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Ideology averred
Ignorance they praise, exult
Like members of a cargo cult
They condemn the voice of journalists
And vote against their own interests

sands in the moonlight
The cargo cult was here
At the dance of the gumboot
The spirit will appear
Come join in the chorus
The song we want to hear

Pig

of all insurgency
The self-consumed commodity Of
cargo cult reality
I was born of god’s spite I
reflect my own light
I was never yours to create
Searching

years old
Rumored that it will fall
Magicians selling cult and cargo
But they won't sell us all
Dancing to a rhythm out of time
Never advancing or behind

Interference Patterns

Van der Graaf Generator

Trisector

2008

dissipates,
Michelson-Morley with a point to disprove,
Millikan oil drops
And the cargo-cult science evaporates,
Improbable physics on the move.

Nearer

of war?
Enchanted by a blood-rite fairy tale
A cargo cult of eternal failure
I won't construct your world of hatred
Separatism is fucking sick
I won't stew

mellow
Generate clear rundown, any cult could cargo
Aura of past life, wanted to be true
Easy back in time, error of their clue
Break a leaf shoot a snap

I'm a prime suspect

Lie today, Be right tomorrow
Lie today, Be right tomorrow
Lie today, Be right tomorrow
I maintain with faith I cargo
Lie today, Be

burning off, layered thick,
a cargo that I haul, wounds and loves unresolved.

I wake up with the sun in my eyes.
The present moment tries
but now I'm back

dare le chiavi a un mio broda
Bro ti vedo a pezzi
Si per due pezzi di coca
Qua cambiano i prezzi
E non propensano parola
Jeans troppo stretti
Metto cargo

It's the Year of the Aux, I'mma stay oxygenated
I ain't here for the rocks, I'm here for what we cultivated
As a cult of vagrants, the secret

nothing
Bag on me too what you was tryna purchase
Fashion seduced her I ain't tell her nothing
Bag on a garment probably wore it tossed it
Pads in my cargo

of his lessors

Since fine-throned Urania
Has sent me from Pieria
A golden cargo-boat laden
With glorious songs
To win the love of Terpsichore
We must

railroad
Muling it and a muling it and doing it so well yo
Never be a tortoise crossing borders like a pro yo
Moving narco as cargo from borough to borough