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Dry Days

by Dry Days

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1.
Solidarity to all those imprisoned by the capitalist state. Bright light / no windows People outside might be singin’ and shoutin’ / but three foot cement walls make it quiet and cold Take my fingerprints / take my jacket Leave me the shirt on my back / and the dragonflies in my esophagus Cold room / colder than the one you were raised in And the people next door / can’t hear the words that you’re sayin’ Sing songs, try not to panic Somehow end up on the floor, fitful sleep comes easy And the bruises on my wrists, and the dust in my hair And the number on my arm won’t get me anywhere Florescent lights, toilet paper when I ask for it I never expected to be so young Harsh voices / top 40 radio with the volume turned down And the people next door / are moving further away They say they’re gonna get us on felony conspiracy They say I’m gonna be in this cell all alone for at least 3 days Yellow post-it note / with an 831 number I want my phone call / and a cup of water And hearing your voice right then / was way too much to handle You said that you were with a whole bunch of people / and money for bail And the bruises on my wrists, slowly healing birthmarks And the number on my arm begins to fade away Get my jacket back, wrap my bandana around my face I never expected to be so young
2.
Market and Adeline Corner store like church Flagpole sticks straight up in the front yard Overly rehearsed Bike down to 32nd House show my friends are playing Find someone to take me home with them Guess that’s where I’m staying tonight In this town In the morning bike back up to my parents house Got some documents to scan Change my name in every institution That I can Walk up to Ashby station Check out the flea market just because Don’t buy anything Or say hello to anyone that I know In this town On the bus back down to Santa Cruz I am biting my lip Sometimes you have to leave the things You know that you will miss Court date on Thursday Watch what I say Be thankful that I’m not in jail Today In this town
3.
All landlords are slumlords, all judges are jailers. The lord works in mysterious ways But today he finally called us back He said he’s sorry for the things he hasn’t done He said he’s gonna make it up He’s gonna come by tomorrow Some time or other Hide the mattresses, hide the evidence Run for cover And when he opens up the walls He finds nothing inside But the black mold grows in the cracks and in the spaces in between In the corners of our lives And there you go, running up the stairs Trapped in the cages that you built And here we are, lying on the roof We feel the world begin to tilt I wake up early, you just got in off the bus I get dressed, you change and change and change Meet downstairs, bike down to the courthouse Some things stay the same And when the judge walks in the room Everybody stands But the black mold grows in the cracks and in the spaces in between And it takes us by the hand In the kitchen, dishes piled high We sit on the floor, handle pens like dynamite Torn up magazines, hopes and fears and visions In the waning light And as it gets late we’re talkin’ politics again Try to spill our hearts out of our mouths We gotta find a way of building something better We gotta find a way out And when we fall into our beds We dream of shapeless things But the black mold grows in the cracks and the spaces in between From where our visions spring
4.
It was the night time but you weren’t sleeping I came knocking on your door cause I wasn’t either You let me in, and we couldn’t sleep together ‘Til we woke up in the morning curled around each other’s bodies That’s the dream In real life, it’s 4 in the morning You’re at your place, I’m at mine, you’re asleep and I’m up worrying ‘Bout everything we stand for, and everyone who’s dying And I wish someone would hold me so that I could finally start to cry Yeah, I need to cry Cause there’s something trying to claw its way out of my eyes It was the night time but you weren’t sleeping I came knocking on your door cause I wasn’t either But this time there were people in the streets, the streets were filled up And we went out to join them, and burn this fucking world down That's the dream And that’s why I stay up late at night I’m just waiting for the revolution at 4 in the morning Cause I can’t bear to think that I would be asleep when we take it over And I can’t bear to think that I would be just another civilian, A casualty, I wanna smash everything they’ve built out of concrete I wanna kill every cop that I see on the street I wanna love you ‘til the words come easily I want something more than I can see More than I can see
5.
This song's for the dead, and for the living For the ones who haven't finished dying and the ones who have This song's for the girls, and for the not-quite-girls I know Taller than we ever thought we'd be This song's for the ones up at night crying And this song's for the one's who try to spend all our days asleep This song's for the girls, this song's for lying to you parents about everything This song's for the promises we make but never keep And so we throw ourselves into walls, we sleep on busses Walk into bathroom stalls and oncoming traffic A knife to the chest, a skirt lit on fire 300 pounds of Neo Nazi into outstretched sewing scissors Is this what resiliance looks like, burning up and falling apart of reentry What else is there to do, we shine so brightly Kerosene This song's for the dead, and for the living For all of the elders and for the one's who will never get there This song's for the motherfuckin' trans girls fuckin' eating each other to survive This song's for all the songs we'll sing the day after you die So if we gotta go out, then we're taking them all with us So if we gotta run off the cliff then we're burning all of the bridges So when we set ourselves on fire we'll be lighting a fuse Burn this whole world down 'cause we got nothing left to lose And so we'll burn, like the witches we come from Burn like the faggots we are We'll burn like the pinecones split open Burn, like we remember we come from stars
6.
The smoke rose high in the sky this morning And the smoke came down The sky turned lots of awful beautiful colors Red, purple and brown The smoke made it hard to breathe outside But I guess you knew that Were you trying to grab hold and choke us out Did you know that you could do that And I am burning for you And you are burning too California Up in San Quentin prison Everybody’s getting restless But then again I don’t know that anyone’s ever not felt restless In San Quentin prison You’re lying there in your solitary cell Taut muscle dull ache Sierra backbone, rolling hills Hot earth quiver and quake And I am burning for you And you are burning too California Hills of gold Turned dead-grass brown Cities raging, drunk on fumes Feeling pretty ready, to burn down around now And I hope Marin county Is the first to go And San Quentin bursts from the pressure And begins to overflow And you will take to the highway And I will take to the street And we will meet each other halfway Yeah, we will meet And I am burning for you And you are burning too California And the sky will well up and the sky will split open And come thundering down Hissing spitting on the embers Pooling smoky on the ground And you open yourself up to the heavens And quench your thirst California In my heart, you were always the first And I am burning for sheer will And you are burning still California

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recorded July 2016 in Oakland, California

Two cycles of three songs, written over the course of three years.

None of these songs are meant as definitive statements, but as personal and communal explorations, attempts to move from isolation, difference, and despair towards collective struggle and liberation.

"I don't really fault people. Everybody can't be born at the same time, some people are born before, some people are born during, some people are born after. A lot of that's just circumstance. So what's really to be the question is, what is to be done, where you're at, and how you gonna do it." - Mike Watt

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released September 1, 2016

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Dry Days Oakland, California

commie folk faggot shit. not watching the world burn, but being the burning world.

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