Airport (w fx - beta edit)

Voices by Adrian Landers
Grim Rapper Version.
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No More United States. Dicktator Trump And The 91 Charges.

feat @hotboi conversation.mp3

I Want To Touch The Stars

Bulletproof

Lust

In Your Mind

The opening movement of the String Quartet No. 19 (2024).

Pawel Strzelecki: 1. Opening [String Quartet No. 19 "Hast" (2024)].

"OH, CANADA:/" by Murderwords
Bum - bum - bum-bum -

Chorus: [A Minor] Oh, Canada, our home is native lands, 
Patriotism is racism and all our sons are damned. 
With falling hearts, we see the rise of failed technocracy. 
From far and wide, OH, Canada, 
is mi-ured in hy-poc-ris-ies. 
God flee our land, church bones in the breeze. / God keep our land
OH, Canada, we can’t afford babies. / Glorious and free
OH, CANADA, we are our own disease 

Bars: Mr, Speaker, thank you fo the flo, now I implore you, 
why dontcha hold it down better than th’ROTAtion came before you-he-did-NOT-SEE-that-coming, when he announced a war criminal as a war hero, it’s subliminal; I MISSED ZERO, huh, 
Mr. Speaker, I’d-ask-some-hard questions-of-the-floor before you, but you-know-as-well-as-I-do that our frustrations in the filibustering, 
n’ s’fru-stra-ting, 
but its TRUDEAU, 
N’ our discourse might be stalled BUT I AIN’T THRUDEAU, I ain’t finished, and-my-will-remains-un-dim-in-ished since Ot-ta-wa, 
We-got over-priced beef, 
And-its-red-raw, 
broke - laws, 
And-a-no - cause 
- pro-bob-le or otherwise, gone are-the-sun-ny-days , smile-n’- divide-us-wit-yer-sun-ny-ways, 
while-we pile up, 
In-the tent camps, 
while-you slander - come and fight us, 
seize-our assets, but-the hunger, 
and-the pain, come-to unite us, 

Mr. Speaker - 
I-may-be-just-a-ragin’, gen-o-cide waging, racist mysogynist terrorist with unacceptable views, who-we-have-to-ask-ourselves, do we make space for these fuckin’ people too, at least it’s what I heard on the news, but perhaps, I am confused, 

Mr. Speaker, 
I think we kinda abused, We’ve trashed all of our namesakes, our traditions and our allies as you so choose, but you don’t ask, while I wore a mask and I-locked-mys-elf-up-in-my-home-al-one while you took-all-the-things that I-come-to- lose, should-I-lay-it--out-forya-like-Blues Clues - got-a whiteboard and-a marker that-I can use - I call a point of order. 
The-lines-are-blurred-a-long-the-long-est-un-de-fend-ed border-n’ I-dun-no-how-we-can-af-ford--this-coun-ter-ev-ol-u-tion-ar-y horror sir; I-object, ‘n-I-hold-you-in-con-tempt, ’m-out here struggling to pay my rent and bills, falling-through-the-cracks but imma-take-my-pills, am I insane-or-is-it-all-just-our-social-ills,

Mr. Speaker, 
if-I-may-continue, I know my time is running short but-I must confide in you, 
I am losing confidence while we lose our rights, to self defense-under-the-false-flags and-the psy-ops, got-me-viewing pro-pa-gan-da-like-a-cyclops, tun-nel-vi-sion, te-le-vis-ion, and I didn’t think-it’was Wuhan, I-learned-th’mediums-the-mes-sage-Mc-Lu-han, weren’t no weapon, just politicized with bad intentions, and ya wonder at our misapprehension, can you not you feel all this tension, ain’t-gon-na-never, see a pension, meet a woman, buy a house and have a child, 

Mr. Speaker,
Even back at Emily Carr I was reviled, even back in those days in 2010, I was unacceptable then, 
because-I-was too white, 
too male, 
while-all-the-rest-of-you-of-fen-ded and too frail, at-least-when-you-teach-CRT-like-its-the-Holy Grail and you cease debate, because you’d hate to fail, 

Mr. Speaker, 
was I speaking moistly, I guess I’m just upset ‘cuz it wndn’t a choice see, 
I abandoned my education because you hate me, 
ignore me, n’ I guess you about to de-floor me and I wager that you fucking abhor me, ‘cuz I’m bored of you, I give back this bloodstained floor to you and whatever you got in store for me, you can hate and ignore me all you want to and send out a raid, just prorate me, you can slate me, I ain’t afraid see - so ignore me, unfriend me, you can end me, like your enemy, because I’m ready for the DAY I GET MAID FREE

"OH, Canada :/"

Almost heaven, West Virginia
Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, growing like a breeze

Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain mama
Take me home, country roads

All my memories gather 'round her
Miner's lady, stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye

Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain mama
Take me home, country roads

I hear her voice, in the morning hour she calls me
The radio reminds me of my home far away
Driving down the road, I get a feeling
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday

Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain mama
Take me home, country roads

Take Me Home, Country Roads

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Underneath this paper bag mask is a person who feels everything you feel, goes through the same things you go through, day to day, life to life. The bag is here for me; I am here for you. Love. Your pal, Murderwords

"OH, Canada :/"

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