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You're free to love by accident
You're free to get ripped off
You're free to not take care of it
You're free until you're not
If you write perfect poetry
and keep your feathers clean
you're bitter blues of infamy
Might pay off finally
You're free to show no gratitude
You're free to fuck around
You're free to lie your way through it
Free until you're found out
If you write perfect poetry
and keep your feathers clean
you're bitter blues of infamy
Might pay off finally
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Is It Safe?
03:05
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Finesse your sentence, finesse your breakfast
Finesse what threatens, it eases tension
It's necessary, It's for the bread win, so
Hang On Hang On
Hang On Hang On
The distance you've been looking for
So you can feel you're in control
Is really just to take the place
Of seeing into someone's face
It feels so good to make believe
Everyone has what they need
But is it safe?
What makes it so?
What do we do, when we know?
We hang on hang on
Hang on Hang on
And if it feels right
It's likely whitewashed away
It's on them beaches, your superpower
Your heavy mettle, your sweetest sour
With bodies aching, for final measures, we
Hang on Hang on
Hang on Hang on
The distance you've been looking for
So you can feel you're in control
Is really just to take the place
Of seeing into someone's face
It feels so good to make believe
Everyone has what they need
But is it safe?
What makes it so?
What do we do, when we know?
We hang on hang on
Hang on Hang on
And if it feels right
It's likely whitewashed away
The distance you've been looking for
So you can feel you're in control
Is really just to take the place
Of seeing into someone's face
Hang on Hang on Hang on Hang on....
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Future Goals
04:10
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Tyranny says "there will be just one"
Cut the hands of musicians
and the singers tongues
Can't have them around.
They'll violate
And legitimize all the other sides.
I am ready to run but I don't need to race.
This is all my vision.
Trayvon Martin has a bullet hole
Right where his future goes
Lost inside are his future goals
Terence Crutcher has a bullet hole
Right where his future goes
Lost inside are his future goals
Future Goals
Tyranny says "We will remember none"
Erase the past for position
Keep the poets mum.
Their words just arouse and dilate
All the eyes of the other sides
There's precious age that is coming on strong
It's just not in my vision.
Alton Sterling has a bullet hole
Right where his future goes
Lost inside are his future goals
Sammy Yatin has a bullet hole
Right where his future goes
Lost inside are his future goals
Future Goals
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Stepped Straight Out the House
You stepped straight out the house
You left the back door open
You leave to learn to howl
To howl what’s not spoken
I hear the sound like seashells
Without, the details
And we know we can’t say nothing
Has gone on
The birds came back to haunt
Haunt us in the open
Words can’t get them out
Words just get broken
But in time they’re leaving
Or we’re believing
And by then there will be substance
Ah come on
Repetition of routine
routine on rerun
keep on doing the same thing
to be done.
You stepped straight out the house
You left the back door open
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Mixtapes
02:49
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I made mix tapes for the meadow
So we could get out and lay low
Maybe find a new religion
Help me tighten up this vision
One that has some superstitions
Help me keep my mind from slippin
Pick a place and time for changing
All our feelings need containing
Nothing’s ever complicated
When everything is overrated
Baby find a new religion
Help me out of indecision
One that has some superstitions
I made mix tapes for the meadow
You can lay and listen solo
Leave behind that new religion
Bring some future superstition
Some that fit with our loose vision
Help us keep our minds from slippin.
We can find some new positions….
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I ain’t gone
I ain’t gone
I wonder I wander with ease
With nobody tellin me
she ain’t gone
she ain’t gone
cycles of poverty
the ways we don’t wanna be
I ain’t gone
I ain’t gone
I shapeshift so easily
hide behind symmetry
she ain’t gone
she ain’t gone
she codeswitches subtly
taking her time to be
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Culture Reject Toronto, Ontario
Culture Reject creates Lo-Fi Post-Soul music in broken pop songs, characterized as the "boldness of the new Canadian
sound.” With comparisons to Yo La Tengo, Metronomy and Feist.
Culture Reject's latest 'Breaking with the World' (Specific, France) -a collection of lushly constructed, broken pop anthems with a futurist lens. mixed by Justin Nace
(Alvvays, Andy Shauf).
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