the city don't think, the people don't speak!
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Story behind the song
riding home with my roommate, dominique, one night, i said the city don't think to her, then we got home and i started recording this song.
Lyrics
what can i say in a letter to the teenage grrrl fantasy conspirators? unfiltered, we're filters of our own, slinshot plastic bottle trash heap images of no likeness, no mindstate, clear, like water in a past life. My past life has passed trash, like southern illinois waste sites. PLAY IS a play on words, the matchboxes play loop-ta-loop on adam smith's hideaway eisenhower-esque highways. Now numbers are grains of sand, but flouridated-tap water won't turn electric in the information age, will it? Will it? Ill wills will, will it? IT willed onto ID, don't forget your microchips on your way to the internet cafe.
The city don't think
the people don't speak
lighting fuel for lit fools' path to the dusty death. Not unnaturally, he takes refuge in an unreal present. Too-late capital states demand cookie-cutter students by the million who are uneducated and rendered incapable of thinking, honestbrokers of technocracy, straight-jacketed in space/time by the nu policia- psychotic, cybernetic psychiatrists- placed in power by the avant garde of repression.
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