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So Cal . . .So Cool
02:40
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I am inland air tainted with smog
From a land where once arid brush
Through the alchemy of technology
has transformed into golden artificial abundance
Now devoured by relentless
Development of the tacky little boxes
made by Lewis and their clan
I am driving in and out (at least an hour each way)
on endless freeways
that lead to a beach bonfire at dusk
Where the faint scent of peroxide mingles
with valley girl twang “fur shure dude” . . .
I am a Dodger dog
being digested by the disappointment
Of another title-less season
in the center field bleachers
Of a stolen Elysian field
One of twenty four million insignificant locusts
Adrift in a sea of plastic that defines
the aesthetics of this place
yet we don’t mind one bit because we find solace
In the warmth embrace of a year round sun
and are distracted by the illusions
that come to fruition in this faulty space
I am the suburbs, a fortified buttress
Designed To defend the strata of class
Where freedom is defined by consumption
in this artificial state
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2. |
Sunshine or Noir?
04:30
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Standing on the ruins
Of an alternative future
In the shadow the creosote and burro brush
And occasional yucca tree
I can feel the Earth Move Under My Feet
Suburban wave crests and breaks
In a relentless approach
Ready to encroach
And engulf all inside
I can feel the Earth Move Under My Feet
Surrounded by groves upon arrival
Land redacted and reshaped
Playing in the skeletal frames
As instant community takes shape
I can feel the Earth Move Under My Feet
City as commodity
Surface as exchange
Artificial Industry
Perusing a fever dream
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3. |
Power Lines
02:20
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Streets marks strata
Strata makes class
Class makes lines
Meant to last
Street and Address
Will define
Where you live
Within the lines
North is rich
South is poor
Wealth resides
along the shore
Lines run through us
And divides
Opaque yet transparent
You can’t run or hide
When Lines are Centralized
Power becomes Militarized
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4. |
Homegrown Revolution
02:56
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There was no apocalypse
or encounter of a third kind
In fact not a single person
had even died
Shops were still open
And pollution no worse
than in any other part
of this cursed
Smog-choked Valley 4x
You see life in Los Angeles
Where equality is valued
Through property
of single-family homes
Self worth is appraised
Through designation
Of the tract you occupy
What would make a
NIMBY revolt?
Anger and outrage
is channeled
through relentless defense
of the distance between
A white picket fence
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5. |
Fortress Upland
02:24
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From careful lawns
sprout signs that warn
Of trespass and harm
In our sweet suburban home
Where Personal insulation
Creates transmutation
The defense
of this place
Has created divided space
In the master plan
income equals access
and Security creates demand
Welcome to Fortress Upland
Our sweet Suburban home
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6. |
Hammer and the Rock
02:16
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When the jack booted
commandoes storm
Chalk another
victory for the norm
We fight wars
we love to lose
So we can
Fund the blue
I can hear
The choir
Of fear
The establishment
is made of scowling faces
by your incredulous neighbors
Who hide behind tract barriers
And Echo the great Nay-sayers
For Every Red Hat Boomer
And Becky who unite
To condemns
those out of sight
and mind
They declare
These people
Need a teacher
Or a preacher
Or be put away
To be reformed
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7. |
Confession
01:44
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Dear father
I must confess
The religion
And beliefs
you tried to
Stress
Never once did
Impress
Even though
You made me
And bow down
In ritual force
to Absorb guilt
And learn
to appease
Your
repeated dogma
Your
murmured prayer
Your
stupid customs
I learned
not to care
Sunday battle
For heart and mind
gnostic tension
Freed my mind
Your poisons
From toxic thoughts
Has been left
Far behind
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8. |
Junkyard of Dreams
01:48
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As you travel east
Towards San Berdo’
Traversing the I-10
windows are sealed tight
to protect from smog and dust
And any incidental
Contact with the Empire
lemon groves
Once Heated
by Schue’s pot
Have given way
To an endless sea
Of Bedroom dreams
The stones
Thrown out by
Joat’s demise
Mask her
Unheard cries
geological and
social detritus
Makes a land
Of trespass
Once scarred
by blasting furnace
is now both
junkyard and utopia
Of the California dream
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9. |
Counter Argument #4
02:10
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“Instead of cities of light soaring toward heaven, much of the twenty-first-century urban world squats in squalor, surrounded by pollution, excrement, and decay.”
-Mike Davis
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The Uncivil Society Seattle, Washington
I do, because I love to do it. I understand that I am a hack musician, a terrible vocalist and a sloppy graphic artist. I don’t care about achieving perfection, because I am happiest while being engaged in the exalted messiness of my creative process. I don’t worry about capturing the perfect take. I am satisfied by the pure joy I derive from expressing myself without filter or restraint. ... more
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