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In Flight
01:26
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come you flyboys and flygirls,
and fly-other-folk
come you soldiers, the green and the old
come you rebels and droids
and all those employed
resisting the first order’s hold
our enemy’s fearsome,
they want us afraid
that fear and that hate’s where they dwell
so summon a grin
and you’re already winning
to love is an act of rebellion
so let’s fly
and find things to love, what else were we made for?
oh that’s why
we can keep looking up, in the face of such horror
though parsecs may part us
we know light from dark, yes
though lasers may fire, we won’t flee
and when new villains rise
we will take to the skies
yeah, new tyrants will rise, so will we!
and we’ll fly
break the bounds of the ground, and laugh and burn brighter
oh that’s why
and it’s part of the fight: to remember you’re more than a fighter
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oh an undead army of the women you’ve fridged
are gonna come for you
all the wives and the girlfriends, the sisters and kids,
they’re gonna come for you
bar your door, say your prayers,
cross your fingers someone up there cares
for your lazy ass writing that you thought was so deep,
they’re gonna come for you
just a legion of ladies with a promise to keep,
they’re gonna come for you
they’ll avenge all your crimes,
if you’re lucky your death will advance a plot line
when fictional women whose lives you destroyed
come for you
for that shocking finale, well you’ll be shocked boy,
when they come for you
hear their growls, hear their laughter,
well i thought dark and edgy was what you were after…
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Losing the Culture War
02:22
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you’re losing the culture war
and each day you lose more
as you rail against all these millenials:
their movements and selfies and preference for rental
look back on the past decades and get sentimental
“things were simpler then
…for some straight white cis men”
you’re losing the culture war
with each group you ignore
as you cling steadfast to your hate,
dismissing the bulk of the whole human race,
and cut yourself off from compassion and grace
you’ll die scared and confused,
clutching stupid-ass views
for this world—oh, this world!—will slip from your grasp
though i fear your last gasps
cause the death throes are gonna be rough
doing real damage with every dumb bluff
and targeting those who have suffered enough
you’ll go out with a bang,
but go out all the same
and i sincerely can’t wait
though i can’t dodge fate
we’re all finite, nobody is spared
so may i survive til i’m hopelessly square
but keep ranks with those of the old folks who dare
to stay open and true,
so i won’t die a dickbag like you
la la la la la la la la la la
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Midnight Florist
01:45
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oh the countdown clock is ticking
but there could yet be a way to slip in under the wire
and when you’re clinging by your teeth
the fall starts almost beckoning but i’m still aiming higher
you got me searchin for a midnight florist
it’s a long shot for a short con but i am hanging on
a hail mary, game ender
or a prayer that gets returned to sender, won’t be long
when the god in the machine is nowhere to be seen
last ditch strategy: plan y then plan z
i’m down to hoping for a midnight florist
running back to paper over all the cracks inside the verse
and the angels of my better nature
wanna have some words but they’ll have to find me first
and you got me gunning for that midnight florist
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so stop me if you’ve heard this one, cause maybe you have heard this one
and honest, it’s absurd but someday i still think we’ll figure it out
what shit’s all about
like every single birthday, in the back of my mind still i say,
“well, this could be the year where you get tough, get smart, and learn to read maps"
—like that’s gonna happen
but maybe if i was a little less mean to myself
might have more time for everything else
and it would be win-win
hey is it kind of messed up that the times i feel the best about my country
all got nothing to do with the state of the state
no, it’s my friends and the lakes
we’re lonely or we’re unemployed, but if we stared into that void
we’d probably go mad, so there’s no shame in sometimes seeking reprieve
when that’s what you need
so maybe just take a deep breath and go for a walk
remember, if you want to talk
we drag each other back up
and there’s just no profundity in saying “we’re all fucked”, you see
in my experience, y'know, those simple answers never are right
and that’s my golden light
it’s not that i’m starry eyed, i only like the sunny side
when everyone involved can admit there’s dark in shocking amounts
and that’s why sunny counts
and maybe it’s not a question of evil or good
do what you must and then do what you should
and keep the shoreline in sight
so stop me if you’ve heard this one,
i’m thinking you have heard this one
we struggle for the words but someday i still think we’ll figure it out
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