The Guilty Proles

The Guilty Proles

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The Guilty Proles draw from post-punk and electronica with diversions into various bits of rock.

Biography

Brian Miller began his life in a cage on a boat. He initially spoke in grunts but soon learned numbers. After awhile he began building instruments to bide the time until his escape. With freedom came a great choice: where should he move? Brian moved to a field and soon met Dorian Cole. Dorian left the city to find a field-dwelling collaborator. Now there is a band.

Lyrics

City Reads

Written By: Dorian V Cole

Turns, corners, signs, posts
Over and it’s short
It is so long
It is so long
Not alone, I am, all the same, I am not the same
All away, all away
Not alone, not the same
Not alone, all away
Basements, books, record racks
Warehouse, warehouse, loft
The next street you cross, next turn
No stops, people run, no maps
Intimate, overcome by the lot
Celebrate, inside out, turn the clock
All the stuff, different clothes, all the same
Laughing about dance, drink, drugs, and no cops
So long, so far away
So long, so far away
So long, so far
This city don’t say no, it don’t say no
City, don’t say no, don’t say no

Posting Notes and Bills

Written By: Dorian V Cole

The chalk still writes on the blackboard
Mock irony or a coy whine
Child gone before the blind
The bill reserved to post

Forms in black light on white
When not neon it’s blue over grey
In each and the other walls rise
And fall, all the prior speeches
Sound like notes sometimes

Pastoral
The world is awash
Temporal
Memories, that’s all

The chalk still writes on the blackboard
Mock irony or a coy whine
Leaving, no more believing
Retreating, for want of less

If It Fixes, Then Don't Break

Written By: Dorian V Cole

He (has to be) lives in the ground
I know He can stir the trees
He will move me into new shapes
And if He chooses then I’ll stay the same

He (forever shall be) flies through the sky
To outer space if He wants
In our minds He can be sustained
But if He sees fit He can walk around

If it fixes then don’t break,
He says,
If it’s hungry then a new day it makes

He (or maybe She) isn’t bound by time
But He/She may limit mine
Tomorrow may not be today
Or yesterday, unless He/She should say

He/ She (has to be) can fight the sun
Or whatever else it wants
Tomorrow may be the last day
It’s ok; He/She made a place for us

An Action or a Sign

Written By: Dorian V Cole

Still chasing down the echo’s echo, trace
It was made overground and calls long for me
So when I wake today, an action or a sign to make
Because I know I’ll always know no one’s coming back for me
(And we know we always knew but it helps us make it through the day)

No don’t worry, I don’t worry, we’re not lost yet

When idle not complacent yet no distinction likely made
Circles bent like arches kept outside the gate
Not in the basements or the gutters nor completely on the take
And we again split over protest, at night or the day

No don’t worry, I don’t worry, we’re not lost yet
Cycles vary but they are never of any consequence

Sing of gods, sing of politic, sing of love, sing of sitting still
Rebels, martyrs and kings kill and torture as they always will
Some believe, some can love, some know themselves or others well
So it’s the song I have to kill
Mine, not yours, better still…

Not One

Written By: Dorian V Cole

Holding it in
Letting it out comes too easy
Plumage aside
It all comes back again
And if it’s late, then it’s easier to pretend

I’m not one of those who does a thing and then that thing makes it a way
I read with new eyes but I don’t write so well, my words don’t sway
Call it swagger, thoughts that don’t matter
So long, so far, I’ve been away

Holding it in
Letting it out comes too easy
Plumage aside
It all comes back again
And if it’s late, then it’s easier to pretend
The next day, can start over or begin

I don’t know how much I was myself past recent memory
It could be a little, it could be it all
And again I’m drawn melancholic
When not, maybe sardonic
Well, I snark

Some Fleeting Fade

Written By: Dorian V Cole

It wasn’t your fault
You just believed it all
All you say
Is keep pushing that way
I can’t stand
I’ll run anyway
It wasn’t your fault
You say all the right lines
And you say
Whatever it takes
I fade
Running away
Like coming in and out
If that’s a difference at all
And dumb, clever words
Some pompous dream
It wasn’t your fault
But you were a crack in that wall
And you say
I can’t fall
I don’t want it
Some day, then it will fall
You want believe anything at all
Hold it around
It goes away
I fade
Running away

Narrow

Written By: The Guilty Proles

Hosts fly, bullet wash, punished with jets
Loose change, never again, patient heads
Right, right; whatever comes; next not next

Something is there though
Between the shadow

Tomorrow’s sun, floral, no potion
Hold tongue; fun; hold tongue-fun
Straight shoot, holy-proof, register-less

Something is there though
Between the shadow
Talk of the narrow
All can be aware of

Shepherd

Written By: Dorian V Cole

Your divine mandate is called into question
When you eat everything you see
No one can be free of your freedom
Allegiance and tradition aren’t reasons to believe

Can’t take this abuse any longer
Have to be strong and leave
You strangled the infant in the shanty
Then, in a turn of phrase, you called it relief

You pitch old governments to the ghetto
And the heartland, you sell them a dream
You send their children off to the slaughter
To kill the devil created by your greed

You said god was a man who fought you
And said to give unto you what’s not yours
You say that after you killed him
For trying to help your poor
You propped him up as a symbol
Then you built up your state with his corpse

You preach escape
You praise the meek
You fight education
You fight peace
Preach no understanding
Preach to offer it up
Preach over consumption
Preach the way of the gun

You run in your limited false circles
Bound to self-fulfilling prophecies
Slaves to your over production
Of economic growth and military
Many refer to you as the elite
When really you’re just murderous thieves

Illusory

Written By: The Guilty Proles

You can lessen the number but they fall the same
The others, so many, you couldn’t ever name
With no certainty there’s anything else
I know I wouldn’t be able to live with myself
It wasn’t that way you just remember it so
It’s so hard to change, even when it makes sense to

All in your head
That’s all anything is

You can lessen the number but it feels the same
And The Other, so many you can’t even name
With no certainty there’s anything else
I know I wouldn’t be able to live with myself
It wasn’t that way you just remember it so
It’s so hard to change, even when it makes sense to

And you say, “It’s never been so bad”
I still say, “These are the best times that I’ve had”

All in your head
That’s all anything is

Urban Pastoral

Written By: Dorian V Cole

Surrounded by Romans who think they’re the Jews
Funny, in the oil lands it’s neither of the two
Spend all the time shopping hate
I can’t believe, the oven, forgot
Don’t worry, we’ll wait
We’ll wait
Wait
The weight
No they won’t
It’s too late
Won’t wait
No time
Wait
Won’t wait

Grime on the white plank board
Country home, shed, cars, trucks, more
Row house converted, closet shows the floor
High on bridge, firefly flickered mist
Burning from the kitchen, heat
Under the door, not opening
Streets aren’t safe
Spray paint screens
Upscale hate
Massive transports
Fading ancient stores
of lives, to run fast
From store to
Meadow, wavy road
Flock of livestock
Market under bypass
Depressed park
Snake, dogs, Clash,
When will we not last

Discography

Urban Pastoral

Set List

30-60 minutes: city reads; posting notes and bills; if it fixes, then don't break; an action or a sign; not one; some fleeting fade; shepherd; illusory; urban pastoral