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A Living
01:37
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I work day and night
I travel to the city
I am free
This is freedom
I know because I have worked my entire life
Is this living?
It’s a living
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2. |
Dà Yuè Jìn
04:16
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After this figure of speech isn’t enough
I can hardly understand
It’s a call for madness
Starvation sets in
Bark, boiled
Nutrient rich
We’ve killed the four pests
It’s a return to the land
The promise of progress
Will feed and warm us
Our sister’s anguish
Is our brother’s keeper
Will there be a witness,
an end to this sufferance?
Is this really living?
Or am I enslaved?
I find my place in line
As I watch from the outside
Our children do not eat
I understand why
It’s for the greater good
We pick the bones of rats
I learn to understand
Time goes in circles
The promise of progress
Has left us cold and wan
A product of history
As it is happening
We’re hardly succeeding
We’re barely living
We cannot escape this
This isn’t real
No more, enough, why?
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3. |
In Transit
01:43
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4. |
An Oddity
02:20
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The oddities of your kinsmen
Hold a rather strange matter of opinion
Five odysseys of forgiveness
It is a fallacy for the poor
I’ve bifurcated the two oceans
Separated men from their children
Society’s final diversion
To assimilate and pervert
Trial reasoning in execution
Is a measured means for our progress
Razed to the ground in absolution
Left to sit in filth and rags
The oddities of your kinsmen
Will separate your men from children
Society’s final position
Is obedience as a dog
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5. |
In Tumult
01:13
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6. |
The Immigrant
07:36
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Chinese lay down the tracks
Watch as your work burns
Razed, in the name of beauty
You cannot have the dignity of the indignant
You must be polite
For in your moment of despair,
You speak for all of your kind
For society is polite
And we only have room for neutered chinamen
Assimilate and conform
There’s another confusion
There are oddities in abundance
While commiserating in time
Go away, displace to the interior
I can hardly afford another week
There’s another intrusion
Bite your tongue and prepare for me
Their stares will burn cold
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7. |
Vredens Dag
04:32
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A woman married in strife
She must beg for decency
The pastor finds warmth in her youth
For a girl is a woman in miniature
She is her mother’s daughter
Strength, she has
He retreats in comfort, as their stares burn cold
The local parishioners gather around
One more in the pit, her fate is sealed
Children play unto the tolling of bells
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8. |
The Fujian Tulou
02:01
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I drift towards the Fujian Tulou
In retreat from the coast
With me, a family divine
Trembling we walk in time
The wheel, it turns indifferent
Endure and receive your reward
To die and live endlessly
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9. |
Xiamen
04:36
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I am the answer to your call
Naked and wet
His palms smell sour
For he’s been at it again
And I am a weak man
I cannot look at his face
I will distract myself
The floor is soaked with urine
I am an embarrassment
Forgive me
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10. |
Pax Americana
08:29
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A conversation in passing
In the moor it blooms
There’s something not quite right
It’s clear now
I know for sure
Oh no
There’s a field of bodies
Oh no
I can’t name one
Oh
They are faceless
Oh no
I can't name one
After this figure of speech isn't over
Another distraction, another perplexion
A waste of resources into one another
To fixate, complain, into heeding a warning
Another complexity; cannot be bothered
To displace in haste, the solution will offer
Another compulsion; distract from attention
A waste of a feeling; exact in complexion
Another arrangement too complex for answers
A waste of resources into one another
To fixate, complain, into feeding a longing
To kick and to scream into heeding a warning.
Another complexity; cannot be bothered
To displace in haste, the solution will offer
Another arrangement; too complex for answers
To fixate, complain, into feeding longing
Another confusion; exact in its function
A waste of resources into one another
To kick and to scream into heeding a warning
To displace in haste the solution will offer
I know why it doesn’t
Seem to make much sense
In the retrospect and
We are all waiting for one last
Shred of our own dignity and
We are all nodding in acquiescence
I know why it persists
In great shame, we fool ourselves into disbelief
Does it make it easier to feel that a lie is real,
"That we will progress”
Is ignorance bliss?
I know in desperation that we fail to see
What makes us even try to
to feel when a lie is real
I know we’re enabling
The state to go on; the fear of unknown
We are but a lonely race
As we’re forced to explode
Into oblivion
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