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The Likes of Us [Fuck You, You Don't Know Me Pt. 1]

from Dance Music For The Condopocalypse by Non State Actors

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Poem originally published 2010 in "Honeymoon in Kyoto", by Brando Chemtrails.

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There is a point when it gets too late for possibilities that don't involve you feeling awful, where this could end any number of ways but none of them that won't hurt. There is a point when it gets too late to be an innocent civilian any longer, no matter how pure you act, where even if you don't deserve what you get, no one's gonna be surprised. Kindness can be just as deadly of a sin as the rest of them, but it's still the one I'll choose till I'm taught hard enough not to. Drain me of blood and put it all up for transfusion, give me up for donation. Let my bones be made into monkey bars and my skin cover you up when it rains, I want no part of this. Fuck this world of wounds and weapons, how can anyone stand to spend 80 years here?
Sooner or later, I'll be a person I can't even relate to from where I'm at today, but I won't let that stop me now, because no matter who you are, there'll be a time when no one will have heard of you or William Shakespeare. A boy that looks like me is crouched in a doorway with a cigarette in his mouth singing The Masquerade is Over and meaning it. A song that's older than any of his problems that still sounds the same as it always has. The cigarette is lit, but it won't always be. A cloud of smoke's coming out of his mouth but in thirty seconds it'll be air safe for babies to breathe, like it was never even there.
If the world were made up of people like us, there'd be no landmines, barbed wire or preschools. We feel what we feel like we are the first to ever feel it and say every word like we're the last that gets to. We treat ourselves like people we'll never see again, treat our bodies and our futures like the powerful treat the powerless... they'll adjust. They'll have to. We're not the "you" diarrhea medicine ads are talking to, politicians can only say they love America as long as we're not Americans. We were not made for this world, or else it wasn't made for the likes of us, and we may never find a piece of it that we can honestly be at peace in so praise the lord for all the places we've never been, let's hope we never see them all so we can still believe in a paradise stronger than our problems we don't mean to fix. We're sure that if we'd wound up with different hometowns and birthday that we could've had it. We could've been Tod Browning movie extras in the 20s, street toughs in the 50's that never saw a front lawn, crazy kids in love in the Columbine 90s, Brazilian pop stars, Seminole warriors, Chinese peasants 5,000 years ago, old Polish vagabonds that froze to death last week, or people we could live with. There could've been a place for us, there could've been a time. It could've been our here and now but it wasn't. We never found a day we hate so much as New Year's Eve, we would end our lives and the world along with it just to stall off midnight forever.
We hang on, accident to recovery, low to high, let the highs last long and the lows be fast and gentle and may we survive. We get hurt, and we get hurt again, so hurt us all so bad we never get hurt again. We pray to find people like us, then we pray to get away, then we pray to have them back but we never learn anything but better prayers for the next time around. God damn us all. God save us all. Drown this filthy world again, it's hopeless. Save it anyways. Give us a speck of this place, or whatever other ones you've got where we feel full forever, that we can call home, that we can call ours, that we can call for the likes of us, pilgrimage stampedes in our heads and prison riots in our hearts, empty all over but bursting with soul, may there be another side, may we survive ourselves, may we survive it all, may we survive.

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from Dance Music For The Condopocalypse, released July 19, 2014
Banjo played by Alvina

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I began playing back in '96 by recording strange sounds, looping and manipulating the tapes and running the output through effects pedals.
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