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Emergencies recede before emerging properties: a ‘Crisis of Authority’.
You lie before the lessons of economy.
Enough, enough, enough:
This isn't helping at all
We're not empowered by the underdogs.
Very smart people have written (and very smart people are often wrong):
This country was “built to hide the bodies
It's healthy to be out of hope”.
These are the fish that rot from the head down (it had to be said, so put your hands down).
He saw you from the car
The aristocracy you are
There's nothing to respect in how you “started from the bottom”, now you're animals and stars.
Enough, enough, enough:
They write the mystery out of us.
Tonight your aspirations die.
Stuck on the ground, we speak the language of the fluently down.
Here's where they sell a public service to a private hotel.
Very small people have fallen and
Very smart people are often wrong.
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hihihihi
i'm a stone cold bitch
hihihihihi
i'm a stone cold bitch
hihihihi
i'm a stone cold bitch
hihihihihi
i'm a stone cold bitch
yeah
hihihihi
i'm a stone cold bitch
you never saw me coming from the bottom of the hill
hihihihi
i'm a stone cold bitch
got a crown full of lillies left my earrings in the dish
hihihihi
i'm a stone cold bitch
when i cut off your head you won't even know you bled
hihihihi
i'm a stone cold bitch
the tassels of my whips stay blowin in the wind
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Full Original Lyrics:
Dark Pools (Music Will Not Save Us) by Leverage Models
...
Directly and gently expose the quantitative signs, data-driven, (and) with no legal blindness (hard labor for the criminal & white).
We don’t want your clothes to fail you. You will need surplus funds, one small hedged option (two to fall in love).
And then the cannibals won beneath a sky that had gagged on the trees, and they could not eat enough.
I enjoyed every employee my tribe had bought – this defined our love.
This defines our love:
• We may not know our ideals anymore
• We will betray a common goal
• We are unequal
Just take this and go. I know music will not save us.
You wore a mask on the phone and I could honestly NOT. STOP. DANCING; and you were trading in dark pools; and my dead mother was there and she could NOT. STOP. DANCING.
I was in prison awhile (an unreliable witness spoke up, I was sold out by my friends). And I enjoyed the fever that it brought. I’ve enjoyed asylum from the top.
We may not know how to feel anymore. This time I won't tell you that you'll heal. You will be harmed by the men who will love you…I know.
I know that words will not save us.
[Next: a woman I don’t know spoke in tongues while my mother and I danced]
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Are they the people?
Make the waves
Make the hurdles
Get in the way?
Are they the people?
Shock the growing
Uncle Incision,
Get out the way
We’re always for you, Fernando
Jumping
Saying
Your Name
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If I Let You Stay by Leverage Models
...
When your flights are grounded
Your wallet is tight and the runway full of hail
The airport is empty
You always come to stay.
If I let you stay you might never leave, [and] finally believe what I believe.
Tonight could get cold and I've got nothing to eat
It's been years now and the machinery has crushed me faster than you
You had to lie
Like you were calm in the ground
And I was never very good at keeping my worst opinions down.
Only this time (one more night to sit and smile), and you might finally believe what I believe.
And maybe you can give me something to help me sleep.
Tomorrow the day will just beat you down. Until then I'm around.
This city plays plays a vicious host.
Some days it feels like you’re wearing someone's ghost.
You were such a strong kid
Now it seems like you get thinner every year
If I could, I would get fat and happy for you
(a satire of control).
If I let you stay you might never leave.
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Day One
by Leverage Models
...
Little towns revive, then they choke. And failure is a turn-on in every farmland small town I know.
We hate to be talked down to but we love it in song.
I won’t tell you it’ll be all right, I don’t know. But it gets better than this (well, not for certain, but it happens).
At 40 years old, sentimental songs can seem like ethical transactions.
Things have to fall apart some more before we know why we care or what we’re here for.
You have dressed yourselves for class war and I am wearing everything that I own.
This is ‘last call’, where are you going? Is there somewhere safe you can stay?
I make you laugh and you make me laugh,
and I know that we both feel like we are parodies of God.
The airwaves are full of no one like us, of models who brag. Isn’t it strange we’re inspired by these people so rich and loud, and so perfect, saying they’ve won?
Day 1: We can do better than this (I’m trying harder to believe it…)
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8. |
Kill Alters - Free
04:08
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Dark Pools (Music Will Not Save Us)
by Leverage Models
...
Directly and gently expose the quantitative signs, data-driven, (and) with no legal blindness (hard labor for the criminal & white).
We don’t want your clothes to fail you. You will need surplus funds, one small hedged option (two to fall in love).
And then the cannibals won beneath a sky that had gagged on the trees, and they could not eat enough.
I enjoyed every employee my tribe had bought – this defined our love.
This defines our love:
• We may not know our ideals anymore
• We will betray a common goal
• We are unequal
Just take this and go. I know music will not save us.
You wore a mask on the phone and I could honestly NOT. STOP. DANCING; and you were trading in dark pools; and my dead mother was there and she could NOT. STOP. DANCING.
I was in prison awhile (an unreliable witness spoke up, I was sold out by my friends). And I enjoyed the fever that it brought. I’ve enjoyed asylum from the top.
We may not know how to feel anymore. This time I won't tell you that you'll heal. You will be harmed by the men who will love you…I know.
I know that words will not save us.
[Next: a woman I don’t know spoke in tongues while my mother and I danced]
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When the Money's Gone
by Leverage Models
...
I'm coming back when the money's gone. I like you better when you're breaking down and miserable.
You should know this kind of episodic family drama won't just smile and die.
I'm feeling tired and politically exposed.
A cheaper version of my younger self, and lost in my clothes, heaven knows
(But, Heaven never had the urge to finally pull the plug).
Are we getting old enough to rationalize that this is ‘healthy competition’ now?
Let's talk about our feelings:
My body's aging and I'm just another asset away from being bored with life.
There isn't time to operate alone. We have no control.
It seems like we'll sing anything if the melody's good, if you can live in the beat.
[And] it’s hard to rhyme about
‘Secret Renditions’,
or
‘The Final Days of an American Culture War That Will Almost Certainly Take Us Down’.
So this is healthy competition now.
Let's talk about our feelings: my body's aging and I'm just another asset away from being bored with life.
There isn't time to operate alone. When you see this you’ll come home. You have no control.
♥
We have before us kids lining the road. Little men with rifles whose hearts bleed for you.
We have before us bombs lining the road. And little men with rifles.
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This isn’t easy for you to explain
If divine, then it’s ugly and strange
This is all you think of: women and god.
Nature inclines to repair, but
Fucking nothing is holding you there
This is all you know: Everything that moves
Moves towards violence.
Design a room
Make it plumb, square and level
Let’s die young, but like a room
well-constructed for what follows us.
All this time
We’ve been framing out an ending
Over time, provisions have been made for the toll.
I know:
‘Breakage’ is to ‘scrap’
as ‘heart’ [is] to ‘mind’
And I can see us weaken over time
All of this is trite but keeps a truth in it.
This isn’t easy for you to explain
You’re divided in body and brain
Still it’s all you think of:
Dancing and dying and family
Design a room…etc.
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Day One
by Leverage Models
...
Little towns revive, then they choke. And failure is a turn-on in every farmland small town I know.
We hate to be talked down to but we love it in song.
I won’t tell you it’ll be all right, I don’t know. But it gets better than this (well, not for certain, but it happens).
At 40 years old, sentimental songs can seem like ethical transactions.
Things have to fall apart some more before we know why we care or what we’re here for.
You have dressed yourselves for class war and I am wearing everything that I own.
This is ‘last call’, where are you going? Is there somewhere safe you can stay?
I make you laugh and you make me laugh,
and I know that we both feel like we are parodies of God.
The airwaves are full of no one like us, of models who brag. Isn’t it strange we’re inspired by these people so rich and loud, and so perfect, saying they’ve won?
Day 1: We can do better than this (I’m trying harder to believe it…)
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If I Let You Stay
by Leverage Models
...
When your flights are grounded
Your wallet is tight and the runway full of hail
The airport is empty
You always come to stay.
If I let you stay you might never leave, [and] finally believe what I believe.
Tonight could get cold and I've got nothing to eat
It's been years now and the machinery has crushed me faster than you
You had to lie
Like you were calm in the ground
And I was never very good at keeping my worst opinions down.
Only this time (one more night to sit and smile), and you might finally believe what I believe.
And maybe you can give me something to help me sleep.
Tomorrow the day will just beat you down. Until then I'm around.
This city plays plays a vicious host.
Some days it feels like you’re wearing someone's ghost.
You were such a strong kid
Now it seems like you get thinner every year
If I could, I would get fat and happy for you
(a satire of control).
If I let you stay you might never leave.
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A Scout's Prayer (What a Man Knows)
by Leverage Models
...
Shove me around. I was in charge. It’s all my fault. Again. Bandage her up. Do you think that she'll come to?
Tell me it's all right. Show me how to ask for something bright (or hit me 'til I smile).
Here is my uncle:
He asks me, in the rapture, where I'll land. Asks if I'm a man.
He says:
"You're hardly at the age where you can say that you know precisely DICK about what pain is. Let it go, and think on this:
When the lights go out you'll have to make a fire. You will have to be a Boy Scout when the power lines fall. As the cities get cold we'll have to make a fire, when the lights go out all over the world.
"Turn around. Bodies are facts when they can be used. And you're a tiny sprout…a simple pale of shit and sentiment flailing around. Don't you tell me you know…you DON’T. Your mother was strange, she held you too close. I used to think that you was strange, but now I want you to know that here, together, in this hunting blind,
well…*I* can see where you'll go (what a man knows, when the lights go out):
YOU’LL HAVE TO MAKE A FIRE…”
&c.
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original lyrics from "A life around terrified animals" by Leverage Models
...
You say you're never gonna leave him alone with anyone else.
And this was right: you brought it all on yourself.
She was a bitter old man by 18, trading a gun for a suit
(You go feral and blind, and are broken, by too much school)
There was the Hospital
And then the Group Home,
And then the "Get your shit together for your baby son…”
A ‘pyramid scheme’ to manage in your 20's
Then you broke down:
“Dump me in the quarry on King’s Road. Re-mantling the silence in the forest is a full-time undertaking. Undertaken from us were the luminous and heavy condensations. Conversations are the evidence of needlepoint conscriptions. Will you take me?”
(Nonsense.)
We built a life around terrified animals, splayed out in silage and carved into stone
Antibiotics surround every love letter,
dividing the excrement from the blood.
Staring at your son
He's borrowed your resentment and you're begging for him to default.
(a) A good person
(b) A good mother
(c) A friend
PICK ONE.
“Dump me in the quarry on King’s Road. I feel tired. I feel crowd-sourced. I feel limbic. I feel like a dual-axle truck that's passing you on the right. I feel like speaking in the language of oppression. Have I? I feel an episode coming on.”
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When the Money's Gone
by Leverage Models
....
I'm coming back when the money's gone. I like you better when you're breaking down and miserable.
You should know this kind of episodic family drama won't just smile and die.
I'm feeling tired and politically exposed.
A cheaper version of my younger self, and lost in my clothes, heaven knows
(But, Heaven never had the urge to finally pull the plug).
Are we getting old enough to rationalize that this is ‘healthy competition’ now?
Let's talk about our feelings:
My body's aging and I'm just another asset away from being bored with life.
There isn't time to operate alone. We have no control.
It seems like we'll sing anything if the melody's good, if you can live in the beat.
[And] it’s hard to rhyme about
‘Secret Renditions’,
or
‘The Final Days of an American Culture War That Will Almost Certainly Take Us Down’.
So this is healthy competition now.
Let's talk about our feelings: my body's aging and I'm just another asset away from being bored with life.
There isn't time to operate alone. When you see this you’ll come home. You have no control.
♥
We have before us kids lining the road. Little men with rifles whose hearts bleed for you.
We have before us bombs lining the road. And little men with rifles.
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N/A
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Senators
I am a raft on the ocean with undocumented eyesight
And I feel the Gulf Stream
High on that kind of midmorning sunlight,
the kind of light that sells a lie.
And you feel “alright”.
Okay, so,
We made coffee on the hotplate
We ate ramen in the hallway
We identified the exits (just in case).
I know you don't do this most days,
And you're falling for the ‘wrong kind’,
But does it feel all right?
Do I remind you of your dad?
When you were born your father wondered what kind of drunk you would be.
We have spoken up and savaged
I'm an [Object]
You're a [Measuring Tool],
an [Instrument For Shaking Down a Government in Turmoil].
I have left my body.
You are breaking someone's bread for “Progress”.
I am a [Raft On the Ocean]
You are an [Animal Skin Rug]
I don't expect you to embrace this
(and we're both drunk).
If not tonight, maybe next year I'll aspire to something better –
maybe a butcher or a driver –
and I will fill my lungs with you.
When you were born your mother
(glittering, mad to see, neurologically lost),
wondered what kind of Senator you would be.
We won't speak up
Our language fails to find a hold
Sincerity slides, as advertised
Our brothers joined their fathers…sung for banks
And this is not our protest
This is just the end of Progress.
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Hold these designs as closely your children
And concentrate on everything that you love
Until you seem to fly
Though sometimes you fail (with a masculine shudder)
You’ll be protected by the camera.
Do something wrong
Invest and watch it grow
And notice the way that scared little kid still shows
(The way light decides to give up on motion at absolute zero)
So we can mystify the data.
Captains of Industry: are you listening now?
Wake me when you’re ready for the blood and dancing
You and I are not alone
I’m an Actor
You’re in Casting
Weakness in design
And failure in execution
Resulted in friends that hurried to leave the room
In fact they seemed to fly
Like horses in fear
Like Believers at a party
that celebrates all this nothing that’s inside us.
Disciples of Hysteria: Are you listening now?
Slap me when you’re ready for an end to this dancing
You and I were created wrong
You’re a sound and I’m a sentence.
(But want me, hold me, lift me up, lead me on).
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