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Am I just faking everything just to show myself as some other’s dream?
I don’t mean love but shallow culture’s dreams tell me “live like this” but that’s killing me.
Put on faces will one mask stick and I’ll soon be broken torn at the seams.
Breaking down, woah just for the moment but is it deeper, not just a meme?
Try to feign what, oh what I think, that these people will want from me?
Am I drowning outside myself or am I just protecting the real me?
No more drinking I’m through pretending I hate myself cause I’m not that green,
It’s not that simple just what I need right now is someone who’s already me.
No more friction with what I can’t change, just float on forward don’t part the sea.
Life could change if we recognize that that world we live in could still be free.
See that this world is shallow, wonder if, I’m becoming a part of it all?
Say you care but don’t ask how I’m feeling and I still complain but don’t try to reveal it.
Sometimes feel I’m floating through this life without a goal,
Got to find a way to feed my mind and feed my soul.
Fake it all for money for a dream we’ve all been told,
Happiness eludes us and this lie will take its toll.
Hold me in your cubicle to watch your profits grow,
Waste our minds our passions till we’ve nothing left to show.
Life is good I’m just feeling down oh and sometimes, can change everything there’s no telling,
Feeling is something that’s more than a word so don’t be scared, when these feelings are overwhelming.
Melancholy but somehow high above the ground, and soon we’ll be buying what you’re selling.
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Onward
01:49
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Fading slowly
Old direction
Trying to find yourself
Your new way
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Seasonal Depression
03:55
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Come on over, ya know I’ve got my head in the clouds.
Still repressing, everything that’s gotten me down,
Cause I ain’t got time for that,
Like Smokey, hide behind the tears of a clown,
I’m feeling something is wrong, or is that just the cold?
That’s got me
Still crying, thinking bout how we put her down,
Or all the people, I knew before they went in the ground,
Feels so trivial.
Write a post, go back home and make all the rounds,
Go through the motions again.
When, will this feeling end?
I hope it’s seasonal.
Felt just one step away,
Now it’s not reachable.
How can we live when our world’s so material, but we could use some ethereal, to start all over again?
Can explain it, I’m feeling like I’m losing myself,
And if I’m happy, is it just an act for my health?
Overthinking now.
And then it’s over, another morning start off anew,
It’s like we’re living a game;
It’s getting old but got to keep going.
When, will this feeling end?
I hope it’s seasonal.
Felt just one step away,
Now it’s not reachable.
How can we live when our world’s so material, but we could use some ethereal, to start all over again?
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Reggie Bowl
01:09
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I see you coming my way
Just try to chill and play it cool
Already made up your mind.
It’s time to play another fool
She’s got another
I saw it with my own eyes
She’s got another
I thought I was something new
They tried to warn me
Truth is don’t really care
They tried to warn me
The truth is I already knew
Ain’t go no time for fun and games
“Don’t mean she aint running one herself”
Insecurity run through our heads no, it’s not her fault
Just that social engineering, we all fuck around, round in circles
So keep on pulling on those strings
Don’t let nobody tell you chill
Go be whoever you would be
You’ve just got one life no standing still
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Stuck in this limbo of life (find our way)
How can we grow when surrounded by hate
Redline out your ignorance, privilege your stay
Don’t try to tell me who belongs it’s not your fate
How could we ever be sure?
That is wasn’t a game?
That there’d be a home we could find.
Caged in by the world around and when we try
To subvert the old ways, we become stigmatized
Stuck in this limbo of life (find our way)
How can we grow when surrounded by hate
Redline out your ignorance, privilege your stay
Don’t try to tell me who belongs it’s not your fate
And politicians, waste away and only decide what should come of our fate
When their own interests’ in mind
It’s high time that we change this world around for us all
So tired of living this way- Stuck within archaic lines
“Where did ya come from?” Go and ask the same of yourself
And it is really the same, when we’re all on stolen.
So tired of a world that tells our true selves to hide
And few still profit of all, and demonize all who don’t stand
Got no more feelings inside, just our heads
Came here to find a new life, still face threats
Trying to find a better place, but caught in this web
If half these people had their way we’d all be dead
Stuck in this limbo of life (find our way)
How can we grow when surrounded by hate
Redline out your ignorance, privilege your stay
Don’t try to tell me who belongs it’s not your fate
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Maximizing Profits
00:43
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Tem que correr, tem que suar, tem que malhar (vamos lá!)
Musculação, respiração, ar no pulmão (vamos lá!)
Tem que esticar, tem que dobrar, tem que encaixar (vamos lá!)
Um, dois e três; é sem parar, mais uma vez
Quem não se endireitar não tem lugar ao sol
(Domingo é dia)
De ti-ti-ti a mais e de bumbum pra trás
(Verão chegando)
Quem não se endireitar não tem lugar ao sol
(Domingo é dia)
De ti-ti-ti a mais e de bumbum pra trás
Vem, vem brilhar mais
Ser uma estrela sobre o Sol
Estrelar mais
Ser mais brilhante do que o Sol
Se mostrar mais
Se Deus no céu na terra eu
Encantar mais
Ser tudo puro de ar
Tem que correr, tem que suar, tem que malhar (vamos lá!)
Musculação, respiração, ar no pulmão (vamos lá!)
Tem que esticar, tem que dobrar, tem que encaixar (vamos lá!)
Um, dois e três; é sem parar, mais uma vez
Quem não se endireitar não tem lugar ao sol
(Domingo é dia)
De ti-ti-ti a mais e de bumbum pra trás
(Verão chegando)
Quem não se endireitar não tem lugar ao sol
(Domingo é dia)
De ti-ti-ti a mais e de bumbum pra trás
Vem, vem brilhar mais
Ser uma estrela sobre o Sol
Estrelar mais
Ser mais brilhante do que o Sol
Se mostrar mais
Se Deus no céu na terra eu
Encantar mais
Ser tudo por um dia
Tem que correr
Tem que malhar
Musculação, respiração
Tem que esticar
Tem que encaixar
Um, dois e três; é sem parar
Tem que correr
Tem que suar
Musculação
Ar no pulmão
Tem que esticar
Tem que dobrar
Um, dois e três
Mais uma vez
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Home Depot Anthem
01:34
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Come on down to Home Depot
We extract raw materials with our bare hands and build toilet seats, sinks, plumbing equipment, yeah we’re men, we’re tough, we’re masculine, yeah we like to build shit!
Come on down, we’re men, we also love cars, we love classic rock, sexism, treating people like shit and repressing our childhood trauma, yaa
Come on down to posturing, overcompensation, repressing homosexuality through homophobia
We love guns! We love country music! We love fucking our cousins! We love fucking our cars!
We love bullshit, ya!
Come on down to fake patriotism, if you kneel for the flag you’re not welcome here, our ancestors didn’t come from Europe or anything, what?
We also love the police cause we love power tripping, we’re afraid of people infringing on our already incredible amount of privilege, we’re scared of other people having as much privilege as us.
You can’t have our advantages we just wanna keep thumping our bibles, fucking our cousins, supporting imperialist foreign policy, sexism, racism, homophobia, transphobia, repressing (oppressing) folks
All we fucking care about are profits, ya money money money! Cars, masculinity, yeah!
We’re scared of women in charge, we’re scared of POC, we’re scared of diversity, we’re scared of reality
Don’t say you’re a man if you haven’t loved your car, and I mean you gotta fuck your car, we’re men we fuck our cars and play classic rock!
We love patriotism, we love imperialism, we love going to other countries taking their resources implementing (installing) governments who support our economic interests we don’t give a fuck. We’re just entitled stupid fucking pieces of shit, yeah!
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Balkanist Discourse Chicago, Illinois
Yo! I'm Hera Jackson - Trans (she/her), queer, making fried and unique music influenced by a variety of styles.
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