Harrowed by the winds which lead
Hope of life and doing for what
Crawling from the cage beaten and torn
Which the scars we feel the pain and still adorn
But now the session must be taught again
As to why we've been left suffering
Warmth of few will never be many
May have been cold but still there was plenty
Now strangers knock at my door
At odd hours and with no reason for
Disease has taken its course but to see new couture
In new ways new disfigurings and new torture
The blood fills the eyes of many
And the blood runs into the street
Overflowing too thick for gutters
Nowhere to keep
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I predominantly got this for the first track. The news reporter’s dramatised and slick narrativisation of human suffering, juxtaposed with wry reporting on a “celestial event,” that flattens both into equally streamlined consumerist fodder, is a problematic redoubled, and perhaps highlighted, by enjoying that very thing set to extremely funky music. Maybe there is some working through to do here… errantzephyr