Poor Machine

by Irving Washington

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"Free! No, I am not free yet. My last works have not yet been printed, and, considering the deplorable state of my poor machine, I no longer hope to see the whole collection in print. But if, contrary to my expectations, I ever reach that point and can bid farewell once and for all to my public, believe me, Sir, on that day I will be free, or no man has ever known freedom."

-Jean-Jacques Rousseau, 'Four Letters to Monsieur de Malesherbes' (1762)

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released April 25, 2017

All words and lyrics by Irving Washington. Album photographs by Molly McEachran-Salazar, featuring my sisters Eva and Olivia.

Special thanks to Alicia, Lucas, Todd, Brennan, Asher, Grant, Anders, Ivan, Ayanna, Mandy, Dr. Watrous, Mom, Dad, Molly, Eva, Olivia, all the Coolest Kids back home, and the impeccable Señor Connor Sprague.

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Irving Washington Glendale, Arizona

Undergrad studying sociology, gender studies, philosophy of religion, and memes. Worships the Hush Sound.

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Track Name: Hang Me
I've got a lot of bills I have to pay
I got a lot of essays due today
I don't have any time
To philosophize in my rocking chair
To wax poetic about how life isn't fair
I'm a slave to the grind

Even if things haven't changed when I die
I will be able to say that I tried
To think but not to act on it is to lie

Hang me

I finish school and get some steady work
Long hours for some bureaucratic jerk of a boss
Raising kids and keeping the rent
My life's so busy every day and night I'm spent
But it's not my loss
Not of a movement, I'm not part of a clan
Not part of any big political plan
Just me, my family and my man

Even if things haven't changed when I die
I will be able to say that I tried
Though I don't get this emptiness inside
Track Name: Free
I have my chocolate, and I have my tea
And I am still free; I'll always be free
Elections come and go on my plasma TV
They don't matter to me because I'll always be free
They say it will be a dark day
When the pipes rust through and the concrete cracks
But my tap flows clean and clear
And I don't hear nobody complaining here

Caliphates rise beneath Arab skies
It doesn't matter to me; I'll always be free
Missiles fill the air, and trash fills the sea
But it won't bother me because I'll always be free
People say it would be a dark day
If he was elected here
But my skin is light, I'm far from the fight,
And I know that I can sleep soundly tonight

I'm not the problem, I'm not the cause
It's not my problem; I don't make the laws
Track Name: The Future Comes Too Soon
City lights are out of sight
They fade into the dark of the night
Zooming down away from town
I savor the bite of the wind, rushing past as we drive 'round

I listen as the breeze runs through the trees
And rustles their leaves; I don't want to leave, now
I sit beneath the halo of the moon
The coming day looms, the future comes too soon, now
I've seen that shadow a few times before
Each time it malingered outside my door
I fell onto the floor
Track Name: Communist Chic
My darling comrade, I'm waxing profound
I've done a lot of thinking of late
The oppression of the bourgeoisie has got me down
I wanna join the Soviet state
The latest fashion is to aid the common man
And I'm not one to be outside the clique
Everybody's doing it, can't you understand?
Come with me and you'll be communist chic

We'll be marching side-by-side
The working class all unified
Bringing the ruling pigs to their end is just the latest trend
It's hip to fight the man, though I don't understand
Exactly what Marx was talking about
But no mind, we can do without

our individuality and freedom; conformity is so magnifique
Everybody's doing it, can't you understand?
Come with me and you'll be communist chic!
Track Name: Yer Goth
Darkness spells my cursed hell
I was spawned far behind my time
My weak heart is crusted with rime
My soul implodes into the void
And I can't avoid the weight of your stare
Your evil gaze is always there
Piercing my throat, caressing my hair

My family ties are family lies
And I am an unwitting accomplice in
the crimes of my kin
They condemn my soul to the void
And I can't avoid the weight of your stare
Your evil gaze is always there
Piercing my throat, caressing my hair

You're alone and you will die
In the soft gloam you will sigh
A lilting lullaby
Your body won't be found
There is no one else around
Death never makes a sound

It was me
It was only me
Track Name: True Faith
It must be said: God is dead
And there's no question why
This hedonism wracks my brain inside
Where do I go? I feel institutionalized

Not that far back, life was gemeinschaft
Altruism reigned straight and true
Under the word of law, uniform morality without flaw
With this freedom of mind, I don't know what to do

It is so hard to find true faith these days

I don't understand why it's so hard to feel
For anyone but me
I would go down on my knees and pray for absolution
Anything but to be free

It is so hard to find true faith these days
Can anyone divine why God and humankind have gone their separate ways?

Like a disease upon humanity
This vanity will consume our lives
This toxic hubris will degenerate
We are profligates, drunk on our pomp and pride
Track Name: We All Killed Him
I. Mitya's lament

The judgment of God pierces my consciousness
I must address
That if I'm doomed to Hell then I deserve it
I do confess
I'm a slave to my passions above all else
Even as I hear the death knells

My hands drenched in blood, I approach the scaffold
Nailed to the cross
What goes around comes around, and I'm no saint
My glowing bairn growing faint
I'm a slave to my passions above all else
Even as I hear the death knells
I am a scoundrel over all, but all that I hear is the sound of my fall
Sound of my fall

II. Smerdyakov's Soliloquy

III. Ivan's Dilemma

What is this madness that takes me,
That tears me asunder between Heaven and Hell?
Can humans love one another,
Or are we just wretches looking to be quelled?
Whether Christ is or isn't is all moot
Because we only listen to what we want to hear
What is a life free of virtue, though?
I find myself overtaken with fear

IV. Alyosha's Love
Track Name: Captured In Stone
Your life is short and violent
You'll soon die off in silence
The sands of time erode your voice
And you have no choice
Your line and your legacy will fade
In the war and sex and poverty cavalcade
Can you possibly transcend your mortality
Lest you cease to be?
Build castles and walls and towers so tall
They block the winter, rain and sunshine
Write and craft up your name, so despite any change
One part of you will stay the same

Life captured in stone
We sit on our thrones, forever great
But what happens when we reach the end
And submit to fate?

And all ain't made to last
The Earth keeps turning fast
You'll peek your head above the wall
And find that you missed it all
Humans and their gods and nature are all at odds
We long for stasis out of entropy
We write and craft up our names, so despite any change
One part of us will stay the same