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SENATE VOTES FOR NEW BANK HOLIDAY ON GROUNDS THAT THE KIDS WANT IT - Josh Jones, Tucson.
The federal senate today passed the controversial “Consumers’ Day Bill” by a narrow margin, officially enacting a new holiday for bankers and the privileged. The day would honor the economic contributions of retail shoppers and is set to be observed on the final Monday of November.
The official language of the bill encourages consumers to clock out early, punch out for the weekend. No jet-setting, linger let it sink in. Monday morning, downer you’re still drinking. Sip quick, lean in,
“Now that’s a holiday. On a holiday, a bank holiday. Clock out early, man, you really earned this. Drop your worry, go ahead and get split, bank’s closed Monday, spend yourself on good times. They fly, blurring, into one great holiday.” On a holiday, a bank holiday.
It is hoped this momentum can produce a smooth transition. One Senator, opting to remain anonymous, stated that this is because "what the kids want, they can't touch until they’re much … too old." Finally, in your hands, slips from your grasp again. What it is, you can’t name, only know when it’s gone away.
What the kids want, they can try, they try and try. Try, they never get enough, just dirty mutts (dogs). Sniffing, barking up the same old tree again and again.
If a rhyme could make it all alright, I’d call a (w)rap tonight. If I could reach the notes so high, up with the stars. I swear they shine. They shine bright, right?
What the kids want, they can’t say. Only know the opposite, and to keep away. And one day, too late, find out it’s one and the same dark part of every sweet heart only waiting on the ways of escape. If a song could make it all alright, I’d pen a hit tonight. If I could reach the notes so high, up with the stars, I swear they shine. They shine bright, right?
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The Seamstress
02:54
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NEW SHOP THE SEAMSTRESS CAN NOT ONLY ALTER YOUR DRESS BUT YOUR DISPOSITION AS WELL - Addie Reese with Kira Misu.
A local business claims that a remarkable new procedure can tailor one’s attitude and outlook through careful fitting of the clothes and intimate relationships. If you’re stretched out, waiting on a seamstress to stitch you up and get your torn heart mended, the dress that she wore her own hands had made it. The words that she swore, waxing ostentatious.
Her curves, clinging quite outrageous, and her words:
“Bless our modern English, so few words left between us, so little to believe in.” Believe it!
Don’t worry, when you’re ragged she’s got every fabric. Don’t worry, when you’re feeble electri-city hurries her needles. And her words were quite outrageous, when she swore:
“Bless our modern English, so few words left between us, so little to believe in.” Believe it - stitch me up!
Just a little alteration, and the doom of expectation. Stitch me up just a little alteration, and the hem. Don’t worry when you’re ragged, she’s got every fabric. Don’t worry when you’re feeble, electri-city hurries her needles.
Stitch me up. Three stitches in us. Four more to touch, five come alive. Stitch me up six stitches tonight. Seventh stitch in heaven. Eight stitches and the hem.
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Worst Case
03:26
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PRESIDENT URGES PATIENCE, ASKING “WORST CASE SCENARIO, AND WHAT IS SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN, EXACTLY?” - J. J. Crawford
You build it every day, made of all you hide away, from everyone, most of all yourself. All of the things people say, just get in the way for those like you who go ahead anyway. You take, and take, and take, and take, it’s ok, what’s the worst case.
Who is the worst of us, when we all care too much? What is the worst to do, lie or tell the truth? When deceit will keep the peace, we debase honesty. What are you gonna do, which evil will you choose?
Advancing in the way you lie and cheat and shame on everyone caught dead in defilade.
Who is the worst of us, when we all care too much? What is the worst to do, lie or tell the truth? When deceit will keep the peace, we debase honesty. What are you gonna do, which evil will you choose?
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Shot Down At Dawn
04:34
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POLICE DISCOVER THE BODY OF WOMAN SUSPECTED OF BEING SHOT DOWN AT DAWN - with R. Drumbledore and Alexis McKee, Rose Park.
Tiptoe down in the sound of all her waking scorn. Whisper-light, out of sight, new day being born. Coffee cup not enough to filter her. You and I spent all night going back and forth.
For What it’s worth,
I shot her down. I shot her down. I shot her down for hanging around too long this morning. I shot her down.
Tiptoe down no no sound, hush now, whisper-light. Fingernail’s midnight detail begs the sun for sight where I,
Shot her down. I shot her down. I shot her down for hanging around too long this morning. I shot her down dead at dawn.
A body was discovered Monday afternoon partially submerged in the Jordan River, obscured by reeds. Police stated that the body had been in the water for some time and was severely decomposed. Despite outcry from the neighborhood, investigators could not comment on the cause of death. One, two, three.
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Too Big To Fail
02:29
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TREASURY DEPT. DECLARES ANY CORP. VITAL TO NATIONAL INTERESTS NOW COVERED UNDER TOO BIG TO FAIL ACT - Izzy Gea & K. Ira Elle, New York.
Don’t care what they’re selllin,' money games and the way they play them. Don’t care what’s in fashion, style season ain’t worth trackin’. Don’t care, too big to fail
Dig dig diggin’ a hole, how low does it go (how low does it go)? Digging for the grail, too big to fail.
Got no time for points of interest, income streams feed poisoned cisterns. Give no care to finite resource, far beyond all legal recourse. Don’t care, too big to fail.
Dig dig diggin’ a hole, how low does it go (how low does it go)? Digging for the grail, too big to fail.
Diggin’ a hole, how low does it go, diggin’ a hole, how low does it go, digging for the grail, too big to fail.
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Ride the Wave
06:27
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COASTAL AREAS AFFECTED BY CLIMATE CHANGE ENCOURAGED TO RIDE THE WAVE - Bob Gonsalves, Anaheim.
As storms worsen, residents are urged to brace themselves. Just a lovely girl riding that third wave; a lonely boy caught up and swept away. She won’t sing just any tragedy and he don’t dance even if it is upbeat. Up the beat, up the beat, up the beat. Oh oh, yeah yeah.
Waves crash, don’t take it personal. It’s just that she don’t like it close at all, oooooooh boy, and all they do for joy brings out such negativity. But they’re alike, can’t sleep at night, so why not?
So they’re visiting down south almost every single day. Never satisfied, still call each other out to hang. All they wanted was to trip right down memory lane. Pitfalls, traps, all still the same old ones, old ones, oh ohhh.
Waves crash, don’t take it personal. It’s just that she don’t like it close at all, oooooooh boy, and all they do for joy brings out such negativity. And they struggle without a lover, so why not? Why not, why not, oh ohh, why not, why not, oh ohh,
And their bodies’ getting lonely, so why not?
I swear that there must be magnets in your eyes pulling me to chase, for your embrace sends me to a place where I would forsake my name just to ride that waaaaaave, crash, don’t take it personal. It’s just that she don’t like it close at all, oooooooh boy, and all they do for joy brings out such negativity. But they’re alike, can’t sleep at night, and they struggle without a lover, ‘till their bodies get lonely, so why not?
‘Cuz you’re so goddamn hard to please, you seem to stay angry when you’re happy.
And you’re just too naive,
Always have been, the biggest fool for fantasy.
And you’re just too hard on me, you even will put down my apologies,
You’re too easily enthralled at the slightest hint of interest,
Well you’re just too hard to read when you go hot to cold in just one second,
And I’m just so lonely I guess that’s why I ever put up with this, but now,
You’re too hard to please, and, you’re too hard on me, and, you’re too hard to read, you are just god damn hard to be around.
So ride the wave. Ride the wave. Ride the wave, ride the waaaaave. See them ride, ride, ride the wave, way way out to sea, far far away from me. Ride, ride, ride the wave, see them ride.
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Helltrain
05:32
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DISABLED VETERANS TO BE TRANSFERRED FROM HOSPITALS TO SPECIAL HELLTRAIN THAT BEGINS TRAVELING THE COUNTRY THIS MONDAY - Lee Rafael, Bethesda.
Citing swelling concerns over the absurd cost of human compassion, when I wrote it down you cursed me and the worst is I’m still burning with desire and we’re both liars, hiding in plain sight. Say it with our eyes.
And we’ll meet both strangers in the rain someday, just waiting on that same hell-bound train. At least it’s one way. One way we’ll be the same.
Thought I knew you before. Guess my judgement was poor. What you’d never say was my real name. I guess duplicity can make it easy to forget the shame of breaking our hearts just to save face.
And we’ll meet both strangers in the rain someday, just waiting on that same hell-bound train. At least it’s one way, one way we’ll be the same.
Don’t you think, don’t you think that I’d do anything to get it back on the track? Well I failed, you bent the rail. Twist my words ‘till you turn all honesty to nails. Now the coffin’s closed, six below, and I still hear the sound of slammin’ steel, grindin’ gears, all the brakes on our mistakes, sealed our fate that day.
And you’d rather we’re just strangers in the rain, when you know deep down we’re two of the same. Well, that’s ok. Someday, we’ll feel the flames.
Now you just stay drunk, caught in your mama’s rut. Like a prison cell, you made your hell. Ain’t no pickup truck strong enough to bear the weight of your hate takes a whole damn train.
And we’ll meet both strangers in the rain someday, ooh oooooh. Just waiting on that same hell-bound train, oooh at least it’s one way. One way we’ll be the same.
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Hearing Loss
04:48
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EPIDEMIC OF HEARING LOSS SWEEPS THE NATION! - Luke Stevenson, Chicago.
Emotional deafness is spreading amidst the cacophony as the Great Lakes board of public health delayed a crucial vote a third time. Turn it down, say turn it down. A tired sound fills an empty town. I heard it fade. Yes, I heard it fade. Filled in its place with empty praise.
Word gets around, the fastest sound of defeat. Wannabe deaf, dumb, unseen. That song that strains, neither rising nor falling, I heard it go. Yeah, I know, I know. I heard it.
Turn it off. They say, turn it off. An awful sound from an empty cloth. I heard it go. I heard it go. A vacancy full of violent glow.
Word gets around, the fastest sound of defeat. Wannabe, deaf, dumb, unseen. That song that strains, neither rising nor falling, I heard it go. Yeah I know, I know. I heard it…go…?
Turn it down. Turn it down (it gets turned down). Ohh whoah, I heard it fade. I heard it fade (and it fades). Turn it off. Turn it off (it gets turned turned off). Ohh whoah, I heard it go, I heard it go. And it…GOES!
Word gets around. Word gets around (it’ll get around). Word gets around. Word gets around (it’ll come around). Turn it off, oh ohh. Turn it off (it gets turned).
Turn it off. Turn it off.
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Genre Zero Salt Lake City, Utah
Genre Zero |ˈ zh änrə ˈzērō| noun: A cardinal point of artistic composition with the value Ø (undefined), from which a positive or negative quantity is reckoned.
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