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Welcome to the planet, my child
Wild west of the Milky Way.
Before you undertake this trip, know
every inch of you’s a latent controversy
from the hair on your head , to the spots on your chin
the colour of your cradle, the shade of your skin;
always someone willing to forge weapons against them.
Looking to shatter you so they can
name the scars for you
spawning sickness so they can
sell the cure to you
…despite the million quid pitch
our bodies are temples in
the god complexes of the rich
but money’ll never have the power to make the earth spin.
Child, teach me how to imagine
a greater power than this
fear of an equal planet
Fear is profit,
profit is ravenous:
a dark mirror held up
to the hearts of all of us
tightrope walking on this world wide web.
Weaving spiders can never be sated,
may you grow to be an
ever-loving bane of their existence:
together we will live in our power
much greater than this.
Greater than the terror of the bigots in high office
strength to dig as deep as we need
to withstand the storms of their greed,
on this wild trip
may you go armed with love and true grit
may your heart be an equal planet
To love yourself is radical
Essential to your arsenal
Your body is a castle
Whole within and of itself
nothing they can sell to us
will fortify our spirit like it does.
To greet the world fearless
with no division within:
oh what a vision, how Utopian to think
but it’ll never happen
those whose being depends
on the poison keep saying.
But you, my child
may you be built different,
be an ever-loving bane of their existence
may your heart be an equal planet.
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No More Dopesick
04:03
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Welcome to the planet, my child
Wild west of the Milky Way.
Before you undertake this trip, know
every inch of you’s a latent controversy
from the hair on your head , to the spots on your chin
the colour of your cradle, the shade of your skin;
always someone willing to forge weapons against them.
Looking to shatter you so they can
name the scars for you
spawning sickness so they can
sell the cure to you
…despite the million quid pitch
our bodies are temples in
the god complexes of the rich
but money’ll never have the power to make the earth spin.
Child, teach me how to imagine
a greater power than this
fear of an equal planet
Fear is profit,
profit is ravenous:
a dark mirror held up
to the hearts of all of us
tightrope walking on this world wide web.
Weaving spiders can never be sated,
may you grow to be an
ever-loving bane of their existence:
together we will live in our power
much greater than this.
Greater than the terror of the bigots in high office
strength to dig as deep as we need
to withstand the storms of their greed,
on this wild trip
may you go armed with love and true grit
may your heart be an equal planet
To love yourself is radical
Essential to your arsenal
Your body is a castle
Whole within and of itself
nothing they can sell to us
will fortify our spirit like it does.
To greet the world fearless
with no division within:
oh what a vision, how Utopian to think
but it’ll never happen
those whose being depends
on the poison keep saying.
But you, my child
may you be built different,
be an ever-loving bane of their existence
may your heart be an equal planet.
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Warriors Of The Dystotheque
WotD grew from a love of lo-fi music and electronic culture between artists spread across Ireland France and New York. Style
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WotD are composed of DJ / Producer / Engineers/ Musicians Jonny Mac-Sean Graham, France & Mike & Nick Rufolo NYC. The past 3 Ep’s have had major support all across BBC 6Music, BBC Radio1 KEXP & many more
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