ll be a girl someday
There’s my reflection in the waves, she’s laughing happily
Maybe I’ll walk a bit in just to see
If there’s a better way of being me
A little envy saved for those who came before
They’re magic in the way I want to be them all the more
For friends who cared to guide me I can’t give quite enough thanks
I’ve come this far to stop being a boy
Don’t I want to meet them in their joy?
It feels so easy to just wallow in my angst
But the water’s warm and maybe I could join their ranks
I either want to run or know it’s something that I crave
When did I step into the waves?
The folks who dared to swim say that I’m safe
Step into the rapids so my trans ancestors say
It takes a little practice but you’ll be a girl someday
There’s my reflection in the waves, she’s laughing happily
Maybe I’ll swim a few laps just to see
If there’s a better way of being me
Now I see the whirlpool was always made for me
Big enough to hold all the new femininity
I don’t think I was ever really on the shore
But now I know where I can be
What was I scared of in the sea?
Welcome to the world, quenching years of internal war
Always walking for the whirlpool, now I see its floor
There’s no distinction between land and the unknown
No longer quite so monochrome
The folks who dared to swim say welcome home
Step into the rapids so my trans ancestors say
It takes a little practice but you’ll be a girl someday
There’s my reflection in the waves, she’s laughing happily
And I didn’t know that I wanted to be
Step into the rapids so my trans ancestors say
It takes a little practice but you’ll be a girl someday
There’s my new body in the waves, she’s laughing happily
Dive into the whirlpool cause I see
That she’s a better way of being me
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The Facades Amherst, Massachusetts
The Facades is the solo project of a queer electronic music composer (she/they) who thinks consistent gender and consistent genre are for scrubs. The characters they portray take a front seat, with a witty lyrical edge to speak truth to power.
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