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letra de red lung - sole & dj pain 1

finite earth
“no infinite growth? no problem,”
said the late-stage capitalist in sp-ce
what happens when them billionaires make it off the rock?
those limitations are null, void, and quaint
lakes boil, mountains crumble
acid fills the expanse between mumbai and colorado
we resemble tools to them
“let them eat dirt,” they said. “i’ll hit the asteroid for a life of hard work.”
we all come from the dust
sp-ce dust, to be exact
and that’s word to elon musk, in whose shackles we’re goin’ back
i’m an anglo amino acid
gone dirty bomb against the walls of your mining colony
hard to strike when the boss controls the air you breathe
the water you drink, and the means to leave

i bet there’s a starbucks on mars before they build a bookstore
red lung on a deathbed asking, “what we need a book for?”
they won’t look you in the eye
they won’t bury your body on mount olympus when you die
they’ll drain you of your water
use the rest for compost
and who can blame ’em?
the future belongs to who foots the bill
in the cities, after who claims ’em

(there’s nothing back home but a dying rock
they promised us jobs of the future
and jobs is all we got
there’s nothing back home but a dying rock
and there’s nothing up here but endless work.)

up there is tough living, and shipping costs are astronomical
we thought for sure revolution was coming
how comical
they said sp-ce communism was impossible
f-ck a basic income, indentured servitude is doable
automation held no promise except the promise that the ruling class needed less people to do less work
and that left the rest of us with lots of free time, and nothing to eat
there’s nothing back home but a dying rock
they promised us jobs of the future
and jobs is all we got
the air is stale, i p-ss red, like i ate beets
it’s red sand, it gets into everything i eat and breathe
this room is like a cell with images of my old home fl!ckering on the wall
not that real rusted shanty, things i never saw
like great lakes and waterfalls

f-ck elon musk
he got rich from people sending money on the internet
and became a tyrant
because that’s how power functions

the oceans of europa
the 100-year voyage to andromeda
generations raised in incubator
anarchists never made it to the moon
they got floating cities in the sea
but governments blew ’em up
and never claimed responsibility
so much for new forms of life
it’s all the same sh-t
where are the jetsons when you need ’em?
white as h-ll, in the upper region
of the megacities that survived the floods and the droughts and the endless war
planet earth was never a good place to be poor
they say when it rains, it pours
and when the oceans rise, get an oar, and row a little bit
that’s a real ad campaign, put out by “anarcho-capitalists”
do you believe that sh-t?
what did you think would happen?
we’d march a few times, wake up in utopia?
nah, life doesn’t work that way
that’s a bedtime story like voting booths, and golden rules
platinum rules, helium-3 rules, equipped-with-the-most-chips rule

we used to ask “what timeline is this?”
this is the one where the good guys got their asses kicked
and the worst people are runnin’ sh-t
just another disneyland when antarctica melts under the snow
new fertile lands to pollute
show me something new, something beautiful, something purposeful
something worth 11 millennia of social struggle
sun-ra said “sp-ce is the place,” i’ll finish the sentence:
sp-ce is where we dumped our trash, and the earth is where the ruling class wiped their ass

what-if, if-that, then-when?
the argument that n0body wins

- sole dj pain 1

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