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New Green
04:16
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2. |
Antibiotic Man
05:08
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Antibiotic Man
It's all crumbling down
The towers and steeples
They come in disease
In all the colours of sickness
Crashing down
In they come
Crashing down
Here I die
Cut off from my anti-bi...
Antibiotics I...
And their dead grey...
They'll come from the sun, they'll come
To heal me naturally, they'll come
They'll come from the sun, they'll come
To help me walk with a clear mind
I open up and in they come
To bring the temperature, they'll come
Crashing down
I'm hollowed out
All shiny surface blue
I'm allowed to feel new
Like a burned alive shivering
A monument to the end of time: a disease
So I take a road and watch
The gases reach
Reaching out
From the new beginning
I'm Keens Vereeniging!
You've got 2 weeks to destroy me...
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3. |
Isness
03:26
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Isness
The light in the distance
Bring it to me, bring it to me
Place it on a stream
The stream will teem with life
Watch it breathe
Life into me
Isness
It's green to the sea
And blue from there
When the time comes
The tide will come
And take me away
Isness
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4. |
Life Under Capitalism
04:23
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Life Under Capitalism
Who am I in your eyes?
I cannot see me in your eyes
The fear and the horror
Are not mine
The deceit, the depravity
The greed, the desire
Are not mine
I shall not succumb
The truth is magnificently liberating
For it has set me free
Free to do nothing
In the cycle of endless choices on display
How my insides revolt
When all are transfixed by the glare
By the charms, the thrill of voracity
Mine shall be a mutiny
A struggle to hold out at sea
With the shore or infinity
As my only choice...
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5. |
Atari Jazz
05:15
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6. |
A Sense Of Place
07:05
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A Sense Of Place
Oh grey rocks and new green loves
You understand the purpose of being
Once I've crossed to your side
I must burn the bridge
Only then will I no longer fear
The madness inside of me
Only you can set free the dove
Only you will tear down the cage
I wish I could decipher
The message in a season's change
The sense in a broken heart
Bleeding as it hangs from a branch
Blending into the ground
Blood and soil will resound
Oh, listen to its sturdy beat
I'm no longer frightened
I see trees and hills and pagan rituals
Secrets and sacrifices
Burned and scattered
Into fields and streams
And something that's here
That soothes as only
Happiness can
I wish I could decipher
The message in a season's change
The sense in a broken heart
Bleeding as it hangs from a branch
Blending into the ground
Blood and soil will resound
Oh, listen to its sturdy beat
I'm no longer frightened
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7. |
Life In Cities
04:36
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Life In Cities
The city is a wild machine
Gorging on our remnant dreams
Grinding on voraciously
It's belly turns and churns out
The liquid dreams on which we feed
As liquid beings we watch on while
Our hearts once hollowed
Turn to stone
Bled dry and solidified
Spanning rivers
Breaching seas
Cutting through hills
Felling trees
To cities they're lured
The countless poor who will pave the streets
With abandoned dreams of a better place
A better body, a better faith
All turned to stone
My wanting is wasting
Away on the beachhead
Of my dormant desire
I'm drowsed by seduction
I'm fumbling in the rot
For my life in cities
You come to us from far away
From beyond the furthest fields you come
From places where they reproduce
All of our sounds
The sounds of laughter, the sounds of weeping
The sounds of breathing, the sounds of sleep
You've come to send it back to us
Through your millions of cables
My wanting is wasting
Away on the beachhead
Of my dormant desire
I'm drowsed by seduction
I'm fumbling in the rot
For my life in cities
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9. |
C The C
02:56
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C The C
It's bleeding dry
The sky, the numbers, the nimbus
Dragging along a long
A long, long ambulance
Leaving a trail under the wail of sirens
Flooding the streets with all the liquid released
C The C
Covered by white sheets
C The C
Hiding our misdeeds
There lie the bodies pumping blood and come
Into a sea where all the whales are thumping
Beneath the paper-thin surface threatening
To break through and parade their grievances
C The C
Covered by white sheets
C The C
Hiding our misdeeds
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10. |
Silent Spring
03:27
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Silent Spring
The birds won't sing
Their melodies trapped under layers of tar
And an air so heavy
No song could ever linger
In this silent spring
The birds won't sing
For they've lost their wings
And from their mouths
Come only feathers
The birds won't sing
Now earth is covered under wings
So fluffy and light
As if ready for flight
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11. |
System Of Needs
04:20
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12. |
River Banks
04:39
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River Banks
This is the river
Where once mothers gave birth
And later
Where products were bottled
And sent to thirsty countries
And later
Where savage wars were waged
Now that the river's dry
We line its banks in community
Day after day we come
And stand in line
Hand in hand
To fill it with our tears...
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13. |
The Ground
05:37
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The Ground
Let this be the ground
Which bears the fruit
Which flowers into a single truth
Let this be the ground
Which breaks the fall
And shreds our lies into a thousand petals
Let this be the ground
Which roots the naked frame entwined
For all to contemplate
The sounds of our suffering
The horrified expression
Which outlines our sense of self
Flashed across the heavens
Our violent desires
We crush all that is beautiful
And listen as she calls out your name
And names all that which is wrong with you
You, who would never save her
You, who could never keep her streams
From running dry
She'll breathe you in
And breathe out something pure
And start anew
Let this be the ground
Which swallows us whole
That springs forth in shoots
To stem the degradation
Let this be the ground
Where lovers come to seed
And breed a brand new generation
And for those such as you
Who are simply passing through
She'll stand as a barren testament
Of a once fertile land
Where children played and lovers pranced
And poets sang of her bounty
Let this be the ground
Which rings out the sound
Of our cheering...
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14. |
Savage New Landscape
05:15
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Waste Generation Barcelona, Spain
Waste Generation is the brainchild of South African born artist and musician Keens Vereeniging, currently based in Barcelona, Spain. The band are a cross-cultural and multidisciplinary outfit comprising music, performance art, dance and video production. ... more
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