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19 NOTES ON A BROKEN SYSTEM

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Terrible things in my head Making me wish that I was dead Nobody knows the score Hiding behind these closed doors Terrible things in my room I always feel this sense of impending doom Why won't these clouds go away I can't do anything today And I know that I was wrong But this has been going on for way too long
2.
This is no meditation. The need and pain is real. You tell me that salvation Lies within a faithful zeal. Salvation for the saviors. All you have are thoughts and prayers. As if that were enough. A preacher on a pulpit Blessed with two blind eyes Sends out thoughts and prayers But he can’t hear your cry. And you can sleep so well Knowing you won’t go to hell.
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weaponized god circles the sky endless war / endless bone to pick dry catapulted carrion ascends the walls vulture messiah feeding on fear and stench duality of human this cursed parasitic twin must be severed and cast away along with its phantom limbs sever the arms of weaponized god / these pervasive phantom limbs
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who left you there on the floor? gasping for air through the smoke who held the knife to your throat when those bulls came rushing straight through the gate? we know the end to all this is death but we’re still patting our boys on the back pat ‘em on the back who let you into the party? we’re laying face down on the floor you kicked down the door with your big boots shattered the teeth of an old horse
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An infallible system driven down neve a doubt in supreme faith the divine arrive descending as cherubs in blue like suffocation never a misstep in making us safer now face down non-believers are filtered out preemptive preventative trigger pulls the machine learns the ritual's moves here for "us" and helping "them" out too absolute and beyond reproach that they transcend the moral with a blinding light certainty that we are all much safer here in supreme faith with our hands outstretched in humble supplication
6.
Raised to show them all, you’re a real man Broken bones will make them all understand It doesn’t matter - why really care? Can’t second guess a thought that isn’t there FUCK YOUR HONOR, FUCK YOUR PRIDE RAISED TO WIN - SOON TO DIE Rotting from the inside out, a culture of oppressive violence against people of color has permanently stained the facade of “law enforcement” in this country…and in our city. Fuck the murderers in blue.
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Wrapped myself in trust and safety believed truth, priority a hostage / situation empty husk, waiting for all your nothing. Waking up to a gut punch x4 Giving to my detriment your baseline: unrealized needs obliteration/obligingly fade myself: fill you with honey Waking up to a gut punch x4 Goodbyes leave the ephemera of our lives to fill the empty cavity of my ribs with hope
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I don’t want to upset you And I don’t want sympathy I can’t feel compassion I’m free from my vessel today And I’d give my air if only to help you breathe And I’d give my light if only to guide your way And I’d give my eyes for you to gain my sight And I’d give my pain for you to feel what you’ve done to me Now I’m free from condition And I’m free from restraint Now I’m free for ascension And flow through time and space I don’t want to alarm you I just want to explain this in which I once traveled It is now your vessel to take
13.
well the ontological incongruence of a baiting mixed up hyperbole it goes down (you're) an ion encrusted nomad capsule burst through the ionosphere with tachyon membrane to withstand the rigors of the stratosphere chose your shell to be in concordance with the "lifestyles" safe for this atmosphere thousand think-pieces hit your body surrounded by the engineers now you're burning in the blogosphere your shell distended in amber but you're real show me the money put the grams inside my hand now you're burning in the blogosphere your shell distended in amber you're real their rules your world crushed under the weight of a thousand microagressions your shell distended in amber pull back the curtain on the engineer
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The Remnants of the old machine. Recalled! Hidden from scrutiny. Thinly veiled, though we all see The market worth of our bodies. Our rage has ripped the final veil; But we know they won’t concede! As they eliminate our evidence To satisfy their greed. Weigh us down with chain! Lead in our water or in the back! We will bleed, if you’re content to watch. String us up a tree, and we’ll do a dance for you. You can cut us down, But you can’t destroy the root!
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Sky turned black bathed in pouring rain. She won't come back, things will never be the same. Unwanted and obscene...this creature, this thing. Unsightly act, the horror she brings. -The Changeling- (x2) Blinding fear, born into this home. I'm always near....you'll never be alone. I am this house... beyond locked doors. The ringing in your ears...creaking of the floors. -The Changeling- (x4) Her voice lost in time, calling from the grave. A truth unheard, caught beneath the waves. She cries on the wind, whispers whats in store. Weeping angel speak... Her silence no more. -The Changeling- (x4)
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don’t be sorry that you never save when every little choice you make the consequences are so great you're always just a step away from losing fucking everything but it doesn't have to be this way if only we could turn the blame to all the wealthy parasites whose only trade is knowing how to take knowing how to take but they never work a day but they sure know how to take! and you never get a break! and your only saving grace, is every friendly face you end the week with over drinks pour out all the hate and spite you've drawn from every single day you bite your tongue and vent out all the shit that you've amassed from all the times you've kissed somebody's ass to pay your debts but we stay strong cause there’s a lot in life that’s worth a fuss and we’re learning how to fight for that because if all our days and nights belong to us we’ll do this right
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I watched myself burn out on the wrong side of the tracks, I hitched a ride back, then watched myself fall off the wagon It's no use, I've tried, to hide in plain sight This weight in my heart makes me try a suicide attempt 26 stiches wide Punk rockers, they never survive They either burn out young or they change their mind Not a safe place to be, for you or me And junkies, they never grow old, They either clean up their act or they overdose But I guess, as long as they're happy, I don't mind You try to explain, relapse to replace, The weight of the day, the weight of your brain And I can't help you pick up all the pieces These little lies we tell ourselves, Like we're gonna get sober or get ourselves help It waxes and wanes, these phases of pain And I'm just too tired to keep playing these games Oh squatters will never get hired, Cause as long as there's trains, there's a constant reminder Of a wanderlust so thick, they can't resist And cutters will never do more, than bust open a vein and bleed out on the floor, But if that's how you wanna go, don't let me stop you I watched myself fuck up, it's the only thing I seem to do well enough, And I try to act surprised, but these days it's hard There's no lookin back, that road is a mess, If you want to change, you're gonna have to forget And I can't be your voice of reason Alcoholics, truth be told, They only see their future in a bottle of Skol And I don't wanna know those fools no more, I don't wanna know those fools no more, I don't wanna be that fool no more And you scared me nearly half to death, You don't look the same since you've been smoking meth, But we all have different ways that we lose sleep. We all have different ways that we lose sleep We all have different ways that we lose...
18.
Gritty is a punk Crosby is a runt They all went down to philly to the ice to skate Cry Sydney cry Call offsides Gritty is a punk Iceberg is a runt They all went down to Pittsburgh to skate the game away Cry Sydney cry Call offsides
19.
Strange puddles forming on the sidewalk Radio is playing Talk Talk by Talk Talk Rain fallin' down makes everything slick And i'm the king - the king of Sick I'm the King of Sick I'm the King of Sick If you're gonna make a move you best make it quick Now Step back I'm gonna be sick Germs so big you can fuckin' see 'em like something that belongs in a goddamn musem Little Johnny's playing with a rusty ice pick And i'm the king - the king of Sick I'm the King of Sick I'm the King of Sick If gonna make a move you best make it quick Now Step back I'm gonna be sick Hey little birdie take a look out my window There's a spot in my yard where the grass just won't grew A little brown patch creeping closing to home A little brown patch I can call my own Hey little birdie but your weed killer down Keep your hands in the air and don't make sound There's a reddish brown patch creeping closing to home There's a reddish brown patch I can call my own Strange sounds breaking the quiet of the night babies howl like mesquitoes bite you can draw up the charges but they ain't gonna stick Cuz i'm the king - the king of Sick Dirt path leading out of town But it just leads back around And you find yourself falling for the same old tricks And I'm the king - the king of Sick

about

This project was originally undertaken to raise funds for the Philadelphia Community Bail Fund (www.phillybailout.com) and Amistad Law Project (amistadlaw.org) as a means for Philly bands to donate their work in support of those arrested and held on cash bail during the citywide insurrection sparked by the May 25th, 2020 murder of George Floyd and the institutionalized racism and brutality that has been perpetrated by police throughout American history.

$2,500 has been donated to these two organizations and we are now pivoting to fund the powerful, gorgeous work of Black Trans Femmes in the Arts (@btfacollective, www.artsbusinesscollaborative.org/asp-products/black-trans-femmes-in-the-arts-sponsored-projected_/). From July 4, 2020, all proceeds will go to BTFA.

This compilation is free for BIPOC. Please e-mail 19notesphilly@gmail.com for a copy.

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released June 10, 2020

Cover art by: Justin Gray (burntobuild.com)

Mastered and sequenced by: Steve Roche (www.permanenthearingdamage.com)

Cassette production by: Ryan Chitty (@museumofpunk)

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