Necessities (2007​-​2009)

by Zack de la Rouda

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This is my first album. I made most of these songs in 2009. I find several of them particularly embarrassing. The album will remain for the sake of posterity.



released June 1, 2009



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Zack de la Rouda Portland, Maine

i write songs and rap about weird stuff like love self-actualization civilization depression anarchism and taoism i like to eat from the garbage even though it's kinda hard to find organic stuff there i spend a lot of time alone somehow i am still releasing music ... more

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Track Name: Revolutionary Road
This is a P.S.A.
for pirated radio stations.
we're asleep in the american dream.
Let's get awake and face it.
Ive waited all my life for freedom,
running out of patience.
We've turned the new world
into a sick suburban nation.

I'll paint a portrait of the 'burbs
so you can see the basis
of my hatred for this
absurd stasis we've created.
You look around
and see nothing but a sea of neighbors
racistly segregated
by the real estate agents.

Physically separated
by the architect's visions,
our dwellings are set up
for solitary existence.
Supposedly rich
but poor in terms of real living;
cookie-cutter castles fit for kings
have become prisons.

And don't you dare to
be young or grow old, neither.
Ain't no room for y'all
in the nuclear family ether.
Kids and senior citizens
both need chauffeuring.
If you can't drive, then you die,
but don't worry...

Everyone drives around here,
ain't got another way to move.
Sure, there's buses and trains
but really ain't no routes,
no way to bike along
an 8-lane outer loop.
We inundate the innards
of the cities with our crowded crews

cause we always need to work
to keep buying nourishment.
Ain't shit growing on our lawns
but farms are flourishing, sort of...
the man-for-machine trade has been made,
and the rate and size of produce exponentially inflates

so we're healthy.
At least, so says the popular opinion of it,
but most of us are
mentally insane pinions,
crab-bucket syndrome.
Im tryna get out but they clawing me.
Solidarity in conformity,

Bottling reality,
sell it to me straight at the Wal-Mart
Disillusionment and depression
in the shopping cart
Make a quick stop at
the liquor store's mini-bar
Have a few shots of whisky,
pay with a credit card.

Far from in the black,
Im in the red, baby, debt's crazy
The economy crashed last week,
Damn tail-chasing
bail-baiting bank bastards,
get 'em in the clink fast.
We love to blame
others than ourselves for the hassles

of modernity incarnate, attempted technotopia:
obviously bullshit,
some dangerous myopia
work is just an okey-doke,
they permanently roping ya,
feeling like a hopeful dope
at a silent symposium.

Town hall's really just
a place for panhandlers,
and in the suburbs all we got's
a clubhouse and grandstands.
Its cool for baseball but
what about the zoning laws?
I guess I get a vote but
they can't count em for the oval office.

I feel immobile often
like I'm in a local coffin.
I'm not joking: most times
I cannot manage walking.
I need a quart of milk,
some smokes and a pound of coffee...
Revolutionary road, my ass.
Please let me off it.

The mere existence of the path
on which we're taking steps
renders regions bleeding with disease.
how could we forget?
Ain't no patriarchal Gods or churches
if our mommys dead
"We all need to re-believe in people,"
Andres Duany said.

I'll quote the book,
just to prove I know my shit....
(You won't take me serious if I'm not actually legit):
He says, "communal space is key within a human habitat."
Well, in suburbs we're all sectioned off alone. how wack is that?

Let's not use as templates for a new design the broken ones:
All these rusty cities ashes,
misappropriated funds...
We'll shape it up right,
blaze a new trail like a blunt.
Aint saying, "fuck life,"
but fuck the way we get it done.

Look -
Ain't naught but residences
for several miles in each direction.
Arterial roads for automobiles
are our main veins to seek connection.
We need the presence of a store,
and more than that: a section
of each block reserved for shops
and some social resurrection.

Better yet, beyond the civics.
abandon Babylonic systems
civilized structures are inherently resistant
to the Tao.
Talking bout some
bring 'em down now shit.
Thats the most important task,
Track Name: Light It Up (prod. Ratatat)
f you hating on money, man, go on light your paper up
it's stupid funny how we fight over our wages, bro
we think we're gunning it but really we're just breaking stuff
you think you're dumb, after they stuck you with the fakest fluff
i feel it too, partner, seeping through my wallet pocket
we're in it too far to ever think we couldn't stop it
we struggle real hard, popping off and then re-stocking
we hit a real wall, now we gonna fucking drop it.

we're the illest cause we're sickened by the cash stacks
feeling like we're dealing with some acid-addled flash backs
if we backtrack, looking to the classics, issues facing us today like, shit i thought we passed that.
it's still a class act, governed by your assets
sure, they try to mask it but you know what your caste is
make a fist like this, stop relaxing flat
i'm saying slavery, baby, now is you grasping that?
we've amassed the facts so we be blasting back
attacking wackness and the plastic plaque
as slackers slide into the time-changing rhyme-slinging education
i'm naming mind-states needing heavy elevation
yeah we're instigating definite investigation
(data analyzed.) what's the verdict?
(fuck civilization!)
ok. learn the mission - smoke the message up and pass it-
burn your currency, too - now where the crash at?

light it up twice, brother, does you see the stakes is up?
its too frightening, trust i couldn't make this up
yeah we might die trying bringing justice, saving us
but if we fight to win it, first we must be waking up
that why i'm shouting loud, blazing like a fading rocket,
raising up amazing love, knocking hate, i know it's shocking
unlocking major topics, claiming that i heard the call -
i'm just disgusted by the stuff. i'm tryna burn it all.