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Break It Down
02:59
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The brutal sun’s oppressive heat
Two thousand miles crossed on their feet
Children, parents, and elderly
Come to a slab of gray concrete
What makes a person want to leave
A place they call their home country?
They never heard Tom Petty sing
"Don’t have to live like a refugee"
We’ve got to break this thing down
See all those huddled masses yearn
Their homes are burned
They can’t return
They’re calling out and begging please
Look down your nose
They’re on their knees
What is the cause of the disease
That makes you lose all empathy?
Scream "It’s a Christian nation"
While they use their hair to wash your feet
We gotta break this thing down
From Mexico to Palestine
But most of all the wall that’s in your mind
Mind if I just put you into their shoes?
Or, if you lack imagination
Your previous generations’ desperation
To leave their original nation
So, you know,
Sentiments for your grandparents
Reveal just what a hypocrite you are
We’ve got to break this thing down
Between Pakistan and India
Remain the scars of the imperial
We’ve got to break this thing down
Flotillas of the desperate flee
Across the Mediterranean Sea
We’ve got to break this thing down
The kids have washed up on the shore
And there’s only going to be more
We’ve got to break this thing down
They sleep in cages on the floor
Of an abandoned big box store
We’ve got to break this thing down
Innocent victims of a war
One that we probably paid for.
Look in their eyes
Humanity recognized, don’t say:
"I didn’t notice. I couldn’t..."
Listen to them
You can’t hear their words and say:
"I didn’t notice. I couldn’t..."
Listen to them
You can’t hear their words and not say:
We’ve got to break this thing down
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Selling nostalgia almost 20 years on
Streaming repeating every record you’ve spun
Give me the new, tell me the future’s begun
Chandler from Friends says "Could I BE more rerun?"
No advance
Repetitive chants
Reload your guns
To hypnotic drums
There’s no morality, it’s only PR
You can’t relate when you don’t know who you are
The world’s a stage, a violent actor’s the star
Feeding the trolls under a bridge too far
Oh, sorry!
Limited strike
Wherever you like
The ratings spike
Cops of the world say "stop resisting, you thug"
Grandsons of Roosevelts leave no skull undug
Ancient societies, flipped like a bug
American history from under the rug
I think I’ve already heard this one before
Same shit different decade, remanufactured
This is the remix, get the kids on the floor
Timeless classic, Dankey Kang’s Bongos of War
The drums, the dance
Paranoid chants
The familiar
Strange allure
Ideology is not your identity
You are only what you do!
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David Hyde Pierce
02:48
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Time for some traffic problems in Fort Lee
Don’t bite off more than I can chew
60 pound sacks of drugs might fall on you
Power is terrifying but the opposite is worse
Count to 10 again and again and hope you don’t end up leaving in a hearse
It never ends until one day it does
Ego placebo
They make vague threats of security
And they’re exploiting amorality
Shrugging accountability
We attempt to make our culture
But you can’t enforce empathy
We’re trying to assign bias
Every sanctioned dissent just safe enough
Screaming at buildings
Durable words still break
You don’t have a conscience
If you’ve never considered violence
Regressing to a garbage state
Why aren’t we scared
Easy to ignore for now
It’s all gone in the end
Pretending it doesn’t matter doesn’t help
Environmental externalities
No one’s paying damages
What does our march do when the cash still gets through?
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Exhausted
Other options
Costed
Time and space and life and limb and sanity
New freedom
From cars
They don’t need em
Moving people showing us how a city could be.
They’re setting optimistic timetables and milestones
Veins and capillaries spreading into every zone
It’s always running so I don’t need a ride home
From you
Stop slow-mo
Gonna fast forward past Cuomo
No more standing by
As we watch them dropping the ball
Let’s get there
What it costs I don’t care
Cuz we’ll tax the millionaires
To pay for it all
So come on, take it on, it on
Come on, make it run, it run
Come on, build it up, it up
Come on, everyone
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Mickie Mous Dik Pik
01:39
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’Cause if the fire’s still burning in the morning
You’ll know it’s burned for long enough
Run like a relay
Trying to figure out what’s worth worrying about
Trying to stay away from us and them
Cut your vision, crack it open, let the light in
Choose a mission, clean the kitchen, learn from children
Take the kids to disney world again
Post the pictures for all your friends
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Bodega Chandelier
02:28
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You can’t just take this from me
My grandmother moved into this neighborhood in 1953
Oh, please just leave us alone
Just because we can’t afford to buy it doesn’t mean it’s not our home
I don’t know where we’re supposed to go
Fuckouttahere
Bodega chandelier
Plant a glass shard on a faulty foundation
When it’s pawn vs pawn you can feel the ground breaking
Tie a tourniquet on a leaky foundation
When it’s pawn vs pawn you can feel the ground breaking away
25 percent sitting empty and unsold
Victims of the system sleeping out in the cold
Brains and bodies used up, did what they were told
Now they’re fucked
You can’t just take this from me
From the dawn of time our people lived among and protected the trees
And now someone has come here to
Burn them down, burn them down
Oh, please just leave ’em alone
Suddenly the latest hot commodity happens to be our home
Fuckouttahere
Soybeans fascists and steers
Drop a gas bomb causing mass extinction
When it’s gone, it’s just gone
What the fuck were they thinking?
Drop a gas bomb causing mass extinction
When it’s gone, it’s just gone
Our world’ll be sinking away
Jesus fucking Christ, getting worse every day
Glass and steel bullshit stands where kids used to play
Cattle graze in fields where our ancestors lay
And we’re fucked, fucked
You can’t just take me from me
Mind inside a body inside a cell
Gets sapped just like a battery
Captive alone
Plexiglass steel and chrome
Not at home
Get your pesky flesh into somebody’s cage
A little room’s all you get, less than minimum wage
Get your pesky flesh into somebody’s cage
You can bet they’ll forget where the product they’re buying is made
I guess we’ll just have to uproot again and again.....
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Pebbledash Croft
03:47
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Nearly every man drowned at the same time within eyeshot of the shore (shore)
She waddled home to her pebbledash croft on the Isle of Lewis (to)
She wasn’t looking for asylum per se
No one leaves home without a reason
Mary Anne MacLeod
HMY Iolaire New Year’s Day
RMS Transylvania pebbledash croft (shore)
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Your anger, your anger
You look like you’ve got something to prove
Your anger, your anger
Acting like you’ve got nothing to lose
You want it, you need it
A little casual depravity
I hate it, it pains me
Like chewing ice with a cavity
My anger, my anger
Nerves electric and heart clenched tight
Fight, flight
I want it, I need it
Push the red button deep inside
The tension, the tension
Slingshot always at full extension
Suspicion is leaping
Behind my second shadow is creeping
You’re steaming, you’re screaming
Little teapot, constant releasing
My boiling, is building
Now see what harm pressure cookers can do
Not just you
Seething
Teething
Breathing
Seeing
Being
You’re training, you’re slaying
Motivational go, go, go
Your weakness, fear of weakness
Short cutting the way to a man’s brain
I’m better
Am I better?
Can’t admit that we’re both the same
Conspiring, inspiring
Punching at shadows in the cave
You’re useful when you’re fooled
I get the feeling the fights have been staged
Coopted, psy-op-ted
Sympathizers, but not with another’s pain
Inciting, deciding
Just whose war you’re going to wage
Our anger can be power
But what good is it in a blind rage?
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(Pesky Flesh)
00:10
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Get your pesky flesh into somebody’s cage
A little room’s all you get, less than minimum wage
Get your pesky flesh into somebody’s cage
You can bet they’ll forget where the product they’re buying is made
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Check Out Old Table
02:21
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Let me see all of you, I know you well
Your clear-eyed vision we’ve been dancing in hell
Don’t want to go to school and twiddle thumbs
Lose track of friends as they turn into everyone
Stumblin out thinking "something’s on me"
It makes you wonder how long you’ve been asleep
Fed you the apple and they planted the tree
Check out Old Table I know what you need
The mental horses are all screaming nay/neigh
Living in post-nine/elevinfinity
Illuminati lizards with a goal
They need more blood to make the talking boxes glow
The pretty girls covered in chemicals
Watching the sad ex-calcium commercials
Feels like it’s your fault that nobody cares
Screaming fuck you to the Administration of Fear
And you’re achin’ for those mountain tops
And sailing out to sea
Yearnin’ to traverse the lines
The liars make liars made you see
But you’re housing things in parents basements
Feel like a bag of chips
What the fuck do I know anyway?
The problem don’t exist
Everything sucks and you just gotta laugh
Jay Leno wished it on his magical lamp
The wild animals pay for the zoo
Check out Old Table, don’t pretend that nothing’s true
And the satellite George Clooney’s working on
Steals microscopic secrets from me and you
But the ghost of Pocahontas takes him out
Yeah, keep on singing it and it just might come true
Choose your own fate no one to tell us no
No names or blames exchanged with the Citadel of Gold
No need explain if you don’t wanna dance
Can’t be contained everyone’s peeing each other’s pants
Ponytail Kid to Sonic Elderly
Blah blah blah blah blah blah HA HO E.T.C.
Hard to remember so please never forget
Check out Old Table on the internet
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Ceasefire Violations
04:04
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Coastal devastations in our nation
Ceasefire violations
Everybody’s angry now so join the crowd
Listen up, don’t talk so loud
Not a month, and not a year. It’s not your time to disappear
Don’t grow up and don’t calm down, this is our clampdown
Don’t start wearing blue and brown
Find a way to find a way to find a way
Changing all the locks
Shredding all the stocks
Whatcha gonna do when no one’s listening to you?
Stranger at the door
Heard it all before
Just a little more
Take it all away
Time is neutral
Here we find our uselessness again
Predictably we’re tempted to pretend
None of this will matter in the end
How long can that cynicism last?
Do you ever think about the past?
Ever notice things change pretty fast?
Take a page from Lisa Kalvelage
You never know when you’ll be on the edge
You don’t need to be John Brown to say
You’re on the right side of history
It don’t take much so why not start today?
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No One and the Somebodies Bronx, New York
No One and the Somebodies is a project created by brothers Brian, Steve, Kevin, & Bobby Yankou. NOATS formed in Hawthorne, NY in 2001 and has been a mainstay of the New York DIY/ all ages community ever since. The band's decidedly eclectic sound can turn from dee dee dwee deedle fwee t'taaah to BWUUUAAAAAGGGHHHH BAKKA BAKKA KABBUDDA SKIPOOOOW pretty quickly. ... more
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