There Is No Silver Lining

by Möbius Strip

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Pangea 02:02
A freighter ship left port Pangea was her name Her crew was the best there was But her captain was insane There was no land in sight When the panicked first mate cried, “I fear we’re out of fuel” The loyal crew replied: We stand with Pangea We stand with our own Cannibalize the cargo, The rudder, deck, and mast Strip the vessel bare Burn each board to the last We stand with Pangea We stand on our own Pangea Out of fuel? Burn the crew!
The seas hold black gold The sea sold for black gold Blood! Below the surface the ocean bleeds A gaping wound from which a toxin leaks Corporate pirates plunge their corkscrew knives Wreaking havoc on all marine life The seas hold black gold The sea sold for black gold The seas hold black gold Behold the black gold Blood! Blood billows from the ocean floor Coagulates along the shore The damage done, their will imposed The sign proclaims, "The Gulf is closed" You're not allowed in Profit abounds when You're not allowed in
Vacationland Toes in the sand So it began: Endless summer With smokestacks’ dye The sun paints the sky With no outcry came Endless summer July’s embers Survived December Seasons surrender Endless summer Landscape browned Pushed underground By heat profound, by Endless summer There’s no escaping Endless summer
Undone 01:49
The engines whine Factories hum Inflicting progress On everyone The stream of commerce A raging flood Wipes out the landscape Bathes us in blood We always knew this day would come The haze too thick to see the sun Evolution’s work undone You don't need a thneed We always knew this day would come The haze too thick to see the sun Evolution’s work undone
Songbird 03:20
You are the one who will sing us to sleep As we are swept away by rising seas You are the one who will sing us to sleep Look out, look out, look out Canary in the coal mine Look out, look out, look out We ignored your sign Canary in the coal mine Now we’re out of time No more warnings World keeps warming
A gilt life at everyone's expense Guilty! Guilty! Guilty! Silver lining Not arriving despite all the pining Silver lining The silver is lining their pockets Coffins’ empty promises Fill coffers There is no silver lining Someone won’t find worth strip-mining There is no silver lining
In the name of the dollar We trade away the sun For the light of burning spirits Glut like this day is the only one A new religion Crucify the dollar For our daughters and sons Find a vein and spear it Preserve the future for everyone A new religion Which side are you on?
We’re lonely among our peers Since the serpents invaded our ears Poisoning Now and Here Though these raindrops could be a monsoon Isolationists never commune This platoon all cocooned It’s hard to see eye to eye When everyone’s virtualized Flesh and bone replaced by drones The last tree will fall unheard Provided our shrouded shepherds Don’t disconnect our surrogates Warm, but not alive Hard drives spin producing heat Filtering reality The apogee of technology Is community burned in effigy Warm, but not alive
It's all about the money Salvation sought through accumulation We killed the vegetation But the plants are thriving Hawked the greenhouse Now where will we house the green? Rising tides raise all ships, unless... The fleet - They own it The coast - Control it We killed the vegetation But we saved the greenhouse Someday something will grow here again Someday
Black Box 02:26
If they ever find the Black box in this vessel's wreckage Black box, play the final message The black box alone knows the captain's identity The black box thumping in the captain’s chest pumps Black box oil, defiles our nest Black box ink depicts a frightening nightmare Garbage in, garbage out Reckon there's garbage in between Garbage always finds a way Inside the Black box: evidence gone missing Black box, show us who’s been pissing Black box oil where water used to be Black box, pray, who is to blame? Black box, give up the captain’s name Black box Black box recovered from the wreckage Black box, play the final message: The captain’s wheel turned by ten billion hands
Begin Again 02:48
See something, say something Report your neighbor, ride for free See something, say something Lost liberty, false security It's not enough to tap your phone Watch you from drones The final indictment must come from One of your own See something, say something Surveillance outsourced to the surveilled! What if, instead, when governments overreach we Say something A distributed panopticon Packaged up as security A distributed panopticon A suspicious package indeed!


Recorded March 2015 at Inner Ear Studios with Don Zientara
Assisted by Felix Nieto
Mastered by T.J. Lipple


released May 16, 2016

All songs by Möbius Strip

RAF: drums, guitars
Mark Kennedy: guitars, voices
Pitt Stains: bass, voices

Cover photo by David Shankbone

Left Out Records LO5




Möbius Strip Washington, D.C.

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