Figurative and Literal Opiates

by Bradley The Buyer

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  • All music, engineering, recording and vocals performed by Bradley the Buyer, except where otherwise noted.

    Mastered by Johan Ess.

    Extra special thanks to Johan Ess, James Curcio, Hoodoo Engine, Wes Unruh, Aron Price, Black Sun, Catface, and any and all artists who have worked with me in the past and still haven't rubbed my name out of their rolodex due to GROSSLY exaggerated claims of insanity.

    See You Next Tuesday!

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This work is dedicated to Agent 156, who spent his hours handing out razor blades at goth and industrial night clubs.

"Figurative and Literal Opiates" is a record about the ways in which we deceive ourselves and others. It is a record about the ways in which we allow our identities to be generated by others, hero worship, and consumer culture. You will probably never hear it.

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released June 23, 2011

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Track Name: Notes From Thee Underground
The irony, you think you're free
Being who you want to be
Fuck the violence in your scene
And fuck the hive drone colony
Carrier rats of the emotional plague
I'll say it clear, I won't be vague
What's liberation if you're only reacting?
A whole lot of posturing, disease contracting.

Counterculture does not exist.
Self important masochist.
Feed yourself a loser script.
Swallow rehashed, trite bullshit.

Slap some logos on my record, I'm a sham
Here's an inverted pentagram!
Pseudo-intellectual sophistry,
Dressed up as philosophy.
Let's get high, let's get drunk
We'll both go out and then we'll fuck.
We'll probably feel guilty later,
Pretty Selfish Immolator.

Counterculture does not exist.
Self important nihilist.
Feed yourself a loser script.
Swallow rehashed, trite bullshit.
Track Name: Bradley the Buyer, Johan Ess, Agent 139 - Ministry of Cliches
We got a ministry of cliches
To control the population
We can sell you apathy
Stand in line for indoctrination

Got a way to control your mind
And all your rebels are carefully selected
Spun out and wasting time
Watered down and misdirected

We are the gods of heroin chic
Taste the granite cock of mammon
Give you poisoned food to eat
Laboratory plagues, designer famine!
We design the archetypes
You'll live the role that we've created
We can profit off that chip on your shoulder!
Intellectually isolated.

(Buy! Buy! Buy more shit! YEARRGGGGHHHH....

BUY BUY BUY BUY BUY BUY BUY BUY BUY)

(unintelligable gurgling about manic depression...)

We got a ministry of cliches
You will die when we tell you to die.
Clearing way for the master race,
We distract we can keep you occupied.
Got a ministry of cliches
A pestilence to sweep the underlings.

Do you fear the man behind the curtain?

Tell me who do you think is pulling your strings?
Track Name: Murder Is Sexy
I've a reflexive desire
To light you on fire
Beat you half to death
And pull your teeth out with pliers.
My sole motivation is I can't feel a thing
And I know I'm alive when I can watch you suffering.

I'm sociopathic and I don't have a soul
I'm successful and happy and I'm maintaining control
Society rewards me for the things that I do
Just look in the mirror
I'm a lot like you.

Your TV tells you what you ought to be
And shows you everything you ought to see
Reflect it back to you because you're me
Murder is sexy, wouldn't you agree?

I am who I am because our culture is death
Can you feel yourself decay with every passing breath?
The apple is rotten, we're choking on maggots
We're addicted to tragedy and we can't kick the habit
And what's another dead, if it keeps me amused?
You're nothing but meat, just an object to use
As long as it flashes and bleeps, as long as it's new
Take a look in the mirror, I'm a lot like you.

Your TV tells you what you ought to be
And shows you everything you ought to see
Reflect it back to you because you're me
Murder is sexy, wouldn't you agree?