Clear history, aka love letter to the supremacis(ts)

Lyrics, video, production Lara Holy, Hannah Aram Khan Rothammer If all the world were apple pie And all the seas were ink And all the trees were bread and cheese What would you have to drink? And if you find …

Clear history, aka love letter to the supremacis(ts)

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Lyrics, video, production Lara Holy, Hannah Aram Khan Rothammer

If all the world were apple pie
And all the seas were ink
And all the trees
were bread and cheese
What would you have to drink?
And if you find 
inside your mind
a Multitude in chorus,
and up is down
and day is night
and first is last 
and left is right
and last is first
and life is death
and death: rebirth
and east is west
and north is south
and all is one
and particle is wave,
do the meek inherit earth?
The faithful
or the brave?
And if you find
inside your mind
a Multitude in chorus,
shall the meek inherit the earth?

Supremacy jus bores us.
But not before it kills us.

So much for security forces
So much for the order of August
So much for the eye of old Horus
So much for the spells of Osiris
So much for the work of Abaddon
So much for poor Azrael’s bandage

When fixed becomes becoming,
remember:
becoming need never be fixed.
Have faith in the garden:
transition
my love,
ain’t no mysterious tricks.
Have faith in the lamp and the love.
Have faith in the ground up above.
We saw you, 
we loved you, 
we raised you,
We see you now grow
and become you.
Have faith in birth-givers who trained you,
Have faith in the women who aid you.
Have faith in your sisters and brothers.
Have faith in your grandmas and mothers.
May feminine energy guide you
(big up Sampa)
Feminine energy guides you.
Big up your non-binary siblings.
Big up all your kin and the kindred.
And in terms of your sin: you’re forgiven.
Sometime eyes looked away 
and erased you.
Ja weh, it must hurt, when we blaze you.

You were born as a flame, and an ancient.
Now get closer to God and the angels.
Coz there’s no apprehension,
no danger.
And we were, and we are, and we will be.
And we don’t approve violence,
nor killin’
Let the words just flow through,
through the vessel
and wind’s wave just blow blue,
melt the mettle.
May your body return to the middle.
And your middle return to the body.
Beyond meaning or sound,
between sky and the ground,
beyond colour or circle,
or the red, or the purple.
Or arrow or shield
or the gain or the yield
or the desert or field,
neither standing, nor kneeled.

Iridescent pearl,
oily little girl,
fuckin up the world.
And there’s no loss of signal.
And there’s no loss or gain.
No humble or vain.
Shall we bring on the rain?
Black stones from the sky.
Put it in the corner,
I cannot tell a lie.

Does the noise, validated
become blood, menstruated
by the boy
who was born
with his crown
of the thorn?
He lies bleeding,
you see?
And as you
become me,
bullet holes in the ceiling
of the Marcus Garvey.
and as we
become one,
may these answers,
belated,
quench your thirst,
now be sated!

Girl buried alive,
thousand years trapped inside,
it is time now, to rise.
All your mirrors and rhyming,
such perfection of timing.
We chose well, 
we all know,
now it’s time
for the show,
double consciousness.

And the silence is loud.
You look out at the crowd,
turn your head and remain.
And the pleasure is pain.
Try to focus your brain,
and it all starts again.

Shall we bring on the rain?

So if you find
inside your mind
a Multitude in chorus
HASSAN!
HOSANNA!
ALL YOUR NAMES!

Supremacy just bores us
So borin’
it’s a sin
and it kills us

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