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Daryn
04:15
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I hate men
I hate men
I hate men
I hate men
I hate men who beat their wives because they don’t understand
what is attacking them from within
I hate men who are diseased, infected and afraid
but hide it all underneath the skin
I hate men who change with time and shrink through responsibility
I hate all the men who become fools when time dolls out senility
I hate men who compete with everyone around in a game where everybody loses
I hate men who are a slave to a persona that some 18 year old version of himself chooses
I hate men who choose mutual misery than letting you be somebody else
I hate the men who do this because they can’t stand being alone with their hateful fucking selves
I hate men who hate themselves and make that everybody else’s issue
I hate men who deal with this every time they raise their hand and hit you
I hate men who use money and influence to manipulate
I hate men who think a fiscal transaction is equivalent to a date
I hate men who think music is only for the boys
I hate men who think the winner is the one making the most noise
I hate men who use their ineptitude to keep you close
I hate men who don’t wash and they smell and are just fucking gross
I hate men who use their privilege to pursue their selfish dream
I hate men who use violence to turn shame to self-esteem
I hate men who dream at night about the boys
that they bully during the day
I hate men who think the way they feel
means more than what they actually say
poor men
I hate men who wear a uniform because they think
being part of something is better than being who they are
I hate men who think sentimentality
comes from an acoustic guitar
I hate men who think of love as a religion
A religion with a fallible god
I hate men who deliver insults as though expecting
Canned laughter and applaud
I hate men who actually believe in their mind
they’ve dreamed existence into being
I hate even more the men who are worse
that dreamed existence into being
I hate the men who will win because their ignorance makes them confidant
I hate the men who will win because you love them, and they have everything they want
Bad men old and new
Bed men boys wear blue
Bad men through and through
Bad men just like you
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2. |
Oppenhiemer
04:44
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When the bomb falls
There’ll be running
There’ll be screaming
There will be blood
When the bomb falls,
there will still be those trying to profit from your screaming and blood
When the bomb falls
All those that thought it was a good idea
They will still think it was a good idea
As they watch everything they love turn to ash
When the bomb falls
All those that marched and reposted to oppose
They will gorge themselves on the satisfaction of being right about universal misery
When the bomb falls
Life will become much simpler
As we all wait for the radiation to kill us all
When the bomb falls
We can stop worrying about getting the job
Getting the new phone
Getting the dinner in
Getting the girl
…and really focus on sparing our loved ones
with a merciful execution
Run, run, run …but you still can’t hide (x4)
when the bomb falls
all our petty rivalries and pointless grudges
they will matter even more
we will forget the faces of the ones lost
and focus hate on whatever new “others” emerge
Run, run, run …but you still can’t hide (x4)
when the bomb falls
we will have lost flowers and dancing and hairstyles and chips and birds and poetry.
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3. |
Hank
02:19
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There is an old man
alone
dreaming of the ability for erection
There are 4 billion others
that don't dream at all,
just staring at the misery on show
between the hours of the clock
Appetite never quenched
Lusty depression tinned and preserved inside a rusty can
Old men that feel like old men
Surplus skin
Eyes too blue
Hair re-distributed for maximum humiliation
Women are afraid of men
Men are afraid of men
Some were teachers, scientists, poets, punks
Some were soldiers raping foreign girls
Some ruled the world raping you
They all saw it
between the hours of the clock
between the distance between them
between the distance inside them
Surplus skin
Old men
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4. |
James
04:44
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I will surrender to your powers
I’ll say the wold’s no longer ours
I’ll admit that man is just a fool
I’ll say the girls are going to rule
I’ll go to bed early everyday
I’ll listen to every word you say
I’ll make the bed, I’ll walk the cat
I’ll rub your feet, I’ll rub your back
Anything sexist I’ll attack
I’ll wear the white instead of black
In my masturbation fantasy I’ll do anything you say
In my masturbation fantasy I’ll let cliché decay
In my masturbation fantasy we’ll win the feminist fight
In my masturbation fantasy – I’ll be your white knight
I’ll re-post news of atrocities
I’ll discuss Atwood’s prophecies
I’ll never take, I’ll just ask please
I’ll understand how I’m a sleaze
I’ll recycle everything I use
Organic is the only thing I’ll choose
I’ll look at your words and not your tits
Anything still broken I can fix
Wollstonecraft tell me what I lack
I’ll wear the white instead of black
In my masturbation fantasy I’ll do anything you say
In my masturbation fantasy I’ll let cliché decay
In my masturbation fantasy we’ll win the feminist fight
In my masturbation fantasy – I’ll be your white knight
I’ll drink camomile tea
I’ll preach gender equality
I’ll crush all signs of virility
I’ll pass responsibility
I’ll stub out strangers cigarettes
I’ll pay off all your mother’s debts
I’ll get a job, I’ll never sing
Solanas was right about everything
I’ll read the Woolf to pass the hours
I’ll save the bees, I’ll plant some flowers
Male genital mutilation
Slut shame humiliation
Religious hypocrisy
Aunts roaming the city
We’ll lose the vote
You’ll cut the throat
Comfort men
You just say when
The male will fall
I’ll burn them all
The female gaze
The end of days
I won’t talk back
I’ll wear the white instead of black…
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5. |
New Bob
03:23
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Let me tell you a tale: hope you understand
I was once a woman before I was a man
I was a woman: weak, alone and a-feared
Now I’m a man a-with muscle and beard
I made a wish upon auspicious star
To my tits I said au revoir
I willed a cock to grow in the dead of the night
Changed into a man so I can take up the fight
I am what I am
and I’m glad I’m a man
As a girl they said “don’t play with boys”
A life established by feminine toys
A barbie, kitchen set, a pram and a doll
“Learn yourself to be a lady that’s all”
Yours is not the life with the burden of choice
“Men like you better when you got no voice”
Pregnant at college before I could qualify
No education now I’m too tired to try
I am what I am
and I’m glad I’m a man
Twins were born now always work to be done
Cook, clean without a wage; without anyone.
To pay the bills I cleaned an office uptown
Abusive boss says he’s just foolin’ around
Met a boy with a matrimonial plan
A ring and a curse I became the slave to the man
He fooled around while I clean-up the mess
What little I was I became even less
I am what I am
and I’m glad I’m a man
Men made me feel used, abused and afraid
Now I’m a man I gots vengeance to be paid
I was a woman trapped in a man’s world
But body-magic made my sex uncurled
I grew myself the throbbing loins of a male
Now I make men suffer in my revenge tale
At night I rape and attack lost boys
I am a man. And I destroys.
I am what I am
and I’m glad I’m a man
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6. |
Sonny Jim
04:00
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Sonny, Sonny do your daddy proud
Sonny, Sonny crying ain’t allowed
Sonny, Sonny don’t wanna hurt you chile
Sonny, Sonny men done this a while
Sonny, Sonny I’ll fuck you up
Sonny, Sonny till you’re all grown up
Sonny, Sonny your hope in shatters
Sonny, Sonny family matters
Sonny, Sonny…
Sonny, Sonny…
Don’t bleed the seed
A family breeds
Though a man has needs
Don’t bleed the seed
Sonny, Sonny my issues now yours
Sonny, Sonny blood line endures
Sonny, Sonny pass from man to man
Sonny, Sonny get out as fast as you can
Sonny, Sonny the body forbids but
Sonny, Sonny don’t ever have kids
Sonny, Sonny father to a son
Sonny, Sonny end what daddy begun
Sonny, Sonny…
Sonny, Sonny…
Don’t bleed the seed
A family breeds
Though a man has needs
Don’t bleed the seed
SOLO
Sonny, Sonny you’re still so young
Sonny, Sonny my song is sung
Sonny, Sonny take my psychic shit
Sonny, Sonny you’re my counterfeit
Sonny, Sonny my daddy messed with me
Sonny, Sonny burn the family tree
Sonny, Sonny emotional ignorance
Sonny, Sonny male inheritance
Sonny, Sonny…
Sonny, Sonny…
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7. |
Shane
04:00
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It’s not about a country that’s lost its moral way
It’s not about the violence that happens every single day
It’s not about who’s in, and
It’s not about who’s out
It’s about everything else you don’t give a fuck about
It’s not about what happens in a war far from here
It’s not about the profit of keeping everyone in fear
It’s not about a hunger, and
It’s not about a drought
It’s about everything else you don’t give a fuck about
It’s not about who’s watching from the drones above
It’s not about the simple choice between fear and love
It’s not about the money
Not even the amount
It’s about everything else you don’t give a fuck about
It’s not about the weather getting stranger all the time
It’s not about who’s suffering while you’re feelin’ fine
It’s not about who is with
It’s not who is without
It’s about everything else you don’t give a fuck about
It’s not about the silence in the search for the truth
It’s not about the trial that doesn’t require any proof
It’s not about a whisper, and
It’s not about a shout
It’s about everything else you don’t give a fuck about
It’s not about a time or the way things used to be
It’s not about the question: who’s a slave and who is free?
It’s not about your faith, and
It’s not about your doubt
It’s about everything else you don’t give a fuck about
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8. |
Kenny
03:28
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There is a place deeper than the pit of man’s fear and darker than the summit of his ignorance. That place is the night bus. I had been unemployed for several months now. They told me that I needed to gain some… skills. I was doing some course on computers. I saw it all. Every night on the bus home I saw the fear and the trembling of humanity. And one night, I even saw – her. Scanning the routine menagerie of ordinary lunatics, cyclopes and Mark E Smith impersonators I glimpsed this knock-out blonde. You know the kind. With all the legs and all the lips and all of everything in between. God, she was… sacred… profane… one of each please. A blonde like blood in fresh snow. Well you won’t believe this but this blonde, what does she do next? Well she gets off the bus at the same stop as me. Me? I’m just on my way home. Ain’t nothing wrong with that? She turns a corner. Well I turn it too. We’re heading the same way. We just happen to be heading the same way. A coincidence. This is the way I always walk home. She starts to walking a little faster. Why is she speeding up? She tosses a glance back behind herself. Is she speeding up because of me? What does she think? She think that I’m following her? Why, this is the way I always walk home. I start to walking a little faster too. I’m not some monster. Not some lunatic. She keeps looking behind her. My steps start to mirror her tempo. What does she think I am? Suddenly she breaks into a full pelt run. And I’m running after her. And I’m screaming “I’m not going to rape you!”
… And in the end, I didn’t.
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9. |
Mark
05:02
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I pace the days in repentance wearing sensible shoes
On the bus to my shit job I count the ways that I failed you
You loved me for a lie of a better man than me
But as the sagging days collect you begin to see
That I'm no romantic hero nor some lost highway kid
I've never kept a promise though I often swore I did
Many nights you wake after a dream in which you fall
And every morning I wake up without any dream at all
Did I really work that hard to end up like this?
I didn't notice any chances lost or any that I miss
I'm numb to the joy and I'm numb to misery
A dull, self-loathing anger is all that I can be
When the fuck did this happen or was it always this way?
When did the black dog enter and is he here to stay?
I'm searching for the spool of the man I used to be
I'll listen to his voice and practice till the man is me
I listen to the recording of the younger man
He sings of revolution in a voice that believes he can
Everything is felt more deeply with a love that is fair
And the music has a power that I forgot was there
He's calling out for love and he's calling out for pain
But the songs that he is singing all sounds the same
I turn the record off and think of the dream in which you fall
The record gets stored away - that isn't me at all.
Male role blues
When you fight and lose
Not the life we choose
Playing the male role blues.
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10. |
Tony
02:52
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I got a fat swinging dick
I got mile thick wrists
I got 50” chest
My poems Bukowskiesque
Hey, hey – I fight with everybody
Hey, hey – I’ll fuck anybody
Hey, hey – I got a sexy body
Tell me: what does it mean to be the pneumatic man
Ladies
I’m the pneumatic man
I said ladies
I’m the pneumatic man
I eat meat & beer
My own feelings I fear
Hard men know how to hide
Hard to keep it all inside
Hey, hey – what you looking at?
Hey, hey – prides means you don’t go back
Hey, hey – violence solves all I lack
Tell me: what does it mean to be the pneumatic man
Ladies
I’m the pneumatic man
I said ladies
I’m the pneumatic man
All man
I wish I was stronger
All lost
my cock is longer
All man
a pathological need to win
real men don’t sing
Hey, hey – is my body male enough?
Hey, hey – is rock music tough enough?
Hey, hey – silence is sissy stuff
Tell me: what does it mean to be the pneumatic man
Ladies
I’m the pneumatic man
I said ladies
I’m the pneumatic man
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