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Sold Out
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cw: death
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dana and enna side by side
living in places we shouldn't reside
squatting a factory then stealing away
trying to never not be in the way
selling off everything that we'd been given
spending the wintertime up in new england
falling asleep by a cast iron stove
then waking up wet from the snow in the cold
we were not rebels we followed our fates
like surveying errors of colonial states
that quickly will smooth themselves out to be gone
lines on a map that has never been drawn
preska and green perpetually bored
who never ran way but always ran towards
we called ourselves righteous we called ourselves bare
entitled in ways we were vaguely aware
but romance was calling and travel is true
and the future's a prison so what can you do
we never settled we never could
we did what we did with what we understood
we were not rebels we followed our fates
like surveying errors of colonial states
that quickly will smooth themselves out to be gone
lines on a map that has never been drawn
are all of us folk punks vaccines for dominion
are we the lands or the soldiers within them
it isn't easy but what else can we give
besides overwrought underthought performative politics
tossed in the backpacks our ancestors brought us
having nothing to do with the lessons they taught us
we search for our freedom no freedom we find
is freedom a place that we go when we die
dana and enna and preska and green
burdened with meaning but unable to mean
stay for a week leave in a minute
safe in our skin though we'd never admit it
til one afternoon we walked out on the burn
and we fell in the ice and we never returned
and our families stoically set up our graves
carved in block capitals incorrect names
calmly evacuated new england towns
named after places that you can find now
acres and acres of history drowned
lines on a map that has never been drawn
all of our deviances all of our plans
all of our dreams all of our demands
all of our anarcho folky punk bands
all of us all of us all of us equivalent lands
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This album is like cracking a cold 40 of steel reserve after fighting in a parking lot at 3 in the morning. If you could bottle youth it would be hard to get a better brew than this. databender