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The Illusion Of Freedom
04:08
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The Illusion Of Freedom
Democracy fails when it serves not the people
But private interests and debt
And of course the politicians will never learn to listen
When it takes us only five years to forget
All the promises broken, all the lies that were spoken
Scandal, austerity and war
‘Let’s give the other ones a go, maybe this time they’ll show
That they’ve learned from their mistakes before’
Peasants and wage slaves build their towers and stadiums
Their temples and stately homes
Pay the price with their lives, their land and their pride
Broken dreams and broken bones
While the rich and famous, deluded and dangerous
Are worshiped, lauded and loved
TV screen deities in the church of celebrity
Beamed down from the heavens above
Reject, refuse, invite, include
Every day I live a lie and every day I wonder why?
No fingers crossed and no love lost
When those with so much have the most to lose
Ideologies burn and empires crumble
When injustice is rife no one snuffs out the fuse
His masters voice, her lack of choice
Our fears unfold before our eyes
Collective frustration and cultural sedation
Competition and commerce are entwined with our minds
The closer we stay to the peg the longer the chain is allowed to be
But the chain must remain and obedience maintained to sustain the illusion we’re free
The more closed off within our heads the more disciplined and docile we become
But open your mind and you just might find that losing control can be so much fun
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2. |
We Won't Take It
05:04
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We Won’t Take It
If you find yourself feeling out of luck, depressed and beaten down
With the fact that you’ve been priced out of the so called ‘shitty part of town’
That’s being redeveloped into a playground for the rich
As your kids rely on food banks ‘cos they cut your benefits
Remember you are not alone and it’s okay to be afraid
When you have a family to support and now you’re living day to day
You have never asked for much but now it’s really getting rough
Cathy’s never coming home, tough love, tough luck.
No more – we won’t take it, their power lies in our division
No more – we won’t take it, we’re not asking for permission
No more – we won’t take it, they sell us ‘freedom’ but it’s just a crutch
No more – we won’t take it, do you really think they give a fuck?
Giving a voice to those in power to act on our behalf
Is like offering a candle to a blind man in the dark
A temporary guilt release for a problem that remains
You flip the fucking record but the song is still the same
You have a voice and a choice and there are others just like you
With nothing else to give and hence nothing left to prove
Shake off the shackles of self-doubt, set aside your foolish pride
Rediscover the spring in your step and the sparkle in your eyes
A lifetime sat on the fence
Between paranoia and common sense
Has given me the basic tools
To not be taken for a fool
I see you for what you are
The death wish of a dying star
That will never swallow me
Your extinction tastes so sweet
Attacks on public services are attacks against us all
It’s just that some are more prepared to cushion and displace the fall
The sickest and the vulnerable receive the toughest punch
Those without a credit card are hit hardest by its crunch
Communities get torn apart and cleared to make way
For the upper middle classes and their weekend holidays
Packaged and predictable, clean, secure, safe and sound
But life is always more exciting in the ‘shitty part of town’
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Trampled Ground
04:10
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Trampled Ground
This structure is falling down
But its crash and collapse makes no sight nor sound
This life has so much more to offer
Than what we’re granted and we’re shown
But bridges burn and lessons learned are forgotten
In unity we feel alone
We throw out fences to our thoughts
Comfortably numb but still desire
A happiness that cannot be bought
A freedom forged in fire
Our minds are so filled with potential
Foundations not held strong in the ground
That when recognised generates a stencil
And shines a silhouette for a life that knows no bounds
Relationships of trust and understanding
Only blossom when the seed is sown
From a fruit that has been nurtured and then planted
Rooted in dialogue instead of throwing stones
This structure is falling down
Within ourselves is where freedom must first be found
This culture is falling down
We will swim and they will sink and drown
This structure is falling down
The fight for change starts far away from the gathering crowd
This culture is falling down
Tonight we dance on freshly trampled ground
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4. |
Mother/Monster
04:44
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Mother/Monster
Controlling what we can’t is the contradiction of our times
The anti-thesis of good medicine with no cure set in its sights
Untested and untestable, one fix simply needs more
Geoengineering puts our life support system on life support
Some say that climate change can be solved through intellect
Big business and big green not respect or common sense
Bill Gates and Richard Branson only fund research into change
Because they profit from inventions which bare patents in their names
Sequestering carbon from the air and brightening the clouds
Will wave goodbye to clear blue skies, sunrises and sundowns
A constant state of grey, rainbows of sulphur dioxide
Crops fail as droughts persist, the oceans acidify
There’s no ethical dilemmas in the schemes being suggested
The risks are designed so that only the global poor are left affected
The benefits are that we can carry on with our lives
The downsides are that millions suffer, starve and die
Mother, monster, mother, monster
The beauty from which we came is now the beast which we’ve created
Monster, mother, monster, mother
Building a better world ain't rocket science it’s far more complicated
They would rather regulate the sun than the oil industry
We haven’t even tried plan A yet still push for plan B
Machines will pump pollutants up into the stratosphere
For more machines to suck them back out from the atmosphere
‘Technology is our saviour, we must have faith in the market’
Failing to recognise this is how the climate crisis started
But in times of crisis high risk plans are rewarded and accepted
Top down change with no government chains and copyright protected
Push something for so long and sometimes it’s bound to push back
But when the forces at hand are so grand they respond and react
With such brutal indifference and rage it must surely repel
Not draw us towards a war between our world and ourselves
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5. |
Riot Sound System
03:55
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Riot Sound System
We are the children of the riot sound system
Free party rigs and twelve volt dustbins
Festival fields, squats and sites, rallies in the street
Let the bass line sound out and the tribe increase
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6. |
Away From Here
05:11
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Away From Here
Tear filled eyes and a blood shot mind
The stars outside don’t shine so bright
Memories of long ago
Cast shadows on tomorrow and block the light
Another candle for the ones forgotten
Who disappear into the endless night
No room to breathe no food to feed
Where to live to see the sunrise is half the fight
The morning light brings the struggle of a new day
To walk a road unknown to any of us
Victims of circumstance will never stand a chance
When the rope of hope they walk was made to fray
Got to get away from here
Guns thunder and bullets rain
In a war that’s televised so we can sympathise in luxury
As red noses and jokes on stage
Put the guns into the hands of the lives they claim to save
You can’t go back to where you’ve been
And you will never realise your dreams
They bound your tongue like they bound your hands
To serve the interests of foreign lands
That were stolen long ago
Not by faith or state but by C.E.O’s
The flag of freedom is stamped TM
When the world is controlled by businessmen
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7. |
Identity Crisis
03:12
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Identity Crisis
When I say I take no pride in the colour of my skin
It’s not because I feel ashamed or think that it’s a sin
When I say I take no pride in what’s between my legs
It’s not because I feel embarrassed talking about sex
When I say I take no pride in the country I was born
It’s not due to the lack of sunshine or the football score
When I say I take no pride in being middle class
I’m not feeling guilt for the sheltered life that I’ve had in the past
My white male privilege and the injustice over which it reigns
Creates comfort to criticize through averted eyes driving myself insane
I did not cause nor can I cure this sick society
But I reject my heritage and history of assumed supremacy
Take pride if you’re a woman, take pride to be gay
Take pride that we all come from the same random outcome of time and space
Take pride of your black skin, take pride if you’re poor
Take pride if you’re an anarchist and raise your fist for the anti-fascist cause
History has shown that the lives of the oppressed
Are the only ones worth celebrating so we don’t forget
The struggles and the hardships, the sacrifices made
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8. |
We Do It To Ourselves
03:26
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We Do It To Ourselves
It’s not the message that is important
But the obedience shown towards it
Keep calm and blindly follow
To a safer more secure tomorrow
Share the burden, toe the line
We police ourselves through the fear of getting caught
We imprison ourselves so that we feel more secure
We oppress ourselves by doing as we’re told
We poison ourselves to get away from it all
It isn’t ideology that’s important
But the approval of their power when it’s supported
Work hard and save for a rainy day
You can have a little fun but just be back by Monday
Shaking hands and faking smiles
We exploit ourselves for we know not what we’re worth
We kill ourselves when there’s nowhere left to turn
We fear ourselves as our potential makes us scared
We behave ourselves and pretend we’re unaware
It’s just so easy to abandon hope
And become convinced that we wouldn’t cope
Without prisons or police, without borders or the state
We are political prisoners in our own head space
Burnt out, bummed out subverts serving time
Sentenced to Codeine days and Valium nights
Talk the talk but crawl the walk a jittering wreck
Revolution from the armchair anarchist sofa bed
We must start the fire that they need extinguished
Build a resistance they require relinquished
Be the thorn in their side that turns septic
We are the quiet ones at the back that you never suspected so you never expected
Wealth doesn’t trickle down when the well’s been tapped
Throw crumbs to the rats and watch the cat get fat
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9. |
Scar Spangled Death Rag
03:10
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Scar Spangled Death Rag
Native tongue and celebration
Spiritual relation-
Ships of war across the water
Bring religion, law and order
In the name of god and country
They decimate culture
The eagle of democracy
Is a fascist vulture
Christopher Columbus sailed to explore
With orders to divide and conquer new world shores
The natives, ‘the savages’, showed no respect
They were raped, robbed and murdered and then told to forget
Ancient forms of worship, age old ties to the land
‘Cos for rich white folks it goes hand in hand
Exploiting Mother Nature and keeping people as slaves
Then on their knees pray for forgiveness when there’s famine and plague
Guns cocked, jaws drop, hearts stop, life is lost
Read all about it, the bells toll for victory
A slumbering giant has woken from its sleep
There is no escape from such diabolical schemes
And the power of nightmares sickening creep
The Apache, the Pueblo, the Navajo
Dead rivers, dead forests, dead buffalo
Economics and war, allegiance sworn to a flag
Border gates and nation states, the new lines drawn in the sand
Indigenous lands become national parks
Clear cuts, mines and oil fields resemble scars
Of festering wounds caused by white men’s greed
Where individual status, wealth and power outweigh collective needs
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10. |
Endless Sky
05:47
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Endless Sky
Action speaks a thousand words and behind walls of silence voices yearn
For those near and far to stand up and take part and fight for the rights of those who go unheard
When they say ‘hey kid you better wise up and get your priorities straight’
Spit back in their face and with passion and grace lay their selfish ideologies to waste
I sing this song to my unknown love
Beneath the stars we share above
Around the fire the embers fly
To common ground and endless sky
Across the seas and desert plains and down the winding country lanes
The whistling worker struggles on and longs for the death of the protest song
From the union members picket line to the factory workers wildcat strike
Political prisoners bound and caged to the rag clad youths at the burning barricades
Mutual respect has a rippling effect and when cries of solidarity sound
Be it white or it black, of flesh or of flag, in retreat and resistance we are bound
The words we used to dare not speak must forge our battle cry
And in the streets our hands will meet clenched in rage prepared to die
We will make plans for breaking bread and sharing cups of wine
But the dreams we chase and the facts that we face mean I’ll tend to your wounds and you will tend to mine
What’s yours is mine in the fight to survive as the battle continues
What’s mine is yours in this endless war as the battle continues
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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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