Anti​-​Christ​(​mas)

by Peculate

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Anti-Christ(mas) is an anti-Christmas concept album. Some of it is loosely based on "Away in a Manger," but the vast majority of it is brand new, original material. So the good news is there's almost no actual Christmas music in it. After all, the best kind of Christmas music is anti-Christmas music, and the second best kind of Christmas music is the kind that's not Christmas music. This news is also good because it means you can listen to it any time of the year and it won't seem weird.

I recommend using this music to ruin Christmas parties. That's what I'm here for.

(P.S., For all the Christians out there who want to kill me now, let me clarify that I think all that "antichrist" and satanism nonsense is incredibly stupid and a complete waste of time. I'm making fun of metal stereotypes.
Christmas still sucks though. I stand by that.)

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released December 22, 2013

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Peculate

Progressive math metal meets jazz-infused avant-garde classical music
Peculate.co — Peculate is the solo project of composer and musician Ben Norton
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Track Name: Ashes of the Old
Away in a manger,
no crib for a bed,
a little kid's crying,
'cus they haven't been fed.
The stars in the sky don't give a fuck--
they're spheres of plasma.

Away in a manger somewhere,
millions of children are needlessly starving,
as we bake our cookies,
and stuff our face,
and die of heart disease.
This is the world we live in.
It doesn't have to be such a disgrace,
but making it a better place
starts with us carving,
from the ashes of the old,
a new mold,
a new system.

And the Stars in Hollywood,
or on Wall Street,
or in Washington,
are more concerned with making a quick buck.
They looked down at the starving kid as they lay
in the hellish shanty town hay,
and censured their parents for "not working hard enough."
"They get what they earn;
they should be grateful for their measly pay."
So let's remind the Stars
that they'll get what they earn too:
When the time comes, all we'll tell them is
"You had it coming to you."

The chattel are fuming,
the worker awakes,
to class consciousness,
to all this unorganized madness.
Track Name: 'Tis the Season for Conspicuous Consumption
But the little Lord CEO,
no organizing He tolerates.
He sics His army of pigs,
night sticks in paw,
on the poor working ma.
Behave? They show us how.
The free beating is His holiday gift,
our hard-earned bonus.
Don't thank Him later; thank Him now--
for "Christmas charity" has got to go.
Isn't it about time we privatized that inefficient collective snow?

Away digging nameless graves somewhere,
millions of innocent people are pointlessly dying,
as we struggle to buy enough gifts,
to distract us from the writhing,
to plug our ears to the crying.

'Tis the season for conspicuous consumption.
Forgo your thinking caps for the most trendy wigs.
The reindeer are gone:
His sleigh is led by the army of pigs.
And you don't want a hair out of line.
News flash:
There ain't no fucking celestial infant looking down from the sky.
There are only predator drones,
and bombs falling from imperial thrones.
We're alone.
But we're in this together.
And it's our responsibility to make things better.
Jesus isn't gonna do it.
And Santa sure as hell ain't.
We need to take things back into our own hands.
Track Name: From the Manger to the Grave
As we celebrate Christmas,
although the snow might fall,
the world burns around us.

Be near me, Lord Politico,
I prefer to keep my enemies close.
What's the matter?
Don't like a bit of death with your stocking?
What about the millions of kids out there in mangers you are starving?

From the manger to the grave.
They never had a fucking chance,
and you don't care, do you?
From the manger to the grave.
And the rich do their Christmas dance
on the corpses of the destitute.

From the manger to the grave.
For all the Lord CEOs
and Politicos out there:
From the manger to the grave.
Let's make the latter
come a bit sooner.
Track Name: An Open Fire
Away in a manger somewhere,
millions of children are needlessly starving,
as we bake our cookies,
and stuff our face,
and die of heart disease.
This is the world we live in.
It doesn't have to be such a disgrace,
but making it a better place
starts with us carving,
from the ashes of the old,
a new mold,
a new system.

Away digging nameless graves somewhere,
millions of innocent people are pointlessly dying,
as we struggle to buy enough gifts,
to distract us from the writhing,
to plug our ears to the crying.

Let this serve as a reminder:
While the rich and fat roast chestnuts on an open fire,
much of the world sinks deeper into the economic mire
they caused in the first place.
Here's some advice, just in case:
Roast the rich on an open fire.

If you're privileged enough to celebrate Commercial Christmas
recognize that a lot of the pain and misery in the world
is, at least in part, your own fucking fault.
Poverty and hunger don't just emerge from the void;
both were created, and both can be destroyed.
The truth is empty stomachs coincide with overflowing bank vaults.

If this reminder "ruins" your Christmas,
good.

Although It wasn't invited to the party,
Capitalism has brought us Its Christmas gift:
Millions and millions of makeshift mangers stuffed with starving kids.
We eat their food;
we colonize their lands;
we steal their natural resources,
and make them into the cheap shit
we fill our stockings with.

Might wanna call for the hearse,
'cus Christmas isn't about charity;
it's about commerce.
Track Name: A Step-by-Step Guide to Getting on His List
Be good if you wanna be on His List:
Invest in the right stock this Christmas.
Be good if you wanna be on His List:
Put the poor on the chopping block this Christmas.
(And buy lots and lots of stupid expensive shit.)
Track Name: Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is
Don't waste your money this Christmas
on stupid shit made in sweatshops.
We buy shit that slaves make.
We buy shit that slaves make.

Tell me a thing or two,
about what “Christmas charity” means to you.

It means spending fortunes
on rich gifts for rich friends and rich families
while the poor feeds
off of mere scraps, mere portions.

We buy shit that slaves make.
We buy shit that slaves make,
and wrap it up to show our empty "love" and "faith."
Don't waste your money this Christmas
on stupid shit made in sweatshops.

Don't waste your money this Christmas
on stupid shit made in sweatshops.
Put your money where your mouth is:
File your contumacious cuspids,
and bite the capitalists' and politicians' heads off.
Track Name: An Unfriendly Reminder
As we celebrate Christmas,
although the snow might fall,
the world burns around us.

If this reminder "ruins" your Christmas,
good.

As we celebrate Christmas,
although the snow might fall,
the world burns around us.

If this reminder "ruins" your Christmas,
good.
As long as it wakes you up.