Last Day on Earth
by Madame Psychosis
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released 20 December 2012
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Madame Psychosis is the hip-hop persona of internationally-acclaimed performance poet, Jade Sylvan. With catchy hooks and
rhymes so tight, they're hermetically sealed, Jade uses this project to comment directly on new media evolution and hipster culture.
Madame Psychosis has been called "awesomely awesome," by Boston Band Crush, and yes, her name's a shout-out to author, David Foster Wallace.
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Sep 2010
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- Track Name: Last Day on Earth
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I’ve been walking the streets of Cambridge late
like if I keep moving I’ll outrun my fate.
They all know my name, but I’m out of place,
looking for connection in a human face.
I don’t even know where I’m puttin my feet.
Stuck in four conversations as I walk down the street.
Fighting LA PR over pronoun use
while a muse I once loved calls me drunk on Chartreuse.
Wake up alone, like a drone, grab my phone and check
my messages before I yawn or even stretch my neck.
Would I exist without these conversations?
The Social Network Book of Revelations.
We can’t go on like this. This is no way to thrive
when the flow of information’s all that keeps us alive.
We’re all stuck in boxes as suburbia sprawls.
This is the Fourth World, it’s time to break the fourth wall.
Wake up. It’s your Last Day on Earth.
No angels sing of eternal rebirth.
The ground will not open. The sky will not run red.
You cannot die. You’re already dead.
In the First World, we learned to say “I”
The Second World was where we asked each other “why?”
We had the sad Third World after the Fall.
This is the Fourth World. It’s time to break the Fourth Wall.
Break down the distance of land and sea,
Break down to be or not to be.
Break the gap from pain to ecstasy.
Break the distinction between you and me.
Every generation’s thought the world would end
in Divine exaltation, or in wrath that descends,
but everyone’s world ends in sorrow and mirth.
We all get our own Last Day on Earth.
It’s only distance that keeps us apart
and the expiration dates on our beating hearts.
The fourth dimension’s the unkindest of all.
This is the Fourth World. It’s time to break the Fourth Wall.
Wake up. It’s your Last Day on Earth.
No angels sing of eternal rebirth.
The ground will not open. The sky will not run red.
You cannot die. You’re already dead.
