Mines in the Sand

by Peculate

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A concept album about the ills of nationalism.

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released July 18, 2015

Ben Norton: Composition, Lyrics, Music, Vocals, Production
Mike W T Allen (MikeWTAllen.com): Saxophones
Zak Norton: Album Art

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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: Geographic Destiny
The group into which I was
arbitrarily born
is vastly superior to
the one across the arbitrary border.

I was born on the
right side of the arbitrary
line in the sand.
They were born on the
wrong one.
Track Name: Natural Right
It’s my natural right,
naturally endowed,
by virtue merely of
the geographical location
in which I was born.

Don’t blame me;
blame God.

This nation,
my infallible nation,
made of and drawn in the sand,
is the stuff of miracles.

Some say nationalism is a disease.
I say they’re the sick and inbred ones.
‘Cus these arbitrary borders
are nothing less than celestial.

It’s my natural right,
naturally endowed,
by virtue merely of
the arbitrary geographical location
in which I was arbitrarily born.

Don’t blame me;
blame yourself.
Track Name: And Conquer
It’s much easier to
divide people
with lines
than with guns.

It’s much easier to
enforce those boundaries
with bombs
than with love.
Track Name: Don't Cross the Line
I drew these lines in the sand
arbitrarily.
Cross them and you’ll soon be
begging for mercy.

We drew these lines in the sand
arbitrarily,
centuries ago.
Cross them and we’ll lock you up
and throw away the key.

These sacred lines were drawn in the sand
arbitrarily,
centuries ago,
by foreign conquerors, thieves, murderers—
my ancestors,
my hallowed heroes.
Cross them and you die.

They’re still here today,
so we’ll keep on enforcing them.
Mostly out of convenience.
With violence.
With deadly force,
if necessary.

The line was drawn
arbitrarily.
But it is holy.
Don’t you question it.

Don’t you dare.

My nation,
my superior nation,
may be founded on lies
and built on death.
But what are a few fibs
and drops of blood
compared to our God-given
home?

Don’t cross the line.
Stay on your side.
Your inferior side,
where you were meant to be.

Don’t cross the line.
Stay on your side.
Your inferior side,
where God, and we, said you should be.