deM atlaS - “F=rankln” from the EP Charle Brwn
Guante: A Pragmatist’s Guide to Faith
Thanks for listening.
They making mistakes, they hit you with raze.
Take your wallets with guns, stun you with grenades.
They have a whole lot of fun, you think that it’s grace.
It doesn’t really matter, cause the taxes still get paid.
And the bitch get paid, and the poor get sprayed.
And the fists of pepper spray is a common exchange.
It’s sorta ridiculous how we caught up in the maze.
Environment sucks, the Government sucks.
Everybody’s corrupt, can’t hold a hundred bucks.
I feel like I die everyday, got maggots in my cuts.
You wan’t some other fuck, everything is fucked.
The President paint your portrait, put oil in your cup.
Condoleezza Rice: giving us advice.
She say that we alright, we in the dome fighting for life,
Changing all the laws, rewriting the rights.
The burning bushes in California, you see the light.
It’s the ind of the worl’ baby, so let’s have fun.
And let’s desensitize to where the problems come from.
"Ind of the Worl" by Camu Tao from the King Of Hearts album.
RIP CAMU TAO
Nine Inch Nails performing “March of the Pigs” live in Melbourne on March 14th, 2014. Filmed on stage by robsheridan with a Blackmagic Production Camera 4K. Viewable in full 4K resolution.
NIN is on tour this year in Europe, UK, and North America. Tour dates and tickets at http://tour.nin.com
Some people call it swagger
I’m a little bit older so I still call it mojo
It really doesn’t matter, nah
If you got it you get it and if you don’t then you won’t grow
I heard they was mad at me
Do I care? No.
The eagle doesn’t see a scarecrow
Atmosphere - Kanye West (Official Video)
She said she needed something that she could blame
And right then is when I offered my name
It’s the only thing I’ve got that’ll always remain
So I’mma share it with you so you can complain too
She said she want to find a cure for death
I knew she meant that in the purest sense
But when I finally die put on your Sunday best
Then throw your hands in the sky like Kanye West
Go back home and smoke a number. Forget the wimpy voice of enlightenment; this is a time of guns; you can do nothing, enlightened or otherwise.
If you are clever enough you can insult people and they will sit still for it, but if you are clumsy and dumb you can get away with nothing. It all has to do with your verbal skills. You are judged, like contest entries, on aptness of phrase.
The trouble with being educated is that it takes a long time; it uses up the better part of your life and when you are finished what you know is that you would have benefited more by going into banking.
Every material thing perishes. Whole planets perish. The physical universe itself will perish. Are you going to argue, then, that nothing exists? Because that is where your logic will carry you. It isn’t possible right now to prove that external reality exists. Descartes discovered that; it’s the basis of modern philosophy. All you can know for sure is that your own mind, your own consciousness, exists. You can say, ‘I am’ and that’s all. And that is what Yahweh tells Moses to say when the people ask who he has talked to. ‘I am,’ Yahweh says. Ehyeh, in Hebrew. You also can say that and that is all you can say; that exhausts it. What you see is not world but a representation formed in and by your own mind. Everything that you experience you know by faith. Also, you may be dreaming. Had you thought of that? Plato relates that a wise old man, probably an Orphic, said to him, ‘Now we are dead and in a kind of prison.’ Plato did not consider that an absurd statement; he tells us that it is weighty and something to think about. ‘Now we are dead.’ We may have no world at all.
Destroyed by our giant intellects: reasoning and pondering and doing nothing. Nitwits rule. We squabble.
Eventually there will be no life; there was once only the dust particles in space, the hot hydrogen gases, nothing more, and it will come again. This is an interval, ein Augenblick. The cosmic process is hurrying on, crushing life back into the granite and methane; the wheel turns for all life. It is all temporary.
The distinction between sanity and insanity is narrower than the razor’s edge, sharper than a hound’s tooth, more agile than a mule deer. It is more elusive than the merest phantom. Perhaps it does not even exist; perhaps it is a phantom.