Ragon Linde

Anthropocene

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Ragon Linde
2018
Ragon Linde

Story

Words by Ragon Linde and Carrie-Ann Tkaczyk

Music by Ragon Linde

Lyrics

The ants, the ants, we are the ants

The ants, the ants, we are the ants

 

silt, oil, sun, soil, sift it, turn it, toss, burn it, put  it where we want.

silt, oil, sun, soil, sift it, turn it, toss, burn it, put  it where we want.

 

Every new age is the death of another

This is, must be, will be too

Every new age, dear, is the death of another

Of the old.  breaking ground

for the new  Anthropocene.


CHORUS

This will be.  Will be the death of you.

This will be.  Will be the death of you.

 

Our hubris has come undone

We’ve sucked out all petroleum

We’ve built our cities in the sand

Spray painted boxes crisscross our land

 

Two billion, two hundred twenty-two million, three hundred sixty-six thousand,

six hundred fifty four tons of food plundered

just this year to feed us. Just this year.

This is the face of seven billion

The earth’s become our pavilion

Hastily built and easy to clear.

 

CHORUS

 

We are the ants and this is our pile

King of the mountains Damn! This is the face of seven billion

The Earth’s now my pavilion

Our new age is one long regression toward the mean

Anthropocene

 

Put it where we want.

Put it where we want.

Put it where we want.

Put it where we want.

 

Wake the Fuck Up

Wake the Fuck Up

Wake the Fuck Up

Wake the Fuck Up