I Will Survive (Original by Gloria Gainer)

Where Is My Mind (Original by The Pixies)

Have You Ever Had A Dream That You Could Do Anything?

Tomorrow Will Never Know (Original by Mac Miller)

You & Me (Original by Flume)

First Day Of My Life (Original by Bright Eyes)

this song is about that veterans of the u.s military kill themselves or OD at an super disproportionate rate compared with other demographics.  the last year of which there is available data was 2022, and there were an estimated 6,407 veteran suicides in this country, if we had 6,407 kia everyone would lose their mind.  however, it’s the model of selective giving a shit.  

i’m have not nor ever have been in the military, i’m kind of an anarchist, but the people who fought that war and basically all wars throughout time are what i think we should forever label “kids”.  not children, but a 20 year old is “just a kid” to me.  





steel and lead 

for my last meal, give me hot lead and steel
then leave me to bleed as i may 
i’ll be the whispering voice in the breeze crying 
“please don’t forgive me, i pray”

hot steel and lead sound perfect for the 
ache in my  head
make it quiet, make it cold 
im all in, and i fold

hot lead and steel however it feels
I’m afraid and lost far away

the powers that be fought each other through me
and i’m just as wretched as you
they said “Son, you were born so mothers could mourn”
until i believed it was true 

and then i found out, with no shred of doubt 
old men telling lies puts flies on young eyes


hot lead and steel, however it feels, 
I’m afraid and lost far away
/for my last meal, give me hot lead and steel
then leave me to bleed as i may 

i often wonder about the weight they live under
if they ever bathe in their shame 
If there was a God, i’d humbly pray
that salvation for them never came 

war is analogous to a fusion reaction: 
self sustaining, and out of control.
like when stars die, turn to iron inside 
and die, so that we may see the in light

for my last meal, give me hot lead and steel
then leave me to bleed as i may 

i’ll be the whispering 
voice in the breeze crying 
“please don’t forget me, i pray”

When Old Men Lie, Flies Crawl On Young Eyes

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