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New-Dance Fashion Pit

Joy, joy,joy, joy, light and joy
High pitch prince of song solution
Sweat-through-shirt falsetto suburb pop deliverance
Fuck SUVs
Fuck gardens
Fuck garden gnomes
Fuck complacency
Praise abused, dream-drunk vocal chords
purge, purge away politics, the human disaster artist, skin-loose breath syphoner afraid to abdicate our throne
My beard never came in right,
I’ve had to pee for 20 minutes
Who’s on guitar
Epiphany is uncomfortable,
I remember reading about his grief…
I hope he feels me(us) here

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I Still Ignite My dreams

Squash face disciple of the blood teeth rock and roll bible
Dance your anger piety in my circle until we purge this overbearing hate
I didn’t fucking vouch for it
And it hurts
But broken nose prophets with our red dried t-shirts know the game
It’s all shit and poison pretense
So let’s take a dose of this defective, beautiful flame quench personality of move along with it
and burn the next four years into a fire big enough to light the wick of love and art
Ivory string poised to explode
in definitions of this millennium to come

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We Hurt

11/9 is nothing but unusual
Tears and all black at America’s funeral
Somber procession through the streets of my city
While the south treat their sheets in bleach with no pity
Who’ll let the white majority condemn the minority?
Touting hate, fear and violence as the benchmarks of authority
They claim to own possession of the land that we stole
Yelling at the masses to sit quiet and know their role
And the cracks in the path stain pain in the mud
But there’s love in my people that flows thicker than blood

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