pt. 1 - Some words of inspiration [0;00]

Sing, muse, of the future, 
any future 
left for us beyond the burnings skies 
and sickened lungs, 
beyond the bullets of our schools, 
the broken back of our planet 
is there life beyond?

There is life beyond this failed experiment 
with or without us
with us at a price
as is done in our era
we all know what it is, 
and that the violence
that emancipates us 
will leave us scarred

Take the Forbes list
and murder everybody
until somebody gives a shit
that everybody is miserable
and on the verge of losing it
all the time
there's no amount of therapy
or discipline that can make up for
a doctrine that is meant to squeeze
every measure out of life
this birdsong of awareness 
as allowed
while there is hope

Hope is your cell
and Change is your chaplain
feeding you miserly comforts
While stealing your bread
Freedom is a darkness
made bearable by lacerations in time

There's a future beyond the smoke and the fire
but it must be birthed in blood
though we are too tired to live it
and pray for the flood

Know she felt the bones of the earth
under the lichen on the stone
in the warm waters of the mediterranean
Joyful where there was only sorrow
and praxis where there was only talk
She felt song of the earth all around her
racing over the wine-dark seas

pt. 2 - kill your landlords [4:38]

Take the bait
Some shell-shocked asshole
Hovering over the wine-dark waves
in a sun-bleached camisole 
hugging the horizon with a lukewarm eye
forgetting the words of their prayers
salvaging the hope in their heart
and of their plight regretting how
to survive, 

You will give us what you need
to keep yourself in circulation
a commodity of trade
eagerto inflate your own devaluation
to hand yourself to some future former speculator
to till until the sowing's culled
to break like the plain beneath you
into microplastics and foam
who'll take the bait? to survive, ready to die

to kill! kill! kill!
and to survive, ready to die

Beneath the summer glare of misdeeds
and disapproving affectations
they take what is ours, these dry bones
and this safety, aspirations
for half of everything we own
idle and overcome with indignation
to survive, ready to die

to kill! kill! kill!
and to survive, willing to die

pt 3 - kill your preachers [15:23]

(wordless)

pt 4 - kill your slavers [27:00]

whereas somehow
wherefore to lose
to earn to save
there is something worth saving
assuming there is something there
beneath the gold-plated organism 
a tenderness, an eagerness,
a bit of empathy
something to chain you to humanity
beyond a short-lived corporeal dumpster
full of subsidies and escapes
drown your enslavers, capsize their castles
into the wide-dark seas
let them swim ashore in the darkness
let them experience what they wrought
us, the rest, the fateless majority
despair and dejection
meaninglessness and sorrow
hopelessness and misery
abandonment and death

Oh, but may your sorrow by a blessing
May your sorrow be a blessing to the world

p 5 - Some words of acknowledgement [36:39]

I know that there is beauty
in the flowers and on the birds
in the rain, on the mountains
in the sun, racing the waves
racing over the wine-dark seas

Life is made of light and love
and there could be a future in it
for us there
and i believe in the cleverness of others
and i believe in kindness, and curiosity, and life
that humans will build great accomplishments
not from greed but in empathy
and love
racing over the blood stained sea
racing over the blood stained sea

let us eat one of these assholes
and the rest will fall in line
healthcare, income, education
and the rest will fall in line

Life is made of light and love
and there could be a future in it
for us there
and i believe in kindness, and curiosity, and life
that humans will build great accomplishments         
not from greed but in empathy
and love
racing over the blood stained sea
racing over the blood stained sea