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A policeman and a fortune teller
both left their posts at `or(hell, high_water)`
cuz neither of them were who they'd set out to be
You can lie about the mail; you can lie about the money
but a little bit of math will always find the funny business
trust comes from the earth like the banyan tree
Hold on and be brave
I know you see that comin' wave
The water is dear if we want to live
and the fire in our hearts is ours to give
the earth makes nodes out of some of its stone
and they carry good news through the air back home
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I talked to my banjo guy on Friday
I sent him a message in the clear
I asked him to fly down to St. Pete
...we hoped a violin might appear.
And sure enough that message
that plaintext on the wire
was intercepted by a fiddler
...with the three-letter qualifier.
She said, 'I'm the Nanny State Fiddler'
I fiddle with your data every day
a nanny state fiddler
plays the violin this way
And much to my amazement
she showed up on my porch
she wore a suit and had dark shades
but her instrument had been torched
she had learned just about all my songs
from a warrantless wiretap
but she played them all like I'd never seen
with a broke stroke and a slap
She's the nanny state fiddler
she fiddles with your data every night
a nanny state fiddler
replays your darkness in her light
she saved me from myself
when I almost wronged the man
she knew me better than my mom and dad
...maybe that was the plan
she said, let me fiddle with your life, new friend
I'll be your backbeat
and if you need a listening ear
I'll be eavesdropping from my seat
I'm the nanny state fiddler
I read your data when I can
I'm the nanny state fiddler
I read your data every day
a nanny state fiddler
plays the violin this way
I'm the nanny state fiddler
I fiddle with your data every night
a nanny state fiddler
...darkness into light...
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Oh, you can't see me
you can only see my key
but I don't love the chain more than the tree
I pedal toward the sun
to make peace with someone
and plant lilacs on the morning of the bank run
way down ahead
time runs us in a runtime when we love each other's thread
let what will just be
the blocks that are ahead generate all the history
a caress across the chains
I sent one lover grains
through consensus tubes of secrets and chicanes
a ZKP
is four thundering hooves
through a storm of scams of talking heads and blood-stained pillared roofs
way down ahead
time runs us in a runtime when we love each other's thread
let what will just be
the blocks that are ahead generate all the history
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4. |
The Frog (Live)
05:31
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Cork Board (Live)
01:50
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Justin Holmes St. Petersburg, Florida
blockchain bluegrass, songs of surveillance, and video game traditionals, with an emphasis on live acoustic shows that highlight local artists and traditions at tech events around the world.
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