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03:00
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You’re throwing rocks at a hornet's nest
Except the hornets have arsenals of
Nuclear weaponry
You’re pestering a sleeping dog
Except the dog believes himself
To be heir apparent to God
And God has an army
Even the carrier pigeon
Did her part and bore an olive branch
Whooooa Whooooa
“It was such a tragedy!
No one could have predicted this!”
Except a decade of our ethos
Apathy and negligence
History teachers will ask their students
How this happened
With their history books painted on cave walls
We sleep in the palms of giants
Like a game of Russian Roulette
Except played between a mad man
And an angry .45mm
We spin the bottle
Now satellites are swinging
The kiss, a mushroom cloud
Hormones are raging
Even the carrier pigeon
Asked the dove to clip her spreading wings
Whooooa Whooooa
“This is such a travesty!
How did we let it come to this?”
We carve into the padded walls
Of our mental institutions
Sleep eludes us when the toddler
Throw a temper tantrum
But the baby has his bottle
And likes the sound of his own voice
We left these billionaires unchecked
Laughed and bolstered their ratings
Posing for their monuments
They cursed us for their failings
And now they sit behind their desks
With trigger fingers ready
To be remembered
Whether right or wrong
Awaken! A nation of wolves!
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A Nation of Wolves
03:22
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We are pack animals
Lest we forget our past
Or deny our instincts
Together we hunt
Together we feast
And we’ve got you surrounded
We’ve got you surrounded!
We’ve been ensnared
But rather than starve
We’ve gnawed through our bone
Through sinew and gristle
And freed ourselves with pain
For the hope of tomorrow
A nation of wolves
Gnashing our teeth
A nation of wolves
300 million deep
A nation of wolves
Gathering on the White House lawn
We’ve got you surrounded!
We’ve got you surrounded!
Wolves
Gnashing our teeth
A nation of wolves
300 million deep
A nation of wolves
Gathering on the White House lawn
We’ve got you surrounded!
We’ve got you surrounded!
The salt of your sweat
Borne on the four winds
Has brought us together
In spite of our difference
Because we are pack animals
Together we hunt
And we’ve got you surrounded!
Bearing our teeth, by the light of the moon
We claw at your door, we scratch at your windows
Lest you forget our past
We share the same blood
And we’re here to reclaim it
Sharpening blades on security fences
Harnessing bloodlust, heightening senses
Our stomachs growl, together we howl
You can't stay in there forever!
We’ve got you surrounded!
We’ve got you surrounded!
We’ve got you surrounded!
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Colossus
02:08
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Divided we fall!
Black lines and shades of pastel colors
Adorn the face of mounted globes
No borders span across the prairies
No walls divide their gentle slopes
Some men wish to forge them between us
Some men with no love in their hearts
War elephants deployed to battle
Machines designed to scar the earth
Generals dispatching calvaries
Are contractors commanding serfs
The Great Wall of Bigots
Designed by our president
Posing for a photo op
To “Make America White Again”
Egos rival Ozymandias
This demagogue has claimed this land
So we of all nations and backgrounds
Join at the line drawn in the sand
Colossus! Colossus!
Fill the trenches dredged for the foundation
Brothers and sisters locking arms
Together bearing our afflictions
Like a crown of thorns
We, the immigrants
Мы, иммигранты
We, the dissidents
Мы, диссиденты
Condemn this monument
Dismantled brick by brick
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4. |
Black Bloc
03:10
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The gears of progress can only be oiled
By the blood spilled by imperials and bourgeoisie
The ninety-nine cannot be silenced by the one
We raise our fists and bricks and fight inequality
There’s strength in numbers
And in anonymity
Black bloc
Because our parts are greater as a whole
Black bloc
Like the carbon pressed and formed as coal
Black bloc
And the fires that burn inside our souls
Black bloc
Will ignite and engulf the city whole
Fuck the letter to your congressmen
We gotta burn it down and start again
Burn it down
Because their power structure’s written in their code
Trash properties of global companies
And reclaim the space for our communities
Fell the walls of Jericho
Stand your ground
The gears of progress can only turn ‘round the shaft of crosses bearing leaders of fascist regimes
The ninety-nine cannot be shackled by the one
So we mobilize and form a strategy:
“Eradicating class
By any necessary means”
Black bloc
We act as one, in a true democracy
Black bloc
Each a piece of a magnificent machine
Black bloc
A living organism spreading in the streets
Black bloc
A stirring beast roused to feast on authority
The bricks we hurl at police today
Will build the radical free schools of tomorrow
So share a drink with a friend and a neighbor
Light an oily rag and wad it into the bottle
Fuck the letter to your congressmen
We gotta burn it down and start again
Burn it down
Because the neo-nazis have politicized
Women, transgender and queer
Against their rubber bullets and riot gear
Sound your horn and amplify
Stand your ground
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5. |
Поколения
03:36
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Like a book with a printing error
Words bleed together then fade out
Decades of edits and rewrites
Only took a few pages to fuck up
And there’s no one to blame
Like a tree on the bank of a river
Widened from rising waters
Generations of roots can’t resist
The endless torrent of the muddy current
With no witness to bear
Like a child born into destitution
Inheriting debt upon conception
The only haven from financial seizure
Was the womb for the baby to grow in
And her daughter will face the same
Поколения
And her daughter will face the same
Поколения
The dunes of urban desserts
With no refuge from the sun
And her father had faced the same
Поколения
And his father had faced the same
Поколения
Beating back the vultures
Picking at their abdomen
Поколения
And her daughter will face the same
Поколения
And her daughter will face the same
Поколения
Keys of liberation blocked
By paywalls, balkanized
And her father had faced the same
Поколения
And his father had faced the same
Поколения
Poverty cycles as sure as
Burning suns will rise
Поколения
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Corvid
02:40
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A dime slips through a stitch in a woman’s pocket book
The glimmer captures eyes of a nearby crow and rook
The silver bauble eclipses silent stares
As both begin to plot to claim what’s unmistakably rightfully theirs
We amass that which we cannot bear to lose
And we kill ourselves for what we cannot use
Our human nature isn’t natural, it’s cruel
The crow, the rook, the man, the fool
The crow begins to beat his wings, the rook puffs out his chest
They circle, cawing, scouting each other for weaknesses
Talons slit each other's throats, beaks peck out their eyes
And in the stunning setting summer sun the two corvids lay down and die
And though we’re cut from the same cloth, our brother’s grace
Will rend our flesh from bone for nary but a taste
We’ve sold humanity for trust estate control
The crow, the rook, the man, the fool
Hiding wealth in foreign bank accounts
From prying eyes of future ex-wives doubt
Warming nest eggs in solitude
Conceals blood money from our leeching brood
Fill the troves with hoards we kept but can’t consume
Watch a number grow with scavengers in suits
Our human nature isn’t natural, it’s cruel
The crow, rook, the man, the fool
The crow, the rook, the dime, the damned, the doomed
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Куй Железо Пока Горячо
03:03
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Этот мир ненормален
Ведь он болен давно
Но нам жить эту жизнь
Только в нем все равно
И пора бы очнуться
Всем уже ото сна
Пока к нам не нагрянет
Ядерная зима
Нету времени верить
И ждать времени нет
Пока кто то изменит
Этот приторный бред
Только мы можем сами
Поменять все вокруг
Излечив мир от власть
Этот злобный недуг
Пока ты ждёшь пока прийдёт
К тебе какой то праздник
Твой путь пройдет и ты уйдешь
Забытый навсегда
Ты можешь все,ты царь дорог
Не зря пришел однажды
Когда поймёшь какая мощь
Сидит внутри тебя
Вокруг тебя - несправедливость и боль
Сожми в кулак , вся твоя жизнь - это бой
Никто не сможет устоять,
Ты уберешь из с пути
Никто не сможет решать
Остаться или уйти
Куй железо пока горячо
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02:10
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Reproductive Reichs
03:15
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Sisters! These men are toying with your rights
Putting you in danger, yet they call themselves pro-life
Mothers! These men treat you as factories
Protecting fetuses ‘til they need government relief
Families without access to a plan
Only copulate to propagate for Uncle Sam
Breeding the future soldiers for the war
The casualties the Reproductive Reich can afford
The religious right
Have imposed a Reproductive Reich
And mean to reign for the next thousand years
But we march
Not in their goosestep parades
To the steps of their courthouses
To protest with lovers and spouses
Sisters! Their tactics prey on guilt and shame
Kristallnacht your spirit, leave you broken and afraid
Mothers! They want your progeny unplanned
Section 8 housing are modern concentration camps
The religious right
Have imposed a Reproductive Reich
And mean to reign for the next thousand years
So we march
In our kindred cavalcade
Raise our flags above our voice
“Violence is removal of choice!”
Your jurisdiction ends where her body begins
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10. |
Amputee
02:51
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I am a trilobite,
Scrambling on ancient ocean floors
Trailing a cloud of blood
Beckoning to eager carnivores
Dragging my heavy carapace
Up unfamiliar sandy shores
Blinking in blinding light, my vision blurred, unfocused
The beating sun fortifies defenses.
Bones will mend. Blood will clot.
Scars remind. I will adjust.
I will
Fight! Survive! Fuck! Evolve!
Our tribulations are not packaged big and small
For what one of us stands to burden, another can’t lift at all
So when I say “I only lost an inch that day”
If you read between the lines I speak, you’ll see my disarray
Addiction! Depression! Prescriptions! Correction!
What happens in a blink cost hours under the knife
And the surgery undoes the work I’ve been building all my life
At the bottom of the bottle
Whether alcohol or opiate
Fight! Survive! Fuck! Evolve!
Fight! Survive! Fuck! Evolve!
Brave a never-ending battle
When a bullet seems appropriate
Fight! Survive! Fuck! Evolve!
Fight! Survive! Fuck! Evolve!
I am a troglodyte huddling around a dying flame
I am a divorceé, cowering embarrassed and ashamed
I am an amputee waking in recovery room beds
Blinking in blinding light, my vision blurred unfocused
So I drink myself under tables
And I celebrate with friends
Because I stared Death in her yellow eyes
And I swore this ain’t the end
Because I’ve tasted bitter failure
And I faced my greatest fear
So when I sing along to my favorite songs
I know “I’m still fucking here!”
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Steeples
03:50
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Blue skies, white churches and green fields
Violets and yellow daffodils
Steeples spew black plumes to the wind
Forgive me father, for I have sinned
The heavy red doors to the chapel
Newly painted by clergymen
Two stained glass windows of the crucifix
Frame the burning congregation
If hell won't deliver fire
I’ve got the match
If faith won’t denounce these monsters
Batten down the hatch
If God won't protect us
We’ll have to become our own shepherds
And topple the steeples
What's black and white and red all over?
Father Vile Childfucker
Blood atonement for his sins
The meek inherit and avenge
The flaming sword on which you’re falling
Is the cross you choose to bear
No god would allow this
No more asking forgiveness
If hell won't deliver fire
I’ve got the match
If faith won’t denounce these monsters
Batten down the hatch
If God won't protect us
We’ll have to become our own shepherds
And topple the steeples
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12. |
Labor Day
03:12
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We need to have a difficult conversation
About your role here
And your future with the company
With increasing automation
We’ve been pressured
By the shareholders to cut our spending
You see, the monster keeps growing
And it's hungry
And to save the tribe, the monster must eat
So the tribunal has chosen
Your division,
But don't worry, I'm sure you’ll land on your feet
Where were you on Labor Day?
We were forced out on the streets
Whooooa
“Believe me,” says the serpent
Whooooa
“You can trust me,” says the lion to the lamb
Whooooa
Words dripping with honey
Carefully selected and gift
Wrapped with pride by public relations
We need to have a difficult conversation
About your goal here
And the future of the economy
We know the furnace is hungry
And is dimming
So we sacrifice our own for the heat
But when reserves run empty
The boardroom is chilly
And the bones of boilermen line the kiln
Will you notice the boot on your back
As you shovel your last
Or embrace the fire of your own will?
“Believe me” says the butcher
“You can trust me,” says the spider to the fly
“You’re safe here,” says the hangman
Dressing his noose and tightening the bight
We live and die in the footnotes of
Expense report quarterlies
When a third of the current working force
Is rendered fucking obsolete
Whooooa
“Believe me” says the butcher
Whooooa
“You can trust me,” says the spider to the fly
Whooooa
Words dripping with honey
Carefully selected and gift
Wrapped to dodge discussing UBI
Мир труд май! Мир труд май!
Whooooa
“Believe me,” says the serpent
Whooooa
“You can trust me,” says the spider to the fly
Whooooa
Words dripping with honey
Carefully selected and gift
Wrapped to dodge discussing UBI
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13. |
Of Heads or Houses
05:12
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We, the people of the
United States of America
No more recognize the
Legitimacy of this so-called democracy
Because the rats took the bait
In the House and the Senate
Corpses of their conscience traded
For a corporate interest
Fashion the guillotines in the town hall
One way or another we’re going to witness the fall
Of heads or houses
We, the people of the
United States proletariat
No more submit to the short-sighted greed
That envelopes our offices
Reclaim the Liberty Bell
Stoke the fires of the furnace
Cast the hollow idol, forge a brighter, sharper purpose
Fashion the guillotines in the town hall
One way or another we’re going to witness the fall
How can we kill that which won't bleed?
How can we set ourselves free?
How to kill that which won’t bleed?
How to gag that which won't breath?
How to starve that won't feed
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14. |
12/27/18
07:15
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