Enya from Demo by Love in Hell

The fires are burning faster and the floodwaters are rising
ASMR healing cannot mend a ruined building
We’re careening round the bend and the brake cables are broken
From the melting polar ice the frozen anthrax has awoken
Working on yourself with therapeutic readjustment is no substitute for revolutionary movement.
Diversity of tactics: any move you can employ!
Buy a magic candle made from GMO soy.

Levitate the Pentagon, I mean, you might as well
Recognize your time is not your own to buy or sell
Peg your self contentment to the price of crude oil
Are you well-adjusted? Are the microbes in your soil?
Watch your carbon footprint, bike to work, and film the cops
Are you going mental? Are you swayed by secret ops?
Is the plastic in your face wash carpeting the ocean floor?
Have you given every ounce? Can you give a little more?

Visit sites of murder just to get a pretty picture
While the Mormons on the train try to sell you on their scripture
Write opinion pieces about real estate corruption
While you’re living in the shadow of St. Helen’s next eruption
Wake up every morning wondering if there’s a point
Trying acupuncture for the swelling in your joints
Recite your affirmations, register to vote by mail
What will happen if you lose? What happens if you fail?

I long for the touch of a crushed velvet sleeve upon my arm
To fly through sepia-tinted clouds to somewhere warm
I don’t want to spend my life preparing for a coup
I just want to bask upon the sand by waters of Caribbean blue

I don’t want to fight my fellow man for packaged foods
I’d rather just space out to the TV ads for Pure Moods
See the blossoming branches draped in winter snow
Float in an inner tube on the surface of the Orinoco flow

Riding through the castle gates astride my noble steed
Into utopian realms where no-one lacks their basic need
May it be a beacon shining from afar
May it guide us onward, may it be an evening star

• Punk
• pure moods
• pure pop for now people
• twee
• Portland