Face the Noise · The Operants

Описание: Too blind, too proud
Too blind, too proud
Yo, listen, these carbon kings still frontin’ like they own the ground
Show ‘em the math, ‘cause we been known that—
Ha-ha! Yeah, people!

Rock! How far can we go?
Melt flow—what the data show?
Once again back is the credible
Mind animal, the perishable
Me! Species number one
Sun said, “Burn”—and we came undone
Can I tell ‘em that the planet never had a gun?
But it’s the greed that the system spun
Now they got us on the run, while the oceans rise,
‘Cause a species like us believed its own lies
Carlin’s a prophet, and I think you oughta listen to
What he can say to you, what you oughta do is
Stand back now, mirror to the plan
Power to the planet, not the man
Earth is fine, we the ones in pain—
Check it out, yeah, yo, come on, here we go again!

Turn it up!
Face the noise!
Say, turn it up!
Ayo, people!
They sayin’ “Save the world, man” —
Face the noise!
Yo, I don’t think they understand, the world don’t need a brand—
We the ones breakin’ it, man!

Never madder than mad ‘cause the planet been sadder than sad,
Watchin’ us act like we rule what we had.
So slick with the tech, thinkin’ steel means soul,
But the timeline’s long and the bill’s on roll.
Listen for lessons I’m droppin’ inside rhythms that the cynics all weaponize for—
They’ll never care for the balance, why?
‘Cause comfort’s got us sold and dry.
We gotta face it, now, come on now,
They’re gonna have to see that we broke it down.
All our brilliance, wasted sound—
The Earth don’t flinch while we drown.

Turn it up!
Face the noise!
Say, turn it up!
Ayo, species!
You think you got poise? (Face the noise!)
Yo, the rocks been spinnin’ for eons, boy—
You just rentin’ the soil!

Get from in front of me, extinction hunts for me,
My rhythm’s warm, it’s norm, you see—
We cut our story from side to side,
So what—the pride collides, we lied.
Soul control—heat is the father of your overgrowth,
Plastic born, and the coral’s ghost.

Making a future, abuse it, you know,
You call it progress, but it’s just show.
What you gonna do? Earth’s not afraid of you.
She’s seen worse, she’s not through.
Beat is for methane, beat is for greed,
Beat is the echo of the life we bleed.
Stand on your own feet, get out the seat,
Bow to the scale, the infinite beat.

Turn it up!
Face the noise!

Yo, they should know by now that they can’t stop this truth rush.
Word up—keep tellin’ me to calm it down, hush!
But yo, I ain’t goin’ out like that.
Not when the tide’s pushin’ back.

Come on!
Come on!
Come on now!
Come on!

From coast to coast, stop sleepin’ comatose.
Stand, my fam—the ground’s the host.
Roll with the real, it will last, ask—
Why you pray to power with a gas mask?
We plead the Fifth, but the air’s our proof,
You can’t debate that under this roof.
Hey, conscience in effect, got Nature,
X to sign checks—pay to reset.
We gotta face it down on the avenue,
The mirror’s crackin’, that’s me and you.
Yeah, I’m tellin’ you—

Ayo, crew, get thirty billion brains, we gotta handle this.
We ain’t goin’ out like that.
Straight up on the survival tip,
We can do this, like Carlin said it—
‘Cause we always knew it.
You know what I’m sayin’?
There’s just one thing that puzzles me, my people—
What’s wrong with all these minds around here, man?
Is they thinkin’? Is they blinkin’? Is they shrinkin’?

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Alright. Listen. This record is me putting the whole species on trial—no metaphors, no mysticism, just the operator’s manual we keep pretending doesn’t exist. I’m walking you straight through the machinery underneath what we like to call ‘choice.’

It all comes down to one law that runs from single cells to collapsing civilizations: Selection by Consequence. Not hope. Not intention. Whatever gets reinforced, stays. And right now, we’re living inside a stack of bad loops—tantrum loops, outrage loops, profit loops—short-term payoffs that are eating our future alive.

This album isn’t preaching. It’s reporting. It’s the cold clarity you get when you stop asking what people meant to do and start looking at what the system pays them to do. The planet doesn’t need saving. It’ll outlast us. We’re the ones in trouble, because we built a world where the rewards push us toward our own decline.

I’m tracking how we turned into reactive agents—jumping at the closest reinforcer, mistaking noise for truth, blaming ghosts for the consequences we designed ourselves. And I’m showing you the . . .

It Takes a Culture of Consequences to Change the World:    • It Takes a Culture of Consequences to Chan...  

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Credits:
Text: ChatGPT / DeepSeek
Graphics: ChatGPT
Audio: Udio
Video Source: Man With a Movie Camera (1929)

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