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I don't care if you don't care

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1.
Terror in the folds 03:01
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Shapeless terror in the folds Captivating melodies Breathlessly unravel into Textures of discord It pulls me close Into a private apocalypse of dust It pulls me close To tapestries of peeling paint and arterial rust The language of development rips me to shreds Renovation twists the knife in histories condemned It pulls me close To issue termite-riddled prophecies Tissue and bone Beneath the whitewashed siding of the house How do we forget? The language of development rips us to shreds
2.
Arrotz herri otso herri 02:36
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A stranger in the north Of questionable worth A lonely pack of wolves No shade no complex hues Never saw color come through Never saw hate making roots I may be party to the slaughter But i'm trying hard to build something better You've aged fermented hate to bitter ink You drink yourselves to death on Euskadi Roma are starving in your streets North Africans are dealing in your streets Americans are sleeping on your streets You tell me they want it that way You tell me they've got in coming You are the force of the hate You are the pack of wolves Your nationalism's suicide Your nationalism's murder
3.
I do not exist 01:56
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How could I animate myself Beneath a bloodstained sheet Among a people doomed to terminate In disbelief? The vowels I sound in empty space The chaos of the aether The paradox of pitch The dignity of chance Every word I write is a sapling in bloom Forging wiry roots Under a sun burning brightly for one season Before its promises are sealed in black ice I do not exist
4.
Bind and blossom 03:20
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What makes an idea beautiful Is not who thought it first Is not who said it loudest Is not the secrets it unravels Is not the side it verifies Is not the colors of its flag Is not the weight of its convictions We can't afford to make nations of ideas We can't afford to subdivide and quantify What makes an idea beautiful Is the confusion of potential Is the struggle for vitality Is smashing it up and giving the pieces away Is the ugliness of fixation, Of patterns and cycles and certainty What makes an idea beautiful Is having one, and knowing it And planting it in the tall grass And watching it splinter and spread And bind and blossom And freeze and grow over And uncoil and burrow and fuckin' fight What is there to hope for If the mortar gets too strong If the towers never fall When the silt's too thick to drink? If we always know what's coming Nothing's worth the wait If we see how it ends How can we pose a threat? If we see how it ends What comes after that? No blessings No rest
5.
Generally speaking 03:43
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New memory is wrought From histories forethought and Time is curved to meet at points We faithfully forgot Somewhere someone wants to see the proof War's tragedies unspun They saddle up the guns Medals rusted in retreat Made luminous by fresh conceit Bombs are falling right through peoples' roofs Our emperor is pleased And polishes decrees A solitary battle cry Resounds infinitely Generally speaking we've won Generally speaking it was worth it Deny it, forget it, file it away
6.
Cross the destroyer 01:44
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Jesus christ Harbinger of bigotry Rotting on a cross for the righteous Christ church Malevolent ministry Preying on the weak and their wallets Organized hatred in the name of the father Visionary armies poison hearts in the shadow of The cross, the crutch, the rapture, the passion Jesus christ Harbinger of bigotry Sanctify the homophobe, sanctify the patriarch Christ church Reaping endless bounty Selling tickets to a public execution of the damned Organized hatred in the name of the father Children cower weakly in the parasitic shadow of The cross, the crutch Fuck spiritual salvation Envision the cross in ruins and people reborn
7.
On shadowy shores 02:29
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On shadowy shores At the foot of a fortress That shuddered its curses and Tangled the lattice A hope that could poison an ocean Unmended old plagues and Pretended new storms We feel for somewhere else But we're all standing here There is no common pulse It's bullshit poetry We could walk for miles We feel for colorful But we won't bleed for it We're afraid to sing off key But no one's listening The drama is flawless The movement's well-staged All six billion heroes Play it viciously straight Maybe something would give If we climbed the dead trees And made paint from pitch In the swamps by the seas
8.
The well 03:47
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Finally, by touch Finely, by touch A body learned to feel by being felt And grappled with the blight of rigid shells The died to reconstruct a homemade self / orchestrate geographies of warmth The sex that was is null, cannot suffice We pantomime desire to suffer twice The fix, the fucking fixes it But nothing fucking wished for Like the wholeness of a guiltless gender Boy? The well is deep I drink I sleep And soak If I had a thousand lives I'd cut all my bloodlines And nothing that's written Could take me down with it No basement incisions No clinical visions If I could survive it I'd swim to the bottom of The well that I came from And uncover the spring I'd learn to breathe there and I'd be in no place
9.
River of bones 03:19
10.
So open song 02:13

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released April 6, 2006

guitars/vox - bryan
bass - dave
drums - nick

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scraps from scraps / 2005 onward

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