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I don’t want anyone to hear my voice out on the road
Though they’re probably just like me
Cooped up in their homes we have no other choice it seems…
So I’m sending this one out
The only way that I know how.
Pandemic music, this is pandemic music
This is pandemonium
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Flatten The Curve
02:32
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Flatten the curve!
For the foreseeable future
You are forced to remain at home
My thoughts go out to those
Who have to go through this alone
The numbers may shoot through the roof
Of the people who shoot through the roof…of their mouths…
Quarantine is such a hostile word
But we need it to shine we’ve got to flatten the curve
They say the sickness is our enemy but I swear everyday it seems more like me
My first thought in the morning’s how I’m going to stay busy
Checklists seem to help resolve some of the anxiety
I feel the itch to read, to to learn, to improve
But I usually end up staring out the window by noon
Digital faces, pixilated conversations
Held with those who are closest to me
I hate to say it, regurgitate this
But proximity is such a distant feeling…
Quarantine is such a hostile word
But we need it to shine we’ve got to flatten the curve
They say the sickness is our enemy but I swear everyday it seems more like me
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Another evening watching Tiger King
How many shows can we watch
How late can we stay up
After we put the kids to sleep?
I know I put my contacts in weirdly
But I couldn’t see more clearly
This quarantine has seemed to bring
My family closer
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When my future kids ask about this self-isolation
I’ll tell them: “It was just like summer vacation…”
Let me out!
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Ennui
00:55
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Bored Games
03:55
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An invisible weight on my chest
I feel it compress
Til there’s nothing left
It’s robbing me of quality breaths
And causing manic delusions of stress
I want to take you in
Like I want to take in air
But as I peer into darkened corners
It seems like you’re not there…
My greatest fear is that they’ll carry us out in bodybags
All three of us…
Oh, God, tell me, what have I done to deserve this?
I know til now I’ve prayed casually
But turns for the worst have changed me drastically
You’re the God of my youth, could you be the God of my present please?
It feels like we’re playing games
And it only heightens the pain
Why won’t you make some kind of change and take my pain away
My greatest fear is that they’ll carry us out in bodybags
All three of us…
Oh, God, tell me, what have I done to deserve this?
I know til now I’ve prayed casually
But turns for the worst have changed me drastically
You’re the God of my youth, could you be the God of my present please?
I don’t want to play
Any more games
Won’t you reach down and take
This virus away…
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Heroes Work Here
04:54
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What did you see, was it really that bad?
To take yourself out of the game you worked so hard at keeping people in?
I understand that we all need a break
Burnout is reality
But breaking your skin’s not the choice to make
…and I don’t think it’ll change a thing
This sickness still needs to be fought
We need you
You’re the next patient’s one last shot
We need you
I can’t understand what you’re going through but
We need you
Hold fast to hope, hold fast to God
‘Cause we need you
Well I guess this is a tribute
To all those people like you
Who thought this virus was to much for them to get through
And I apologize for your PTSD
It’s a horrific thing
But we needed you, we didn’t want you to leave
This sickness still needs to be fought
We need you
You’re the next patient’s one last shot
We need you
I can’t understand what you’re going through but
We need you
Hold fast to hope, hold fast to God
‘Cause we need you
I recognize the headline
The place you went
Wasn’t that far away
From where we live
I’ll never understand
Taking your own life
I’ll never understand….
suicide
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When my future kids ask about this self-isolation
I’ll tell them it was just like summer vacation…
Except with fear and imprisonment baked in
And instead of trips to the beach
We sat at home enrobed in anxiety
And here’s the thing: I wasn’t even anxious about the disease
But because I know what it’s like to lock me in a room…
with me….
Oh, God, it happened again
Where my thoughts have turned as dark as the clouds above my head.
I’ve never planned out suicide but I swear today it’s simpler not to be alive.
When my demons are standing, right in front of me
The mirror reveals them, so much clearer than my computer screen
I wish this sickness could be fixed with a switch
I’m tired of feeling this, I want to meet my future kids.
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Black Sheep
06:33
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I went for a run this morning, just like you
And in my mind I heard a car behind and a gun shoot
And as the bullet passed through my head I fell to the pavement
My corpse waited patiently for someone to claim it
A neighbor may and then they’d make a call to the officers
And Jamie would be notified and rush off from work
To the hospital where I’m being examined by the coroner
And through misty eyes she’d identify my pale cadaver
There may be press, maybe a vigil, maybe coverage on the news
And that’s more than we did for you...
It’s awful it took so long for us to conclude,
But I truly believe
Every black life matters
There are no black sheep
In the eyes of the father
As I fall asleep tonight after a day of hard work
The farthest thing from my mind are agents at the door
With guns drawn and shields on in the middle of the night
Armed to their teeth which reek of their pride
You thought you were protected, they came in unannounced
Your lover had a weapon and he fired one out
A warning, a scare shot, a hope to alarm
Fired through the smoke, not intending any harm
But they took it as a threat, they took it as a challenge
10 blindly shot bullets echoed in your apartment
At least 8 struck your body, still lying in your bed
You suffered for a moment, then gave up your spirit
I lay thinking about these things in my suburban home
It’s true, I’ll never know the fear you experienced so long...
But I truly believe
Every black life matters
There are no black sheep
In the eyes of the father
Was it actually me kneeling down on your neck?
I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe...did I hear what you said?
Is this all a dream or is Martin’s Dream dead?
My privilege is ignorance but to you I confess
That I truly believe
Every black life matters
There are no black sheep
In the eyes of the father
Ahmaud, Breonna, George...I’m sorry
Atatiana, Aura, Stephon...I’m sorry
Botham, Philando, Alton...I’m sorry
Michelle, Freddie, Janisha...I’m sorry
Eric, Akai, Gabriella...I’m sorry
Tamir, Michael, Tanisha...I’m sorry
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Bleach Injection
04:10
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(To all my friends, who think they’re better on the weekends
Than when they’re alive during the week
Do you pretend
That you’re in control of your body
When it’s the drugs and alcohol that help you fall asleep…)
You want a solution to fix all this
But I need you to exercise a little bit of patience
We want results as quick as we can get them
He’s no different, he’s no different…
What’s going to make you happy?
Oh I agree he’s an idiot
Won’t admit to the obvious evidence of scientists
But the things you use to feel complacent
Are they as harmful as his suggestion?
Bleach injection
To all my friends, who think they’re better on the weekends
Than when they’re alive during the week
Do you pretend
That you’re in control of your body
When it’s the drugs and alcohol that help you fall asleep…
It’s true
A bleach injection will kill you
But who’s to say the drugs you use
Won’t do the same thing, too
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When my future kids ask about this self-isolation,
I’ll tell them it was just like summer vacation…
They’re are a lot of things that have changed us
Why do you feel the need to wear masks and gloves?
To protect others and not just yourself?
Are you saying life has intrinsic value and worth?
What a beautiful revelation!
I hope you cherish this view and continue loving our neighbors
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CM4620-IE
02:33
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Could this be the thing that saves us?
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13. |
Social Disdaining
04:08
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I’m tired of being stuck in this house
I love my family but I’ve got to get out
I can’t spend another afternoon
Drinking whiskey with nothing to do
I’m sick of this sickness, can I get a witness?
Disdaining this distance, it’s starting to kill me
I wish I could finish the projects I begin
I’ve got nothin to do yet I can’t do anything…
I need to get outside
So I can breathe
But I can’t without a mask covering my face
I just want to get the hell out of this place
So I can get outside and breathe
But I can’t leave
I know it seems this virus is trying to deny us of fulfilling our basic human need
We weren’t made to be alone, and talking on the phone can’t replace you being here with me
But I pray
I pray to God
That this pandemic is something we can learn from
And I hope
That with all this time you’ve got
That you pray too so you can learn the person you’re supposed to become
I hope you find out the person you’re supposed to become
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