1. |
Peace Is Hard
01:54
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Observe the setting sun light the Russian snow
and they say "wha thave you done?"
Well, I'll tell you what I know
Peace Is Hard
because you can't turn swords back into plows now
Peace is Hard
though the fight is over, the battle's never done
Do I raise my glass for the old man
whose struggle has fallen from favor?
and they say "look what you've done!"
But I see in those child's eyes set in an ancient face
that the words of the masters are often honey-sweet,
complement the bitter taste of what we love
Why does the Lord keep me alive
when my struggle is done?
I say "how can you ask a child?"
Maybe you still got some pull,
'cause he's sure forgotten me
we soak rye seeds
in cheap vodka
and lay you
to rest
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2. |
Cutthroats
03:52
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I never thought my life would be a battle trying to make myself free
Show me what is different - telling me that it's not safe to turn off to their intentions:
buying, selling, buy it up, sell it up
I gotta say I don't trust you - or anyone - selling me the blueprints of a better world
As insanity sets in: a vision of a mother with foreign tongue clinging to what is most precious
(Buying, selling information)
Buying what your selling at the sharpened end of your intentions
We don't want to be cells in this organism
Fight to make it automatic, fight to make it democratic;
the point is that you fight - ambition will never beget compassion
When the (electric) impulse calls us to action, we say no!
No! No! No! No!
With a blade above my wrist, I declare my intentions
The documents passed under the table have turned us cancerous
Let the blue and white blood flow, as the tick-tock clock ticks us tales of your conviction
Cutthroats set sail on benign waters of indifference
I never thought my life would be a battle trying to make myself free
I see a sail set at half-mast; set a course for the new world, show me what is different
Don't tell the children where I've gone
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3. |
Who Will Refuse?
03:39
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Anyone can see the writing on the wall
but whose got the guts to pick up a spray can?
Don't lose heart; never let the dream die:
these are empty sentiments, but what do they hide?
The coming of an age
Tell me, who will refuse to recognise a new class system?
They don't look for color - they attack they way I live
Almost respectable - the way they hate
Prioritize fears, classify peers
Fashion is insecurity - what does it hide?
Money buys fashion, fashion's what you see
We don't want to judge, but how off are we?
Complacency of convenience?
I must be blind to the difference.
Don't talk to strangers, but how strange are they?
The ties that bind are now only for the secure.
There's the path of the many and the few, separated
by wealth and choice
what does it hide?
The coming of a new age!
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4. |
Declaration Of...
03:29
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I've seen so many takers
so many smiling fakers
future movers and shakers
preach loudest, and then betray us
Police batons have struck my head
broken commandments provide my bread
With just a love of hopeless causes:
a dream of a world without bosses
We're no longer paying for their crimes
Hidden within their nerve gas
behind their pepper spray tanks
in shields of bullet-proof glass
is a war that is based on class
Marginalised, voices silenced
Property damage is not violence
We must protest, must survive
resist to stay alive
We're no longer paying for their crimes
They market their methods by playing on
the emotions of those they intend to rule:
I will not be ruled.
Work won't make you free.
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5. |
Winter Song
04:34
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All of the world
every bone a selfish bone, every souls a selfish soul
A taste of snow
the material world is a place for a home
I don't know
where do you think you're gunna go without charity in your heart?
Be confident; everything is fine
oh yeah? when's the last time you were up on the welfare line or
wiping a tear from a young child's face, starving for some food and affection?
Where does the optimist train let you off that this sort of injustice is alright?
People are cold
but your bass is kicking warm in your brand new car stereo
Stories are told
but the events don't make the people feel, they're waiting for the films to appear
Your rights are sold
to the highest bidder on the corporate auction block, ya know
But their plight
no man, it's old
it's a third world lost for a war with nature to be won
What did you learn that I don't know that makes you feel like everything in here is alright?
Jesus has told
let he without sin cast the first stone
At the rate we go
let the last man standing have a quarry for a throne
Christmas can go
back to the pagan church and Hallmark - where it belongs
and you icon
Christ
tell your deadbeat dad to take care of his kids
I don't know what to think of you people
I try to live with charity in my soul
but it's hard when you spit in my face
based on you moralist judgements
your fraudulent god blackmailed you into kindness
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6. |
The Culture of Speed
03:51
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Put on your dancing shoes
Stand up and be noticed
Explore the vast array of solutions we can provide
Fits in your pocket! For home or office!
Because when your asleep, the competition isn't;
they're preparing for battle!
And it's gunna be a war, so we're leasing you the best
You better stay sharp man, you gotta stay alert now:
we'll talk about flowcharts
we'll talk about danger!
Danger!
Who's watching over you network?
While you're gone the servers night go down!
We know the code, and you know that we're coming!
Please, put on your seatbelts for the crash.
Danger! Danger! Twenty-four-seven-three-sixty-five
keeping you connected to the central database
Danger! Danger! Twenty-four-seven-three-sixty-five
the Culture of Speed can't keep a steady beat
* * *
What do you work for? Fat pockets and a cozy life for yourRING-A-LING-A-LINGexcuse me dear, you know I love you, but i gotta take this
in the other room
I do it for us, but really for them
In the other room
it never stops
"The cool breeze in your hair makes it dance, and sun freckles your face, and I remember why I fell in love with you..."
"the simple life..."
"I wish it would never end!"
Then it's back to the office, wear the yoke for the bosses!
Phosphor burns the back of my retinas
Substance, coax my synapse to fire
Tar-stained fingers blur their patterns
at the sound of Pavlovian bells
Serviced like a car
check my levels, fill my head with
dreams of other lives
I won't see that I am not the master of my time
What do you work for? Live for? Die for? Work for? Try for?
Fall of the bow, and you'll regret weighing down your pockets
What do you work for? Live for? Die for? Work for? Try for?
If not to be the master of your time?
Danger! Danger!
Twenty-four-seven back-to-back, you're gunna get a heart attack!
Danger! Danger!
Don't run so fast on the pavement, you'll only wear out your sole.
Danger! Danger!
I'm tellin' you man, it never stops.
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7. |
Radio Free Derry
02:48
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It's a mission to wake it up and get it through to the people that what I feel doesn't come from some kind of special knowledge or understanding, but from wanting to know and trying to understand;
people are dying...
Democracy is the coating of the pill that we swallow;
symptomatic relief of a realisation that the free market don't equal freedom. A choice to live is a choice to live apart
People are dying - they want a revolution
Any-ism: answers can't be found in the words of another
Blame the system: everyone is their own worst oppressor
If if feel that my freedom can be given back, I must admit I've allowed it to be taken
relinquish power, abolish control
People are dying - they want a revolution
A vision of a world the way it was 'meant to be' is likely to contradict any reason I have hope
When is a government responsible to the people who've got something to say? People are dying, they want a revolution!
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8. |
Guerre de Classe
03:55
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