The Forgotten History of

by Wall Market Racketeers

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13 brand new recordings from Wall Market Racketeers, all new versions of every WMR single, re-workings of old songs and forgotten classics.

Each download comes with a digital artwork booklet.

All money paid for the record will be donated to Desert Bus for Hope 9, as part of the Desert Bus charity drive. Go check out DesertBus.org for more details. #DesertBus9 !

WMR will attempt to raise $1CAD for every download (even if you download the album for free).

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released November 13, 2015

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Track Name: Novella
So that open book slams shut; an ending to a story that always felt too abrupt
Another life you & I raced through; and took to heart that feeling we’re all emotionally bankrupt

Leave those lofty ideas on the page like some harrowing contradiction
I decimalise , I re-categorise them as fiction
But they’re as real to me as those words from that storyteller
Trapped inside these tomes, like a dystopian novella .

It’s just a thought about a thought about a thought about a thought
It’s nothing unique, it’s just something we’re taught
The anomie, the emptiness
Disillusioned with everything, leave me with just this Weltschmerz ... again.

Leave those lofty ideas on the page like some harrowing contradiction
I decimalise, I re-categorise them as fiction
But they’re as real to me as those words from that storyteller
Trapped inside these tomes, like a dystopian novella.
Track Name: Distance Between
All these bright lights burn themselves onto my retinae
Until there’s nothing left of this city I can see
The flash of the street lights blinds, the street-signs blur
Without you here I’m alone, but I’m not lonely.

We could be seeing those same stars
If I could see anything through this polluted sky
But now there’s too much distance
Between you and I.

Hear the buzz of the neon signs, above the doors
Feel the rush of a thousand trains under my feet
The noise pours from a million sources
I’m alone here without you, but I won’t admit defeat...not again.

We could be singing the same songs
If I could hear anything above the hum of the street
Too much distance has passed between us
I know now that we’re never gonna meet ... not again.
Track Name: FireSale!
So there’s this old joke in Soviet Russia. They had two newspapers; Pravda, which means truth & Izvestia, which means news. The joke was that in Pravda, there’s no news, in Izvestia there’s no truth. But the Jokes’ on us, because there’s neither in anything you can read today.

Everythings’ gotta go because, the things you read are all fabrication.
There’s nothing left to know in a shell called news, it’s pure placation.
Of someone else’s views, tainted by corrupt agenda.
The corporate greed, all that synergy ; one hand hides what the other renders ... (Come on!)

Burn it all down to the ground, how long before we take you down?
It’s a FireSale, just bring those flames, we’ll spell out truth in your remains.
You’re gonna bleed for being lying, cheating, manipulating scum.
Let your headlines read “a change, a change is gonna come”.

If you’re feeling kinda low it’s because you’re doing exactly what they told ya.
If you’re OK then tell us so, if not; we’ll steal your voice from you.
Vote for that TV talent show, calls are cheap; condescension comes free.
Live TV feed but there’s nothing to see; just burning Muslims and riot photography
(oh Kevin Carter ...Je Suis Charlie )

Burn it all down to the ground, how long before we take you down?
It’s a FireSale, just bring those flames, we’ll spell out truth in your remains.
You’re gonna bleed for being lying, cheating, self-perpetuating scum.
Let your headlines read “a change, a change is gonna come”.

(It’s a FireSale)
All the dirt, all the sleeze, the lies and deceit
(It’s a betrayal)
The Media is a medium I find obsolete
(You’re all gonna fail)
If the news it purports to report, is maintained by corporate greed
(It’s our FireSale)
The only truth left on the page is in-between the lines you read
(is in between the lies they feed, just read between the lines)

Burn it all down to the ground, how long before we take you down?
It’s a FireSale, just bring those flames, we’ll spell out truth in your remains.
You’re gonna bleed for being lying, cheating, Australian scum.
Let your headlines read “a change, a change is gonna come”.

I suck all smog out of California, drink all the dust from the bowls of Oklahoma
I blow all the dirt outta the Rocky Mountain mines, still come up feelin much cleaner than the New York Times.
Track Name: Saturnine
Driven by a cause you don’t believe in, don’t you make an insubordinate sound
Your racketeering it’s a god damn sin, who will fight and stand their ground?

Torn in two by morality and loyalty, what do you do when you’re betrayed?
A badge of honour, now a mark of shame; your life will never be the same!
(Still you cling to the honour of thieves, fading hope like autumn leaves)

Saturnine, you fill your world will complexity; no lullaby comes to temper your misery
I’ll find you here, you can’t resist; solving a problem that does not exist.

Change comes as it always must; the wheel only stays still in the middle
You feel alone, all your past thoughts of trust; well I guess I never solved your riddle
(Still you cling to the honour of thieves, fading hope like autumn leaves)

Saturnine, you fill your world will complexity; no lullaby comes to temper your misery
I’ll find you here, you can’t resist; solving a problem that does not exist.
Track Name: Up Where the Air is Thin
In this building, up where the air is thin; can you still taste, taste the oxygen?
‘Cos I’m gasping, drowning, struggling to breathe in ; my mind is full of dark thoughts, like parasites beneath my skin
(Parasites beneath my skin)
I swore I was one of the good guys; just trying to live, in a world full of their lies
But the further that you crawl up the ladder towards the skies ; the more you start to see it through their eyes
(Don’t let me see it through their eyes)
But all their bitterness, could have left me - a broken man
But underneath all their cynicism – that’s not who I am

We are the backstabbed, left in freefall – While the backhanders and the ugliness, stay 70 stores tall
We are the empty, empathetic waste – I don’t know if it’s the air or the dirt we’ll taste
(When we smash into the onrushing ground)
But all their bitterness, could have left me - a broken man
But underneath all their cynicism – that’s not who I am (That’s not who I am)
Track Name: There is a Hole in My Coat Where the Wind is Getting in
I walk the road less travelled, now you must retrace my steps
Every mile on this path shows my past unravelled; there are no signposts for where to tread next

There is a hole in my coat where the wind is getting in
As it howls, I turn away; I can’t take no more of this sinking feeling

I bought a book, down in the meat market; each blank page it looked like art
I threw out my ink so I didn’t ruin it; blotted out the sunlight, walked off in the dark

There is a hole in my coat where the wind is getting in
As it howls, I turn away; I can’t take no more of this sinking feeling
Track Name: One Way Trip to the Shoreline
You can spend your life, amassing envious wealth
You can waste years, trying to preserve your failing health
You can miss your chance, failing to appreciate your time
But we all end up taking that one way trip, straight back to the shoreline
(I’ll see you; straight back on the Shoreline)
It’s too soon, you know it’s too soon; but our time will come
When all our parts are eroded from the sum
When we reach that moment of our least facility
I hope our atoms meet back together somewhere in the sea

You can lose your days, feeling under attack
Or you could help me bag ‘em, tag ‘em, like your some paranoid kleptomaniac
You can hide all your secrets from me, like they’re treasure to find
But we all end up, taking that one way trip; (meet me) straight back on that shoreline
(I’ll see you; straight back on the Shoreline)
It’s too soon, you know it’s too soon; but our time will come
When all our parts are eroded from the sum
When we reach that moment of our least facility
I hope our atoms meet back together somewhere in the sea
(I’ll see you; straight back on the Shoreline)
It’s too soon, but you know it’s a trip we all gotta take
Yeah, we bought that ticket, there’s no returning from those places we’re going
(I hope our atoms meet back together somewhere in the sea) I’ll see you straight back on that shoreline
Track Name: Chronostasis
Chronostasis there was a time, just for a second I thought you were mine, you were mine
The clock ticks backwards & I rewind, I guess I’ll miss out on that future again

It’s an illusion the time that we see, fractured moments, broken bits of reality
Piece it together just resolve the mystery; we can rewrite this together

You’re like the minutes when I’m like the hours - Your hands are always moving, when I lack the power
You pass me by from time to time - Just for one second, you’ll be mine (mine).

Even if our memories start to fade away, as far apart as we get, I’ll meet you back here someday again
We’ll celebrate these hours turning themselves into days – I wouldn’t trade this for anything, for anything for anything, no!

You’re like the minutes when I’m like the hours - Your hands are always moving, when I lack the power (yeah)
You pass me by every time - Just for one of these seconds, I swear you’ll be mine (be mine).
Track Name: Cognitive Dissonance
You said the ends justified the means, we’ll that’s not what you said before
I thought hey (HEY) aren’t we all just human beings; this isn’t our war, but now it’s our war

Back in the beginning, it was all for a just cause
There was one thousand justified reasons, not one single damning flaw
It was something I believed in – I felt no remorse
Now it’s something I gotta live with, and can never adore

Now it’s nothing less justified (it was justified )
I see it in the face of every kid who has died
For that truth I told, recanted back as lies (as lies)
And all those sacred beliefs once held I despise, but I still believe them (or do I?)

Back in the beginning, it was all for a just cause
There was one single justified reason, not a thousand tiny flaws
It was something I believed in – I felt no remorse
Now it’s something I gotta live with, and can never adore

Is it wrong to only sometimes do what’s right?
Or save yourselves, let reality slip out of sight?
If it feels like a conflict, I won’t be sitting on your fence!
It’s an unresolved problem, with cognitive dissonance
Track Name: The Fix
Do you ever think maybe we’re just some big cosmic joke
For the alien life out there, laughing at how we broke
Our little marble spinning to oblivion
It’s the same over and over and over, again and again and again

You want my advice, become their worst fucking nightmare
They’ve got nothing you want, and they can’t make you care.
You make that choice to submit, to be complicit
How about this time we resist ? How about this time we fix it?

Have you ever thought how meaningless is this humanity?
The Nighty-Nine prop up the One , it’s insanity
Squander the most precious gift, your time, your life
To make someone else their fortune, the corruption surrounds, it’s rife.

You want my advice, become their worst fucking nightmare
They’ve got nothing we need, and they can’t make us care.
We make that choice to submit, to be complicit.
How about this time we resist? How about this time we fix it?

How about this time we fix it?
Track Name: Alaskan Way
“Hey man, can you help a brother out?
‘Cos who here knows what this life’s about?
Thing you’ll miss most is the human connection.
When you’ll lose it all you’ll gain some perspective, on introspection”

The truth is this could be any one of us
Humbled by the loss of one that you love
Chewed up, spat out, wasted by consensus
But I thought it would be compassion and empathy that would set us above
- Just let that sunshine stay on Port 73, Alaskan Way

Man can you spare a brother a dime?
You can trade it for some of my time
Sit and learn what it takes to fall
Learn what it takes to live without it all

The truth is this could be any one of us
Humbled by the loss of one you thought you could trust
Chewed up, spat out, wasted by consensus
But I thought it would be compassion and empathy that would set us above
- Just let that sunshine stay on Port 73, Alaskan Way
Track Name: The Insiders, The Outsiders, and Me
It’s the horse you’ve backed, so with it you’re gonna stick (you’re gonna stick)
You’re trapped inside this culture now, but you’ve cultured yourself, into a fine mimic
You can converse with anyone; it’s a perk of all of your popularity
You’re inside the circle now, in control of the world, in control of it all, in control of me.

I take what I can from the inside ; they’ve got too much to notice
You can steal what you like from the outside; they spread themselves too wide
And now there’s nowhere left to live, where we can just be – ourselves
It’s the insiders, the outsiders, and me (and me)

The odds were stacked, still you chose to bet against; and then you bet against
You bravely decided to reject – them all, and that I must commend
You’ve got your counter-culture, offering yourselves as the only, but you’re not the only alternatives
In time you’ll form those circles, in control of the world, in control of us all, in control of everyone and judging how I live.

I take what I can from the inside; they’ve got too much to notice
You can steal what you like from the outside; look how they spread themselves too wide
And now there’s nowhere left to live, where we can just be – ourselves
It’s the insiders, those outsiders, and me (and me).
Track Name: Weltschmerz
50% of nothing, is still nothing; so if you’ve got some going spare then can we share?
‘Cos this is the age of destitution; until this useless generation demand retribution!
(I just need to know there’s still someone out there who cares!)

Richie labelled them 20 years ago
Funny how things seem to stay the same
From referendum to riot , there’s still nothing to show
The fragmentation of all we believe in, all that unrelenting shame

My life is like some open book come take a look; feel your heart sink ‘cos it’s all written in invisible ink
These days who can tell their enemies, from their own sense of overwhelming anomie ?
(There’s nothing left round here that truly makes you think!)

Richie labelled them 20 years ago
Funny how things seem to stay the same
From referendum to riot, there’s still nothing to show
The fragmentation of all we believe in, all that unrelenting shame
(The unrelenting shame of it all; oh Weltschmerz , how do we live with ourselves?)

(How do we live with ourselves, anymore?)