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You wanna die? So pump animals full of drugs
Just to fatten them up and keep them barely alive.
We didn’t know! We didn’t know!
Look at us, humanity, we are a fucking disgrace.
Not all zoonoses occur ‘cause we insist upon
Exploiting animals, but this creates environments
With a higher chance of spillovers, so limiting our contact
Is necessary to lessen the chance of future outbreaks.
Respecting someone goes beyond not eating them.
Honour autonomy, individuality.
We didn’t know! We didn’t know!
Cognitive dissonance ain’t a personal choice.
Welcome to the dress rehearsal.
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Rhythm 0
02:42
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Beauty wakens reverence and adulation unbound.
Give her several hours to raze this theory to the ground.
Call it wrong, call it right, call it anything you like.
Call it wrong, call it right, when she’s done, you’d better run.
Fire! up against your will.
Fire! up incensed emotion.
Fire! up against your will.
Fire! up incensed emotion.
How will you react to me?
Handle your impunity?
Or are you into it?
Baby, are you into it?
And the desecration opened after some time,
With each invited violation you can’t believe your eyes.
Call it wrong, call it right, call it anything you like.
Call it wrong, call it right, as you point a loaded gun.
Fire! it against your will.
Fire! up incensed emotion.
Fire! it against your will.
Fire! up incensed emotion.
How will you react to me?
Handle your impunity?
Or are you into it?
Baby, are you into it?
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ERP
02:44
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When your mind resolves to kill,
You’d better believe it.
When it borrows your free will,
Build up exposure.
When fear becomes your middle name,
Habituate to it.
You’d better believe it.
A load we all carry
Over hills and afternoons unnavigable.
Avoid anxiety at your own peril.
This airy nothing ain’t nothing to be wary of.
When your mind resolves to kill,
You’d better believe it.
When it borrows your free will,
Build up exposure.
When machinery of catastrophe and
Fear becomes your middle name,
Habituate to it.
A load we all carry
Over hills and afternoons.
You’d better believe it.
Avoid anxiety at your own peril.
This airy nothing ain’t nothing to be wary of,
Nor your adversary, so hold it close.
Embrace your fear,
What you resist persists.
Fighting emboldens your foe,
What you resist persists,
What you resist persists,
What you resist persists.
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4. |
Raven Row
01:55
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Dear Myu, dear Myu,
I’m not the enemy out to defy you.
I wonder, I wonder
Why your benevolence failed to define you.
I will always be on your side
Until words fail me.
One illness, your illness
Slowly devaluing lucid oration.
But on Raven, on Raven Row
I remember how you enlivened
My world, fellow outlier soul.
You’re indelible.
I will always be on your side
Until words fail me.
Dear Myu, dear Myu,
I’m not the enemy out to defy you.
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Wrong Village
02:44
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Cannot close my third eye.
Cannot close my third eye.
I can hear them humming
The wrong village sermon,
But I can take or leave it if I please.
Old Mary on the pyre
Despairs of modern minds.
Cannot close my third eye.
Cannot close my third eye.
I can hear them humming
The wrong village sermon,
But I can take or leave it if I please.
The whole world’s reciting
The wrong village sermon,
But I can take my leave of this disease, take my leave of malice.
I can take or leave it if I please.
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6. |
The Hangman
02:10
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A delicate heart is there in your hands.
It’s broken before, but it’s all that I have.
Everyone surrendered my soul,
So take it as yours because on me it’s lost.
If they divide us...
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Hole in the Ground
02:02
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A hole in the head,
Another hole in the ground.
The rain falls hard on a threnodial crowd.
A hole in the head,
Another hole in the ground.
Anomic wanderers stumble on the sound
Of one man’s tumble off the merry-go-round
Into lurid renown.
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One Day Chicks
01:44
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I was born healthy in a goddamn incubator,
Sexed on a conveyor then thrown into a fucking macerator.
The welfare guys came over, said everything was humane.
Same folks who took a vote on whether I feel pain.
You can’t humanely kill someone who don’t wanna die, bro.
One day…
A man mows a few ducklings, gets 12 months.
An industry kills seven billion of us a year, walks free.
Ain’t no crime when there’s profit to be had.
Don’t lay eggs or grow fat enough to sate greed?
Forget it, man, you ain’t nothing but animal feed.
Organic, free-range or battery, this is the price of your scramble on toast.
One day…
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And then I lost myself further inside me
And at the limit of it all I can’t remember what I did
And I draw in experience as an ornament gathers dust
And I’d do anything to feel them.
Trying hard to cry, but can’t.
I really want to care, but don’t.
And if I’m divided, which half am I then?
As a performer I go through the motions
Though to anything around I’m bereft of reaction
And though my senses are doing fine and well I’ve never felt so distant
From anyone or you, boy.
Trying hard to cry, but can’t.
I really want to care, but don’t.
And if I’m divided, which half am I then?
And I’d do anything for you and anything for you.
The only drawback of dreaming is having to wake up.
There’s nothing left to believe in or rely on.
And if I’m divided, which half am I then?
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Analogue Camera
02:36
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Anarchist animist.
Commune with sensations.
A racy spool, a lens disarms.
Love has no rules if no one’s harmed.
I want an analogue camera.
Feel their soul in elements.
Tripod bush, screws and mounts.
I want an analogue camera.
Pentax, Leica, come on and show me what you’re made of.
Hasselblad, Yashica, I want mechanical insides.
I want an analogue camera.
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Jasmine
02:56
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Have you ever wondered how animals feel?
Have you ever wandered through lavender fields?
Show the world what you are made of.
You’re far wiser than your elders.
Show them all your magic powers.
There’s wonder in your art,
You have thunder in your heart, mini moon.
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Luna
02:58
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Luna girl, could I have known
The way you’d own my heart?
Could I’ve foreseen tranquillity
In howling at the stars?
Whether my fear of uncertainty,
Or drive to self-sabotage anything good,
Clouded my insight,
Now you’re my soul.
Hold my roots and fly me to
Our haven in the air.
Cyrano, Swann or Almanon,
In dreams I’m with you there.
Illumine my eyes with your brilliance,
And let’s go get high to the Weakerthans.
You mirror my insides
And carry my bones.
If you must leave, just leave.
If you must leave, just leave.
I’ve got you, my love, in our dream.
I’ve got you, my love, so just scream.
Scream at my weakness,
Scream at the world.
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William Robertson London, UK
William Robertson is an independent musician based in London.
His debut album 'Out of a Misty Dream'
was released in January 2020. His sophomore ‘Catastrophe Machine’, tackling themes including animal exploitation, psychospiritual diseases, and therapeutic practices for managing anxiety, followed in March 2022.
His third LP, covers album ‘Echoings’, was released on 12 January 2024.
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