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King Missile - Happy Hour - It's Saturday
Happy Hour
01. [untitled]
02. Sink
03. Martin Scorsese
04. (Why Are We) Trapped?
05. It's Saturday
06. VvV (VulvaVoid)
07. Metanoia
08. Detachable Penis
09. Take Me Home
10. Ed
11. Anywhere
12. The Evil Children
13. Glass
14. And
15. King Murdock
16. I'm Sorry
17. Heaven
18. Happy Hour
I want to be different, like everybody else
I want to be like
I want to be just like all the different people

I have no further interest in being the same
Because I have seen difference all around
And now I know that that's what I want

I don't want to blend in and be indistinguishable
I want to be a part of the different crowd
And assert my individuality along with the others
Who are different like me

I don't want to be identical to anyone or anything
I don't even want to be identical to myself
I want to look in the mirror and wonder
"Who is that person? I've never seen that person before
I've never seen anyone like that before."

I want to call into question the very idea
That identity can be attached
I want a floating, shifting, ever changing persona
Invisibility and obscurity
Detachment from the ego and all of its pursuits

Unity is useless
Comformity is competitive and divisive
And leads only to stagnation and death

If what I'm saying doesn't make any sense
That's because sense can not be made
It's something that must be sensed

And I, for one, am incensed by all this complacency
Why oppose war only when there's a war?
Why defend the clinics only when they're attacked?
Why are we always reactive?

Let's activate something
Let's fuck shit up
Whatever happened to revolution for the hell of it?
Whatever happened to protesting nothing in particular
Just protesting 'cause it's Saturday
And there's nothing else to do?