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Not Today
04:05
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Oh, it’s been a lifetime of listening… of listening. Yeah, to each and every excuse. Oh, I know… changing your daily diet “is too much for you to end the abuse”… to end it. Oh… here you are again. Safe inside, with a smile on your face. You “couldn’t eat another greasy fucking bite”, with a belly full, full of someone else. No they longer have a place. Because you took their fucking place. But unknown to you, there’s a cry of anguish and of pain out there. Someone's suffering for some one else's blame out there. And that’s you and you and you, and you as well. You see, while you’ve entered mouth-watering heaven, another’s entered hell. Oh, but you just couldn’t give a damn. So, you just keep on killing as “a real man”. No, I don’t appreciate your selfish ways and, no, the animals don’t… we all pray for the end of your days. Hey, it turns out ya don’t need to kill, as you live your life, each and every day. It turns out ya don’t need to kill, as you live your life, each and every day. And, here I stand, defending life with a helping hand. It’s not just me, who’ll take a stand, to help all creatures great and small… to do what we can. I wish I could say that I could find a way to tolerate your selfish way, your selfish way. But, not today… or any other day.
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The Parallel
05:04
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The parallel is obvious
for those with eyes to see. For all to feel the suffering
, all the same god-damned misery. I know ya see it.
I know ya see it too.
I know ya see it.
I know ya see, ya see it too.
The segregation of privilege
from those considered tools.
And, the passing on of miseducation
making all of us fools. We’re all fools... taught that cats and dogs
should be treated well as pets. All the while, in cold labs, every single day, other animals meet painful deaths.
With painful experiments
for products that we consume.
A cheap way to make profits,
sending animals to their doom.
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These lyrics based on the poem, “Animal Liberation Human Liberation” by Kenneth Cassar, with some direct phrases used with permission by the author.
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Trading Death
05:15
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With creatures trapped
by people who don't care,
slaughtered for a coat of fur. And, in human pride, we share
the blood cash that caused that cruel smell in the air… in the air.
That smell in the air. With money spent on murder. Oh, the money that’s spent
on the murder of lives
just so humans can gloat, the
power that money can buy. Oh, money is spent
on the murder of lives,
just so humans can gloat,
that power that money can buy
. Say it again, money is spent
on the murder of lives
, so humans can gloat,
the power that money can buy
. And, it’s a lie… and there’s no reason why
. Step right up,
one and all,
welcome to
the death trade y’all
. And, you know what else? There’s no beauty
in fashion that calls
for an animal’s skin
to adorn your walls. There is no “trade”
that the animals made for their skin and fur to be stolen, a life-ending raid. Oh no,
please say it ain’t so... that you "can’t wait", ya "can’t wait for the next fashion show"?
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These lyrics based on the poem, “Death Trades” by Kenneth Cassar, with some direct phrases used with permission by the author.
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The Lumbar Endeavor
Heavy sonic and visual offerings by musician/vocalist Aaron D.C. Edge (of Process Black, Hellvetika, Bible Black Tyrant, Ramprasad) and soundscape/field recorder + illustrator André Trindade (CVSPE).
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