{"playlist":[{"title":"The Afterlife","artist_name":"by Des Pickard - I have the right to Inner Peace 'cos I hate War - And because ending Poverty's another thing I'm for, to three Rolls Royces and a couple mansions, same as everyone! And I have the right to be sent to Heaven --- I have the right to censor speech 'cos I hate Hate and to consensus 'cos for all and each, the Nature State is how we need to feed to some pack leader the \"Thy will be done\" and I have the right to be Sent to Heaven - I have the right to be --- In a world of sweet simplicity above the Air, and it's comfortably silent and it's dark out there, where the final disagree-er has been blown away and we'll make this planet here like the moon Someday --- I have the right to have my world Sustainable, Meaning that I'm never asked to do a thing at all to sustain it by this stain with which it's overrun and I have the right to be sent to Heaven --- I have the right to find my place above the air where there's no-one next to me for anybody to care for, see - where everything is force, a thing is free of strife: The Afterlife, the Afterlife, the Afterlife, The After --- I have the right to inner peace cos I love Death; and when this dying planet breathes its final breath, It's not relieved, you'd better bet, by anything I've done - Cos I have the right to Peace and to trample rival beasts, and to peace and to be sent to Heaven (for moon graphic, unauthorized props to http:\/\/lroc.sese.asu.edu\/posts\/707)","audio_file":"https:\/\/despicablemusic.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/Best-Take-The-Afterlife-2019-11-23.wav","poster_image":"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/despicablemusic.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/lossy-LRO-moon-gif.gif?fit=600%2C600&ssl=1","duration":"2:35","playlistid":"playlistid-1"},{"title":"Manhattan","artist_name":"Des Pickard: My folks are ready to go down with Manhattan, like a good captain should plan to do at sea. And I to go after in the camps we'll be kept in, with the lefties and the Arabs and American Democracy. And though the chance is slimming that this won't happen in the next decade or two, what comforts me is if I stand up in (and to) America, then win or lose American Democracy - American Democracy - I won't need to outlive American Democracy. Each year I go and say farewell to Manhattan in the first week of September, just in case. I see my folks, I take that boat out to Staten, see the old Mayflower Madam and we never leave blast radius. We see the goods, we like to think they're well-gotten as she proudly flaunts an ice-cream cone at me. And she will mean more than (and to) America, or when we lose American Democracy - American Democracy - I won't need to outlive American Democracy. Well you can lie awake defending Manhattan like we tell our troops they're doing where it's day - defend her from the state we're putting Baghdad in and of half the world we've garrisoned to keep the other half at bay. \"Kill all the ----- cowards\" said General Patton, and what a pack of winners we turned out to be - land of the free, home of the free, moment of the free. Please join me now in saying a prayer for Manhattan, and my parents, right? And these United States. Like any prayer, it's not much more than just chattin' - it doesn't mean I've thrown my hat in more than any of you reprobates. Democracy would mean that we were the captain and a captain don't desert his ship at sea - so whatever more you do, please join me in this prayer for (and to) American Democracy: \"I don't need to outlive American Democracy\" and I don't _mean_ to outlive American Democracy.","audio_file":"https:\/\/despicablemusic.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/Manhattan.mp3","poster_image":"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/despicablemusic.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/Manhattan.gif?fit=775%2C738&ssl=1","duration":"4:21","playlistid":"playlistid-1"},{"title":"Junta","artist_name":"Des Pickard: I'm in the Junta, I've been all along: Over three hundred million strong, who can if we want to submit our referral to pick the Leader of the Free World. There's never been a dictator in history simply because of he wants to be, they all had to be the big date of some coterie, wealthy and wonderfully free. I'm in the junta, I've been all along, everyone to sing this song till all of the punters are shooting their pearl to pick the leader of the free world. There's never been a dictator never got sore at some of the henchmen he'd hired before - it gets difficult to keep straight from off in a corner just who's giving orders to whom when you're in a smoke filled room - this is such a smoke-filled room. But throw off your gloom, you're all (I assume!) in the: Junta, Junta, Junta. I'm in the Junta I've been all along, dare anyone to say it's wrong, the lightning, the thunder that Heaven has hurled, where we pick the leader of the Free World: the Free World. Is it any wonder I'm happy in the right Junta","audio_file":"https:\/\/despicablemusic.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/Junta_DA.mp3","poster_image":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/despicablemusic.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/smokefilled.gif?fit=476%2C200&ssl=1","duration":"2:15","playlistid":"playlistid-1"},{"title":"Planet of the Dead","artist_name":"Des Pickard: Please little monkey, put down the gray banana: you found the gun key, Heaven has dropped this manna: you like your fun, keep letting what's curious in a monkey have its head: Planet of the Dead. Alien races, they all avoid our planet - thinking it tasteless to come and do more than scan it, checking our faces, re-check their case list when arriving where it said \"Planet of the Dead\" - Were they mistaken? When they could see our planet surviving Reagan, somehow escaping Kenned-y and each time shaken: never again to do it - somehow the safe end ending in our face each time we blew it - Please little monkey - put down the gray banana - a few more months, please - another age of man, another century, one precious year and then another till you're fed - another till you're fed - another till you're fed, please, Planet of the Dead","audio_file":"https:\/\/despicablemusic.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/01\/Planet-of-the-Dead.wav","poster_image":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/despicablemusic.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/01\/planet-of-the-dead-1.gif?fit=1024%2C963&ssl=1","duration":"2:15","playlistid":"playlistid-1"},{"title":"Legion","artist_name":"Des Pickard: This is my opinions speaking, their name is \u201cDes.\u201d It's a fucking sin to be king, everybody says, but everybody - bought the - Royal Wedding Biz and the war preparing everything is fair in, leading to the home a castle is. Didn't want to be a freaking army of one - my name is Legion - my name is Legion. Choosing not to run on empty, we run on fumes, living with the strength of Ten Amendments in the tombs or Brocialism - there's one, skeleton of hope - gal or maybe guy alone's laying out the dry bones gleaming from the parts long turned to soap. Sitting on the wall with Humpty can't make 'm run - my name is Legion, my name is Legion. And if it's all been throwing pearls before swine - I know that I'm one more of you, and if you\u2019ll all be heading straight for the brine, maybe Jesus, well, anyway, it's something to do. Now we have our jobs and battles shipped overseas, and commerce has a kind of cattle saying \"pretty please,\" it means where I in this high-end piping time of peace, I can find release is, living in the pieces people used to want some of these. Holding out for, after winter, actual sun - my name is Legion. My name is Legion.","audio_file":"https:\/\/despicablemusic.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/01\/Legion.wav","poster_image":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/despicablemusic.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/01\/legion.gif?fit=500%2C276&ssl=1","duration":"2:27","playlistid":"playlistid-1"},{"title":"Cthulhu Fhtagn","artist_name":"Des Pickard. My mom chose not to see the doctor: she swore she'd take a nap instead. My mom was stubborn, there's nobody could've talked her out of dying in bed. Our next decision would've shocked her, like either ought to have won - but we're calling it - no need to chart the speed we're falling at - declare or not their deed apalling that have done - Cthulhu Fhtagn. Our next decision who to war on - and how much more it's gonna take? There's only so much 911 and CPR and pleading, loved ones, awake - then days into life after Karin, instead of Russia, Iran - we're calling it: There's only so old that we're all gonna get. What could've sold this as enthralling yet: her son? Cthulhu, Cthulhu fhtagn, Cthulhu fhtagn. At last alone with her decision - determined drowning into sleep - long contemplated lapse from our religion of beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep Four score and something years are plenty - like any here will live that long - if I'm still singing this long past 2020 then I'm possibly wrong - try telling your average cognoscenti they're the deplorable one. We're calling it - what's done is done and not for bawling at - if everyone decides it's all been said and done - Cthulhu, Cthulhu Fhtagn - Cthulhu, Cthulhu Fhtagn - Cthulhu, Cthulhu, Fhtagn. ","audio_file":"https:\/\/despicablemusic.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/01\/Cthulhu-Fhtagn.mp3","poster_image":"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/despicablemusic.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/01\/Cthulhu-Fhtagn.gif?fit=400%2C293&ssl=1","duration":"3:28","playlistid":"playlistid-1"},{"title":"Liberty","artist_name":"Des Pickard. See the cops kick down the door in a \u201cworld without coercion.\u201d If it\u2019s our stuff they did it for, then Mother*#$&ers On The Floor, it\u2019s unimportant what they do: the handcuffs and the handcuffs too: \u2018cos when the planet moves for you, when it moves for you, you\u2019re like virgin. Doing everything we say - so you won\u2019t get shot for eating - try to take our cops away and we\u2019ll have to go all Pinochet! \u2018Cos in the yesterday that\u2019s dead, in doing everything we said, you told them we could have the bread, we could have the bread and weren\u2019t you free then? See your Freedom Bound: What\u2019s a deity that orders me around? Freedom isn\u2019t free. You can\u2019t ever take away my Liberty. What else would you call a STATE does nothing but POLICing? If we redefine the things you hate there\u2019s nothing left to demonstrate, and anyway no more invites. It won\u2019t be turning out the lights to say you only have the rights, only have the rights that property\u2019s saying. See, your Freedom Bound: No she isn\u2019t free as long as I\u2019m around: swallowing the key. You can\u2019t ever take away my Liberty. Freedom\u2019s just another word for what you\u2019ve nothing left of: and if we\u2019re treating you like dirt, it means you\u2019re freer than a bird of all the burden, every cent we must keep from your government, the so-much-more-of-us mustn\u2019t by some peasant be taken captive. Freedom used to mean allowed to participate in power: in what we\u2019re utterly devout in giving you a world without and if you\u2019re shouting at the gall of blaspheming Liberty and all, look over there: there\u2019s someone calling in Jack Bauer! So if you can say you wouldn\u2019t love, to call Commander Burge in, that should be alibi enough, while seeing to it the idea of Democracy itself is killed, to be \u2018attaboy\u2019ed and \u2018attagirl\u2019ed for saying that you want a world, that you want a world \u201cWithout Coercion\u201d \u2013 see your Freedom Bound: now she\u2019s finished struggling, judging by the sound \u2013 if she won\u2019t have me, you can\u2019t ever take away my Liberty. ","audio_file":"https:\/\/despicablemusic.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/01\/Liberty-20171117.wav","poster_image":"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/despicablemusic.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/01\/Liberty.gif?fit=320%2C240&ssl=1","duration":"3:38","playlistid":"playlistid-1"},{"title":"Love","artist_name":"by Des Pickard. So Frodo pretended to be part of their city, their brokenness tended to hatred, not to pity, the old man descended to break their false divinity told him what to do: So here in this land, in the lateness of the hour, and the fate in his hand of these faithless bred to cower, weapon of the Enemy taken to his tower or, well, one of the two. And a land plunged in death but with hate less of a motive than each precious breath this great Satan had the throat of; and O, Elbereth what must wait world we know it above: You're up against love, you're up against love, God help you, you're up against love. Young Skywalker switched off his targeting computer, it's primary ignition and him with his pea shooter, his hokey religion, the holy man his tutor, and Owen, and Beru. Driven on by the thought he'd be seeing his Princess hurt, and each deadly shot at him through the nothingness heard, and two smouldering bodies just left there in the desert - Hey, wouldn't you? So he gave into Force, and he gave over to ruin, enough slaves and storm troops to fill in a moon, and zero remorse for each poor FN-2187. You're up against love - you're up against love - God help you, you're up against love. Michael Corleone loves, there's a love there for his daughter, and this river's been muddy, if you don't look down it's water, there's a path set in front of you accepting that First Order, one simply does walk into murder, the pain in your past and the childhood spent in Juvie or having a blast, it was wild, it might prove that you're really that fast to retire as would behoove, before reaching that part of the movie, and how you were cast, and how enough is never enough - God help you, you're up against Love. God help you, you're up against Love.","audio_file":"https:\/\/despicablemusic.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/01\/Love-2019-01-14.wav","poster_image":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/despicablemusic.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/01\/Love.gif?fit=585%2C249&ssl=1","duration":"2:52","playlistid":"playlistid-1"},{"title":"The Troglodytes","artist_name":"by Des Pickard: Well the troglodytes return to the foundation. And the gottaberights concerned with nothing so much as miscegenation between that nation and themselves, and perturbations in the bedrock that nobody delves like the Troglodytes. Some of the foreigners like that fundamentalism, and we have got an Enlightenment they can see is better, yeah, but so far it isn't, between those prisoners in their Bays, and the decision \"rob or bomb them right back to the days of the Troglodytes.\" We'll we've gotta be fighting 'em there or be fighting 'em here - the very thought that we're writing their recruitement flyers for 'em faster than they can dissappear and could be trading brawn for brains might just require associating with the indigenous strains. So the Troglodytes are following a vision - we maybe oughtta invite them into a life we'd share with them but that'd mean religion and individualism balks - it will be stygian in the ... it will be dark in the place one finally talks to the Troglodytes (feat. Chris Butler)","audio_file":"https:\/\/despicablemusic.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/01\/03-The-Troglodytes.mp3","poster_image":"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/despicablemusic.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/01\/The-Troglodytes-1.gif?fit=400%2C266&ssl=1","duration":"3:08","playlistid":"playlistid-1"},{"title":"Long Live the King","artist_name":"by Des Pickard: \"Long live the King\" - somebody used to say so, but the King is Dead: the King is Dead: Longevity - I guess it has its place and so the King is Dead - the King is Dead - I still believe, in moments before waking, and when shaking the dreams from my head - \"Long live the King\" would mean that someone would replace him but we say \"I have a dream and I'm staying in bed.\"","audio_file":"https:\/\/despicablemusic.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/01\/04-Long-Live-the-King.mp3","poster_image":"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/despicablemusic.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/01\/Long-Live-the-King-1.gif?fit=960%2C720&ssl=1","duration":"1:34","playlistid":"playlistid-1"}]}