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Holland's Bones - 1908
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In 1908 tensions mounted within the state. South of the boundary rebel actions surmounting to actualize now intimidate. The threat of insurgence, a flood of tide movements, struck fear in the eyes of the law sufficient to influence physical movements of political offices. Petitions signed in forth actions to pack up ox carts with documents and establish the center of their sovereignty, to maintain their hierarchy. This town was named after a man who not only brought law to the land but also did his best to see its just demand to take a stand, lend his hand and, transcend notions of his place and time. But the courtesy he offered men of other races was not inclined to benefit the needs of corporate colonial gentrification. Take me to the place where the strip malls grow. These streets that we live in were once orchards of citrus groves. Some are still there and some are not. Some are buildings, homes, and parking lots. How can these streets that we live in be called home? These streets that we live in, the cities we live in, the lives that we’re livin’, the things that we’re given. These streets that we live in were once orchards of citrus groves. These dingy fields evoke the thought. Tombstones of a local juggernaut... not.
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La grande alarma que hoy pasa en San Antonio, Laredo, por el gran furor y miedo, querian acabar la raza. Cuando llegan los cherifes Gregorio se presento: por la buena si me llevan porque de otro modo no. Each with his pistol defended his right. Tiro con rumbo a Gonzalez sin ninguna timidez: siganme rinches cobardes, yo soy Gregorio Cortez. Decia Gregorio Cortez con su pistola el la mano: no siento hablero matado al que siento es a mi hermano. Each with his pistol defended his right. Decia el cherife mayor como queriendo llorar: Cortez entrega tus armas, no te vamos a matar. Decia Gregorio Cortez con su pistola en la mano no corran, rinches cobardes, con un solo Mexicano.
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Before they left my home they strung me up, tied a noose around my throat, I was just 15 years old and my papa’d just gone. I dangled for a minute as they questioned me; I couldn’t see , I couldn’t breathe, much less find the words to speak of my father’s involvement in banditry. It seems like we were guilty by default. The faceless dance though their desperate quiver tends to trespass barefoot on this swindled land. Take me down to the mouth of the river, to the place where I was born. In her morning gown with hair of silver abuelita con mis tios come to mourn. In grandpa’s arms mama weeps and shivers, tears stream from her eyes cross and forlorn. In our front yard the cowardly ranger’d shot my papa standin’ right on our front porch; cause he went across that river and he lay down to sleep when their was nothing but him between the devil and the Rio Grande. Well he took from us we didn’t dare take from him, but when someone did we offered them a hand. Now every Mexicano across this land has a pint of blood beelzebub demands. A white dove perches above me, on the parallel of a power line. Gazing up as I rest on my back, through the aroma of a soft new grown grass. Stretches its wings and floats over the irrigation canals which run like cracks in our hands and down to the warm familiar earth now situated on the other side.
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Technology makes me wanna take my phone and crawl into a dead space. Wrap my eyes around the screen; I’m wide awake, life’s but a dream. I can last pretty long but when the power shuts off we’ll see. It’s alienating operating their machines, our relationships are constraining. My eyes are glazing over melting into the screen. We can only do this so long before people stop knocking on our front door. You can only do this so long before you never even leave the house. Now our children can’t even begin to imagine a world without bells and whistles or flashing lights. If you can’t do without you better say goodnight. Don’t walk toward the light. Don’t go toward the light. When I die make sure you attend the event and like it on facebook. Put it in your instant que. Take a picture of me dead and post on your tumblr. Don’t bother getting out of bed or getting dressed when you can just watch it on the youtube. Modern existence makes us feel human, makes us somewhat unique but reminds me of the predicament of a ticking time bomb, weapons always seem so nice when they’re yours. There’s a red wire, a blue wire, a green wire, I just don’t know which one to cut. Technology, taking one step forward and two steps back. Designs once utilized to simplify life’s complexity are transformed, controlling deviations of our lives further from reality. Featherless bipeds with I-pads, a flock of dodo birds. Whatever happened to conversations and books being the source of words. Now we can’t help but write and talk the way that we text. Am I just getting old, can’t keep up with cultures next… or maybe they’re just featherless bipeds with I-pads, a flock of dodo birds.
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if we can't change ourselves, how will we ever change the world if blue is for boys and pink is for girls? it starts with everyday, they control everything we say, some people do drugs some people pray to try to escape this pain that we call life, then we run into the night but if you need to fight to feel alive. It's gotta start with us. It's gotta start with uh uh us. It's gotta start with us. woah oh oh. It's gotta start with us. It's gotta start with uh uh us. It's gotta start with us. woah oh oh. And we do it to ourselves. We might as well be living in shells. The people who created wealth, they're the same people that we get our ideas from. Stolen land and stolen lives, I understand there's no compromise but let's remember who our enemies are and stop focusing on just fighting the symptoms. Everyday when we lie, all we do is hurt the people we love, if you need to fight to feel alive. Why are people ignoring the voices we're raising? Why do people still identify with their nation? Why do we perpetuate, instead of erasing, their bullshit concepts when we can build something amazing? It's gotta start with us. It's gotta start with uh uh us. It's gotta start with us. woah oh oh. It's gotta start with us. It's gotta start with uh uh us. It's gotta start with us. woah oh oh.
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Lettin' My Hair Down
06:50
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I was as perfect as a housewife could be. Shame you didn’t appreciate all my deeds. Who’s gonna pour your cup with coffee. Sugar darling, that woman ain’t me. I said I ain’t never coming back. In fact I’ve packed almost every bag I have. How could I marry a high school kid that to this day hasn’t grown a bit. I wonder who’s gonna tender mother to your needs. I’ll tell you sugar, you couldn’t do without me. I’m not sorry that you killed that man, even though we never intended things to be like that. Now that I left for sure, Louise and I we’re on our way to Mexico. I realize living under your shoe never was home. So don’t you bother tryin’ to track me down no more. Maybe if my past wasn’t so rough, I could muster enough strength to tell you what happened back in Texas and why we can’t go there. Thelma, I love you so much, that’s why I killed that man and why we can’t ever return again. We’ll die together in the end. You’re more than just my best friend. I’ve got one foot in the grave and the other’s on the pedal again, so I might as well spark another cigarette. Who’d have thought a weekend, drinkin’, and fishin’ with my girl in the mountains could end like that. The blood on your face reminds me why I chose to shoot him. The gun’s in my hand it was a mournless execution. We both made mistakes I’m sorry I chose to blame the victim (I’m sorry it wasn’t me who shot him), now we’re cuttin’ through this land isn’t this some god damn vacation. All my life I’ve always been naïve. But I surprised myself with my knack for robbery. Now we’re travelin’ through whiskey dreams, in a thunderbird convertible like outlaws should be. Never have I felt my eyes so wide. Never have I felt so god damn alive. Louise, you are the love of my life. Louise (Thelma), you are the love of my life. There’s no one else in the world I’d rather die with but you. Thelma… Louise, you are the love of my life.
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my current state is making it hard to enthusiastically exchange thoughts
and ideas with everyone
trying so hard to socialize
because when i find myself staring into space i regret not doing more with my night
instead of smoking so many cigarettes
and watching time pass by
because if time keeps moving then maybe these stupid feelings will subside
i remember everything about you, i just can't recall your face
my perception of things are never as vivid as i'd like them to be
what i convey will sound vague when muddled with my sensitivity
i've grown up being told that i'm special
but mostly i just feel cursed
this melody won't leave my head
it resonates throughout my skull and tends to keep me awake
i remember everything about you, i just can't recall your face
everything is cool yeah everythings just fine
i only wish that we could have prolonged our goodbyes
"she finished her cigarette and flicked it into the river. why do you smoke so damn fast i asked. she looked at me and smiled widely and it might've looked goofy were it not for the elegance in her eyes. she smiled with all the delight of a kid on christmas morning and said 'yall smoke to enjoy it, i smoke to die"
i smoke to die
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remember all those things you whispered as i woke from reality
now i'm sitting in the back of a stationed car at two in the morning
the city streets, the hazy hues have made my heart complete
while i swayed from uncertainty to short lived bliss, you really did love me
the city streets, the hazy hues have finally caught up to me
and i fell, fell drifted off to sleep in the back of your car like i usually do
dreaming of writing letters to my ghost lovers
its all i can do to keep my feet from this puddle of blue
and as far as i can tell none of them resemble you
i held on so long and tight to your reflection that i came to the conclusion this could never be (never, ever be)
i held on so long and tight to your reflection that the mirror began cracking
the city streets, the hazy hues have finally caught up to me
/painting a darkened picture of your skin, i don't even know where to begin/
i'll grind my forehead on this sandpaper wall
until i cant feel my face at all,
until theres nothing left to think about all
dreaming of writing letters to my ghost lovers
its all i can do to keep my feet from this puddle of blue
and as far as i can none of them resemble you
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summer breeze is cutting right through me
breathing, living seems so easy
when the sun won't stop pestering you
when sleeping is all i ever wanna do
so i guess i'll go out
leaving mudtracks on the sidewalks of this town
analyze the birds twirling in the sky
the tattered trees that lost their leaves
when will it rain again
instead of crying, talking to the monsters hiding under my bed
summer breeze is cutting right through me
breathing, living seems so easy
when its been years since you caught a whiff of morning dew
when its been years since you felt mentally grounded in your solitude
so i guess i'll go out
leaving mudtracks on the sidewalks of this town
analyze the birds twirling in the sky
the tattered trees that lost their leaves
when will it rain again
instead of crying, talking to the monsters hiding under my bed
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when i stop to notice everything around me all i can feel is dead
everyones filled with a certain vibrancy
why hasn't it caught up to me?
i still don't hope for anything better
than my personal heaven and hell
look me in the face when you are sad
i want to see the honesty inside you
the dark hurt that bites you in your sleep
when you grit your teeth goodnight
i want to see you smile when the sun frowns at us
you'll appreciate what it is to be alive
look me in the face when you are sad
i want to see the honesty inside you
the dark hurt that bites you in your sleep
when you grit your teeth goodnight
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Frontera Death Folk Edinburg, Texas
Frontera Death Folk is a DIY record label formed by like-minded individuals residing and creating music in the Rio Grande Valley of South Texas. It is associated with Simply Neci@s and Vicky's 2012 income tax return. We enjoy producing, listening to, and promoting music that encourages freedom of expression, open dialogue, and that has an overall positive message and effect on our community. ... more
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