Contingence

A mash-up with @sweatywife, baby.

Inspired by Hucci's "The Fall".

I wanted to make a spicy outtro for our podcast [The Epoch of Incredulity].

A modern rendition of the National Anthem of the Soviet Union, written by Alexander Alexandrov. This is the compressed (128k MP3) version. Patrons of The Epoch of Incredulity will be able to listen to the FLAC version, which sounds much nicer :3

LYRICS:

Hello again! This is the year of global plague.

The born-agains dutifully marching toward their grave.

I don't mean to set a precedent

/ of tardiness with your presents.

I'm doing my best, thanks for your patience in the interim.

I'm in the city;

you're just one train ride away.

People are shitty,

but the animals are great.

Happy Mothers Day!

(Happy Mothers Day.)

I drank Vitamin C.

Mother, are you proud of me?

I love you; let's return

/ to Punjab Palace for dinner.

Happy Mothers Day!

LYRICS:

As sickness spreads,

you sequester yourselves away;

send the poor to fight your battles;

blame the ones who keep you safe.

Revolution, not reform!

Neoliberalism will die where it was born.

Raise red and black flags all around;

we'll burn your fortress to the ground.

You're just a pig (without the crown);

expect no mercy from us now.

You run and hide;

send essential workers to the front lines;

and you expect us to stick our necks out,

and pay our rent on time.

We offered up a compromise;

you sold us out and told us lies.

In times of isolation,

dormant sentiments awaken.

Revolution, not reform!

Neoliberalism will die where it was born.

Raise red and black flags all around;

we'll burn your fortress to the ground.

You're just a pig (without the crown);

expect no mercy from us now.

Expect no mercy from us now.

You sacrificed us to the market;

bailed out the craven gods of self-delusion.

We build the gallows in the common;

the masses clamor for your public execution.

(Aztec capitalism.)

Sacrifice human life for money.

(Aztec capitalism.)

Let the sickness ravage your body.

Let the sickness ravage your body.

Lyrics:

Damage control under a guise of rest;

I pay the toll just to sit on the bridge when I could invest.

A metronome of broken clocks

perpetuates this paradox.

I could be trying my best to die,

but I've been dying to try my best.

These wings have atrophied, but I've

grown tired of this empty nest.

I guess I thought I had the guts.

Is freedom ever free?

We live together or die alone.

Were we programmed to repeat?

We cannot brave the great unknown.

Is freedom ever free?

We live together or die alone.

Are we destined for defeat,

or can we brave the great unknown?

This one's for the crowdkilling comrades.

<=={ Lyrics }==>

Crypto-fascists profiteering

while the workers toil

They desecrate the lithosphere

and watch the ocean boil

Arm the proletariat

Liberate the poor

Guillotine the kleptocrats

This is fucking war

This is war

Propaganda permeating

collective consciousness

Dissolution of the union

Disengaged duress

Send the fascists to their graves

Seize the means by force

Suffocate the nation state

Kill the cancer at its source

YOU SWINE.

[There's no more time. There's no other options.

You watched this planet die and made us clean up your wreckage.]

Cataclysm of capital

We plunder toward extinction

Line them up against the wall

They've got children in fucking cages

Abuse of power

We are the scapegoat; you're the swine

Selfish cowards

You'll never placate us with lies

Now the tables turn

and we refuse to fall in line

Your stars and stripes burn

The gods are dead; the people rise

You'll never placate us with lies

The people rise

[You fascist pigs. Greedy, sadistic swine.

Empty suits. Nothing but the bottom line.]

Cataclysm of capital

We plunder toward extinction

Line them up against the wall

They've got children in fucking cages

Cataclysm of capital

Genocide for the petro-dollar

Corporations are culpable

They've got kids locked in fucking cages

Children in cages.

<=={ Outtro sound bytes / Credits }==>

* Prof. Richard Wolff => Monologue on "Economic Update with Richard D. Wolff"

* Stars & Plough => Excerpt from "The State and Revolution" by Vladimir Lenin

All music written, recorded, and mixed by Contingence [Jesse Talbot] using Audacity for Linux.

New equipment, new techniques, new horizons. Enjoy, comrades!

Lyrics:

--***--

Is this that something different

for which I prepared, of which I was scared?

Sort of a shame how it feels much the same;

knots in my hair leave me worse for the wear.

I'm not drowning anymore;

I'm just adrift somewhere offshore,

gathering barnacles amongst fish and gulls.

Who knows what I'm waiting for.

What are we waiting for?

Consume the rich and let their blood sustain us.

Colorless candor;

inhibitions are such a bother.

Sever the anchor

to indecision and time well squandered.

[What are we waiting for?]

Mutiny.

So accustomed to instability;

acclimated to lack of agency;

relegated to cogs in the machine;

desecrated along with democracy.

Destroy the demagogue;

slaughter the corporate whore;

expel the status quo;

what are we waiting for?

The seeds of doubt seek solace in dark corners,

mimicking the larvae of moths in detritus.

Set them all ablaze; we will not be fazed;

consume the rich and let their blood sustain us.

Mutiny.

Insurrection in the face of greed.

Haven't I heard this all before?

I've said it a million times and more.

Who knows what we're waiting for?

--***--

Thanks for listening. \m/

~ Contingence