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Robert Inhuman, about "Autonomy"

This song spells out a lot of how I feel about peoples' roles in our society; how fear and personal interests affect our choices to take action or not. The lyrics are prompted by a poster I designed during our summer tour in 2008, which was motivated by the suspense of the U.S. presidential election a few months later. The poster read something like this:

Can we afford not to care; to drop out this year?

Like inmates at the notorious Guantanimo Bay camp, even if proven innocent, we will be detained until this diabolically ironic "WAR ON TERROR" ends. Under current U.S. administration there is proudly no end in sight.

Can we afford not to care; to drop out THIS year? YOUR PRIVILEGE; quit fronting like it's otherwise. How will you use it?

A lack of action will never ensure your innocence. Will you contribute to the U.S. indulgence in a Kitty Genovese scenario multiplied by thousands? Will you aid in humanity's imperial legacy; humanity's cannibal lust for any resource classified as exclusive or satisfying of gluttony no matter how temporary?

Look at the Earth and every legitimate problem for life on it. What cannot be traced to human decision? Why would our decisions to solve these problems be without the very same flaws? "OUTSIDE MY SELF"

I'd always exempted myself from the farce of mainstream administrative processes, but even THIS year? U.S.A. / HUMANITY

The PRIVILEGE of one will always risk the TORTURE of many. Be it paraded on media headlines or far from blind eyes; celebrity does NOT make a pain's significance.

REAL CIDE = REAL DEATH = REAL CHANGE / your ability to change. "The only thing that needs to change is what's inside of me." I'd like to be more alert this time around...

REPORTS FROM THE COLISEUM (excerpt) by EVOLVE

The coliseum is a romantic person's nightmare. I pledge allegiance to the perpetual cycle of indifferent fools. Scavengers of Earth that scorch her beauty. Tired highway speaking with the lonely night. Calm down: take a look inside one's self and breathe repeatedly. A focus can be reached beyond the television. Beyond the walls the coliseum built around us. Round and round and round, forever turning. The merry-go-round of life, we must step off. Step forward. It is a new age for man and woman that is NOW beginning. Begin new life with us. Join the resistance outside the coliseum. Outside of all indifferent futures that foolish men have preached. The governor is out of touch and can't be reached. He sits high atop a hill of buffalo skulls with a smeared ill giggling shit grin. Bubbling laughter that wraps around us like a strangling cape. He is sizing the crowds up in preparation for his entry in the coliseum. He rides in on a white tiger of leprosy. He is dressed like a lavish swindler, gold and diamonds shining. He says, "High up kites remove the guilt from me," the first of many uttered curse before the games begin. "We got it now we got it now so let's keep rolling. The wars that I create are always righteous. You are holy mind fuck to my righteous hard-on. My excrement is raspberry diamond ice cream; buy it for your children, or else GO HOME." The governor has never been one for speeches. He dematerializes instantly and returns to his perch high above the crowds.

(All lonely men are wicked sinners. Companionship and brotherhood are duties here on earth. Beyond the coliseum. Beyond the imaginary world of distant kings.)

The light of hope is shining. The tunnel isn't darkness, it's a path that's filled with light. We are but a single entity in sight. We must go on. We must push forward. On and on we roam. We make a call and all is all, cosmic telephone. They make sarcastic comments with a whimpered kind of speech and they drink their beers in bars on blocks from places I can't reach. But I reach deep down, I reach within, you do not know my name. But it does not matter now our heartbeat's one the same. Everyone they gather round a distant kind of flame, we warm our hands, and our hearts, our minds, the status quo remain. If we focus one reality we all become the same. If we remove the "I" the "you" we don't know who to blame. The suffering of Earth increased by holocaustic rain. When we're all a one, a unity, we all suffer the same. We don't start wars with doubletalk pretending that there's blame. Recourse actions when all is blind the mammals do not see. The wickedness they harbor with their own hypocrisy. We move beyond the walls they build to keep us locked within. Statuesque and broadcast out with diplomatic grin. We don't pay much attention to such clinically defined, aristocrat barbarians without a heart or mind. We move beyond their barriers. We're pushing forward still. We're not taking corporate medicines that make us twice as ill. We're not falling for their microwave agendas or their thrills. Rollercoaster pills, side holster automatic beer can poster static and roasted swill. Television on the mind wave engraved make the pavement stain the same blood flag red of American pain. Citizens drifting in and out of a complacent flame. We all burn one and the same. Same as a building or gasoline ring. Circus humanity built up like stacks of wax. Generational deficit of organic tax. When we're talking about solid matter we're talking about something that's malleable and not fact. We need sustainable living here on Earth and that's a fact. That's that and there ain't no arguing back. Focused with a calm composure, the green movement is much bigger that your precious knapsack of this and that, this and that. Material vendetta goes flat... There ain't no heartbeat in that. Follow psychic alphabets to form new words and new worlds beyond one dimensional proverbs. Politicians trick the populist with double-meaning words that flip. They are acrobatic stage performers, their slimy entrails drip. Everyone around them sees that their costumes a disguise. But they fool them anyway with clever alibis. On and on around us the centuries of man unfold. Yes we've changed a little bit but now the change it must be bold. The centuries of man depleted worthless in our graves. Time bomb of the century a human pin grenade. Earth is sacred mother as we merge into her one. Time is not so infinite when time is finally done.

(An exert form the upcoming Evolve novel Reports From The Coliseum)

lyrics

your crusade isn't mine - your jihad isn't mine
xenophobic on each side - your hate is defined by pride

NO WAR CAN BE WON
unless you accept a nation's children as fodder for a gun
that backfires and bloodstains our decisions
it's foreign - it's domestic - the same either way - victims

but am I among these "victims"
when I got a brain in my skull and warm blood in my body
can I really claim I ain't a cell in the system
when I had reach to the resources that could stop that gun from firing?
when I had reach to the resources that could keep my conscience from dying??
when I have access to a solution I call compassion combined with REALLY TRYING???

your crusade isn't mine - your jihad isn't mine
I'm not pacified just cos I'm not the one who's next to die
(what difference should that make?)

"in full force"
...when winning is based on ethnocentric death
in our fucking civilization, based on who is left
after a game called genocide and another familiar one called wealth
burning to death in oil, so a few sociopaths can keep their good health

what could I have access to and would I grab it even if I did?

your crusade isn't mine - your jihad isn't mine
xenophobic on each side - your hate is defined by pride
your crusade isn't mine - your jihad isn't mine
using god as your alibi - you don't speak for me when you lie
your crusade isn't mine - your jihad isn't mine
I'm not pacified just cos I'm not the one who's next to die
(what should that matter?)

credits

from Resisting The Viral Self LP​/​CD (2007​-​2009), released March 29, 2009
Evolve: hardware and software electronics.
Robert Inhuman: words, voice.

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