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State of the Union

from Land of the Lotus Eaters by Hermitofthewoods

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Hermitofthewoods - It’s all Molotov volatile. Bottle broke and soaked the rubble. Tunnels in the jungle, smoke, trouble chokes folks til they mumble through bubbles. Huddled masses yearn to breathe free. Believe me, it’s not easy – Less Dorothy, more Adebisi. Police are getting greasy, seeing streets like a pistol range. Victim’s names tagged on bricks with blood stains. The Game flashes on a few screens and then it vanishes. People buy whatever they want and the thought’s abandoned as the plots along the blocks where my city should be planted. There’s a method to the madness but we pass it off as random. Dancing in the dark, singing party anthems, while The Boss writes blue collar music lampin in his mansion. The cops are smashing windows and arresting who they want to. Anyone says anything, they’re probably a goner. We’ve seen a lot of judges go on and lose their honour over mandatory minimums for smoking marijuana. And we’re actually asking if Alaska is an island. If the length of her skirt is a reason to get violent. If the colour of his skin is the way we should define him. If believing something different nullifies the need for science. Defiance will divide the sides while lives are being squandered. Wander through the wilderness denying we’ve been conquered. Onward, juggernaut stubborn, chaos is mundane. Laws are embedded in the brain so everything remains the same. It’s a shame that it had to come to this - That a difference of opinion led to bruised and bloody fists, ego trips, and inclusion by comparison. Racism and hating women are capital A American. It’s embarrassing, the virtues some choose to rule their views. Dazed and confused in the house where they were raised and abused. I’m amazed by the lack of hesitation. The State still has no business in the bedrooms of the nation. It’s a class war behind a bullet-proof glass door. Sucker punch strategists and trickle-down tax laws. Slack jawed, toss a hammer in the hornet’s nest. Bring the sun down upon the west. Oh yes, the manifest destiny we were taught to see is rotten with hypocrisy and often just a mockery. Remix old philosophy and make it hot. Sell it all again until we’ve given all we’ve got. We talk a lot, now it’s time for some action. It seems drastic given the general level of satisfaction. But it’s magic, and the illusions have all been ruined. We need to see the truth and that’s the State of the Union.

EMC - The days just starting, sun’s receding. I’m still awake, the machine ain’t sleeping. Rhyme for reason beefing with the leader of the beavers, think he’s trying to please the eagle, trade agreements, don’t believe him. Think he’s scheming, global village pillage villains cheerleading. Trust isn’t a coupon – you can’t redeem it. Things ain’t even Steven, hope you get defeated, needing more than a vote when the choice is the lesser evil. Kyoto a no go, ozone’s depleting, oust our leader on behalf of our species. He’s got republican features; I got rumbling speakers - furious like the 5 with boogie down teachings. In a Who’s who hinterland, endangered Canadian habitat, make a stand, way of life, change of plan. So much to say: where the voices at? Only change on the radio waves – Nickelback. My hope for brighter days just some ultra violet rays. Send budget to the barber while Harper gets a raise. Sell us down the river, sold the water to bidders and the contract for the ships at an APEC dinner. Send out the chopper to pick up Peter Mckay. Help those rich people with the taxes paid. Those winos on welfare looking so ugly while the subsidised wealthy are sipping there bubbly. To whom its concerning, the woods are still burning, so learn the diversions, ad bust them, subvert them. Serving these vermin a verdict with Hermit, the voice of the voiceless makes them nervous. Try to speak with hope and purpose - soundtrack to this fucking circus. Can we change it? Are we losing badly? What’s the cost in the grand finale? Will we stand and rally, through peaks and valleys, til we write our own maps like Rand McNally? Raise your voice up, fill the sky. After the darkest night the sun will rise. Change must come from all our lives. This ain’t a feel good album made to dance and grind. Cause I was starting to feel, they treat us like seals, being clubbed to death - reclaim the wheels of steel. Don’t just march to your own beat, put it in riot gear. Long commute to justice, increasing times of fear. I fear we’re all doomed sometimes. Nothing left to do turn up the volume on the active movements of mass inclusion, that map a future of vast improvement cause these bastard humans are attacking our future, and that’s the state of the union.

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from Land of the Lotus Eaters, released May 14, 2013
Featuring EMC on vocals

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