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letra de white picket dreams - powell

[spoken word]
all the many corpses begin to speak
what ignorance is cannot be argued over anymore
it is too late for pleading
white picket dreams put you off the sense, the world is screaming
rooted in a trivial concern, in insecurities
in a need to make face and keep up and drown out the many voices within
imagine a culture that has at its route, a more soulful connection to land
and to lovers
but i can hear the lie before you speak it
there is nothing but progress to eat
and we are so fat and so hungry
and the black wrists are cuffed in the pig van
while the white shirt and tie in the tube car distracts him with pizza
pitchers of beer and guilt about urges
s-xual distrust and abandon to nothingness
give me something i can nail myself to
give me a sadly dressed talking head who has something about them i trust
i despise a lot of it anymore
these windows don’t open, they were designed to stay closed
shower, smoothie, coffee, commute
check the internet never stop, never stop
there is a scar on the soul of the world
and it needs you to look
the blood of the past is here, it remains
the blood of the murders, the bodies like sacks sneaking grain
chest or back on the planes, it remains
to acknowledge without guilt, to accept without condition
and to listen when other people tell you how you have behaved
truth lives, it’s for us to feel and be moved
but i hear the clatter of bone against steel, it is coming
it will not be stilled
it is there, in the air, scorched white
the reflection of sunlight on glass bouncin’ back, yet
for some sunlight on glass, melting back
industrialized, the night, business as usual
so roll your eyes, shake your head turn away and call me names
i’m okay with that
keep proud, unable to listen we keep speaking
[outro]
mounted by blood, unable to notice stop ourselves
unable to stop and unwilling
to learn

- powell

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