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Going to work every day, while the government massacres people around the globe, raises the surreal spectacle of our consumerized complicity. All the beauty I see shimmers over a dark landscape, hidden by a barrage of media lies exploding in our brains every minute. The answer still boils down below, billions of voices that call out like these guitars, that beat endlessly like these drums, striving to rid the world of the wealthy parasites, and to build a world of beautiful realized potentials. |
Credits: Composed by John Firk Richards. Akai DPS16 recording. |
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PALACE GARDEN
Woke up in the Palace Garden
Friends and flowers all around
Distant voices call my name
Put my ear to the ground
THE WORLD IS A GHETTO, STILL A GHETTO.
Staring at the ocean sparkles
Gold and blue inside of me
Surface hides the cold and danger
Great White Sharks won't let us be
THE WORLD IS A GHETTO, STILL A GHETTO.
Deeper still the magma boils
Sets our place in the universe
Where we're going is long determined
Shaking off this demon curse
THE WORLD IS A GHETTO, STILL A GHETTO
STILL A GHETTO, STILL A GHETTO.
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