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Hacked Humanity
01:20
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You will not be terminated you’ll be left to die by yourself
As a cast off under class to biotechnological elite
Slaves to the algorithm, under the influencers
Drowned in waves of change, labelled out of data
The machines remain controlled, by a privileged savvy few
Ensuring that you don’t know, that you don’t know what you do
They’ll know you better than you know yourself
Be a transformer, be a resistor, do without power, live your own life
They’ll know you better than you know yourself
Inspired by Yuval Harari’s “Homo Deus”, thoughts on our giving up our data, free will, and future to corporations whose sole goal is to sell us stuff, whether we think we want it or not. Try and remember who you are before the suggestions take over, speak face to face!
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Salem.dot.com
02:02
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GLASS HOUSES, FIREWALL SCREENS
FLAMING TROLLS BURN BRIDGES UNSEEN
MOB’S SHELTER IN EMPTY HEART
HOME ALONE, FEEL YOU’RE A PART
OF THE DIGITAL LYNCHING
HOLD THE COATS, THE STICKS AND STONES
SHARKS CIRCLE STRIPPED BONES
SNAP JUDGEMENT ON STORY HALF SPUN
TO PLAYGROUND FIGHT WATCH YOU RUN
TO THE DIGITAL LYNCHING
ANOTHER VICTIM HEXED,
RETRACTION IN THE SMALL PRINT BUT WE’RE ON TO THE NEXT
JURY OF JEERS AIRS PREJUDICE
DELIGHT IN THE SCANDAL OF THIS
CAN’T SEE OR UNDERSTAND
YOUR SELF-LOATHING , SECOND HAND
TURN IT ON YOU AND WATCH YOU FLINCH
ANOTHER VICTIM HEXED,
RETRACTION IN THE SMALL PRINT BUT WE’RE ON TO THE NEXT
GOD SAVE US FROM THE SELF-RIGHTEOUS
Who has not done or said something wrong? Everyone who piles on to the latest misdemeanour outed online with moral outrage, apparently. Yes, call out wrongs when needed, but your virtue signalling is plain to see too. Don’t cast the first stone.
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Through a broken lens
02:18
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All filter, screen in from of your eyes, all filter, blank behind your eyes
The camera obscures and denies, the camera obscures and denies
Steal the real, conceals the feel, not first hand, not present
Trapped in the saving of history, digital reverse archaeology
Buried and lost, in the mass of media, washed away, in the flood of image
Don’t want to lose your moment, your place in the centre of things,
Selfie-ish, need to be seen, and you’ll inflict upon others
Glare of the light in the dark, the view is blurred and distant
To share, apart from with those there, drift in the cloud of your dreams
Buried and lost, in the mass of media, washed away, in the flood of image
All filter, screen in from of your eyes, all filter, blank behind your eyes
The camera obscures and denies, the camera obscures and denies
Take a photo, make a souvenir, but don’t forget to actually enjoy the moment for what it is instead of in the context of its digital presentation. Get a grip on the here and now, not filtered through a phone screen. Do sign up for our meet and greet photo op
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Ersatzisfaction
01:00
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no man is an island, in the centre of this gyre
circling drain of resource, dissatisfaction on the horizon
starving for consumption, simple life is shamed
converts to a life of greed, church of beached technology
on your knees, pray, pray for delivery
on your knees, pay, pay for delivery
you didn’t know, you were left behind
until you were found, and told you were blind
Cargo cults await the next gift from the gods, the next advancement of their lives. Not much different with the endless replacement and revision of “vital” technology needed to survive/compete in the modern/social world. Follow Adbusters and try a buy nothing day
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Messines 3.09am
02:31
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Your towers aren’t built on sand they are built on shale
Pillars of your golden temples start to fail
Lust for power burns out and corrupts
Conspire to build our own funeral pyre
Once green, scorched earth, turns black
Choose to choose it’s too late to turn back
We drift in binary ethereal maze
We lose the ties to the worlds ways
Pulling the rug from under our feet, eat where you shit, shit where you eat
The need to have it all versus this is all we have
We’re dogs chasing our own tail, snakes eating our own tail
Part of a whole, not sole with no role
Drill down, cut through the tendons, drill down, cut through the stays
Drill down, cut through the crux, sever the root of it all
Colossus trips and falls
Undermined
Fracking is just the latest example of destructive exploitation of the planet, desperate methods and measures to sustain unsustainable growth. Heading for the fall, tripping over the mess we’ve made ourselves, into the handy sinkhole/mass grave. Take enjoyment from the environment, not everything else
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Hypocritical Hit (sic)
04:37
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A selfless aim to heal makes targets for cold steel
Casualties are strategies, the plug is pulled from the skies
Death reigns in the skies, death raids from the skies, death rains from the skies
In theatres the victims lie
Red cross in iron sights, blind to human rights
Killers unconventional, operate without morals, no place of safety here, for those born in hope and fear
Die in dust, your refuge a tomb, die in dust, your womb a tomb, die first or die last
Compassion has passed, is past
Red cross in iron sights, blind to human rights
Surgical strikes, cut the life support, with collateral, the war is fought
Bombing hospitals and civilian infrastructure is now a tactic of “war”, much easier waging war from a distance than risking your troops. No political side can claim the moral high ground, only the heroes working on the frontline in the wards. Support Medecins Sans Frontieres
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Jobs@auschwitz
01:28
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There were jobs at Auschwitz, would you have taken one?
Behold descendent legacy, my god what have you done?
Money to be made, dealing slow death, but not in their back yard
Choose a desperate corner; sell them “times are hard”
Deal is done, over our heads, to conscription resigned
Survival bought short term, Saul redefined
Decay is buried, under our feet, poison consigned
Die from ephemeral greed, half-life demise
Burning future options, investment at stake
Generations cursed from the bribe you now take
There were jobs at Auschwitz, would you have taken one?
Behold descendent legacy, my god what have you done?
My god what have you done? My god what have you done?
My god what have you done?
“We need jobs” is the defence of accepting nuclear power in rural wales, when the japanese corporations building them won’t do it in their own country. There’ll be jobs dealing with the waste for eternity, if that’s what’s important to you, maybe see if your kids fancy that career direction first though? Invest in renewable alternatives, that wales is blessed with
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Token grief
01:57
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I was there when it happened, alone in front of a screen
Searched the detail of pain and horror, wondered what might have been
Shared the news I was part of, gave voice to prayers and fears
Made all know I was still alive, added a single digital tear
Synthetic cry, your eyes burn dry
I wasn’t there when it happened, though once I might have been close
To the random death and destruction, that’s packaged in a daily dose
So I move on to the next one, attention span short, I forget
Sympathy or empathy is so much easier when a click is the extent of your effort
Synthetic cry, your eyes burn dry
After soaking up the war porn temporarily putting a (white, western) flag on your social media and doing nothing else to support another nation currently suffering is maybe more about making yourself feel better and letting everyone else know you are a caring person. We are in privileged positions, please contribute to those who aren’t
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Voice of Reason
01:33
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don’t speak don’t say my fucking name
when its stripped back only lies and shit
voice in my ear, voice in my fucking head
when its played back only torture fed by drip
do it, don’t do it, do it
the right thing to do is the hardest sometimes
do it, don’t do it, do it
can’t feel relief when you’re cold in the ground
don’t speak, don’t claim I’m to blame
when its ripped out only lies and sht
voice in my ear, voice with a tongue of lead
when its choked out can unstitch my own lips
www.mind.org.uk
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Viddy Well
00:27
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Screen death
01:37
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Just like being in a film, apart from the unhappy ending
When your life is so dull and repetitive, you seek a better adjective
Vision vocabulary diminished, snapped back to reality to find it finished
Binge watching zombies with dead emotions, sedate heart just going through the motions
Desensitised to ever decreasing thrills, until you experience the real world kills
Watch the gun, aimed at you, See the bomb, wait for the blast,
Feel the knife, pain is numb; hear the screams, reaction dumb
Snapped back to reality to find it’s finished
When the brutal drama of life occurs on the street and not on the TV is it any wonder that the reaction is so dulled when the brain is conditioned to shrug and change channel? Your 15 seconds of fame sees you slipped into a bodybag wondering what happened, some countries are living with this violence on a daily basis
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Butchers and fakers
02:42
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PICKING OVER A ROTTEN CORPSE, PACKAGED AS SOMETHING TO SELL
FIT FOR CONSUMPTION, MECHANICALLY RECOVERED
LUKEWARM REHEATED DIET, BLAND STANDARD MENU
NOT EVEN A BITTER TASTE, CHOKING ALL THE VENUES
THE EASY OPTION, PLAY THE PLAGIARIST
BUTCHERS AND FAKERS, EGO MTORS
YOU ARE THE HARDENED ARTERIES, CLOGGING THE BEATING HEART
RESURRECTING THE DREGS, SUSPENDED IMAGINATION
IMITATION OF LIVE, FEED OFF OTHERS CREATION
BORING RECIPE RE-PAST, WHERE’S YOUR ROYALTY BILL?
THE EASY OPTION, PLAYING IT SAFE WITH SOUND
BUTCHERS AND FAKERS, ONE TRACK MONEY MAKERS
EAR FODDER FOR THE ECHO CHAMBER
LOW PRIEST OF FASHION, SECT OF NO NOTE
LAYING DOWN THE SCENE LAW IN EVER DIMINISHING CIRCUITS
STUCK IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD, HEADING IN THE WRONG DIRECTION,
NO AMBITION BEYOND CASH, MILKMEN DELIVER TRASH
COOKIE I THINK YOU’RE LAME…
An accusation levelled that original bands who play for nothing/fun/whatever can be afforded by promoters are actually endangering the “careers” of cover bands/artistes by making venues think they can give less is met with the derision it deserves.
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Not-so-superseded
01:25
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The spiral downward tightens, like a noose around our necks,
For lies we are ready consumers, of glitter rolled shit wrecks
Designed to fail, designed to fail, they give you the coffin and sell you the nails
Broken lightbulb moment, cynical short lifespan
Sustainable rendered obsolete, sell, sell, sell for as long as you can
Some things that add to nothing, shiny shell with failing heart
Left with the mess that’s less than, the sum of defective parts
There’s no profit in one-off purchases, we need to be made to come back for more. An endless cycle of washing machines, the waste outweighs the products, but we’ll ship that off elsewhere so it doesn’t spoil our view. Make and make do
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Sacrifice, for your freedom, the bodies bleed, with no reason
No cross fail to question treason, liberty bell, a death knell note
Manifest destiny is the rapture
We choose to go too soon, we choose to go too soon
Not because it’s easy but it’s getting less hard, to wade through the tide of blood
We will lead the world on this path; our record of achievement is seen
Carved in profane stone, and as smoke rising to the stars
We will triumph over this life; bring our children a swift end
Save them the time and strife, godspeed the more we send
Manifest destiny is the rapture
If the USA wanted to reduce gun deaths and school massacres, it could take measures. But perhaps when the structure of the state is entangled with the props of church beliefs of a better world beyond this one maybe it really doesn’t matter, sooner or later we all gotta go. We wish y’all luck
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emissaries of syn Conwy, UK
kev - guitar, b. voc
gwyn - drums, b. voc.
mark - bass, voc
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