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Earth Inc.
02:37
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Earth Inc.
There was a time in history
When products were made locally
And sold through independent stores
WTO yet to be named
Globalisation yet to be blamed
Consumer culture still to be born
Fast forward to the present day and look at where we are
They are in our schools and hospitals our restaurants and bars
Through TV and the internet with media synergy
They have branded us and brainwashed us subliminally
You become a target market on the day that you are born
And you will die a lifelong user of the stuff you can’t afford
Unemployment is on the rise as yet another worker
Falls victim to the layoffs in a billion dollar merger
Where the workforce is downsized and production is outsourced
To a country in the third world with fewer labour laws
Now with production overseas
Trade union leaders obsolete
No workers’ rights on the sweatshop floor
Pay the poor on a starvation wage
Employ your workers underage
Community resistance ignored
But all of a sudden the truth begins to leak
To consumers in the western world and inner city streets
That children in Haiti earn such pitiful amounts
Working overtime for Disney and never heard of Mickey Mouse
Reclaim the streets reclaim your lives
Subvert the city, get organised
With spray paint and a stencil plate
Expose the truth behind the lies
These companies are more than just products on the shelf
They occupy the human mind to generate wealth
Through sponsored education and branded open spaces
As we obey and self-decay with smiling happy faces
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2. |
Our Land
03:29
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Our Land
As I walk these lonely streets I wonder to myself
‘What if I’d been born in days of old?’
When man was not a traitor to his kin or Mother Nature
In a time before the earth was sold
And as I stand upon the sand I cry and ask the question ‘why?’
The wild green earth must wear this curse and die
I long for our past existence
When life was more than resistance
As I extend these battered hands
Come join me in the fire
Of the systems funeral pyre
And when I shout whose land you cry our land
When mountains crumble to the sea and the final tree is felled
No bird song left to fill the evening air
Just TV screens and distant screams
Of children running scared
And as I stand upon the sand I cry and dream of pictures on a postcard
The caption reads ‘save our trees’ but now they’re only memories
I long for our past exist
When life was more than resistance
As I extend these battered hands
Come join me in the fire
Of the systems funeral pyre
And when I shout whose land you cry our land
It plagues me every waking hour and haunts me in my dreams
Our children face a bleak and lifeless earth
Unless there is respect there will be nothing left
As we give second thoughts to giving birth
But there will always be those who say
That ‘I will stand in your way’
And to fight to live in a better day
Every dog must have its day
And when you’re gone I’ll etch these lines
Into your sons and daughters minds
So spare a thought for the countryside
For death will not excuse your crimes
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3. |
One World Riot
03:12
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One World Riot
Freedom of movement, freedom for all
No borders, no nations, no prison walls
One people, one earth, one heart, one soul
On the day that the empire falls
Out on the streets everything seems quiet
But underground everything’s on fire
Through creative destruction these are flames of construction
On the day that the empire falls
Through the cracks in the concrete the people erupt
In defiance of a system unjust and corrupt
And we burned down the banks and we never looked back
On the day the uprising rose up
Freedom of movement, freedom for all
No borders, no nations, no prison walls
One people, one earth, one heart, one soul
On the day that the empire falls
Imagine the felling, imagine the sense
Of overwhelming happiness as people connect
With nature and each other without the fear of big brother
In a future I am proud to represent
Through the cracks in the concrete the people erupt
In defiance of a system unjust and corrupt
And we burned down the banks and we never looked back
On the day the uprising rose up
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4. |
Murder
03:21
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Murder
Bankers and executives, the rich and politicians
Revel in new opportunities they find in their positions
Of domination, exploitation, power and repression
But the BBC says everyone was hit by the recession
G20 comes to London, we gather in our masses
The anarchists, the socialists, the punks and anti-fascists
But there stood a man kicking dust hands in his pockets
No mask around his face and his back towards the coppers
Murder! Murder!
Assaulted by the TSG, abandoned by the state
Murder! Murder!
No charges say the DPP and the copper walks away
Post mortem and the media say the cause was a heart attack
But that doctor’s now suspended and he awaits the sack
Because the whole thing was a cover up as new evidence shows
The cause of death was blunt force trauma from that fatal blow
The so called IPCC have repeatedly refused
To release footage as it was being used
In a case to find justice but when the system is guilty
Immunity from a conviction is a guarantee
Murder! Murder!
Campaigning by the family secures a trial date
Murder! Murder!
‘Not guilty’ and another killer copper walks away
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5. |
Never Too Late
02:43
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Never Too Late
Take some time to think it through
Is your job working for you?
Or are you sweating all day long
Thinking of where it first went wrong
Would life be better on the dole?
Scraping by and freezing cold
Payday’s here but your wage is spent
On tax and bills and food and rent
I’ve heard it all before and I’ll hear it again
Working class but out of work
Would make your parents go bezerk
Father worked hard all his life
To provide for kids and wife
Love their country love their queen
Eat their dinner round a screen
The sound’s surround the TV’s flat
Buy now pay later council flat
Save yourself the humiliation
And avoid the situation
Of a life riddled with debt
Unable to forget
The chances missed now gone
Whether right or wrong
Love is lost friendships decline
Because you never had the time
You decide to quit your job
Your mum and dad think you’re a slob
But life is good now you are free
Of minimum wage slavery
Tell the landlord that you’ve left
Because the rent was high and your money’s spent
Put your belongings in a pack
And you ain’t ever coming back
I’ve heard it all before and I’ll hear it again
Hitch a ride to a brand new town
Brand new people a brand new sound
You’d never heard of section six
Or mixing punk with politics
All your life you’ve had a feeling
You had the answers but lacked the meaning
A spark ignites and something clicks
And you become an anarchist
Save yourself the humiliation
And avoid the situation
Of a life riddled with debt
Unable to forget
The chances missed now gone
Whether right or wrong
Love is lost friendships decline
Because you never had the time
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Rocksteady Rebel Atheists
When music of freedom spreads religion to millions without them having a clue
As you sing along to your favourite songs indoctrination’s what you spew
And you wouldn’t be seen in a church or a mosque or on the Christmas day parade
But singing ‘jah rastafari’ is exactly the fucking same
The prophecy’s a fallacy it doesn’t exist
So get up of your knees with a raised clenched fist
If religion in your reggae makes you pissed
Move your feet to the beat of the rock steady rebel atheists
When a system of beliefs becomes dangerous, both bigoted and bizarre
Is when the hatred of queers to not trimming your beard aren’t the words of a preacher but a pop star
Haile Selassie is no man to worship, what kind of prophet reaps profit whilst his people die
And the bombs still fall and the walls stand tall but getting high has left you dumb and blind
The prophecy’s a fallacy it doesn’t exist
So get up of your knees with a raised clenched fist
If religion in your reggae makes you pissed
Move your feet to the beat of the rock steady rebel atheists
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7. |
Surviving Progress
03:01
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Surviving Progress
Back in the day when the children played in the rivers and the seas
With no birth defects from toxic waste, no man made disease
And the people gave respect, allowed time to reflect
On what we eat and drink and breathe
But hold on that makes sense
Have we come so far that when we look to the stars it’s for national defence
And this culture of death and those it protects carries on the pretence
That pesticides and weaponry are in our best interests
Destruction of the land goes hand in hand with what we call progress
When everybody thinks the same conspiracy’s unnecessary
We detach from the land whilst making demands that it must sustain our needs
Exploitation, privatisation
Coca-colonisation, civilisation
But wait a minute what’s all this for?
If it’s come to this that just to exist we need control and war
When every fist that tries to resist gets locked behind closed doors
Weigh up the so called benefits of our society
With the only trees your kids will see will be in cages in the city
Think of the land how it used to be
With forests dense and rivers free
When people lived sustainably
Taking no more than they needed
Nature worked in harmony
With indigenous community
Part of the ecology
Not of an economy
So if we’re to move forwards or some might call it back
If the best defence is an offence then it’s clear we must attack
I don’t have all the answers but I think it’s only fair
To leave future generations with clean water and clean air
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8. |
What Hope Have We Got?
02:03
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What Hope Have We Got?
Mother earth you give to us
Resources with which you trust
Us to honour and respect
Not to exploit ‘til there’s nothing left
But when something as simple as an unsown seed
Can be used as a weapon on those it should feed
And as the multinationals control the land
It can be sold to the poor in debt recovery plans
What hope have we got?
Mother earth we feel your pain
We hear your cries in the wind for change
In your name we liberate
Nature from the chains that men create
But in our actions therein lies a question
‘Is human existence an infection?’
That forces its host onto its knees
The unsustainable disease
What hope have we got?
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9. |
A Story Too Often Told
06:14
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A Story Too Often Told
Think back on the times we spent with you
The cold dark nights, the pale moonlight, those sunny afternoons
Retrace the paths on which we tread
The music, drugs and loved up hugs, all the people that we met
Life can be so fucking cruel
When the ones with the potential have their backs against the wall
Regrets, life choices right or wrong
The candle that burns twice as bright will last for half as long
Friendship, a single entity
That dwells inside of many souls and that dwells inside of me
Thank you for the memories that you’ve left
The seasons change but love remains in life and in your death
I would go to hell and back my friend to see your face again
And I hope inside my heart someday we will
They say that time is a healer but as I put pen to paper
I know time can never heal the hole you’ve left for it to fill
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Primeval Soup UK
Formerly Brighton's longest running and laziest anarchoprogdubskapunkfuckyou band. Now residing all over the shop in the good, clean and honest south of England. Keeping it vaguely real since 2009.
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