Monday, September 6, 2021

HAPPY SOMA Day to y'all. ALL these songs in this posted thread today are lifted from my morning perusal of playlists from music archives, and from a podcast personality I admire ---a submitted in a kind of format that clenches the air of teleported morning zombiefied inertia that I have to shake off with some grinding music and inspirational victim-yearning-for-freedom (mostly for mastery) music.

 The usual yelling and hate skits I was forced into last night, with hissing subliminal content about death--the newest addition from the latest torturing rapist in this group--from Europ-a-land, a most vicious and nasty person who feigns the most hyperglycemic performances of sweetness, which are rendered out of absolute imitation of the victims his forefathers and mothers massacred--stealing all possible. Me screaming as usual to follow their promotional schedule about how their abuse and violence makes me curdle at the sight of them--this one in particular is most offensive. he goes on and on, it's now been three months of his heinousness forced upon me, and thus in a kind of random picking of the playlist from my music station (with lists of these songs in the archives) and from the podcast which I have yet to listen to because I do not, I mean I fear that even clicking on any living performer's link will entail months or years of torture from just having given them any attention whatsoever, as they all latch on when or if I click on their movies or write any kind of post about them (in the example of the vicious hater I have made only vague reference to, I admired his performance and now consider it akin to his own drug addiction personality and his fascist Nazi theft of the art and style of the victims he is emulating in the absence of his love for life, for respect for love and sexuality, and his neanderthal grasping for power--which is the dominant them, veiled by the grasping for power in the bizness world with all it's victims and death and massacres. thus I present some of the songs that I did not seek out consciously, but I discovered by artists I have never heard from before--and why is that? Oh yes, anything "liberal" or "radical" is forbidden on pain of death in the media corporate fascist Nazi milieu you all are hooked into and bow down to.

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I could not find any lyrics for the Proletariat/Westernization song below, it sounds like a direct quote by Marx, and possibly and probably is. Reasons for the omission of this song or it's lyrics from any search engine are included in the above analysis of the suppression of any deviance to the incorporated bizness model of neanderthal grasping for power and blanking of minds to bend with the will of the lowest common denominator which has risen to the top.
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LYrics:

"May I crawl to your thrown? Oh master! God of swine Lick your heels, maim your kind You worship sacrifice crawl crawl Let me live for your use Maggot prince, please abuse Continue to fuck me Urine soaked mutant glee crawl crawl".

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NEANDERTHAL. "CRAWL" . Rene Ochoa. November 23, 2011.




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TUne-Yards. "Bizness" (Official Video). 4AD. March 25, 2011.




Lyrics:

If I represent the one that did this to you
Then can away the part that represents the thing that scarred you
I say, get up, stand up, get up, stand up, get on it
Yes sir, I am no longer who you thought this one would be
We end up around the mountain that I climb to lose you
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I said, I said give me the business that business could work through
I say, ask me but all my wisdom departed
Tell me but all my wisdom departed but
Help please at least answer me this
Answer me, answer me
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What's the business, yeah
Don't take my life away, don't take my life away
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From a distance, yeah
Don't take my life away, don't take my life away
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I'm a victim, yeah
Don't take my life away, don't take my life away
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I'm addicted, yeah
Don't take my life away, don't take my life away
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If you just press your fingers down under my skin (Go on and do it, go on and do it)
Lift up, dig up, lift up, dig up and bleed for me, and bleed for me
I say, I'll bleed if you ask me
I'll bleed if you ask me
That's when, that's when, he said no
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What's the business, yeah
Don't take my life away, don't take my life away
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From a distance, yeah
Don't take my life away, don't take my life away
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I'm a victim, yeah
Don't take my life away, don't take my life away
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I'm addicted, yeah
Don't take my life away, don't take my life away
⁠
I'm addicted, yeah
From a distance, yeah
I'm a victim, yeah
What's the business, yeah
⁠
I'm addicted, yeah (Don't take my life away, don't take my life away)
What's the business, yeah
⁠
I'm addicted, yeah
From a distance, yeah
I'm a victim, yeah
What's the business, yeah
Don't take my life away, don't take my life away.

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The Proletariat - Westernization.  Kasten Cola. July 26, 2016.






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SOMA COMMERCIAL. ChillinDylan. April 19, 2016.


Dave Brubeck's Take 5, featured in this HAPPY Soma commercial (spoof)--it's the exact same song my formerly Hippie parents played circa 1975, after the war was lost and won and lost again---for their infiltrator CIA-sponsored mind control ultra-not-hip "new" friends once the white, mainstream middle class college boyz didn't have to fear fighting for the profits off exploiting SE Asia--(turning that task to the poor and minorities instead--using a "blanket" statement). That same "happy" musick was played while my parents were being reprogrammed to HATE and then turn away from politics and instead become obsessive about their careers and their own self-interest. Absolutely symbolic of what many other Americans and Europ-a's did as they "sold out" and turned-on to Big Brother. Where have they all gone? They have now all bought into portfolios and are chugging down martinis instead of passing joints around as of daze of old when they could "rebel".

Too bad this jolly and pleasant song has had to be forced into a more evil slant, I suggest that Dave Brubeck was not of that mentality nor did he endorse any kind of SOMA futeristic mechanical music step-in-line beating of the marching lines.
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The Proletariat | Soma Holiday LP [full]. 1/4 DEAD. August 7, 2015.




SOMA Holiday, once more by the punk band The Proletariat. This is a band I may have heard of or seen on some list in the past, but now it is time to renew older ties to what is not old music but which I had discarded in my programming to accept the marching beat of mechanical/electronic music genres which have dominated so much of the modern world marching order.

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This album (above) will be excellent to download onto my little (broken) tiny Nokia mobile phone which only functions as a music layer (camera and phone have been broken by the terrorist organization which rummaged through my room nightly to inflict damage to body and property). It will be so wonderous to listen to as I shop in stores which, when the music stops on my phone because the album or playlist has completed, I hear most awful SOMA music on the loudspeakers as vicious terrorist gang stalkers surround me to spray stains on my clothing, rip threads out of anything I wear, steal my purse, money or poison/drug my food (sitting on sale on shelves, the fake staff are also a part of every terror team) but the MUSACK that is played while this is going on is like the purveyors of terrorism in these covert terrorist stalking teams: always sugary and hyperglycemic and fake happy fake pleasant and socially modified and enhanced pure junk food and musick.

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The stress to my body from literal 3/4 of a day and night combined being spent fighting sinister, grasping, beady-eyed hateful parasitic abusers who are lunging at me to get endless free promotions, which are never-ending this social engineering contract has no limits and no bounds. The destruction to my health literally just from stress alone is murder. Besides shitting stinking black and brown piles and hard pieces of poison out which pollute my bloodstream--I literally faint, pass-out on my bed from the horrific poison which is coursing through my lymphatic system, kidneys and liver and bloodstream going into my brain, where the implants in my brain have created a tube network of hard poisons coursing down in hard filaments and tubes into my neck, the vertebrae is lined with attached tubes integrated into the vertebrae extending in literally all directions--I must strive to fracture the hard poisons so they will slowly loosen and then expand about 6-10 times their shrunken size--and then the poisons seep into my body as I faint on my bed--while in this prone position the terrorists utilize my body's vulnerability and slash under my cuticles and literally cut them off my toes. A few weeks ago the cuticle bed was completely cut off (permanently it was severed off) while I had collapsed in such a state, unable to move from toxic shock and also the pain of hard poisons ripping muscle and skin tissue out of the interior cavity of my body in the thoracic, lumbar and vertebrae regions; in effect my entire spine if affected the muscles are at cellular level ripped out with the poisons which have attached to tissue, skin and bone and also into my intestines and brain and etc. The terrorists order their minions to slash, cut parts of my body out, as they inflict torture skits while I am deep sleep healing mode--death skits, homeless skits, insulting "dumbing" skits aimed at me endlessly. My body exhibits signs of premature aging, grey thin hair, balding from chemicals smeared into my scalp for years and decades to damage my formerly lustrous hair. My skin dotted with blemishes from poisons slahered onto my skin my hands are huge deformed the cuticles are gone from maybe 3 fingers, completely. the nails hang off, are calloused and the toe nails which have had the cuticles removed (in this past month, they severed completely off the cuticle from my right left toe which has been broken; it's not a bunion it's been broken and that happened after I made a drugged-up- comment about a nazi white male out of denmark who, along with a famous "punk" musician out of england, who has routinely hacked his music into my all-female punk lists on youtube, is endlessly trying to scam his promotion out of attacking me; but both musicians attacked me on the same day because I clicked on their music, assuming that their stances about fighting conformist authoritarianism was also directed at me, as a universal person on this planet and not just their nazi white "alternative" branch___one however was an open nazi and in my drugged and enraged anger about the rise of nazism in general and from years of being violently assaulted nearing murder where I am currently living, a huge population of euro tourists so I know their imperialistic impulses and what they truly are when the are on vacation and brown people service them like slaves, almost literally and very plantation-like. They don't have to pretend to go to church or conform to "democracy" standards, in other words. they had me in an accident by having a work truck on the steep hill outside of my living arrangement, and there was a tiny trickle of a clear liquid which appeared like water as I was driving down this 45-degree angle hillside down towards the road (which always becomes extremely busy only when I am trying to get out of the complex and there are no cars before or after I approach this junction so the orchestrated exact timing of cars driving into my path only happens at the exact moment I am at the bottom of the hill---so I must perpetually brake at a very tight angle but after I get out of this junction there are always no cars, and it's always a packed jam of cars blocking my path only when I am driving down otherwise I would be able to navigate easily without having to brake and hold the bike at a fourty_five degree angle (right now hackers have turned the wIfi off, have blocked access to commas and periods and numbers ). the workmen had created a stream of oil---so that the bike literally slid into a crashing position nearing the bottom of the hillside so that the inevitable line of *terrorist* cars always blocking my smooth descent were there while I was sliding and crashing in a sideways projectile. I landed on my left foot, and it hurt a bit but I otherwise was ok, the foot was not injured because I was wearing boots--I went home later that day and at night fell asleep---woke up with the toe completely at a 45-degree angle pointing into my other foot--like at night nothing wrong, the next morning the toe completely disjointed. this was after rotten the punk out of england threatened me after he began his snobby imperialistic white male supremacy english antisemitic gig, his german wife somewhere in the background or watching or knowing about this obviously---I reacted in anger. I am always in these situations drugged so as to render me in a hyperbolic state and knee-jerk reaction which always gives the terrorists an excuse to inflict real violence upon me to justify their white male supremacy (or female or any other skin color they all are told that this is "master-slave" and to inflict all "You have no rights" actions against me). 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