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Nocturne
04:44
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When the mills of men have ground us
To the fighting edge of fate.
Who can blame... if lying around us
Is the wreckage of blind hate?
When for dollars we are broken
Like a twig for a fire.
Who can blame if by that token
We inflame in razing ire?
Darkness surrounds the masses of lore
For a pittance we have done,
Who can blame if we give battle?
We are many, they are one!
Before him burn the great unwinking lights,
The hectic stars of city nights,
Red as hell‘s pit, green as a mermaid‘s hair.
A queer half—acrid smell is in the air.
Behind him on the shelves in ordered rows
With strange abbreviated names
Dwell half the facts of life.
That young man knows
Bottled and boxed and powdered here
Dumb tragedies, deceptions and secret shames.
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2. |
Hammer and Steel
04:36
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ROTTING it lay beneath turbulent sky
A fecund carrion thrusting to air
Its powerful benediction.
Everywhere a cloudless bream
Joyfully strengthened, begin to rise;
Shifting sands within due time
countless crawling things in swarm
Called by death that feeds and fortifies.
So, laughing to the world he came:
Death
Transformed, quickened by strife.
dark disguise could not conceal the flame;
behind his ineffectual mask,
Sparkled fresh and conquering eyes of Life.
TERROR you bring into this room ;
Creeping timbers reek of gloom
There is no youth within your eyes, a fresco of craven lies
And though cheeks still bravely bloom
You’re in league with death and doom;
Came with laughter bright,
Wine and flowers of the night
Jest upon your tongue,
The merriment of your song,
You stifle us, who have not sung,
And when you dance with ease and grace
There is a look upon your face
That leaves us shaken and unstrung.
The words you say are fine and sweet,
And every step you take is sure,
And seemingly you shall endure
When we are dust within the deep.
You walk erect while still we creep.
No blunders mar your perfect parts—
Master you are of human hearts,
And yet with evilness replete.
The hammer of time bends and sways
The steel of life, it’s unending
A sleeping giant, locked beneath
Shifting sands of autocracy
But there on the summit
Reddish suns begin to swell
Arise for the struggle!
The time for peace, too long to tell
Break the sorcery of modern times
Fight alienation with your mind
Emancipate the new slaves
Obliterate our scarcity
The tools are staring you in the face
But they won’t wait, or hesitate
Break the chains of property
In the curse and rack of Destiny
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Crooked steps
Lined out before me
Decrepit road
Along nameless seas
There they rest
A hollow tomb
Surrounds me
Peculiar portraits frozen in time
A life completely wasted
On promises foretold
Back when you were
a stinking corpse in snow
The indignity within we swim
False dawn of future hope
Exploited til the bitter end
Power lies in struggle
Bosses whip and wobble
When the masses rise
Demanding a new deal
While the toiler waits
the vulture dies
Barrels of ink splash around
The margins of a hive
Down set but smarter still
Language of new nations
Rank and files unearthed
Smashing unearned
Capital Accumulation
In a dark hour
Tasting the earth
Inhaling moss
Transmute the revolution
Take a glimpse of forgotten dreams
Rekindling the fire, so close beneath
Ancient modes of existence
Once trapped by crooked kings
The serfs have put a hex on thee
Defenestrated once more
On bended knee
Aghast! The spire!
It beckons to me
The end of exploitation
And scarcity
Is what awaits
On the sacred tree
And the moans of
Forsaken seas
I will eat of this to its last shred
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Gone is the euphoria
The wells poisoned by cholera
Spy hunting public running amok in the streets
The 4th of August 1914
An echo of disharmony
Violent beginning to an epoch yet to end
Legacy of brutality
We live in its shadow, flattened by time
Barbarism is all that awaits us now
WHEN we are ground into reluctant dust,
Unsmiling and unconquered, stubborn still
When the last drop falls, when the dry touch of rust
Benumbs each will
We will step from the boards still valorous, still proud
(Hope for a halo, courage for a shroud)
We will go-but we will go unreconciled
And undefiled
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5. |
Small Town Sinners
04:54
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Creator Spirit uncreated
Sails on fleet waves far away,
Worlds heave, Lives are generated,
His Eye spans Eternity.
All inspiriting reigns his Countenance,
In its burning magic, Forms condense.
Voids pulsate and Ages roll,
Deep in prayer before his Face;
Spheres resound and Sea-Floods swell,
Golden Stars ride on apace.
Fatherhead in blessing gives the sign,
And the All is bathed in Light divine.
In bounds self-perceived, the Eternal
Silent moves, reflectively,
Until holy Thought primordial
Dons Forms, Words of Poetry.
Then, like Thunder-lyres from far away
Like prescient Creation's Jubilee:
"Gentler shine the floating stars,
Worlds in primal Rock now rest;
O my Spirit's images,
Be by Spirit new embraced;
When to you the heaving bosoms move,
Be revealed in piety and love.
"Be unlocked only to Love;
Eternity's eternal seat,
As to you I gently gave,
Hurl you my Soul's lightning out.
'Harmony alone its like may find,
Only Soul another Soul may bind.'
Out of me your Spirits burn
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6. |
Zapata Ghost Walk
03:21
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Smells of Liberation
Wafting in Air
Unconquerable Apparitions
Shades of Terror
Train loads of mill workers
Valley of Sin
“Tierra y Libertad!”
The stink of our skin
Righteous distortion
Cosmos Aligned
Shapeless Putridity
Wrinkle in Time
Desperate peons swell
Lead us away
Nine years of life
Warbles and fades
By all the tyrants‘ crimes
Beneath the sun
A life Paid for with blood and bone
Ashes scattered and scalps in tow
Midnight is come
As dark as the bottomless gloom
Cemetery robbins chirp to the moon
A garish life set along the path
Once walked in shame
Little more than exploited muscle
Snared by tragedy
The land for the people
Movements betrayed
Peasants laid down their arms
Led to their graves
Day returns with sol unmoved
All that’s left for me and you
Is a final taste of dirt and our
Marrow left to ooze
Unmarked graves below your feet
Ashen ghosts of the sunken heap
Century after century, awoken again
By the pampered fold of creation
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7. |
Ten Acres of Hell
05:04
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Flames Creator-like once poured
Streaming to me from your breast,
Clashing up on high they soared,
And I nursed them in my breast.
Shone your form like Aeolus-strains above,
Shielded soft the fire with wings of Love.
I saw glow and I heard sound,
Heavens onward sweeping far,
Rising up and sinking down,
Sinking but to soar the higher.
Then, when inner strife at last was quelled,
Grief and Joy made music I beheld.
Nestling close to forms so soft
Stands the Soul, by spells enchained,
From me images sailed aloft
By your very Love inflamed.
Limbs of Love, by Spirit once released,
Shine again within their Maker's breast.
Ten Acres burn beside the priest
A life left unturned, with sin and sleep
Arise the fire for a sod
Ten acres of hell is all we are
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