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Live on The Moon (03​/​09​/​2020)

by The Window Smashing Job Creators

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1.
I was searching for the first thing that would appear in my mind, our political and economic conditions were the only things that I could find, If we had the means of production then I know what we would do, Let's paint this blue world black and red until that which should be becomes true, The police chief is in a limousine, running away from our guillotine, we are singing the utopian blues in the key of C, We are singing “we want it all”, the police chief is in a limousine, running away from our guillotine, we will communalize the land and all industries, when the summer turns to fall, I would be lying if I told you that I was trying to follow the law, the means of freedom were dying, that was the last thing that I saw, before I found a way to run away from the castle of undead vampires, there is not enough water in this entire galaxy to quell our revolutionary fires, The police chief is in a limousine, running away from our guillotine, we are singing the utopian blues in the key of C, We are singing “we want it all”, the police chief is in a limousine, running away from our guillotine, we will communalize the land and all industries, when the summer turns to fall,
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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,
3.
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,
4.
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,
5.
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
6.
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,
7.
i smell bacon I smell grease, it must be the oregon state police, i smell bacon I smell grease, it must be the oregon state police, The state patrol they have got no soul, they won’t let us go in the gazebo, The state patrol they have got no soul, they won’t let us poop in the pooping hole, Steve hall, the old manager of city hall, he tried to turn this city into a mall, Steve hall, the old manager of city hall, he tried to turn this city into a mall, if you want to do your city a favor, then you should form a communal assembly in order to abolish the position of mayor, i smell bacon I smell grease, it must be the olympia police, i smell bacon I smell grease, it must be the olympia police, The state patrol they have got no soul, they won’t let us poop in the pooping hole, Steve Hall, the old manager of city hall, he tried to turn this city into a mall,

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released July 20, 1969

Vox/Guitar/Songwriting: Acab

Banjo and Backup Vox: Ava

Banjo: Lacey

Cello: Chris

Bass: Zoe

Washboard and Backup Vox: Aly

Mandolin and Stompbox: Corey

Saxophone and Clarinet: Reed

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Libertarian Communist Jazz Klezmer Folk Punk

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