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Primitive Relics
03:05
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Before this world there was another world
Before this world there was another world but they angered the gods
So the gods sent a flood
And now we just find remnants of them buried in the mud
Like a piece of rubber tubing
And an artificial tree
And a hat that says "Remember Dale Earnhardt number 3"
Before this world there was another world
Before this world there was another world but ours will surely last
The gods won't be alone
We send them every third child before they're grown
So the cliffs protect our city
So the crops will never fail
And so the ancient plague will never walk upon our trails
Before this world there was another world
Before this world there was another world but our wise women guide us well
And the men tend to the fields
We obey what the cosmic signs reveal
We carve our legends into caves
We won't make the same mistakes
We don't leave them in those gray boxes that wash up from the lake
Our linguists have deciphered the blood script that we found
Written on the walls of a chamber underground
It says we're so very sorry, we're so very sorry, we're so very sorry, we're so very sorry
We're so very sorry, we're so very sorry, we're so very sorry, we're so very sorry
We're so very sorry, we're so very sorry, we're so very sorry, we're so very sorry
We're so very sorry, we're so very sorry, we're so very sorry, we're so very sorry
We are...
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The 49th Parallel
03:42
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I think of holding you when the patrols come through
Looking for vagrants and looking for migrants
And looking for copies of the Koran
Breaking my windows in just 'cause they can
What can I do in this nation of sinners
Does Canada still get cold in the winter?
And do you still say grace before dinner?
I lost my faith right about when you went there
Now crossing over is impossible when
Coyotes charge 80k for each person
And every damn week there are dozens of incidents
More people shot climbing over the fence
Monsters in riot gear mowing down innocent
Once-proud American victims of circumstance
Tired-ass love songs drown out the screams
Oh my love, these days what does love even mean?
Not that it matters but I saw your ex-husband
The kids are still cute but damn he looks shattered
I guess we all do, time just moves faster
When we know how it all ends and we're running away from the past
He hates me, but I gave you freedom
Freedom to leave him, and freedom to leave us
And freedom to follow your feelings for Jesus
Freedom to flee over the northern border
Before the sharpshooters got their new orders
Boasting of kill rates at night in their quarters
Thirsty for blood since the exodus started
You're just brown enough to have made a good target
Some mornings I wake up and just for a moment
Forget that I live in the zone of the broken
And you don't anymore, of course, because you went to be
In a safer place that I'll never see
Oh, my love, did we ever think anything would change?
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Reclamation
04:24
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I used to walk by the house where they lived
In the empty months after the crash
Tasting the tang of hospital coffee
Smelling the freedom of funeral ash
When the flowers we sent become layers of coal
When our days together all just slip through our grip
When those urns open up and let loose furloughed souls
When memorial hymns keep their names off our lips
No simple song can bring them back
A discolored tide coming in
Familiar faces with bodies of sharks
Eviction notices flutter like wings
Is that a poisonous breeze in the dark?
When the last house on the bay is reclaimed by the bank
When the storm surge drives seawater over the wall
When retired mall cops are left manning the tanks
When my good name doesn't mean anything good at all
No simple song will bring me back
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It was exhausting being sad all the time
Army-Navy surplus in black
I started doxing Stormfront thugs online
Emma Goldman in my backpack
Now I'm driving to the district and I'm driving to Virginia
And if you're a Nazi then my bullets want to get up in ya
All the centrists say that violence exacerbates the mess we're in
I'm like, okay, whatever Neville Chamberlain
If I have to die to protect the march of the Juggalos, that's fine
Indiana Jones and Jello Biafra were always heroes of mine
The reports out of Europe are bleak
Mobs at the train stations
They spread like blood from a wound if we're weak
How can you be patient?
I'm driving to the Bay and then I'm driving up to Portland
Remember MLK thought direct action is important
All the centrists say that violence exacerbates the mess we're in
I'm like, okay, whatever Neville Chamberlain
If I'm locked up for punching Richard Spencer I'll gladly do my time
Willem Arondeus and Steve Rogers were always heroes of mine
At least I stood united with my friends
At least I stood for something in the end
We beat them once and we'll beat them again
A new day is ready to begin
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Nadalands Fort Collins, Colorado
Nadalands is the solo songwriting project of John Lindenbaum (The Lonelyhearts, The Distances, Rust Belt Music).
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