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Evergreen Civil War

by Animal Pharma

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Nathan Joel
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Nathan Joel Unheard anthems of our generation! Favorite track: Not Forget Us.
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That’s how many years it took, I’m sure To be rid of all the burden of before Now there’s room enough In my fluoride-tinted trough Of welfare, pauper brains to fill with more I couldn’t conceive a day I’d wake Without her memories of serotonin pain Hacking into my biology Like tedious apostrophes To glossy up my death sentence to date When I went to bed last night I’s sure that I’d reclaim come daylight Now its afternoon, how can I Lose so much inspired foresight? But I won’t change ‘Cause I don’t change The scenery of planet of Earth in time and space Misaligned to what I feel’s my pace And I won’t change ‘Cause I don’t change That’s how many years it took, I’m sure Something more than linear and boring Something less than sinister and Earthling To keep me coming back to life for more I don’t know the difference of today From nine-eleven onto Easter Sunday Though dialogue is rare When I’m deep inside my prayer I would know if the apocalypse was here When I went to bed last night I’s sure that I’d reclaim come daylight Now its afternoon how can I Lose so much inspired foresight But I won’t change ‘Cause I don’t change The scenery of planet of Earth in time and space Misaligned to what I feel’s my pace And I won’t change ‘Cause I don’t change That’s how many years it took to be Accustomed to a rank society Who’s coveting in fame And addicted to it’s name Hygienic, sharp and better dressed than me You’ve been meditating for the nerve I know this from a tree where I observe And if you ever find it Swear to God you ought to hide it ‘Cause it’s something I believe I should have first As I lay me down tonight I’m sure tomorrow has a sister Maybe she’s adopted And I’ll insist that we be friends But I won’t change ‘Cause I don’t change The meme of all existence seems to giggle in my face And wriggle to its place with me But I won’t change ‘Cause I don’t change One year on from any place of ‘now’ That’s how many years it takes from now
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Well I really hate them coffin dreams That prowl me on my pillow See the coffins of my friends Stacked like they’re tins inside my wardrobe For something sweet and supple In my conscious evening scenes Splice to frames of fresh set graves Beneath a carpet in my dreams I can see them as I liberate A fistful of balloons Nickelodeons on lampposts That succeed the afternoon I see Milo in the backyard On vacation from the afterlife Inside a Holy kennel Dad dismantled when the dog died When I sit inside the classroom That I sat in the first grade In my canary-yellow uniform Playing old computer games Some underwhelming clouds blew in from Hell Some people that I knew but not too well Are scaring me and starting to excel I break away this astral place I dwell Well I really hate those coffin dreams Condensing all the dark Creeping shadows in my bedroom From the moment I wake up I don’t want to see those boxes I don’t want to know its tenants I don’t want to see those coffins in my skull And the grasp of what is real Seems to welter and depart When I think that I’m not me And I believe that I’m Descartes On a goose chase from philosophy In volumes manifested I’m recluse into astronomy And I’m looking for John Lennon And I’ve witnessed all creation I’m hungover and bedridden Have you ever tried for sex Inside a dream to no sensation? While Max is in the lounge room Pointing out my broken teeth So we stash them in a pillow case And hand them out for free I still recall the first Of all these casket expeditions My dziadek in his dirt box Handing out some invitations I thought he was a thousand years back then From nineteen ninety nine to ninety ten When Patti May and me would play pretend That I'd be something more than just a friend And I really hate them coffin dreams Condensing all the dark Creeping shadows in my bedroom From the moment I wake up I don’t want to see those boxes I don’t want to know its tenants I don’t want to see those coffins in my skull I don't want to see those boxes I don't want to know its tenants I don't want to see these coffins in my skull
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Truth refrains when I think you’re sane Is that fair? Isn’t rare And I can decorate with care Abuse – refuse the ticket I had bought In a booth in Melbourne’s north That’s beneath the Southern Cross And the continental winds Are akin to where you stand And it’s airing out these pins That’s engulfed your passive hand You’re a student of clairvoyance Serenade me with annoyance Tell me when I’m going to die Set your bucket list on fire And I will in awhile When I’m warm inside my bile Reveal who is my muse Wipe away with foliage I’ve claimed From the ground to your face To sponge those tears away You’ve stuck your ear To garden beds to hear Some music from a marching band That’s buried somewhere near And your colleagues clearly hate you You participate to correlate Like sugar in a maison jar That’s filled with aspartame And I will in awhile When I’m born inside my bile Reveal who is my muse And I shall when it’s done And my life’s bereft of fun Reveal who is my muse
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I send for you now Lift me up, ask me how How high? How high, my surrogate mother How high? You count these prescriptions Encryptions of the hurt you conceal Oh surrogate mother You know that I am real You’re alone in your room I am chroming your womb So quiet So quiet, my surrogate mother So quiet You count these prescriptions Encryptions of the hurt you conceal Oh surrogate mother You know that I am real
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Your place in my being Is raining again To get any feeling Just melts into grey But now Please, please Not forget us now Please, please Not forget us now Retrace finished meanings They could be complete Forget what you’re seeing It brings no relief But now Please, please Not forget us now Please, please Not forget us now Your place in my being Is raining again To get any feeling Just melts into grey But now Please, please Not forget us now Please, please Not forget us now Please, please Not forget us now Please, please Not forget us now
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Marae 07:09
You must leave your body and things behind And watch as they weep from a satellite That’s letting your stomach emotions flow Climb naked a vine into limbo Who’s reaping the will for you? And why can’t see you no ghosts? They should be befriending you Instead you’re alone the most These are things Said to be terminal And I haven’t mourned you yet But you will have fun again Fun again You’ll forget your dreams and the plans you made And trade it for a fluffy cloud You’d rather see your family Than linger invisible all around They’re taking the stuff you left ‘Cause you “wouldv’e wanted it” You can do no wrong from where They bury your body there These are things Said to be terminal And I haven’t mourned you yet But you will have fun again Fun again We will be Together again, my friend To be in the only end That’s left for your body, then We will be These are things Said to be terminal And I haven’t mourned you yet But you will have fun again Fun again
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The birds and the wasps A holocaust Of eco-lust By man’s exploits Widowed bees And whorish birds Out of sync And therefore think Fucked each other On the altar As an offer Of their splendour These endeavours Last forever Losing grasp The birds and the wasps Birds and the wasps The birds and the wasps
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I often see the river Styx In bed, each night as it fills my view And built with blackened marble bricks I see a lighthouse standing too Henry was a normal man Who was pushed in a place where he Had to fight for food and lodgings, too Far from older luxuries Homes and cars and penthouse views And so he walked the streets at night With raging anger, holding drink He bought with waning widow's mite To block the cords that made him think About his losing fight He'd been a boxer, standing tall In the ring, his punches fast The gamblers said he'd never fall From victory, the losers past His glaring sneer with gall He had the title, cars and cash, And yet he said he felt a dread That all his anger and his brash Taunts would go to victor's head From skin to bones and bones to ash They knocked him out in only three Minutes in the ring, his spine would Bend and crack with sickened glee And cheers from boorish fans who could sing for blood with ecstasy The other man would walk away With a title belt and stacks of cash Poor Henry'd lost all hope that day Of ever getting himself back in the ring to fight for pay He lost his keep and all his friends Did leave him in the ring He realised how a man pretends To smile with a knife in hiding Mis'ry starts, friendship ends And so he walked the streets at night And found his way out to the beach His drink in hand, his hope so slight He walked the pier and tried to reach The light that blinked in sky so bright Henry was a normal man Who lost his battles, left his war Standing on the pier that night Two weeks they'd find him washed ashore The dread before, not so undue I often see the river Styx In bed each night as it fills my view And built with blackened marble bricks I see a lighthouse standing too Along the river Styx
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I can’t remember In a sober state To attempt to Kill this nasty taste My direction Is the other way Poetically a waste in view To you So I dismember Disassociate All the beauty That has passed away Repetition Of a better day Returning to a space I’ve made For it For you to claim To take
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I don’t know if I will make it You see my soul is a little tainted Fickle flesh in a willing spirit And it’s something we all inherit Been absconding like a widow Corresponding with the minnow Doing breaststrokes where I wallow Marry seashells where I follow And divorce them to the coral May I complicate my worry Into murals on your body? Can I be your only gharry In Jerusalem on Sunday? Can I splinter all my fingers Through your own as I am interred And in restless death retire With the psalms of a stolen lyre In lament of a funeral pyre’s singers Concentration’s bootless It is useless to abide I had traced her steps to Flinders Street And lost them in the tide Demons in the curtains They’re rerouting Holy pleas Their semen’s in the medicine For apes conceived at sea She had the world By the time she was fifteen A little girl who had a turtle shell canteen She heard a voice At four eleven in the morn And all her taxidermy toys Began to animate and spawn She was a wife She was a Templar of the Knights She had a life she lost on Brunswick Street at night She was aware Her brains on Piccadilly’s stairs She had a bodhi tree atop ‘o Shakespeare’s grave in Warwickshire She turned sixteen Then seventeen Now she’s rallying in Evergreen In cracks I cannot open in my wall Been trying to accord to Jesus’ Law The moral principalities at war Concentration’s bootless It is useless to abide I had traced her steps to Flinders Street And lost them in the tide Demons in the curtains They’re rerouting Holy pleas Their semen’s in the medicine For apes conceived at sea
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Blood Moon 03:16
Before you invest my self-esteem And announce between my ears that I am clean I scribble in the dirt, decorated by your feet ‘I’m tired’ I cherish with righteous husbandry That I’ve tasted in my life’s redundancy Something sweeter than a rose parting the sea Your life Your life Your life Your life My life I caught you and breathed with you the air You wandered up to Flinders Street from Federation Square You told me that my health was on a high And from that statement on I wished that I would fucking die I couldn’t tell you in the gallery or underneath the clocks For six years I did love you and for two more you’d be gone And then I saw you seven days from then I called you in December when the world was going to end Your life Your life Your life Your life My life And you Will never take the seat I saved for you Though someone’s in your chair, you know it’s true I told her to sit there on a blue moon But I can make it red if you assume To love me in my death on a blood moon
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Rosary 05:56
Your rosary could fade To lacking hues of Sunday in the row Beneath the mural wall Your playground girl is feeling well Without you in her face My laundry sang my sores To fashion trends for babies born through wedlock It will end in kids remembering it all Like bee-stings in their heads I still smell petrol My only petal I still smell petrol My only petal Bore medicines to try To clone her high and feelings that I had And that were mine, impaired Your playground girl exists again Without her even noticing your life I still smell petrol My only petal I still smell petrol My only petal And pieces of us stinking The real of our reaping Is fuming through the pictures And that’s the real me
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Raw and bare-boned, Evergreen Civil War is the SECOND album by Animal Pharma. Recorded a million years ago.

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released August 10, 2014

Written and produced by Animal Pharma.

The song 'The Prizefighter' was transcribed from the poem 'Henry' by Daniel Tu.

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Animal Pharma Melbourne, Australia

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Studio Albums:

Zygoat – 29 July 2014

Evergreen Civil War – 10 August 2014

Pantomeme – 11 October 2014

Light of a Hard – 28 March 2015

The Vuuz – 10 May 2015

Mazel – 1 November

Joseph Phase – 29 July 2018
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