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Ashcan Sermon
04:03
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Ashcan Sermon
I said hey you!
Was your momma a Christian?
Or was she, was she a Jew?
It don't matter if she slept with the cosmic,
Come on over here!
We'll take care of you.
It's an Ashcan sermon!
In this cardboard town!
Don't worry about Judas,
He'll only let you down.
Ya don't need no witness!
To join our crowd!
C'mon over an’ kiss us,
There's alibis around.
No need to pout baby!
No need to stand shunned!
There's a whole lotta rhinestones out there
an' who says you aint one?
Ya don’t need no camera!
To chase us around!
We carry our own canvas,
We gonna wrap this town.
Come to the Ashcan sermon!
Come to where we’re all One!
Ya know there aint no difference,
between the truth an’ a pun?
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Static America
05:40
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Static America
America, I address you in calculated rags,
Stained by foreign oil and cleansed by acid rain,
From a podium of pestilence on the mark of May’s first day
I pour to you libations of your masquerades decay.
In a mask of infiltration, with a neckline in a noose,
The oracle is strangled for the words it shrieks to loose,
Democracy is dated your constitution clots your wounds,
The falcon can’t hear the falconer, mere anarchy is loosed.
America! How dare can ya plunder my playgrounds sweets!
Glee replaced by pitiful pleas stuck forever on repeat.
America! You project profits off poverty,
I do believe the day has come to cut you to your knees,
Yes I do believe the day has come to cut you to your knees.
AMERICA! RAPIST! MURDERER!
Bludgeoning dull fists against mute breasts!
Shrapnel for confetti, iced coffin nitemare!
Manipulator of seeds, intent, image upon image,
actions glazed over by pixelled nets!
America! Your children are idiots! Fat and disrespectful
stirring martini’s with cell phone antenna’s,
Idolizing voyeurism unattainable projections, drooling cheerleader IQ’s and efficient armies of blunder!
Stoking oil lubed fueled machines with stolen coils of youths wonder!
Televised tyranny interlaced with tabloids!
Stifled obscenities stuffed in the throat of the Gods you claim to speak for!
America! I’m scared of ya!
One Nation under martial law! Under a cuntrag thief who can’t even swallow pretzels!
A cokehead with a baseball team moved slightly above the major leagues.
This is not a game of bat and ball anymore!
There is no seventh inning stretch!
There is no alleviation of madness!
Chewing tobacco spittle resembles spurts of oil splashed
across diamonds, fields, across the bases you’ve stolen!
That’s the similarity and no-thing more!
Self-righteous lobotomy re-wired in Christ!
Cleansed by the blood of the lamb sweet Jesus, wiped in stripes across the American flag!
Bad actor with ingenious scriptwriters broadcasting sadistic sitcoms across the universe!
Stage director riding his ass, set designer splaying paint,
seamstress sewing uniforms to jump into and give a thumbs up.
Don’t worry about memorizing your lines, just read the cards and you’ll do fine.
Butcher! Butcher! Butcher without the balls to slaughter himself
but darts instead around libraries and project corners with bushelled bribes
of college tuition and dental care to fulfill his task!
A frightened bloody butcher veiled by a Texas monkey mask!
Good ol’ boy, shit kicker, muttering masculine mason fantasies in closets built over pentagrams,
Sacrificing towers and vacated branches for the benefit of the whole!
I see these things with wide scryed eyes!
I see your breakfast imported because your garden is corrupt!
Your blood red stripes are leaking the white ones pink,
You’ll soon be able to adorn it as lingerie and pirouette through manicured streets set ablaze!
I see the ripples in the fabric,
It’s host of starlite fadings,
Dementia wrapped around a stainless steel mast halfway raised and blown by prairie winds,
Eunuchs of brutality stunted in simple symbolic rituals
Creasing corners in idiot apology as if to soak up the wounds of our land.
America your potential is suffocated beneath your flag.
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Blindman Descention
08:45
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Mephisto
04:12
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4 Minutes
04:08
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MoNEy
02:26
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Rasp Thorne Berlin, Germany
Rasp Thorne is a writer, musician and performer based in Berlin.
Current musical
projects: DRUCKS, CHAGRIN, Silk Rut (Berlin)
Previous bands include: Rasp Thorne & the Briars, LaZY SHaRKS (London) Ryder Pales, and SPAR HORNET (NYC)
Along with solo songs he has also recorded poetry extensively.
'Etched in the Ether', a collection of lyrics, is available now through CHAGRIN PRESS
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