by Strangers

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Recorded, etc. in 2013 by Kris


released May 24, 2013




Strangers Chicago, Illinois

Jim, Joey, Kris, Ralph

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Track Name: Games Again
Blind trust, the fawning nation ignores these fucking games again. Con/Contrast. Another American father and son lie dead.
Track Name: Futuresight
New Year's Eve, Martin was such a riot. Julie said we're condemned to die. Condemned to die? (Won't lie, new diet) Throat torn raw screaming, "End is nigh.” I've got plans, big plans. Tears seep through hands. Mary moved to Portland, (composts, gardens) joined a co-op in July. Doug's still hanging from the ceiling. Left a note, "The end is nigh." Had plans, big plans. Rain tears through hands. Flash forward, few months pass. After dinner, sated, tired. "What were we thinking?" Start mixing paper, plastic, glass. Things piss and shit with children near. Wake up screaming, it's not coming. It's not coming? The future's here.
Track Name: Product Placement
Caught up in adolescent phases. Crazed to play in snot and sweat Smile and deny a hand in the prank you're destined to abet. Held below the surface while you're scrubbed above and under and then left alone to wonder fifteen or fifteen hundred? Mass consumed, the product placed. A million homes unite and pray to the champion of the very urges they've been bought and sold to tame. Voice of a generation courting ears so plugged up they won't hear it. In truth, more interested in nursing drinks than in your particularly thought-provoking lyrics. Fifteen minute resistance. A life of submission. And one million homes with trash cans full of self-important, vapid fucking bullshit.
Track Name: Apolitical
Track Name: Undeniable Ease
Another employee suggestion box left fat and ignored until its annual burning by the executive board. Sucker, guess who got caught daydreaming again. Sucker, you'd trade all for just more padding in the pen. You sucker, you've done your best to appease. Still surprised that you're ignored with undeniable ease? You'd lead the mob if only you got consent to be unchained from desk. Drool. Cheer and lament death in the same fucking breath. Sucker, guess who got caught with their pants down again. Sucker, the extent of dissent's still dribbling down your dick. You sucker, you've done your best to appease. Still surprised that you're ignored with undeniable ease? Fifteen minute lunch break spent calling your boss a jerk. And when it's over, you'll wash and rinse and get right back to work.