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Core Collective

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1.
Above Water 02:12
I wish that we were better, better to ourselves and each other. We are barely treading, barely treading above water. The reality, the reality of the matter is that we are taught, taught to avoid what challenges us. Why can we not live in the discomfort of our own humanities? So much despair, there’s never enough time. Struggling for air, there’s none to find. What shall you do when the day is met?
2.
Racial Clout 02:48
(Breathe in/breathe out Identity Benefiting Unacknowledged Built yourself Upon the lie) No children are safe from the influencer, not one is safe from the evil ingrained. Your white supremacy will challenge compassion, and it will never prevail. Your white supremacy is dripping wet, from your lips onto your page it bleeds. Like so many before who have suffered to the core. Your white supremacy is iced to the touch, as it has warmed nobody in time. Not one benefits from aryan rites. Not from your racist clout. How are you so devout? Devoid of our basic purities. Lies will fill our seas.
3.
Please don’t let it fade away, all that we’ve been fighting for. Plowed fields will grow I pray, for those who stand I do adore. Too many steps towards a better way of life, and faking out was never an option. Broken bones may never heal. Apathy tears us apart, demand it brings only pain. Diseases of the heart, rendering this rock mundane. I comprehend that I’ve become addicted to this dying world. This which has seemingly come undone, or was it never complete? A billion faces off their feet, whispering to a ghost. Angels wings have been ripped and torn. Leaving behind all that is existence. A tightly woven web of lies, that ensnares your body, mind, and soul. I assume that all will become darker than we’ve ever seen. Maybe not in our times, maybe only in our dreams. I fear that I’ve become addicted to this dying place. How are we to act, how do we put on a face? A billion sounds empty and unknown. Is this why we are so alone? (When do I feel the closest to connected Every time we carve out the space Every time we shine a light and give more resources to underprivileged) I am addicted to this dying world.
4.
Lack Of 02:28
Contention has been mistaken, mistaken for stagnation. We’d better get a move on it, before we decide that it’s too late. This has got to be, some untapped aggravation. It wants to unshackle, let go of it’s fate. (Pushing aside the station Pushing the tide the tide Gripping a new conviction Gripping inside inside) A severe lack of poetry, will have you question where you are. A severe lack of poetry will have you pondering when to go and how far. Get a grip on the demons inside your thick blocked heads. (Decode meaning) A severe lack of poetry, can limit what we could become. All that we have conquered, all that we have won. We owe more to ourselves, moreover than what we settle for. We owe more to each other, moreover the selfish traits we can’t ignore. I think it’s time that we should go.
5.
Nightshade 02:16
You drank yourself with no regret, sinking closer to your death. Always wound up, ready to snap. The smell of sweat and cigarettes. (When you bleed) Nicotine stains on your fingers, constantly lit the smell will linger. Is it stress or is it anger? Out of booze, out of a fix. Until now you could handle this. In the mirror you see a stranger. Another morning sleep deprived. Dead to life but still alive. Nightshade so you can hide.
6.
Dis/Trust 04:27
Nobody taught me to trust. We discuss what gives us disgust. We cry for those who never were. Who were never given a chance. They were given the circumstance. And if we made the rules. Little less words would go unspoken. The rules would still need to be broken. Given the circumstance. With a little more romance. We were not meant to be hardened. Why can’t we build a garden? Plant our dreams, watered to fruition. With love and trust to start. Not contemptuous derision. Not division. Nobody taught me to trust.

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A collection of 6 songs by our core collective of Caelan, Steve and Chris. DIY.

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released November 5, 2021

No Clear Records 022

Artwork by Caelan Jeffery
Recorded, mixed and mastered by James Bess in our homes.

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