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by Fish Karma

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1.
The Mystic Eye Speaks 00:12
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2.
The Eye in the Pyramid 02:03
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3.
Anthropocene 03:08
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Anthropocene We’re making the scene in the Anthropocene Yours looks blue, mine looks green Colors are strange in this Anthropocene It’s a brand new dance that’s sweeping the world You don’t have a choice so why not give it a whirl Besides there’s nowhere to run, might as well make hay ‘Cause there won’t be much fun when this piper gets paid We’re living the dream in the Anthropocene If you don’t cry, I won’t scream As we careen through the Anthropocene Look at that fire, look at that flood Look at them houses buried in mud Look at those students covered in blood Look at those primates chewing their cud We’re doing it, he’s doing it, she’s doing it, it’s doing it, they’re all doing the Anthropocene The grocery store is out of whipping cream Life sure is tough in the Anthropocene But we’re having fun (yes, we’re having fun) For God’s sake, someone throw me a gun! Fireworks exploding . . . such a marvelous sight Woofers pounding all day and all night When the heat from the sun meets the flames of the cross We get a glimpse of what’s already been lost We stare at our screens in the Anthropocene We got no hope we got no dreams, we got self-driving cars, Anthropocene
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Mistakes Were Made 03:48
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Mistakes were Made To be born is a crime, so watch your phone and do your time And when your bit is finished you might get your chance to shine But if this blaze of glory is more gory than the stories The algorithm indicated, all I can say is, that’s amore Last night I heard the news: Agnus Dei (Opus Dei, Danny O’Day) is on the move Should we flee or should we pray, or drink until we drown the day? But if we run I’d to know: which direction we should go The east is underwater, and the west is still aglow (The west is underwater, and the east is still aglow) (The south is underwater, and the north is still aglow) To draw breath is a sin . . . it’s in your eyes and in your skin In the thoughts that we have limned, in the chits that we called in In the pages of your scripts, the keys that draw your fingertips The words that die upon your lips as you try and plead the Fifth ‘Cause when the facts begin to press, all the Moes will turn Curleyesque All the Chaplins will deliquesce; Stans and Ollies will be repossessed. All Busters sent to MGM; all Brothers Ritz and Marx condemned; All Lloyds given the command to let go of the clock hands.
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Mixed Feelings 01:20
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Mixed Feelings Everybody hates a loser And that’s why we hate you But because we love to hate We kind of love you, too Everybody loves a winner And that’s why we love you But because we hate to love We kind of hate you, too
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Should I Shop or Should I Die? 03:43
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The World Is What We Say It Is 04:59
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The World is What We Say It Is The world is what we say it is, no need to be inquisitive, but if you still feel tentative, just drink this trademarked purgative The world is now reorganized, we draw the lines and fill the skies, there’s no more “there,” there’s only “here,” when your eyes are shut, you’ll see your choice is clear It’s the levers you pull for the needs we fill, it’s the death you crave on the roads we build, It’s the hate we plant, the fear you grow growing fat on the cash that flows Our fields of corn and factory farms, your cries for war and call to arms, The lies we write, the hate we preach, the psalms you cite (just rinse, repeat) It’s time to march, no time to think One step closer to the brink You’ll be in the promised land We’ll add it to your monthly plan It’s your bended knee as you beg and plead for our EVs and IEDs For the fires that we accelerate with all the products we create It’s your widow’s weeds, our altered seeds, our function’s gain, your new disease, Your remission, our commission, your pleas for some manumission It’s your mothers’ pain and your fathers’ hands, a downward dog in the shifting sands, old laws erased, old dreams replaced, old hopes effaced, new chains in place. We’ll raise the old familiar sails and quote the lethal fairy tales: Bible, Torah, or Koran; Yemen, Laos, Afghanistan It’s time to march, no time to think A step or two across the brink You’ll be in the promised land You can post it on your Instagram The world is what we say it is, just follow our infinitives, we pull the strings of those who pull the strings that make you dance and sing, our weapons, your weapon lust, our plastic shrouds, your elastic trust, and when we’re all gone underground, we'll leave a box of thorny crowns It’s time to march, no time to think Millions more are at the brink But the promised land is calling you You’ll be a TikTok star for a minute or two
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The Men Who Drive the White Trucks 04:06
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The Men Who Drive the White Trucks The men who drive the white trucks Survey their dominions The alpha males inflate their throat sacs Calling forth their beta minions The men who drive the white trucks They’ve got a lot of mouths to feed And those mouths keep multiplying Soon they’ll take up trigonometry And the people all wonder where the white trucks go When the men melt away like late winter snow With their unfinished structures locked in escrow The bottom line is ruptured when the white trucks go The men who drive the white trucks Have affairs to which they must attend Propping up the infrastructure Vowing no one will replace them The men who drive the white trucks Share the data they’ve collected From other men in other white trucks In the vacuum they’ve created And the people all wonder where the white trucks go When the men melt away like late winter snow With their unfinished structures locked in escrow The bottom line is ruptured when the white trucks go The men who drive the white trucks Are all pre-diabetic, though It doesn’t worry them none Do they really need all ten toes? The men who drive the white trucks Yearn for their lost kingdom For the day that they’ll get it back When they shoot their way to freedom
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Another Question 02:51
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Another Question Why, why won’t you die? Why won’t you die? We’d like to know the reason Why, you’re still alive, with open eyes, still spewing lies, Dear God, won’t you please just Die, give it a try, you’ll go to the sky, and sit by Jesus’ Side, If you die, won’t you please die, dig a hole, lay down in- Side, And we will cry with joy and sigh with joy and raise up our hands up High, the day you die, the night you die, I wish that time was Nigh when you die, our hearts will fly and we will all wave bye bye Bye bye So tell me why you’re alive? Why you won’t die? You just won’t die. We all have pennies for your Eyes for when you die; But you won’t die; you’re still here in our Time, it’s a crime that you won’t die. It’s easy as Pie to die, Today is fine; tomorrow’s fine, the day after that is still quite Fine, that’d be great, we’ll even wait for Daylight Saving’s Time, but then please die? Please say you’ll die? Please promise us you’ll Die
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The Penultimate Life 01:23
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The Trouble with Nouns 05:19
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The Trouble with Nouns As I walk around outside, I feel that I might cry, ‘cause I’m Surrounded by, An awful lot of Nouns, of every shape and size, color, width, and height In the darkness and the light There’s just too many Nouns, there’s far too many nouns, With nouns this world abounds With nouns this world resounds, I fear I’m going Down from the weight of all these nouns, There’s far too many nouns In cities and in towns, And in the country that Surrounds these cities and these towns, In the air they fly around In the earth they burrow down Or else pile up in Mounds, in tremendously large Mounds, they’re Babel-tower mounds But the thing about these mounds? By no means are they Bound, to the earth, they’re found In the Solar System, found In the Milky Way, found In the galaxies Surround-ing us, they’re filled with nouns, They’re bristling with nouns You could plotz from all the nouns, Some are new, and some have ancient Crowns, there’s far too many nouns Making far too many sounds, You can’t sleep with all the sounds Their sheer numbers do Confound, I fear that I might drown, It’s probable l’ll drown, Even odds that I’m going to drown Pulled down by all the Nouns, that like to swim around They really get around They really make the rounds There’s far too many nouns The trouble with nouns is: there’s just too many nouns Is that arugula? No it’s oregano. Is that a beard of Methuselah? No, it’s an indigo Am I eating okra? No, it’s apricot Jello Did you hand me a mezuza? No, just a domino Am I holding a cuttlefish? No, it’s a cattle prod Was that a demiurge? No, it’s a demigod Did I fly to Eugene, Oregon? No, you’re in Cape Cod Am I reading Eugene Onegin? No, it’s “Are you There, God?” Is this desert the Arabian? Nope, the Mojave Are those the flowers called carrion? Sorry, it’s agave. Did I type an ampersand? It’s an accent grave. Should I mention Ayn Rand? There’s no more rhymes with “ave” Maria!
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PILF 03:24
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PILF I want to frack you; make you shake Wanna feel you erupt in my face Wanna extract the last drop from you I can’t get enough of your saurian goo I need lithium for my phones Aluminum for my drones Heavy metals for my chromosomes Open up for me, baby, wanna hear you moan They say our love’s just a one-way street and one of us is bound to fall All I know is a one-way street is better than no street at all I’m gonna open all your carbon traps Melt your polar ice caps Set your trapped methane free Then ride your feedback loops to eternity I’m gonna tear off all your mountaintops Plow you with my love crop Change your sedimentary into igneous rock Is it just me or is it getting hot? They say our love’s just a one-way street and one of us is bound to fall All I know is a one-way street is better than no street at all When I take off all of your topsoil You know it makes me start to twitch and roil And when my derrick shoots, I’ll make your oceans boil And pray that I survive your recoil They say our love’s just a one-way street and one of us is bound to fall All I know is a one-way street is better than no street at all
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Tape 02:53
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Tape I have a little project that needs some packing tape In fact It needs many, many yards of packing tape So I open up the drawer where I keep my packing tape I see rubber bands and plastic bags, but there’s no packing tape I open a second drawer . . . no packing tape I open up a third drawer . . . no packing tape I have no more drawers, I have no packing tape Then I look inside a cabinet: there’s my packing tape! Tape . . . Tape . . . Tape . . . Tape . . . I can’t find the demarcating line on the roll The line I need to find so I can peel a strip of tape I really, really, really, really, really need this tape But I can’t find the demarcating line on the roll I hold up my packing tape close to a lamp I hold the packing tape quite close to a lamp Now I can see the line when it’s close to a lamp A very faint line when I hold it by a lamp Tape . . . Tape . . . Tape . . . Tape . . . I wedge my thumbnail beneath the line that I can see I pull it back, a strip of tape starts to come free But then the strip of tape starts to split and divide Then it sticks to itself after splitting and dividing I try to pry the rest of the strip from the roll But I just create more torn strips on the roll Torn strips sticking to my hand or to the roll Useless strips stuck to my hand and to the roll Tape . . . Tape . . . Tape . . . Tape . . .
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The Idiot Beat 03:02
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It's the IDIOT BEAT Pouring forth from every car, driving down every street, In every city in the world, it's the IDIOT BEAT Shaking your house, shaking your teeth, Shaking your brain, it's the IDIOT BEAT Everybody you know, everybody you meet, They're all moving to the IDIOT BEAT Oh, I love you baby! The IDIOT BEAT was made in a lab But the lab itself was made by the BEAT Dig that! You can't move forward and you can't retreat When you're in the grip of the IDIOT BEAT Hear the idiots bleat Giddyup, meat! Oh, I love you, baby! In the rising heat, in the rising heat, in the rising heat . . .
15.
Afterglow. 03:20
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released June 2, 2023

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