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it's the sound of the words, not what they mean
it's the scent of your body underneath the pines
there's a pistol wrapped inside your shirt,
there's a body lying on the office floor
we are conspiring in the alleys, we are perspiring in each other's arms
i don't believe that there is any utopia awaiting
up on a rooftop taking aim
down in the cities, let the madness be my grave
walk like a hooligan, fire burning in the streets
knocking out the windows and looting all the stores
painting out the words we tried to live by
write it on the street signs but no one understands
so fire me, that's fine with me, i didn't wanna live that way no more
there's fire in the streets and there's blood inside my arteries
so cover up your face because the storm is coming in
take the sails and we can go home again
back to those mountains with our minds in the clouds
all the witches will tell us we were dreaming
all the witches will hail us home
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Black Army song
04:30
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word comes from the Bat'ko
dear comrade Makhno says:
put down your papers and leave off your plans,
everyone who can get a weapon in hand, and come
the czarist forces are pushed to the brink,
this war will be won or lost in a blink, now run!
onwards we ride through the blankets of snow
in the darkness of night we'll strike the final blow
each as unique as these miniscule motes of white
each of us guided by our own light
but together we'll make an unstoppable force,
a merciless avalanche set in it's course
without fear, without remorse
Death to all those who oppose freedom for working people!
for working people
death rides beneath our black banner tonight
may all our oppressors tremble with fright
peasants and workers united as one
raining down fire from horse-drawn machine guns
panic spreads through Denikin's ranks
as anarchy's cossacks appear at each flank
they dive into the freezing Sinyukha or die upon the banks
Death to all those who oppose freedom for working people!
for working people
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Sparticus at the Rubicon
05:51
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the river seems to flow the way it always has
but age has turned the water grey
over the years so many fears and gears have passed this way
and now the soapscum and rust look like blood upon the waves
where fish still wriggle when they're hooked
but they smell like plastic when they're cooked
and so few these days, though the waters teemed
when the ships arrived
and dead woods all along the sides
dead woods all along the sides
there will be no compromise this time
we're breaking every window, we're crossing every line
may the world be won or lost at the cast of a thousand dice,
let us cast our thousand dice
at the turning of the wind we went westward and then inland
set off one day to see what we could find
and as the bastards grew in ranks
soon there were factories along the banks
and there were dead woods all along the sides
and in the night the fog catches the lights
they never go out, they never go out
our city's a room in 1984
and in the night the fog catches the lights
they never go out, they never go out
a city on fire would give us a clearer sky
and there were dead woods all along the sides
dead woods all along the sides
and I've noticed that the screams of those you're murdering
seem to disappear behind your endless empty murmuring
so no, we won't entreat you, try and beat you at your own game because even if we win we'll end up tame and much the same
we must walk into the wind, learn to be and to begin
we must gather up the dead wood to keep us warm
we must put files to their bars, we must put fire to their cars
we must gather up our hearts into a storm
and there will be no compromise this time
we're breaking every window, we're crossing every line
may the world be won or lost at the cast of a thousand dice
let us cast our thousand dice
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Eviction Song
05:55
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where is the house where i was not lonely?
where are the friends who made it my home?
where is the loving family who found me?
they are gone, i am alone
(...)
the first time i was evicted it was 2009
it was the first far from the last time what a fucking crime
it was back when we were kids, back when i still trusted him
they threw him down the stairs and kicked his fucking ribs in
we'd say:
we won't, we won't be,
we won't be pushed out of this city
(x2)
but we know that's not the case it's just the stupid shit we say
to keep the worst at bay
two years later to the day, it was the end of may
it was so cold that day my face and hands felt flayed
as i walked alone from the ruins of another home
and i know they'll smash my bones, if i return
oh
we'd say:
if we got the landlord by the throat
maybe next month we'd have a home
of our very own
if we could burn the condos down maybe next year
there would be room for us in this town
(x2)
but we know that's not the case, it's just the stupid shit we say
to keep the worst at bay
it was so chilling to watch as block by block
the hipsters and yuppies, backed by armed cops
took all that had stood since my childhood
chewing and ripping at the flesh of the neighborhood
neighborhood
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Storm Paradise Halifax Regional Municipality, Nova Scotia
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