FAR​-​022: "Overexposed"

by Aguirre

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released March 10, 2017



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Track Name: Molt
Broken egg shell lies on the ground.
Feathered corpse not making a sound.
Skin's been shed, its bones exposed
I wonder if its family knows?

I molt.

An old man sitting on a porch chair.
Skin’s falling off, without any cares
Awaiting death, in this spot.
I sit in this chair and rot.
Track Name: Traits
People don't really change, do they?
Sure, anything is possible.
People are malleable.
But, people don't change, do they?
How could they? Could you?
I try every day. I fail every day.
I just want to do better. Live grateful. Think clearer.
Like Beckett says,
Try again, fail again. Fail better.
Track Name: 100 Days
Weaponize me, I can hate.
Weaponize me, before it's too late.

I think Old Man Trump’s gonna make America great!
Cuz he’ll drain the swamp, and bring jobs back to my state.

In one hundred days, he’ll be a wrecking ball through the town.
Defend my right to bear arms;
and make ‘em quit their lazy, governmental shutdown.

Give ‘em term limits, so they won’t waste my time.
By shucking and jiving, then become the lobbying kind.

Trump’ll keep my job in fossil fuels,
Crush the Welfare State,
and give us way better schools.

Recollect all the ones you hold dear, and recollect what you truly fear.
We deserve this world run by gangsters and fascists; who call it progress.
Track Name: Primal Nature
I've got a brain, just like you.
It don't work the way I want it to.
I'll only see the forest for the trees
Then fear creates a mental freeze.

Maybe I get too excited,
Maybe I'm to blame.
Quite simply unrequited.
I don't feel any shame.

It's just my primal nature.
Track Name: Theories
Our globe is run by Freemasons,
Bilderberg and Bohemian Grove
Their subjects are all creeds and stations.
We're the meat, and they're the stove.

Lee Oswald had his rifle,
Since Hauptmann was too prideful
& Hinckley had the vision;
While Manson made decisions.

Are my theories correct?
Cuz America doesn't have coup d'etats!
Are my theories correct?
How can you sheep be so blind?
I'm gonna prove it, you'll see.
Track Name: Conflict of Interest
I’m your county’s District Attorney
I work with your Police.
My job is to illuminate,
Mostly I just obfuscate.

Sometimes I badger a witness.
Other times, I cajole.
Piss your ethics out the window-
There's no such thing as a soul.

As far as I can see,
No one can prosecute me.

Don't matter who I railroad;
Singin' "Brother Can You Spare a Dime?"
I'll make a deal with the devil, long as he pays on time.

The truth doesn't matter, if you've read enough books.
Track Name: Këmutke (He Steals)
They came here through our blue harvest;
taking everything and keeping what was left.
Began setting up their new 'civilization'.
Forgetting that we are the First Nation.

Just sign there, this is no time to talk.
The land we'll take is about a two days walk.
Your Chiefs all agreed some fifty years past.
It's true they didn't sign; it's also true they didn't last.
Track Name: Bushido
What's left of a hero except for their name?
It's your actions, not words, that people retain.

There are no enemies that cannot be defeated.
As long as your will is mightier than theirs.

There is honor in losing, death is a reward.

Respect your foe, even though he'll be vanquished.
Track Name: White Ship
White ship sank to the bottom of the ocean, and all that was left was anarchy.
Track Name: Mayflies
Extinction is the rule; survival, the exception.
Our pale blue dot is headed towards destruction.

We once were star bound,
Adventure lay ahead.
Now we're just Mayflies;
Live for a day and think it's forever.

Remember when we heard the song of the open road?