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STERILE THOUGHTS FROM A FIRST WORLD

by DOGS OF IRE

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to leave and come back to hear what comes out of our mouths to hear what spews of dead tongues is this what freedom sounds like? shackles have similar sounds we come from across oceans over fences deserts of the underground to find nothing but shackles echoing manacles echoing you
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time's translation is simple machinery to dilute then drown momentum plug me in and grind me out from this first world to all thirds the ruins the opulent are what's left for the "savage" this translation is simple machinery to shape and empower momentum but where did you get that smile on your face? did you buy it from the hand that sold you the coffin? even if i pried open your heart for a minute we'll both know it will prove nothing what could happen without a lifetime on our knees? this is the price we par for wanting more for ourselves bring on the blood
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amnesia resets the traps unleashing a brand new slew of waste pull up a chair and grab a bib with a supplementary haircut-the-circulation we can all count to zero slip on your track shoes baby, we're racing the buried to the bottom did I mention you look so hot with a funnel through your head? and that manufactured heart is so appropriately dazzling! yes, i demand a full order of your finest vomit permanently tonight, we give in and give out tell me when to open. i'll remind you when to breathe this stencil is god's gift to a secret lover amnesia elicits an appetite like a bible for a gun who gave tenure to the mad to appoint the pedagogues? ideas were never ours to keep when obedience can digest all perilous memories tonight, we give in and put out once the excavation was complete it was unanimously concluded that the unearthed should have never been discovered
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ang puso ko ay ibalik na nawala ko isang araw ngunit aking naalaala kung saan ko nailagay hindi ko kalilimutan kailanman ang pangungusap kong binayaan ang puso ko ay sa iyo lamang of course this is for you give me back my heart i lost it the other day but now i remember where i put it and i will never forget i let them steal my tongue my heart belongs to you
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no! we are not the same. we are through educating your delusion our hearts are drained. our hearts are nauseous. we are coming for you we've wasted lifetimes we now control your stiff, boring, flavorless, dull, put me to sleep party we're coloring your daughters. we're coming for you we're installing a soul on your sons. we're coming for you one by one by one by one. one more for us this is why words burn through pages the mayflower won't save you your tanning booth can't hide you choke on mothers meatloaf we own you
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this poisoned archipelago breaths one thousand conquered years i inhale the trees are the elevators black orchids are free psychiatrists the sweet air replaces television one thousand conquered years i exhale sino ako? bakit ako na an dito? (who am i? what am i doing here?) they'll never know how these hands kill Magellan everyday
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this line is incessant your inertia is contagious yes, we've all heard how you used to be everything when you were young you kill every spark of life for you listless brigade so the safe can swallow safely on the safe esurient for despot crumbs downplay on repeat, repeat on downplay this song could never deserve you

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10 dynamic tracks erupt from this desert-wasteland-project. “Sterile Thoughts From a First-World” is a 41-minute uncompromising frenetic onslaught and is DOGS OF IRE's most important work to date. This is one temperamental piece of schism that amalgamates rhythmic thrash incursions with scattered reposeful faintness in the tongue of Tagalog and English “Sterile Thoughts From a First-World” communicates issues of political futility, cultural dignity, and spits back at the face of pitiful white-privileged twaddle. DOI's drummer is not some cute indie-rocker. He's a cholo on probation.
(ESN-007)

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released June 1, 2005

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Ethospine Noise Riverside, California

ETHOSPINE NOISE is a DIY project that spawned form disappointment and disgust. Since 2001 we’ve recycled our direction into enthusiasm and appreciation through a collection of music with friends. Thanks for listening.

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