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Matt Svendsen


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Gender: Male
Status: Divorced
Age: 30
Sign: Sagittarius

City: Portland
State: Oregon
Country: US
Signup Date: 1/31/2005

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Monday, January 05, 2009 
Thought I would post lyrics for upcoming songs you will be hearing me spew out, being perhaps the most discontent bastard alive. Some of these are really old and some are new...

SHOOTING STARS OVER VSETÍN
It's not supposed to happen this way
why must it be so commonplace?
i can't live with all this destruction caused
by so-called natural selection and depression.
Our eulogy played from the only lit window,
reminding us that this type of connection can't last.
the affliction of denial is the very skin we live and die in
and just like them, when it's over we're not ever coming back.
If i be still enough iI might survive this exit.
i could say i lost control, i never had it to begin with.
just as a night on those streets is a universal gift;
so is the empty feeling of a loss like this.
And all the upsetting things which keep us from sleep;
nothing could have prepared us for all of this grief.
the only cure for the pain of hope is being reassured by possibilities.
our continents will connect again but by then we'll all be long dead.
And i stilll wonder if those two stars
were meant to be aimed at you and me.
i confess it's what I hoped for,
to be forever liberated from our miseries.
(for Karolina Misiewicz and her family -2005)

DENOMINATIONS
I don't care what your denomination is
crust punk, straight edge, or emo kid
there is more to this culture than pointing that finger
insipid complacency will fucking waste you
Cheap thrills aren't so cheap after all
you think you're strong but then you fall.
our unity's not so pure after all
we think we're strong but then we fall
(-2002)

S.O.A.
The school of americas is
still open for destruction
"western hemisphere institute…" blah fucking blah
yea, and you still fucking suck!
Unions threaten corporate dominion
so they are put in their graves
class war is in your glass of coke
and it still tastes like their blood
State of alert!
It's the coolest thing Rollins has ever done
and the school of assassins
has fucking covered it in blood.
(-2007)

PANDORA'S POISON
How fed up can we become?
When will we fucking break open?
Pain painted retinas, two beads of anti-bliss
Too bitter, too stubborn to run from those fists
Eager for intuition and starving to death
Shed my innocence but the skin wasn't dead
Expressions soak through like blood
The kind they want to suck from my heart
Thought we had a taste of that love
Only for a moment, now it's all dried up
A piñata filled with disease and nerve damage
And a Pandora's Box full of poisoned candy
Hungry for a revelation and starving to death
Shed my innocence but the skin wasn't dead
They finally saw the light but I think it made them blind.
I lay awake at night wondering if you and I have died.
We finally saw the light but maybe it made us blind
There's something lost deep inside…
Expressions soak through like blood
The kind they want to suck from my heart
Thought we had a taste of that love
Our nerves, will they ever be calm?
(-Nov. 5th, 1996)

BLEEDING TONGUES
How much blood must be shed
Before we decide they've gone too far?
How many loved ones will we lose
Before we are also lost?
And would you expect others
To view this in comfort?
Continuing to take life for granted
How do we fuck up for so long?
We mourn our losses
But what of theirs?
Don't they have families?
Or have our soldiers killed them too?
There is no one left but don't go find out why
In a premeditated end only the wealthy survive
And you know we were never invited
To their party, now is the time to crash it!
We've kept our mouths shut in this town for too long
Time for you to hear the insipid truth
About your perfect little innocent flag of freedom
The freedom to sacrifice a civilian family
To an imperialist deity
While our tongues are still bleeding
Soon it will be your turn to meet their god
And you will certainly fucking deserve it
Because you refuse to hear that insipid truth
No matter how often we scream it
What will it take for the masses to finally
Find the fucking courage to write their own destiny?
(-2007)

WE MUST BE DREAMING
We must be dreaming
For clinging to what little hope
Is left for pondering
A future void of greed.
We must be dreaming
*Don't stop believing
We must be dreaming
*Hold on to that feeling
Our propaganda is with no apologies
Idealism is just another word for hope
We must be dreaming for wanting
To taste that sweet sedition
For facing every human's
Responsibilities and needs
While the news, so condescending,
Pretends to define anarchy
We must be dreaming and it's only fair
Since we literally live in the clouds surrounded by despair
Calling it a pipe dream is your cop out.
Being fucking free is not a privilege, it's your responsibility!
* by Journey
(-2007)

IGNORANCE IS NOT BLISS WHEN IT'S FATAL
It's an "offer to make you an individual"
Translation: you are expendable
Your conceit is needed on the front line!
But ignorance is not bliss when it's fatal!
School pride matures to nationalism
Football trains for militarism
Recruiters target the youth in the slums
To bribe the most naïve and desperate
The poor are tricked to worsen their position
At the mercy of a blood thirsty system
The perpetrators of such extreme power
Surely fucking belong in the graves of their soldiers!
An "offer to make you an individual"
Translation: you are expendable
Ignorance is not fucking bliss
When you are lying dead on the battlefield
But at least you are not alone
Sanctions proved murderous
Yet they remained in place
Children's hopes and dreams are crushed to oblivion
By starvation and disease and explosives and bullets and poison
And now it's your turn to have a drink!
They offer to make you an individual
Translation: you are expendable
Ignorance is not bliss
When it's fucking fatal
marine corps = misled whores!
(-2004 - How pathetic that in a "developed" nation, there are still so many people who are poor enough that our government can bribe them into the military with such ease where they are treated like nothing more than prostitutes.)
 
HOPE LEXICON
Some call it extinction
I call it execution!
We must say with them:
"Hope is our Profession"! *
If they are to succeed or even survive
I fear they will need to grow wings
To escape the damage of neo liberal betrayal.
When we sleep at night their dead dream with us.
Generations of indigenous families
Are forcefully evicted
Their life, culture and dignity
Still on the verge of destruction
Some call it extinction
I call it execution!
We must stand beside them
We must say with them:
"Everything for everyone, for ourselves nothing!" *
If they are to succeed or even survive
I fear they will need to grow some fucking wings
When we sleep they dream with us.
Viva Zapatista!
* by Marcos, EZLN
(-2004)
 
HELLO TO OBLIVION
Immaculate conception in your brain
Label yourself insane
Where is your cure?
Lable yourself pure.
How about insecure
How about obscure
Your life is an abstract blur.
Like sweet dragon-tails of fire
A truth you must inspire
Because to feed that perpetual lie
Such solutions are problems in disguise
Adding to that fucking fire.
These lives are covered with a
Painting different from all others
Their delicacy: a grey old photo
Of crimson lips arguing over a death
Let's spend our entire lives
Contemplating our own demise.
What a painful eulogy.
Never in our lives have we
Owed ourselves such
a great apology.
The furnished sin brought out
Through our lives is a
Symbol of endurance
Against religious hierarchy.
Goodbye to the liars
Hello to the truth
Now we shake hands
With the bloody.
And say hello to oblivion.
When I am asked if I believe in god
I reply "no, and it's for his own good".
(i wrote this in 1994 for an assignment in my freshman english class, after making the final decision that atheism is realism. I got a 100% in the class and it was the only class that I received a passing grade that year. If there is a god, he's on the top of my shit-list.)

ERADICATE HOMOPHOBIA!
Intolerant bigot undertones
Subconscious and traditional
The only real "faggot"
Is a homophobic redneck!
Eradicate homophobia!
Let's stand up to them
Together we'll even the score
They will alienate our
Dear friends no more!
Eradicate homophobia!
(1999 - while living in Montana where being called a 'faggot' is a daily event.)

FROZEN PARALLAX
Subzero wind burns the life
From our frozen faces and you
Know I never needed any help
Being knocked this far off my feet
The grass is always greener?
Yea, well sometimes it is
When spit turns to ice before
Hitting the snow, any warmth is bliss.
All I ever longed for was some
Camaraderie to kill the fear
The isolating mountains seem more
Like prison walls from down here.
Endless years of this social abuse
I'm turning my back on this desolate place
My hands have lost their circulation
But no one would shake them anyways.
At night I dream of escaping this perpetual winter.
(-2004)

MASKS AND MACHETES   
Are you fucking ready…
For the limbs of the wealthy
Being chopped into confetti?
This is fucking payback
for Sacco and Vanzetti
And everyone who's victimized
In the name of national security
It's time to cook up
Some bloodshed spaghetti
Killing war profiteers
With masks and machetes!
The third world will lose everything
Because of their lies
We must show them solidarity
Self defense is their final plight
No one will overcome the system
If no ones' ready to fucking fight.
(-2006)

THE ELEGANT DANCE OF WORLD DESTRUCTION
sometimes people mutter things
making decisions before they even think
when the words are spoken, the damage is done
and all you can do is apologize
t o anyone you might have hurt…
but by then it's sometimes too late
especially when actions have been taken
and bad decisions have been made and
the ones you hurt are now dead
and your words have been recorded
and replayed to the nation again and again.
and you know the entertainment value
of your astounding stupidity
would be enormous if it weren't
for your position of power.
so next time those cameras are rolling
think before you fucking speak
think before you fucking act
think before you fucking vote
or better yet, think before you run for office!
because you know, I'd really hate
to be your assassin.
 
SysFail DOBC

 
Ditto on the Discontent, I think in general I'm tired of all the talk and lefitist dogma and lack putting ideas into action. I'm returning to art/music to save myself from going jaded.


Sparking fires to break out of the apathy
yet nobody wants to fuel the flames
standing on the edge while it burns out
talking about what was that moment
sparks flames to dust
deader than before

Ok, off the top of my head.

 
Posted by SysFail DOBC on Monday, November 10, 2008 - 6:15 PM
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