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    "art versus industry"genre: Hardcore Punk
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    track 1
    CD: demo
    Credits: written, recorded, and performed by parwana

    Story Behind the Song
    first song completed in full by parwana

    Lyrics
    The GEARS are in motion
    They’re working over time
    Turning out the best to forget the rest
    While throwing us aside

    I’m perfect and clumsy
    Say the flesh-covered hands
    Interlaced in toil-stained marriage
    To be replaced by better brands

    Our homes and our hearts have become small white dots
    Scattered among others on blue printed charts
    Connected through networks of coveted cash flow
    When does possession meet its end? Our species doesn’t know

    Soon we’ll be bar-coding our babies
    And selling them on ebay
    Because everything that matters
    Might be worth a penny

    Which leads us to the question
    Of art and industry
    When all our souls are taken
    What art forms will there be?

    I’m not talking silk-screened soup cans
    Those are more like prophecies
    Of when atom bombs and oil drums
    Become our masterpiece
    Because art is only as personal
    Personal as a price tag
    And we’ll sell ourselves for what
    For what we can get

    Like swimming pools and Ferraris
    On mtv cribs
    I can see it all from my
    From my tv set

    For animality fails to realize
    That in labor we are free
    The cerebrum is your canvas
    Your extremities hold the key

    Embedded there is value
    In mental faculty
    Appreciation fostered
    For somatic dexterity

    Our organs laced with metal
    With soldered circuit board
    Through pacemakers and implants
    We’ve become a secondary form

    Of life on this planet
    Just you wait and see
    Your motor skills take a back seat
    To mechanical efficiency

    Because in theoretical conjecture
    Skin and steal are one
    Connected by wire and ligaments
    And equidistantly run

    I’m not talking silk-screened soup cans
    Those are more like prophecies
    Of when atom bombs and oil drums
    Become our masterpiece

    Because art is only as personal
    Personal as a price tag
    And we’ll sell ourselves for what
    For what we can get

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