A cover by Bowling Night, originally by Warpten

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I'm Made of Plastic (by Bowling Night)

Run Deliks' first EP

Lyrics:

(Blitzen)
Where to? Manila
Muerto Manila
Animal in a cage with the way reality hits my face
Everyday with the news of tragedy it's insane
In this city, everybody smiles
Even though there are dead bodies every mile
The city full of red and blue
Who's next? 
Hope it's not you, hope it's not you

Bangkay sa bangketa
Bang bang
Sunod-sunod parang mga letra 
Nova hanggang EDSA
Kahit saang kanto, walang makain sa mesa
Kayod kabayo de kalesa 
Gawa na lang ng piyesa
Pag napansin, edi terorista
Kiliti ng mga elitista
Pangalan nakalista
Pag nakilala, edi tusta ka
Habang sila nagpipiyesta pa 
Kaya handa na, mananita na 
Alam mo naman kung nasan ka 
Masanay ka, ganyan talaga
Sa bansang madumi, wag ka na magtaka

The pigs eats while the ones who plant the seeds starve to death
Can't even get their basic needs and basically they have to live evasively, 
That shit is true, people thinking it's just make-believe
We forget about our farmers
Police tryna disarm us 
The government dishonest,
Whenever we protest, they gun us down, run us down
That's how they do it in this town
Chanting of the people is the only sound

(KYLE)
Nandito na naman ang delingkwenteng palaban
Makinig sa aking tinig, umupo ka muna diyan
Manila ang tahanan, Manila ang pasan
Wala nang balak umalis, pagka’t nandito ang digmaan
Ano bang paguusapan? 
Wala namang nagbago, la pa ring kapayapaan 
Suntok sa bwan ang kayamanan, sukdulan ang kahirapan 
Wag kang magkakamali, nakatingin ang kawatan (‘yung nasa upuan!)
Ah taga rito ka ba? Nagagawa mong mabuhay sa usok at basura?
Walang maririnig kundi malulutong na mura 
Takpan mo ang yong bibig, baka ikaw ay masuka 
Ano kaya mo pa ba? 
Walang makakapagsabi kung tatagal ka ba 
Araw-araw sa delubyo, buhay ang nakataya 
Buhay sa manila, ikaw na ang humusga

(Taycs)
Muerto Manila
Kailangan mo nang pumili ng pwesto at bida
lalaban ka ba o suporta ka sa sistemang
pikit-mata, tikom-bibig, kawali ang tenga
hangga't ikaw ang mabengga.
Enjoy ka ba sa pandemya?
Yung iba nagparehistro't hawak na ang balota.
Habang iba tangan bangkay, nagtirik pa ng kandila
kasi ang lodi mong pulis gumraduate sa tanim bala
Tanim baril na ang moda

Nagsimula sa adik silang pumatay
Pagkatapos ang bayan ay unti-uting sinanay
Tinapatan ng bala ang kailangan ng agapay
At lahat ng magreklamo ay ituturing na kaaway

Pero teka, sino bang kalaban mo?
Kasi lahat po ng patay, kababayan ko.
Yan ba ang tatay na mahusay eh patunay
na ang tunay niya na lamang na pakay
ay magbigay satin ng lamay.

(Shark)
We got the pinnacle pittiful little devil with a throne made of bones, 
More bodies 'round the clock like clerical
We're redacted, holding out with our breaths limited to rid of 'em, 
Sweeping up the office like they be litter so
give it up, off the seat, we have had enough
It's been years, you ain't living up
All you is a circus of pigs, and all this a gig to crudes, 
swinging the twigs and playing like kids in boots

No worry, no mercy,
no humanity
No courtesy,
Just a pet of China, see
No spine, no denying
that we're all dying
in time, in a line,
that's their new grind

What the fuck are y'all doing?
The Filipinos should be in
a fucking state of assurance
right in the midst of the crisis
but y'all are spending your bullets
cause all of you wanna shoot us
You motherfuckers are callous,
we can see through your intentions

Fear the frivolous
Either way, they're ludicrous
Trying to be subtle but these bitches acting obvious 
with their wickedness, insolent, incompetence
Presence of the president ain't precedence, it's impotence

Where the money going? Where the billion missing?
Y'all too busy shooting but don't think that we forgot 'em
Video of a murder, acting like it never happened
Muerto na Manila, pwera lang sa mga mayayaman

Muerto Manila (feat. Kyle, Taycs)

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𝔪𝔦𝔵/𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯. 𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔡𝔶𝔦𝔫
𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔱 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔡 𝔟𝔶. 𝔱𝔯𝔵𝔤𝔬𝔫

fast cars

April 8, 2017

大林宣彦

HellNoWorld is Rjay Concepcion and Mauve Keith

lyrics:

wrote this in my attic
better know I aint an addict
but im at it Systematic
got a few bad habits
running like the white rabbit
with some white powder magic
make the tick tock stop going
mad like the hatter

im on that jungle juice
django never made a truce
django let his cannons loose
We have nothing left to lose
Mighty bruce might be sane
Cannabis in your brain
break the news change the game
change your views break your chains

no peace cause the police are the real terrorists
tried to plead and say please but they stepped on our necks

These baddies and these fashies
and their daddies And their lackeys
All these trigger happy fuckers
Need some bullets in their bodies

Hell what do i know 
High on that nitro
Slick like a rando
Kick it like its taebo
How far will he go
He who sells cargo
Wells fargo deep well
Embargo fidel castro 

laid to rest without arrest
you detest the unrest
guns and bulletproof vests
uniformed pests

//

The truth is this ruthless
brute force is
a symptom Of weakness
Of a system so hell-bent
On defending its interests 

oh fuck
this flow sucks
Go green like a buck
recycle your idol
dig em up with a backhoe
And drag em through the dirt with a tow truck

stuck in the past 
nostalgic little boy wouldnt last
a day in a world so fast paced
paid by the hour
dying by the minute
the worst knows no limit
is life worth living
is life work? Leave it

timetolive

HellNoWorld - timetolive

Produced by: F. Gantioqui

Logiclub Shorts Vol. 2

In The Night

Do-it-all-herself musician and artist Nina Ryser has been home-recording since she was eight years old on her Fisher-Price toy tape machine. One of these childhood recordings makes an appearance on Ryser’s new solo album, Paths of Color, which is characteristic of Ryser’s work: dreamy, wonky, synth-based art-pop that’s bubbly, edgy, sweet, and dark all at once; with elements of post-punk, art rock, and free jazz. Recorded at the beginning of the stay-at-home order, and inspired by loss and love and our new reality, Paths is a product of Ryser’s refined home-recording set-up. Intentionally more polished and clearer-sounding than she’s ever been, Paths of Color (mastered by Angel Marcloid aka Fire-Toolz) maintains the homemade vibe and freedom of childhood expression that is so crucial to Ryser’s sound. Though a product of grief, Ryser’s light and love shines through the record’s sonic playfulness, and is ultimately a celebration of life and art.

RIYL: Palberta, Arthur Russell, Molly Nilsson, The Raincoats, Deerhoof

Paths of Color is out 10/22 on Cowgirl Records

In Higher Dimension

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