We are all snowflakes and the summer's coming

People out here are hungry, hungry for the world they had

Governed by God above us, strict and predictable Dad

We tried to get by on wonder, but wonder's not a won/loss bag

And there's comfort in the judgment when there's someone to aim it at

THOSE PEOPLE

They don't think like us, it's dangerous

It's lions with the lambs

THOSE PEOPLE

Or a savage rabbit gnawing the heart of the modern man

THOSE PEOPLE

They're nothing like me, nothing like you

No decorum and no morals, they're just animals

THOSE PEOPLE

Be crude, stupid, gross

Just tell me you're not one of those

Scrolling in our secret garden, trolling out in hostile lands

Gotta hit 'em before they hit you first

Then return to our corners unharmed

Whispers out on the fringes, fix on it and track the thread

From one to another and another and another

THOSE PEOPLE

Oh, this openness, it's poisonous

It's laurel for the lambs

THOSE PEOPLE

To keep fat and passive while daggers are brandished in other hands

I can't stand it

THOSE PEOPLE

Nothing like me, nothing like you

Where's the valor? Where's the callous on their hands?

THOSE PEOPLE

Be cruel, ruthless, cold

Just tell me you're not one of those

But have you ever shared a meal with them?

Had a beer, or a viognier, a good rosé

A hard seltzer, er, whatever?

If you're one of those people

Have you ever heard them say what you say they say?

Or was it some bow-tied bitch getting rich on our divisions, pitting them in an infinite battle?

And we all play along to the oldest con running

We ping and we pong but who's holding the paddle?

Cuz the trade don't break if we keep re-upping

We are all snowflakes and the summer's coming

Your brother, your mother, your sister and son

Get 'em back before you become another of

THOSE PEOPLE

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Isolated?

Incomplete?

Like we're just living to serve the systems that were built to serve us?

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You are Lucy with the ball

Sunday morning, cricket nerves

The steady hum of every urge

I'd ignore them all and leave this room

But fear's on the menu and it's all consuming

Ashwagandha, Ultra Gold

Ancient power, so I'm told

Soon a warrior will be exhumed

Fear's on the run and I'm the hunter

Click, Boom

We used to see him on the track, baby

Circle girls like a vulture

Slow your roll and run it back, baby

Tell 'em you ain't gotta love 'em just to fuck 'em

Boy, we're gonna make a man of you yet

Monday morning, muted tones

Life in boxes, stunted growths

But on my screen I see it in full bloom

Trials in the wild, putting flags on the moon

But I got strength in these packages

Briefs to max bulge, pills to build muscle and skills to will love

It's all in the way you play it, man, the game's no sum

Winner or you're dinner, better run boy, run boy, run

We used to see him on the track, baby

Circle girls like a vulture

I guess the boys wanted a laugh, baby

Said "Jamie's waiting in the shower"

Stripped him down, hit him with freezing water

We only meant to make a man out of him

It was the making of a monster

Tuesday morning, cricket nerves

Feel the urges, pick the worst

Soon a warrior will be exhumed

Love on the run and I'm the hunter

Click, Boom

You were always around

If there was somebody down

And looking hungry for love

Grow an ache to a growl

Put their pain on the prowl

And nudge 'em into the mud

Speak to the ref, pleading peace

But steady peddling grief to keep the temperature up

Doving with the left, with the right hand covered in blood

Oooh, you were a fun one at the bar talking all we'd do

But I've been tearing my hair out, flaring my pockets

Since the bill came through

And I let no one, I mean nobody treat me that way but you

GASLIGHTER

You started coming around

Cuz you were breaking some ground

And couldn't go it alone

Big talk, big vision

And we are in it and giving our whole soul to the growth

Of our little baby, tithe with our life savings

Stretched to the nth, facing the ledge, you say we're failing the hope

Crying at the scene like the bodies fell on their own

Oooh, you were a fun one at the start when it all was new

But now I'm tearing my hair out, flaring my pockets

Now the bill is due

And I let no one, I mean nobody treat me that way, so fuck you

GASLIGHTER

I got your number

He's got your number

She's got your number

We got your number, baby

And now they got your number now, too

I saw you standing at the crossroads with the archtop and those hardened eyes

Looking out for the next little town, now set it on fire

Petty crackers making faces, glaring at your greatness

Pay them no mind

'Rica, you're mine

Little tins in the kitchen only half-filled from the ration line

No sugar, no butter, I mutter, you pull me outside

Saying that with every peach that we eat from the victory garden one more Nazi dies

'Rica, you're mine

I saw you dropping beads from the Bourbon Orleans

Singing, I will make you love me with just one kiss

Molotovs on the East Lawn, 'Rica, hold on cuz they breached the line

Beat a soldier with the flag he swore an oath to and streamed it online

Petty crackers on the dais and the highest places

Pay them no mind

'Rica, you're mine

Eating peaches in the deep South, we turn out but the heat is high

And law and order won't allow us water while standing in line

Petty crackers on the dais and high places

Where they have been all this time

'Rica, you're mine

I will make you love me with just one kiss

But is that all there is?

I want to say you're mine

Same time don't want to claim you

For everything that's known that famed you

It done stained you

We gotta carry around this façade just to maintain you

My people only here to workhorse and entertain you

It's plain you keep the best parts of this for yourself

You're parceling out the wealth, still profiting off the welts off our back

Living fat off the Henriettas we lack

Steady sucking us dry, we steady paying your tax

I understand that you hate that I'm Black

I'm also wise enough to know that the truth is, you hate that you're not

Sorry to spit in the face of your plot

But as I jot, I'd be remiss if I didn't tell you I know why I exist

And through all this bullshit, we persist

Yet through every altercation with the cops that you said I resist

I think I'm tired of raising my fist

I think I'm done with the march

Matter of fact, I think I'll pass on the kiss

We always end up at the crossroads, fault lines in our compromise

And we break in the same old tribes

And wage this same old fight

But yo

'Rica you're mine

But a thought could stop a sensitive heart, so now I'm thinking it over

Up with the sun, way above any shade you can throw at me

Womp, womp, womp

Cry about it kids

Y'all are itty-bitty fish, I'm a meg

But the Don is a decent chap, here's a victory lap

Picking at my dinner cuz I'm wrapt in the singing of the Killdeer ringing in the New Year

Fit for the winter, but the chill ain't coming

Changing Nature makes her case for shaking off her wayward son

And the jaybird hums, you would beg for the shade this close to the sun

And the meg got bumped by his cousin, humbling

Nothing in the background, nothing holds the center

Holy roamer, rolling over lowly man

I AM THE WEATHER!

But a thought could stop a sensitive heart, so now I'm thinking it over

I was formed in the optimum conditions

Free of need and all quaint human tradition

No sturdy trees to curb our speed, just plains of pavement

Ain't it convenient?

I was formed in the great late-stage experiment

A quiet storm with a lazy rage within it

Insatiable and indifferent, and it's spinning hither for you

You think you found the riddle hidden in the scripture?

You're just another kitten sniffing through the litter

I AM THE WEATHER!

But a thought could stop a sensitive heart, so now I'm thinking it over

Got a memory like a newborn baby

So, tell me how I feel this old

Tell me there is something bigger than this

Tell me without limp-dick shibboleth, ‘til then find me

Riding on the outskirts, restless and untethered

I'm your lover, I'm your father, I'm your friend

I AM THE WEATHER!

But a thought could stop a sensitive heart, so now I'm thinking it over

Golden Age, Dark Age

Beautiful cool day in July, bit of a breeze rattles the blinds

Jamie wakes up in a strange apartment

Slumbering angel on her right, letting the shame well up inside

Don't take the bait, no, Jamie, shake it off

Studies the body on her right, it mimics the friction in her mind

Bent and heavy, silky soft and scarred up

Horny and grossed-out at one time

She lifts the window, raises the blinds

All this heat she felt inside, fills the streets and comes alive

The burning diesel and the legal marijuana

Preacher screaming at the teen girls holding hands

Give 'em the finger, walk on by

Someday I'll hold my head that high

But this life's a lot for a head to stand

Golden Age, Dark Age

We have all been ingrained with the make of a saint

But we're gluttons for the pain and the pleasure

If I harvest your heart in a diamond mine, will you tie me up with Syrian leather?

So break out tonight

Break out, oh sure

But baby tell me that we'll do it together

The going gets heavy, the blood pumps hard

We are vessels, we are vessels

In this body politic

Beautiful cool day in July, could be the last one of our lives

Jamie wades into an endless summer

Hoping the moment has arrived where we unite and turn the tide

And puzzles on the last call with her mother

Who was grieving the lost heels of a lady candy

And a past back when a snack could be snack

She only hopes if Mom came back they'd have a laugh and face the facts

You bake the bread and you wake some rats

Shake it off and remember that

We have all been ingrained with the make of a saint

But we're gluttons for the pain and the pleasure

I harvest your heart in a diamond mine

And you tie me up with Syrian leather

So, break out tonight

Break out, oh sure

But did you notice that we're tangled together?

A fire abroad rages, our skies grow dark

No one's special, we're just vessels

In this body politic

Golden Age, Dark Age

We have all been ingrained with the make of a saint

But we're gluttons for the pain and the pleasure

A fire abroad rages, the sky grows dark

No one's getting out of sharing the weather

So break out tonight

Break out, what for?

We go nowhere if we don't go together

The going gets heavy, the blood pumps hard

We are vessels, we are vessels

In this body politic

I pace this beach, I trace these waters

Wake with the dawn, watch as it darkens

The sun, the sand, the wind, the waves

And my simmering contempt of the human race

They trash their cabins, ask dumb questions

Stare at their phones, and the phone gives directions

Then they leave and it's me, this peace, this space

And my simmering contempt of the human race

Satre said that “Hell is in others”

And Jamie said “We missed you in town”

Freddy said “A free man is a warrior”

So, Jamie knows that I'll just double down

I will just double down 'til she stops it

I paid my dues, I raised two daughters

Married one off, and buried their mother

I played my hand, I owned that pain

I hoped every hope, then I rolled with the changes

Now change and me, we need some distance

Out with the light, I'm raising the bridges

To free my thoughts and feed my brain

And my simmering contempt of the human race

Artie said “Great men are like eagles

We make a nest in the lofty and lone”

Jamie said “These men sound like divas

But, no offense, I'm just channeling Mom

If it were me, I'd say great, you are free, but for some that is such a jump ball

And then he will just double down, you will just double down

But just don't

Don't put out the light, Dad

It may look a mess, but it's still worth the fight

And these kids, yeah these kids they're alright, Dad

Maybe it'd be nice if we could see you sometime

So just don't

Don't put out the light, Dad

Don't put out the light”

In the shadow of the tower of Babel, let our binding ties unravel

Anger travels faster than the truth

In the shadow of the tower of Babel, let our binding ties unravel

But the signal's hitting so clear here that

I used to love you, now I don't have the words

B-L-R

In the shadow of the tower of Babel, let our binding ties unravel

We fracture, battle and scatter back for

The shadows of the tower of Babel, let our binding ties unravel

But the signal's hitting so clear here that

I used to love you now I don't have the words

B-L-R

Used to be cool but we no sprechen no more

R-M-B-L-R

I used to love you now I don't have uh, donut hole, doh-na-no, nah-nah-nah-nah-no

U-N-S-C-R-M-B-L-R

You don't even speak to me now

Talk is all jargon

Mock without walking a block in one another's route

Maybe we're the media now?

Thoughts are all sponsored

Partisan, armored, blocking one another out

You don't even speak to me now

Talk is all jargon

Mock without walking a block in one another's route

Maybe we're the media now?

Thoughts are all sponsored

Partisan, armored, blocking one another out

We catch the signal from the station, feeling it buzzing in our teeth

We let it taint our conversation while we pray for our release

Amen, Amen

If you're not a believer, well, me neither, but we all get the intent

We can escape annihilation if we straighten out our speech

Cuz every struggle needs a hero and the theory is that maybe you and me

Could be the unscramblers

U-N-S-C-R-M-B-L-R

And their lips cry out to God, but their eyes, their eyes, they were looking at YOU

Carry the water

We're the rising tide, we're the new regime

If we keep the fight alive, and take the price in pieces

Carry the water

It's the golden moment, take a breath and hold it

Take a photo, post it, just don't blow it

Are we the last of our name?

The garden, larder looted, leveled to ash when we came

Razed by these cosplay cowboys fixing to blast with no aim

Mama told 'em they were chosen

That's a road you walk alone, kid

Fixing to blast with no aim

These gloomy, truthy, sleuthers fitting the facts to their claim

Stuck the kids with the clean up

We come up wondering if we're the last of our name

Don't it all seem odd when their lips say God with those eyeballs looking at YOU

Carry the water

It's the golden moment, take a toke and hold it

Then get the yoke back onto your shoulders and keep rolling

Are we the last of our name?

These fragile maverick, anger addicts wrapt in their pain

Thin-skinned, itchy-trigger-finger bitches fixing to blast with no aim

Willing to blast with no aim

Cheney in hall of the Pentagon fixing the facts to his claim

Stuck the kids with the bill and the ill will

Are we the last of our name?

Don't it all seem odd, our lips say God, when all we want is a world where

All kids start as equals

Dream big, taste some rainbows

On the comfort of their mother's front stoop, with nothing to harm her

Can you imagine?

The earth two ticks less vengeful

It's so near, it's right here in front of you

And everybody's got their money on you to carry the water

Carry the water