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KEEP YOU WARM LP

by OUTRIGHT

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1.
Truth Teller 02:56
Those slaver statues stand so tall Coloniser’s concrete foundations Cementing to the core Our source for indignation The base on which your values are built The basis for removal of guilt Your fortune at the expense of their toil Loss of your tears or their blood in the soil Pull down their effigies Destroy the likeness We don’t need to see it in stone To know their role in crisis Spit on that pedestal Undo the glory of thieves Hold up the mirror to murderers Don’t look up to those who deceive Is it erasing history If you never wrote or taught it truthfully? It’s not the pen or the sword But who holds it Not the lore or the myth But who moulds it Reality aside Stories owned by who’s heard There lies your pride? Lives and legacies blurred Truth teller Soothsayer Repeat the sins of the past Flying your flag at half mast
2.
The Hammer 03:00
Poisons in your cup Margins lit up Ostracised and tried Strung up, crucified For taking lead Where you don’t We heal and succeed Fight and moan Saviour as satan when it suits Madonna, Medusa in absolutes Saviour as satan when it suits Salem’s lot Give back what we got Hunt you down Steal your crown This pit you’re in Product of your sin This chase you feel Is karma gnashing your heel We are the daughters of the witches you couldn’t burn Another scapegoat when the tide turns Confess your fear Ignite the pyre Admit defeat Feed our fire Call this a witch hunt now? The hammer strikes down Paranoia takes hold You’ll be accountable For how you target her For how you hurt them all For the control you wield We are the witches now. Yield.
3.
Linchpin 02:58
A horse of Troy planted at the gates Brutus sharpens his knife I turn my back to evade the blade Accede, impaled on the strife My own betrayer The traitor is me My own betrayer Shadow box myself to lethargy Treasonous self-belief is treachery What am I? My Judas I’m useless Excuses I don’t choose this I won’t choose this My own betrayer My own betrayer (The traitor won’t be me) My own betrayer (The traitor won’t be me) Redemption comes from within Within The linchpin
4.
Displaced and detached From her mother’s arms she’s dragged Bloodlines corrupted through rape To colonise her mind and whiten her skin Songlines disrupted by hate to destroy culture and kin Decades on, her descendants are torn From their father’s hand, they’re wrought Stolen again Removed for “protection” Generations tied through time by trauma and poverty Steal the child to keep her safe From all she is? From who she needs? Or maybe just from you? Sorry means you don’t do it again Sorry Forcing black circles into your square frame. “All let us rejoice” in your shame. Never learning from our past mistakes We repeat, and lines of culture break Makarrata to bring peace We were never young and free The oldest lasting culture we know Persists despite the “salvation” - you bestow Yet the longest surviving civilisation Outlives your mission to civilise
5.
Fortify 03:26
HOLD - Hold me down PUSH - Push me out IGNORE my worth Unseen and unheard SHRINK - Shrink my size CRAMPED - Tight and small SOFTEN my words Crumble and crawl I will not be minimised To fortify your place on thin ice Bushels in the way All they do is darken our days Are you afraid of the light they hide? Bushels in the way All they do is darken our days Watch as we set them alight A mind that takes A body that grows A heart that gives A voice that bellows I can’t be diminished by anything I accept about who I am The value in me Outshines the gaslight that you use Blinded from truth I will not be minimised To fortify your place on thin ice Bushels in the way All they do is darken our days Are you afraid of the light they hide? Bushels in the way All they do is darken our days Watch as we set them alight
6.
Breathless 02:38
Made breathless By violence By silence By poverty By trauma By erasure By tragedy We hold our breath Waiting for the tide to turn Time to unlearn Expel and release Made breathless By harm By custom By distrust By grief No relief Turn to dust We hold our breath Waiting for the tide to turn Time to unlearn Expel and release Breathe in Breathe out We give it oxygen Lean in Flare out Now we’re breathing fire
7.
The Call 07:30
Fear of the known Is a horror show Internalised Compromised Corrupted from the inside Betrayed by lies The self, despised In plain sight it hides The calls still come From inside the house We all still have To unpack the load
8.
Burn 01:29
Exhaustion Setting in Tough skin Wearing thin Bold eyes Turning blind Each hour Losing my mind Weak grip Mind trick Caught breath Skipped beat Sand the rails Choke the brake Jump clean Last chance to take Weak grip Mind trick Caught breath Skipped beat I won’t set myself on fire just to keep you warm Not my turn Not my turn to burn Runaway train No way off
9.
Check out these new stone boots we're asked to swim in Despair, our shackles with hope wearing thin As kingmakers stand watching empires fall We just accept, brainwashed and enthralled We'll keep biding our time Biting our tongues until blood fills our lungs Mesmerized by our greed Lathered in snake oil, the lies we've believed Hoarding meaningless wealth With a sense of growing dread We find ourselves tempered by tyrants and vultures Who feed off the living and gorge on the dead The ballot or the bullet Aggravating “white” noise Other voices are drowned in the deafening sound Proof replaced by belief The people’s will stolen by a popular thief Disinformation Widens the gap Truth in the eye of the bot holder A critical thinking lapse Lacking empathy, the discourse gets colder Encouraging coward bigots To become bolder Spoon fed our biases as truth Deliberate lies become proof instead We find ourselves tempered by tyrants and vultures Who feed off the living and gorge on the dead A failing culture of lies built on fear in the guise Of security offering salvation We're all complicit as dull lives idly pass by Too distracted, afraid We edge forward to isolation Reap what we've sown Think or be overthrown
10.
1958 The year the skies went silent An ominous sign to be observed She asked the question Of what killed all the birds? Found the answers and told the world Canary in the coal mine A warning just in time Canary in the coal mine Poisoned by pesticides And her call created lasting change Generations later Bird populations Have dropped by billions But the slow death is our own We’ve asked the question How can we stop climate change? But contradictory voices Drown out a dying cry We forget We accept We move on With no regrets The slow passing of time Makes change look benign Skewed by our recency bias Instead of trusting the science As climate deniers Change their approach From deny to delay To prolong their gains Powerful industry lobbies Protecting fossil fuels PR campaigns designed to confuse And green wash the truth The science is there For those who choose to look Memory fades Oblivious day to day The slippery slope Of melting icecaps All leading back to the same evidentiary truth Listen to the birds Canary in the coal mine Once again the warning comes Listen to the birds (But we no longer listen) Listen to the earth (But we no longer listen) Listen to the youth Listen to the evidence

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Written and recorded on the lands of the Wurundjeri people, with respect to their elders past, present and emerging. We recognise the past and ongoing atrocities committed against First Nations People on this land and the ongoing impacts of colonisation, racism and dispossession. We celebrate their surviving connection to land, sea and culture and stand by them in solidarity. Sovereignty was never ceded.

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released July 15, 2022

Written and performed by Outright:
Jelena Goluza - vocals
Brett Eitzen - bass, backing vocals
Rory Kelaart - drums
Joel Cairns - guitar
Nick Hauser - guitar, backing vocals
With love and thanks to Lincoln Le Fevre for his contributions as a past member.

Recorded and mixed by Sam Johnson at Holes & Corners in 2021.
Mastered by Brad Boatright at Audiosiege Studios.
Gang vocals by Nicole, Michael, Robert, Emillie, Lloyd, Nicko, Elle, Meg and Outright.
Original cover mono-print painting with ashes, gesso and ink on hand marbled paper by Faith Coloccia.
Insert, layout and design by Annie Walter.

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OUTRIGHT Melbourne, Australia

Melbourne Hardcore
est. 2010

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