My car Is where I sleep At night I park It off The street Under A tree That keeps Me out Of sight Alright Cars Were meant To drive On roads That tangle through The towns Around The houses where We used To live What gives?

Walk into the place With the help wanted sign Pointed to the door Said, “apply online” Filled in all the blanks With the information on my resume Followed up thrice They said, “It’s a no” The help wanted sign’s still In the window I don’t think that they were gonna hire anyone anyway Walk into the place Ordered one cheesesteak They said, “We’re very sorry It’s a 20 minute wait We’re so understaffed Since no one wants to work anymore”

Let’s play a game I make the rules You can’t opt out If you lose you’re dead Here are the rules I enslave you If you run to Freedom you are dead If for reasons Outside yourself You can’t play the Game then you are dead All your life is Filtered through me If I don’t accept You have no choice

The Industrial Revolution and its consequences have been a disaster for the human race. They have greatly increased the life-expectancy of those of us who live in “advanced” countries, but they have destabilized society, have made life unfulfilling, have subjected human beings to indignities, have led to widespread psychological suffering (in the Third World to physical suffering as well) and have inflicted severe damage on the natural world. The continued development of technology will worsen the situation. It will certainly subject human beings to greater indignities and inflict greater damage on the natural world, it will probably lead to greater social disruption and psychological suffering, and it may lead to increased physical suffering even in “advanced” countries. The industrial-technological system may survive or it may break down. If it survives, it MAY eventually achieve a low level of physical and psychological suffering, but only after passing through a long and very painful period of adjustment and only at the cost of permanently reducing human beings and many other living organisms to engineered products and mere cogs in the social machine. Furthermore, if the system survives, the consequences will be inevitable: There is no way of reforming or modifying the system so as to prevent it from depriving people of dignity and autonomy. If the system breaks down the consequences will still be very painful. But the bigger the system grows the more disastrous the results of its breakdown will be, so if it is to break down it had best break down sooner rather than later. We therefore advocate a revolution against the industrial system. This revolution may or may not make use of violence; it may be sudden or it may be a relatively gradual process spanning a few decades. We can’t predict any of that. But we do outline in a very general way the measures that those who hate the industrial system should take in order to prepare the way for a revolution against that form of society. This is not to be a POLITICAL revolution. Its object will be to overthrow not governments but the economic and technological basis of the present society.

1, 2, 3, 4 Dow Jones, credit score 5, 6, 7, 8 Discount point, interest rate 9, 10, 11, 12 Profit margin, future health 13, 14, 15, 16 Plug your life into the machine 16, 15, 14, 13 Regress to the mean 12, 11, 10, 9 Assume infinite time 8, 7, 6, 5 Does it pay to stay alive? 4, 3, 2, 1

Step into my hood, get your ass beat down I know when I’m choking you, you can’t make a sound Ain’t nobody watching or I shoot ‘em lights out Pull up on a bitch when I’m feeling aroused Rolling with the boys all night in the streets I don’t look for trouble, no, the trouble finds me J.J.E., I’m all three ’trolling roads, making that mad money Slaying all my haters with the gang One shot dead, fuck ‘em, keep ‘em pumping, bang bang Step across the line, get fucked from behind Rewind the tape, it’s been erased, worst case leaving with a K Nobody can tell me what to do Unchecked, heck, I’m immune Power tripping, gripping, ripping Whipping, killing, whipping, killing

This is who you are This is what you want This is where it hurts This will kill the pain

Little people scream in fear “I am human, I am here” No words are silent as the ones they choose to drown And all of them are deafened by the sound Little people on the street They’ll do smack, but they won’t eat There is no hope in such a great, indifferent world No one would know if Jesus had returned And we are all the same Though some try and some abstain It’s a giants’ world, and nothing will ever change

El Madrid, it’s nice to see you It’s really nice to be here I love your wall Stale beer, fat fucked, smoked out, cowpoked Sequined mountain ladies I love your wall Put your arms around me Fiddly digits, itchy britches I love you all I love you all Wash rooms smell, they could be cleaner Stench of cigarettes and stale urea I love you all Prodigal son waits to return To where the dogs play pool I love you all I love you all I love you all

Spittle on my burger Negligent murder Driving causes cancer I’m a slave master Money is violence Blood is in your tank Developments in science Get turned into guns and shanks People eating plastic Making more plastic Convenience is king No one ever changes but Everyone is listening to Parquet Courts Everyone is listening to Parquet Courts Everyone is listening to Parquet Courts Everyone is listening to Parquet Courts