YOUNGBLOOD BRASS BAND - Culture:Envy:War lyrics

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Culture envy culture war

Culture envy culture war

Culture envy culture war

Count your dead

Kill your poor

What are you looking to find here?

Absolution, attainment

Atonement, justification

All priced to move you

(standing like it's action)

Bide time with brought rhymes

High five to nine for naught

Joke with misdirected lies

Who the fuck aren't you kidding

I knew you back in school when there

Were less actores to look up to

Studying simplicity

We still meant the laughter

If you could love yourself

The way you do them

There'd be life after

The playwrights lowered their guns

There's peace pieces to up again

You used to build

Mind your pen

Remind your pen

I'm sick of the video you've

Rewound us in

The headaches:

Still shots taken in sequence

Hung over old dreams to dry and

Develop moldy cultures

Still;

All this sun and you're sleeping

In the dark room

Waiting on a film caked thick within

Cleaning stained windowsills

Instead of taking panes

Out of eyes

(I'm out of rhymes)

Colourless you hid behind heavy lids

Eating surface shit

Somewhere deep you swear

Respect exists

(exits upstage right)

Tradegy:

Indefinitely more down than a kiss

The assumed and the actual

Are both a sad performane

An audience will answer

If you question them correct

You don't see the bloody entertainers

You're trying to resurrect

Not knowing you're looking

Is atonement cash or check?

Absolved and justified

Create an ego to protect

Center level center roar

Center level center roar

Center level center roar

Is an army is a form

Culture envy culture war

Culture envy culture war

Culture envy culture war

Count your blessings

Kill your poor

Culture envy world over

Respect drunk war sober

I'll fight for no flag

And battle all devices

Old men divide soil spoils

For us to toil indecisive

Over whose music's origins

Are righteous or damned

Or if one is the same can both be

Wrought with your hands

We've wroung out all lands and brought

Bought life

Back to life

Only this time we'll go ahead and say the

Origins were white

Heads in the sand that kept us warm from

The rhythms of the night

You'd think history

Would give fair warning

But it doesn't make for good

Sales or stories

And don't think we're done

Stealing the past

Or telling it to you second-hand

While tipping the hour glass

And tilting our hats

One-third

Cock

Eyed

Now dance.

I remember when the beat moved itself

Through sacred trees and ceremonies

A hapless hieroglyph soul-branded on the

Open spaces of consciousness

And we are all con-script scrawled across

The middle canvas

Draw fast - answer nothing

There's no question they've been here

Glyph lock pick pockets

Patrolling the selling block

For cheap/easy targets

The dueling heretics of a new religion

Doodling death wish on a

Fluttery paper soul

Draw fast

Black canvas impervious

To shades' shame

Paint the world lovely

With indecipherable song

Plant the flag of the insane

In land unsold

Forego the envious and warring

To play the unknown

What is culture but the gift of dream

What is life but to sing

Sleep unseen

Center level center roar

Center level center roar

Center level center roar

In an end many more

Culture envy culture war

Culture envy culture war

Culture envy culture war

Count your dead

Kill your poor

By now you should've died twice

We're not communicating

One line at a time or

A version of a dying woman

On my doorstep

Fading fast the second time around

What's inside these sounds you mouth

Did you hear the call

From across the ages

The sea takes us back too quickly

And I'm far from grounded

Now's the time to sail

Before the last tree falls

I'm seeing my mentors sage-less

Casting outside their realm

Ex-spelling p.g. concepts

To conjure self

I'm seeing priests

Prostrate to prophecy

Praying in the wrong room

Count your blessings

And sell the difference

I'm seeing indifferent sould

In different cells

Spilling blood like wine

Just to know they've been here

Hold your pitcher

Kill your pour

Try to clip these wings

Still we soar

Frantically flapping the faces

Of (not) our kids

Heading south to sea too soon to say

'Stay - I've seen'

Nothing but envy for the green

War for the greed

Innumerable dead blessings

And your poor peaceful resting

Culture envy culture war

Culture envy culture war

Culture envy culture war

Count your blessings

Kill your poor