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White. Male. Guilt.
19:41
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Guilty.
Guilty of being me.
Guilty of being white.
Guilty of being male.
Guilty of the benefit my birth affords me.
White face shameful race, apparently the colour of my guts...my brain.
A simple colour made complex by history, but I won't be complicit
and neither should you be.
Because when I see that fear in your eyes, man I hate my life.
Embarrassed by ancestry, and what others tell me.
I'm careful in my words.
Words betray my birthright.
I right I've never wanted nor sought.
An idea I loathe.
As I am colour blind a racist you should find.
As we are all the same, prejudice you claim.
There's no way out of this paradox
I know I can't understand
The very thing you see,
It's me!
And I cannot alleviate me from me.
I apologize
I do my best
I'd never differentiate
Human is Human I say
but that is a vantage point privilege affords me.
But I truly don't care about the clothes that you wear
not the colour of your hair,
whatever sex lies within,
not the colour of your skin.
(we are all people and should be loved and celebrated)
If you condemn white men for trying
you will just get more victims (not equality)
If you label moderates as 'bad feminists'
you will weaken the voice of women.
if you spew racialized vitriol at your supporters
you will cower your friends and invalidate your cause
If you can't forgive men the mistakes of the past
then you are doomed to repeat them
doomed to repeat the past in reverse
and for what it's worth it's probably deserved.
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2. |
Social. Guilt.
05:08
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Hate, loud and fast.
Silohing, reverberant.
You are this and I am that.
Jealous of where you are at,
because we're all watching.
I want to make you want me.
Want you to be that for me.
I want to make you harm me.
Want you to be that..
Exposé, reticent.
Show them all and
say nothing.
Beg for meaning
give them lines.
Watch in horror and surprise.
Because we're all watching
I want to make you want me.
Want you to be that for me.
I want to make you harm me.
Want you to be that-
alone, alive and dead,
alone alive. I'm telling.
If you step back outside yourself
and see the you that you've chose to sell.
Your plate of food and your funny face-
your sad like is a fake.
Your sunny, sunny holiday-
the envy of all your friends,
all that time that you threw away
sharing photos of what could have been.
It's sad...so sad.
The times you tresured, you never had.
I
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3. |
Colonial. Guilt.
07:57
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Ashtray serving plate on your nameday.
Coerced confession conflated from a mayday.
Happy birthday asshole, here's a 5x9.
Self done, done selfish. Do your time.
We all know who drew first blood,
and it won't be the last time.
Loathe leaders who don't like to lead
its that sound- not what you say.
I'm prey, you're prey visiting for the weekend.
Your face in the blank space, what did you say?
'I saw it! I saw it! I did it!'
so you say, so says me.
I'm a parrot wheres my cracker, don't forgive me.
Don't forget me.
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4. |
Steer Your Way
04:24
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5. |
Self. Loathing. Guilt.
08:49
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I envy the dead-
the dead don't dream.
I hate my life,give me that knife.
I never will win.
Can't even give in.
I'm so fucking done-
give me that gun.
A prophet, a proving ground
the threat of life without a sound.
That final war, the only meaning we afford.
Distast for morals in the absence of a god,
bet against the odds, improve your flaws.
It's plain faced, mirrored distaste.
Someone bought and sold.
One has broke the mould.
One has always failed,
wind never caught sail.
This one all unshined,
one more wasted life.
Lives, they're like mice drawn to the bait,
cheese under spring.
Waiting and offering meaning
but giving nothing
just space and a peice of the rubble.
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