Children of a Globalised World

by Anti-Everything

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released November 16, 2011

Recorded by Maarten Manmohan at Random Design Studios, Trinidad and Tobago.
Mixed and Mastered by Dan Coutant at Sun Room Audio, NY.

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Track Name: Bureaucrash
…And here we go again

My soul tainted red
They want me in dismay, they want me to obey
They want me to never see the light of day again
Want me to compound now; want me to go down now
Want me to never feel inspired yet again

Stamp the form – it’s a structured form of homicide
Stand your ground - it’s the reason that they have you wait in line
Strike you off the list of things they have to do
Strike you down because they have no concern for you

When I think I’m done, I want to go on my way
But they find another reason to call me back and make me stay
Administrative costs – there’s no other choice but to pay
By the time I complain, they’ve wasted my whole day

Because they try to make me late and take food right off my plate
They never want to see me in an empowered state
So I want to see them drown now, want to see them crashing down,
I want them to never call my ID code again

Step off –it’s the fourth or fifth branch of power
The backlog – inefficiency shadows intent

So crucify until the end of time - my soul, my goal is to see you sink
Just like the media which undermines
With discontent and poor management
The reality of the bureaucracy
And the protocol that dictates it all
For my sanity I choose to hit the ground and run

Hit the ground and run…

This is not going well for me, I feel like a blinded follower
Regulation from the hierarchy
At the top their procedures force me to start again
And as I question institutions, they anticipate my needs
But they ignore my opinions,
It’s a lack of leadership that leaves us frustrated

So crucify until the end of time my soul my goal is to resist
Discontent and poor management
The reality of the bureaucracy
Is killing with endless lists and lines to toe for the status quo
And the protocol that dictates it all
For my sanity I hit the ground…
Track Name: Ste Madeleine
Speak in a dialect of urban decay and dead city streets now
The news from nowhere came that Ste. Madeleine was burning down and yet
For the record I would like claim no part in it but
It still brought me to my knees and now I hold my breath…

…Again, just like everytime the tickertape scrolls by with updates that
Makes my intentions seem so bleak and quite arbitrary until I defect
We can’t stop - But we will switch it off one day

So we rationalise the fear…

A part of me went down into the modulated sound
Of the distress signals that they screamed
A part of me died now, at the first sight of the images on the TV screen
Transmitting out of nowhere – the message is unclear; congested with mediocrity
And I yearn to see – the static in grey and green

And all joke aside – there is something wrong when
You don’t pick a side – you give up the fight
So won’t you please state your name – and Call Sign

Speak in a dialect of urban decay and dead city streets now
The news from nowhere came that Ste. Madeleine was burning down and yet
For the record I would like claim no part in it but
It still brought me to my knees and now I hold my breath…

…and choke until my lungs collapse into waveforms
Diffract around capillaries with sinusoidal shapes
Composed of multiple frequencies which diverge
Into white noise distorting singular values

As the ashes all dissolve, and condense into passing clouds
The structure burns into the ground, with no one there to hear the sound
But the cameras and microphones are still picking up these weak signals
In space-time, these dots and lines – encryption spelling out despair
Spelling out despair….

We’re burning down
We’re burning down
Track Name: Black Stripe
This is your national flag
Watch how the black stripe separates the people into two distinct halves
One half is above the line – next half is below the line
And at the end of the day, we’re all separated…

Be true to your own roots now, and everything on file
Salute to the symbols you know now
And dedicate your life - your interests to your country
It will break you down; we’re so suicidal, so anxious to die for her
It’s my intention to…

Take the black stripe off the flag so I can hang myself on the pole
I’m gonna hang myself on the pole, so I don’t have to face the…
Plastic sheet in voting booth, so you can shoot yourself at the polls
I’m gonna shoot myself at the poll, so I don’t have to face the world

Won’t some please save me now
…give me identity
I want to patriotically bury my entire life under costal sun and sand
Because my mother land is an island slowly sinking into the sea
It’s my intention to…

Take the black stripe off the flag so I can hang myself on the pole
I’m gonna hang myself on the pole, so I don’t have to face the…
Plastic sheet in voting booth, so you can shoot yourself at the polls
I’m gonna shoot myself at the poll, so I don’t have to face the world

Face the world…

For life, for love, your integrity, your community, for your friendships, for your family
Whatever it takes, whatever it takes to…
That that black stripe off the flag so I can hang myself on the pole
They put a plastic sheet in voting booth, so you can shoot yourself at the poll

Psychological saviour
When satisfaction seems to be the death of all desire
But am I failure for falling into love with the land of ‘La Trinity’?
Systematic form of mind-rape
Red borders and hummingbirds in hibiscus trees
I choose not to favour my own happiness over heritage
Track Name: Section Four
Chapter One – a recognition, protection of human rights
Fundamental, inalienable – freedom that is enshrined

Respect my, Respect my, Respect my Section Four
Respect my, Respect my, Respect my Section Four

It is hereby recognised, and declared
That there have existed, and shall continue to exist…

Respect my, Respect my, Respect my Section Four
Respect my, Respect my, Respect my Section Four

(Eric Williams Sample)

The right of the individual to security and equality before the law
Or in treatment from any public authority;
Freedom of thought and expression

Without discrimination by reason of race, religion, colour, origin or sex
These freedoms and fundamental rights are understood as self-evident

Respect my, Respect my, Respect my Section Four
Respect my, Respect my, Respect my Section Four
Track Name: Federation Day
…It’s a breakdown of the fabric that keeps up your lies
…So break away

Try to kill the community for an unsustainable economy
A black and red reality to sanctify conformity
An age old fallacy to treat people like commodities
A struggle for integrity to maintain autonomy

Have you ever really wondered why
The suits are only in it when the revenues are high?
And the tax-payer always gets denied
On the fields on the farm, on the streets to the side now

Into the perfect sky which we see rising over every morning
There’s a single tear, a broken smile, a light that’s in your eyes
I am my father’s son and he was his mother’s child – we were born free
It’s the fight inside of me…

…A brand new day

For the sake of discussion, there’s an illusion of succession
And a partial digression to a system of oppression
A brand new perception to facilitate a question
And answer with a weapon to destroy the connection

Do you ever really question why
landlords gets richer while proletariats die?
And so we train our eyes – to ignore the brutality

Into the perfect sky which we see rising over every morning
There’s a single tear, a broken smile, a light that’s in your eyes
I am my mother’s son and she was her father’s child – we were born free
It’s the fight inside of me

From Kingston…
…to Castries
…to Georgetown
Back up to Port-of-Spain…
…on the streets of Port-of-Spain

These dreams are alive with the hopes of tomorrow
Which praise us with gifts and dead songs of sweet sorrow

But in my heart, my soul, my mind for me,
The path I walk and the peace I find for real
The time I kill and the wounds I bleed you see,
…the day I die, until the day I die in peace…
Track Name: Starving Youth
I’m flying, still trying, still dreaming of dying, denying the world
They’re starving, but loving, not judging the silence; they’re quite and choose not to scream

Until every human being on every continent has access to food and shelter…
…The basic right to live

Shut your eyes, because the sight is so disturbing
Hold your breath because we’re all going to drown in the flood
Cover your mouth so you don’t breath in the disease; It infects my whole reality
Shut your eyes or you will lose your vision; Hold your breath because we’re all going under
The monsoon will destroy the village; as I watch my brother die in poverty

Dropped down from the sky in a wooden crate - the relief that they sent was a little too late
Try to find a means to survive (and so now how can we live?)
Ration what we have to stay alive (so we will wake to see tomorrow…)

So learn how to differentiate between your wants and your needs
Learn how to draw the line between your rights and luxury
Learn the difference between motivation and greed
…We’ve got six billion hungry mouths to feed

It’s a disgrace how we progress everyday - When the technology that can save us all
Is in the hands of the corporate elite - Monopolising cures for infectious diseases
So why on Earth do people starve? - When we have the means to save the world
Who will lead the way for us? - When is the time to day “I’ve had enough”?

Dropped down from the sky in a wooden crate - (keep me alive, I want to survive)
The relief thst they sent was too little too late (inanition, I’m bleeding, malnutrition –I’m dying)
Try to find a means to get by - (so now how can we live?)
Ration what we have to stay alive - (so we can rise to see tomorrow)

We will not forget about the bitter taste of the lack of choice that forced us to be in this place
We will not forget about the bitter taste of the lack of choice that forced us to be in this place

Until you learn how to differentiate between your wants and your needs
Learn how to draw the line between what’s a right and what’s a luxury
Learn the difference between motivation and greed
We’ve got six billion mouths to feed (and counting!)
So learn how to differentiate between our wants and our needs
Learn how to draw the line between what’a a right and a luxury
Learn the difference between competition and greed
We’ve got six billion mouths to feed!

All hail to the crash - Malthusian population, still ever growing
Push us back right to the past - As we grow, as we eat, as we starve we still find ways to
Continue this life – continue this life, unsustainable cycle
But we can’t even protect – can’t protect the health of our fellow human brother
All hail to the crash - Malthusian population, still ever growing
Push us right back – back, right to the past
As we grow, as we eat, as we starve we still find ways to
Continue this life –this circle, unsustainable cycle
But we can’t even protect – can’t protect the health of our fellow brothers
Track Name: These Statues Will Collapse
And I awoke from this dream, where I have seen random objects all laid out
With no pattern it seemed, ordered arbitrarily, until index numbers were found
From one to infinity, expanding exponentially, the limits were unbound
And now evidently this message can’t be isolated from the sound

…of the noise of these structures resonating, slowly breaking apart at the cracks
Which widen to reveal, a misplaced sense of forgotten beauty
Previously, hidden in meaning, it’s quite misleading
To conclude so fast, that we will all collapse
Into fragments of light with the courage to

Confront what we’ve been hiding from
The truth of our own mortality in stark contrast with

The noise of the particles vibrating, dissipating into the wind
Who’s blowing to reveal, the fabric underneath the seams

And just like river banks in rainy season we burst open with emotion
And tension for a new adventure up ahead in the distance
We overcome these short term hurdles with no hesitation anymore,
…So many options to explore

Don’t waste my time – The process has commenced
Won’t change my mind – Because I’ve gone against
You can’t define – a functional threat
Because you will find that the terms have all broken apart

And this anxiety is tearing me apart inside
As We collapse…
And We all will Collapse
As this line is erased We will all collapse…
Track Name: Silent Streets
In burnt out fields the flowers grow - between the crosses, row on row
That mark our place; and in the sky - the larks, still bravely singing, fly
We are the Dead. Short days ago - we lived, felt dawn, saw sunsets glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie… in burnt out fields; so

Say my name, won’t you – scream it out loud
Over the sound of the bombs as they hit the ground
as these silent streets become unwound; so…
Say my name, won’t you scream it out loud
Over the noise of the crowds that flee the town
As these skyscrapers are slowly falling down

So take up our quarrel with the foe
To you from failing hands - we throw the torch; be yours to hold it high
If you break faith with us who die - We shall not sleep, though flowers blow
In burnt out fields, way down below – through memories of long days ago

Say my name, won’t you – scream it out loud
Over the sound of the bombs as they hit the ground
As these silent streets become unwound; so…
Say my name, won’t you scream it out loud
Over the noise of the crowd as they flee the town
As these skyscrapers are slowly falling down now

Written down in history books – our lives become undone
From the senseless wars that took – our fathers’ lives, and their children’s innocence
With bullet shells that pave the scene and set the stage for apathy
For years, and generations to come
Ever since our ancestors allowed intentions to become undone

And the schoolteacher says ‘That’s the just the way it is”
Paint the whole globe red with politics
Draw border lines, define territory
So the tragic loss is just a memory
To justify these blatant lies – which carve in time and in our minds
That it’s all necessary – to build a future dream
…But at what cost?
...all humanity is lost
When the soldiers still fight

The infantry still marches on in the motion of ‘left-right’

Left-right, left-right, left-right, left-right, left-right, left-right…
Track Name: New Clear Hollow Costs
In World War I we used machine guns in trenches
World War II was fought with tanks and planes dropping bombs
We don’t know what we’ll use in World War III
But World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones

Watch out! - There’s a brand new way to kill you enemy
Douse him in the radiation – fire away
Military use – a new philosophy
Ground zero testing devastation

This is a point of no return- Master the art of killing ourselves
A standoff across the globe- Arms race for proliferation

But be grateful that you’ve never yet seen
The sunset over the shadow of a mushroom cloud
When global leaders have allowed for this to go too far…

This is a point of no return- Master the art of killing ourselves
A standoff across the globe- Arms race for proliferation

(We knew that the world would not be the same. A few people laughed; a few people cried.
Most people were silent)

No first use – prevent abuse of technology and scientific progress
We must stop this doomsday clock and dismantle this stock of warheads
New clear hollow costs - a strategy to exhaust all diplomatic options
Simulate a winter state of mutually assured destruction

Try to calculate the half-life of humanity
With the push of a button – designed to undermine continuity

But be grateful that you’ve never yet seen
The sunset over the shadow of a mushroom cloud
When global leaders have allowed for this…

(now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds)

…for this to go too far
Track Name: Ratchet Design
Figure out the way their game is played
First step is to make sure we’re afraid
And unaware – of the real price paid
Under the pretext of free trade

Because we will never get any better
If we neglect to examine
Every letter in every word
In every line in every document signed
Because if just one value is off the graph
Then we all suffer while the foreigners laugh whiles we…

Disagree and make a great big fuss
Try to implement and end up buss!
No co-operation; No trust
In a zero sum game it’s them against us

(solo)

Start up a new round of negotiations
Define fresh sets of obligations
Can’t defy – we must comply
Sovereignty lost through liberalization

They insist that we risk - security and economy
EPA; FTA; WTO; well we don’t know!
Bilateral abuse – it’s no use
When we’re colonized through commercial ties
We have no chance to achieve balance
Track Name: (The Honourable) Crime Minister
Justify how this democracy seems so inclined
To define a way for power and authority to corrupt the most civilised of minds
As they overdose on energy…

Sacrifice now, a brand new part of your life so as
Just to become another piece of scrap paper that jams in the bureaucracy
As we overdose on apathy…

This is no doubt true madness – citizens pay for the white collar criminals
We need a brand new system – we need a culture revolution
Enforce the law with due process – convict the crooks who steal from the Treasury
We need a brand new system – we need a culture revolution

So how can you sleep every night, while the little girl is raped in the city streets?
Cost-overruns transferred into foreign bank accounts, with no transparency

“Because when I grow up, I’m gonna be…
…the biggest white collar criminal this country has ever seen!”

Maximum leadership is the song I sing
And its words are alive like the logo on the wing
Of a private jet - an all inclusive fete
For my campaign financers and their kids
Executives lined up to give me bribes
Contract bid-rigging - just close your eyes
Who’s going to be next financial bailout? – You can decide!

So justify how this democracy seems so inclined
To define a way for power and authority to corrupt the most civilised of minds
As they overdose on hypocrisy…

[Reggae/Dub Bridge – Instrumental Break]

This is no doubt true madness – citizens pay for the while collar criminals
We need a brand new system – we need a culture revolution
Enforce the law with due process – convict the crooks who steal from the Treasury
We need a brand new system – we need a culture revolution

I’m want to be the Honourable Crime -Minister
Of a failed country; of a failed state
Track Name: Children of A Globalised World
I thought I heard you say “These trees are covered in alcohol”
As it erodes into the sand
I’m falling upwards…
I’m falling upwards…

Find a way to blend the ink into the stains
Jump ship form the old to the new wave
Supernova illuminates the highway
See yourself as a body in the express lane

This is the story of our interconnection
Shot us down in our prime
Now we slowly become invisible, it’s undeniable that

We are (We Are) - We’re the children of a globalised world
We are (We Are) - We’re the children of a globalised world

A substitute for your compliments
A compliment to what you substitute
Infinite fractal design that’s spread over space and time
The debris was a girl who fell apart, the debris of a soul that fell apart

Erase all the facts and dig through the sand
The farmer is dead, so the village will forever starve
The reasons are infinite, yet they seem so hard to justify
Wipe all your tears and kill all the memories
The fabric slowly tares, but it’s mended by radio-waves
Because Everything is made of string and it’s quickly unravelling


Binomial, bi-variate – expanding in an n-dimensional world
Slow – decaying wheat that we find

[Rant 1]: Calling it a cover-up just might be far too dramatic; but for more than half a century, even in the midst of some of the greatest scientific and artistic achievements of human history, we have all been aware of a dark loud looming on a distant horizon.


I dreamt I heard you scream “These trees are covered in mescaline”
As I seem to forget my name…
I’m scaling downwards…
I’m tripping upwards...


Erase all the facts and dig through the sand
The farmer is dead, so the village will forever starve
Wipe all your tears and kill all the memories
Everything is made of string and it’s quickly unravelling


‘Dear Citizen’
‘Yes Sir’
‘Can’t you see, you can’t bleed; We’ve stolen your memory
…and the only way to live is under our control’
‘I don’t believe’
‘…And yet we control nothing!’

The signal was weak in the valley, so we climbed to the mountain top
And I told you to ‘Jump off!’

Wrap up, pack up your perceptions
Take a side; hitch a ride to the end times
Smoke filled eyes relax for the last time

[Rant 2]: And just was is the texture of this fabric, which wraps my face in dissonance; elegantly distracting from the reality of our chaotic nature; gracefully dictating our thoughts, structured like clockwork; tangential to every breath and every heartbeat, over the vast plains of our history.

We are (We Are), We are (We Are) – We are the children
We are (We Are), We are (We Are) – We are the children
…of a globalised world, of a globalised world, of a globalised…
…of a globalised world, of a globalised world, of a globalised…


I thought I heard you say ‘These trees are covered in alcohol’
As it erodes into the sand I’m falling upwards…
I dreamt I heard you scream ‘These streets are covered in mescaline’
As I seem to forget my name…
I’m scaling downwards…
I’m tripping upwards...

A substitute for your compliments, to compliment what you substitute
A substitute for your compliments, to compliment what you substitute


We are (We Are), We are (We Are) – We are the children
We are (We Are), We are (We Are) – We are the children
We are (We Are), We are (We Are) – We are the children
We are (We Are), We are (We Are) – We are the children
…of a globalised world, of a globalised world, of a globalised

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