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Yup we made another poster! The dates are fixed now!

So Propaganda Anonymous (Gabe) and I are somewhere in Nebraska, eating at a place called cracker barrel. I can’t get over the fact that the place has cracker in the title. I’m satisfied though, I got some catfish and fried apples.

My mother was right. I’m totally white trash. It doesn’t beat a paratha, or a leg piece, but it may be inching out taco bell as my favorite culinary cuisine.

We were up all night working on this song, A dog called Akhira, with Propaganda Anonymous at Pop Sensations – a studio run by our good friend Dustin. We were up for hours, writing the lyrics, the flows, and it was perfect. Madison is an amazing city, so friendly, and you can get mac n cheese pizza.
We’re adjusting to not having our lovely fashion insultant, Faith, with us. We’ve been getting spoilt on the food she and Kate have made for us, strombolis, home made pizza, green sauce pizza, chai, grilled chicken, fresh pop corn.

Anyways, like I said our song is up here. Here are the lyrics!!

A dog called Akhira

Hear the radio radio
I’m already Allah
I’m not waiting for a dog called Akhira
To the foot of the bridge, where the bomb goes off
Head Upstream,
Where sheets of ice crack like static,
How long have we been at it?
Tilt your head up to breathe
Hear the radio radio
I’m already Allah
I’m not waiting for a dog called Akhira
To the foot of the bridge, where the bomb goes off

Prop Anon:
The game is set like chess
Black oil schemes for a baited breath,
Babies burned with depleted uranium,
I seek to fill my soul in the holes that the bullets will leave,
So leave your home and leave alone,
These hopeful dreams that only you and me can see,
Freedom is a disease, seeds are burned from there
For the need of some greed, it’s the beast,
Who feed on those living on their knees,
Hear the radio radio
I’m already Allah,
Jesus, Muhammad, Zoroaster,
And a night full of stars,
Get connection with the message,
Because its rightfully ours,
We are born in a battle,
Bringing all of our hearts,
So stand tall like a soul,
Swinging a blade,
In a maze that is aimed at killing the lame,
Yeah remember your name,
Because the rain is a bomb,
Just remember your name,
Because it’s aimed at love

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To the foot of the bridge,
Where the bomb goes off

Head upstream,
Where waves are like faith,
And all you feel are ghost pains,
Phantom limbs tingle,
Reach for my finger if it’s cold
But we’re in this alone,
But we’re in this alone

Hear the radio radio,
I’m already Allah
I’m not waiting for a dog called Akira
To the foot of the bridge,
Where the bomb goes off.

Pieces of people float by in the wreckage,
Dead faces with pursed limps and no message,
Everything crumbles like Babel,
So smash that last idol standing on the table,
So smash that last idol standing on the table