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“Disenchanted” - Diacritical 2007 Such Records. One of the more musically interesting of the Diacritical songs this has a cycling 6/8 rhythm coupled by a fervent choir of chanting as the back drop for a song that expresses the disillusionment of circumstance. We are not all meant to be what we dream but we dream anyway, the journey from ego to self realization is one laden with disappointment, if desire is truly the route of suffering, why do we keep trying, is it pride or something even more? Are we shapers of reality, or bound by circumstance.

Lyrics:
(chanting ” i just don’t give up”)

Right across the street
The air smells sweeter
The vibrant illusion
Of my so called fever
Could I be the beloved
Or the cheap thrill seeker
In this cold reality
The truth is I’m neither

Shove it back inside the package
Return to sender
You’re just average
You’re nothing special
You don’t feel equal
The mood is never tranquil
And it never will be

I’m disenchanted
my foes all vanquished
to end the rampage I spoke another language
no matter how much I cry
the sun will still be there when I wake up
I can’t ensure that I’ll endure another day of feeling this way
This tightened face
It plays charades
I’m being vague
But that’s OK
See, I’m fragile like the moment before you spill your guts
No more eloquence
I just don’t give (a fuck) / up

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Diacritical - “War Crimes” 2007

I’m not my father

I’m the oracle
the lyrical miracle
I’m filling that hole in my soul
with spiritual spackle
caught in a debacle
smoking wack-o-tobacco
words in a conundrum
over the bass drum
if life was a needle
it’d be stuck in the eye
of the norm of the storm
I cuddle with chaos to stay warm
like love letters with no postage, man
I wandered from land to land with marker in hand
clenched fist could have caused carpel tunnel
all the races in a funnel siphoned out to be the modern man
and they wonder why the world has gone under
because we don’t except we label keeping the balance unstable
like some who concentrate their power to create
a world polluted by corporate clowns turning smiles upside down
little rich girl
never seen her daddy’s world
all the money that he stole all the lives out of control for what, greed, the need to succeed

Disease resides in the mind
Frequently travels through time
And lovers pay for war crimes
The mothers pay for war crimes

I’ll shake the world like an etch-a sketch
And hopefully the rest can catch
My drift
A pivotal moment to deposit there opinion
I’m peeling the layers of an onion
The core is marketed , yes
again in pursuit of capital
the out come being volatile

the stocks in family value are depleted but still the beat’s repeated

so the
message in conceived and hopefully received
with open ears and joy full tears
the truth is no one succeed without failing first
so in a burst of anxious power
I make my rivals cower
and realize that all along they were
incognito, diseased like a mosquito
plaguing there own mind
and walking a thin line between the
dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb….

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“Ignorance” is a song against racism and discrimination from Diacritical’s 2007 self titled release. Produced by Don Zientara. Though this is an old song (composed in 1996) it seems to stay relevant. The song is featured in Eyesteelfilms documentary about Taqwacore, and is referenced in a recent Time magazine article Though many people believe the song is a reaction to the recent blossoming bud of islamophobia, the song was meant to be a call against all forms of inequality and intolerance, sexism, racism, homophobia and class-ism included. Anyone who has ever felt the sting of bigotry should understand the words all to well.

Lyrics:

What if I could see you
Would you say to me
All the time
You’ve been so cold
I’ve hid inside
And if words could mend your eyes
I’d scream a thousand times
I’d scream a thousand times
Why do you hate

…and you could hide behind you mask
and raise your hand in wicked rhymes
and hear me scream a thousand times

Why do you hate me

Stop the hate.