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Revolt 1989

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The money making machine has had years to sharpen its precision, years to anoint giants, years to find out what you like, what makes you aroused, even ways for the money to make money. The newspaper prints don’t stop, the harbors never slows, the airport man never goes home, and the streets only receive a gentle sweeping ready to be sheened by the proceeding day’s oil and rubber. Burnt out filaments, don’t sell your fuse just yet. We need the ember of rage, warmth to keep passing time. Marked urban lines of remembrance for those who care. The refineries nighttime glow is constant, and a reminder that we are a taker not a giver. Not a lover. Not someone one you take home to meet mother. The hue of this poison offers some strange beauty. In ours lights, in the sunset, even the smells become comfort. Shadow skinned handshakes and covert agendas offer you little worry. She’s not going anywhere, we are. Burnt out filaments, don’t sell your fuse just yet. We need the ember of rage, warmth to keep passing time.
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Son of a bitch, I thought I was free, but these nets keep stopping my fall. These hands keep pulling me, working me to the bone. Guiding my hands to do what I refuse. No easy way out, which way is free? Back in line Abandon all hope, these waters eat what’s ripe. Another factory stain on the wall, another blister popped, let the healing begin and forget. Churn that bait, turn that wheel, we’ll never be finished. We’re driving this ship till it’s in the ground. Let me grow wings, let me at least pretend. Dreams are all that’s free that’s my living proof.
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The Warning 01:57
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This is the last straw; you’ll eat the very swill you spew. Think only you are saved, I’ll get mine, but you’ll get yours soon. Grab on to the world; squeeze it with your swine hands now, Assess only the here and now One day you’ll be your own suicide, consume all with a plastic heart. I know you say it’s real. Looked out the window, yeah it’s real Yeah its real. Looked in the mirror, For sure it’s real Breathed the air, yeah it’s real. We’ll be your concubines, pushing those carts through, through the naugahyde aisles. You just deceive for everything you need, you hide the truth and scare to believe, I hope your kind all dies, when mother checks us out for good.
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The little drops of water, kept chipping away at ours walls. Thought we could stop it, bottle it up. But the people could still hear it, and then their pens we couldn’t stop. We would beat them down, but we couldn’t kill their idea. Some people like the madness, others want to control. Lock away all that doesn’t make sense. Deaf, dumb and blind now what? Thirsty for the next rain. And the rain will always come.
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(*_*) 06:11

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What is Revolt 1989? Well, the unobvious answer is……….Well it was kind of a band. Sort of, for one night live and for a few days of recording. A short lived band I imagined while living in Asia. It was also the year of a very famous protest in Asia. Over the last two years I watched quite a few of these revolts. Ideas that now spread almost as easily as the wind. Much like what the wind would carry where I lived. A phenomenon called yellow sand. No not a derogatory term. Yet, a real thing; a dust from China, which would appear all over my stuff overnight, if I had left my windows open. One day, I found this sand and dust on my bass. I felt sad that I had neglected this instrument in such a way, even for a day. So, I wiped it off and began to play it again. Not long after that, one fall afternoon, I met a few guys in a nearby park. These fellows also played stringed instruments. One of those hombres was Juan Pablo. He played a bass once in Panama. He also played a jovial accordion, which brought many smiles. One night we wrote some songs together on a bridge, at the edge of a red light district in a far off land. It was a cold night, yet somehow, we met many crooked and twisted fellow Thud Stick players that night. We also somehow wrote a few songs on that bridge. The view was amazing, inspiration was running high, and some strange people came and watched us play. I then ran home and quickly bought a Theremin. Juan Pablo then sailed on for new lands and new frontiers soon after. I felt it was a great collision for the Thud Stick, which I won’t soon forget.

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released July 31, 2012

Aaron Lum - Bass, Vocals, Programming, Percussion, Keys and Theremin
Juan Pablo Reluz - Bass

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