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Barricade Blues
02:53
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get your shields and get your blades, let's head downtown to the barricades, direct action at the end of the world,
getting from here to there won't always be fun, it will feel like you are throwing rocks at the sun, even when all of your sails are unfurled,
Well I do not know where I should go, I lost my mind in new mexico, searching for a dream that I hurled,
and I do not know what I should do, but I want to tell you that I love you, at the end of the world,
people they ask me how I cope, well I don't got faith but I've got hope, that we could build this grand communal band,
our rulers are searching for something to sell, we should build utopia in the shell of this hell,
and stop the gears turning soil into sand,
well it did not work out how I planned I was sailing on a river then I found land, searching for a dream that I hurled,
I do not know what I should do but I want to tell you that I love you at the end of the world
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2. |
Precarious Spiel
03:51
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sometimes i get distracted when I am critiquing everything but I try to keep my eyes on the prize,
we will be killed by a world that will sell us the drugs that we need if we do not find a way to organize,
we are trying to push a boulder up a hill, we are making progress every single day,
searching for new theories that we should distill, building a world where work is intertwined with play,
Chorus:
I got evicted from my apartment, and then a robot stole my job,
The only people who still care about me are in the local angry mob,
Our commune has many shovels and we are digging many graves,
to bury the fossil fuel industry, and free the world that we have made”
second verse:
your bible and your rifle will not protect you from the storm,
your bible and your rifle will not protect you from the value form,
these days the price of free time is too expensive for me to afford,
because I owe money to my bank, my boss, the crown, the cross, and my landlord,
Second Chorus:
I got evicted from my apartment, and then a robot stole my job,
The only people who still care about me are in the local angry mob,
We are fighting for tomorrow and we are running from our graves,
while our barricades are swimming against a barrage of bombs, bullets, and blades,
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3. |
Communism in Space
03:01
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Im looking through these bottles of change I can't afford to pay my rent,
this economy is killing me most of my money has been spent,
on all of the medicines that I need from the local drug store,
Now I wont be able to buy the drugs that I need anymore,
So put the means of slack in my backpack because we are going on a run,
we are going to a shore that weve never seen before we are going to run towards the sun,
we are going to outer space, it is the final frontier,
we will build communism there after we build communism here,
Lets build a commune on the moon, then lets build a commune on mars,
we have billions and billions of comrades across billions and billions of stars,
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4. |
Ecology Boogie
02:12
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Why are you so sad and mad my darling, why do you fear every warning about global warming,
Why are you so driven to fight the zombies that have arisen,
Our tombs are inviting us to dance, we should run while we still have a chance,
It is time to take a stance, we will not win this round, It is time to search for our church our god was lost and found,
We are humming a tune and strumming some strings while the market is buying and selling people who are buying and selling things,
Our ecosystem is adorable, but soon our ecosystem wont be explorable,
because our rulers will plunder the rudder of the wind, rain, lightning, and thunder,
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5. |
Tomorrow's Schlep
05:00
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An Ode to the Diggers and the Levellers
We are stealing from banks to fuel our tanks we are searching for alleyways that we should explore,
And if we do not fight with all of our might there will be no forest left for us anymore,
It will not be fun when you pick up your gun because it is time to prepare for war,
We will wake up with a kettle of coffee before the sun and then we will battle for utopia’s shore,
Chorus:
There are piles of gold buried underneath miles of mold the diggers will keep on digging,
While we level playing fields armed with our swords and our shields until the gears of freedom start spinning,
Today we have enough stuff for all of us to live, we have communal meetings in our bunker,
And we have managed to find many gifts that we can give even though this world has been torn asunder,
I do not want to die in a glorious last stand i would rather live to fight another day,
But I am willing to die to keep the ember of freedom burning if there is no other way,
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6. |
Red Sky Rag
02:10
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I want to know what is false and what is true,
The sky was painted red but my mind was painted blue,
Now I am sitting around, and loitering downtown trying to find out what I should do,
I wish that I had a way to run away from you,
My Mind was falling apart,
my favorite theory was my only glue,
My dreams fell on the ground they were lost and then they were found,
I was being killed by my worldview,
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7. |
The Next Revolution
02:26
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we were told that we would die, we were told that we would fail,
ages have passed we are still alive, and our ships of freedom continue to sail, //
councils of women fed the fires of freedom, they killed the fascists, and they protected life,
they built a new world in the shell of the old one, they inspired the world to unionize//
and the communes bloomed like flowers, in spite of all of the wars against them,
Freedom is an endless meeting, we are keeping our eyes on the prize and the problem, //
we are wounded we will go onwards, refining our praxis whenever we can, if we want to build a better world, then we are going to have to kill the dominant man,
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8. |
To My Comrades
02:48
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I put a cork in my bottle of wine and then I put it in my bag,
This world was painted with many hues of blues, it was shined with a dusty rag,
I'll be leaving this city tomorrow I'll be going on a southbound train, I’ve got books to quell my sorrow I’ve got books to quell my pain,
Chorus #1 and #2:
I will build a community wherever I go but you know that I will still think of you,
I will see you in utopia if all of our dreams come true,
even when I am not sleeping I am still dreaming about yesterday,
I am thinking about all of those years when we all had more than enough time to play,
I'll be leaving this city tomorrow, I'll be going on a southbound train,
and I’ve got books to quell my sorrow I’ve got books to quell my pain,
Chorus #3:
I will build a community wherever I go but you know that I will still think of you,
I will see you in utopia when all of our dreams come true,
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9. |
Phenomenology of Spirit
00:37
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the wheels of my mind are in the process of turning,
and the oceans of time and space are perpetually burning,
my mind is a ghost that is consuming its host,
it is waiting for the heart of the city to stop hurting,
the pain will not go away no matter what I say,
it will be here tomorrow but it will be different than yesterday,
and no matter what you do time and space will kill you,
because being is becoming nothing ever stays the same,
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10. |
Paid Protestor's Blues
03:16
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this song is a joke making fun of the ridiculous delusions and conspiracy theories of the far right. Their illusion that george soros controls the radical left is ridiculous, unfounded, and anti-Semitic
I've got that George Soros money, and I am still waiting on that check,
I've got that George Soros money, to pay for my broken neck,
I've got that George Soros money, it is the only money for me,
all of that George Soros money bought me all this LSD,
I've got that George Soros money, where do you think we got these guns?
I've got that George Soros money, to pay for all of our bailfunds,
I've got that George Soros money, it is the only money for me,
all of that George Soros money bought me all this DMT,
Don't got that George Soros money, so we will work for free instead,
Don't got that George Soros money, but I've got this loaf of bread,
and if you want a piece just ask, we'll drink out of an empty flash,
then wake up on the dead shores of tomorrow,
We will gather up our sober selves, snort the dust off of our bookshelves,
and then give gifts until there is nothing left to borrow,
I've got that George Soros money, and I am still waiting on that check,
I've got that George Soros money, to pay for my broken neck,
I've got that George Soros money, it is the only money for me,
all of that George Soros money bought me all this LSD,
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