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From the Are We There Yet? album
http://busstoppress.bandcamp.com
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the cracks on the heater, the mice on the walls
the folks you called friends behaving like shit with you
how many pop songs do you know would feel relevant ?
grading misbehave like pain between zero and ten
the last was the worst winter in years, if only it mattered
when it's minus twenty out, there's already so much negativity in
that the question can be ask about when we'll give in
and we turn on the heater, set an hour back the clock,
put plastic sheets all over the windows, we're stuck in town with nowhere else to go
making plans to hang out inside and soon it'll be fun-a-day
an excuse to get out of bed in the morning, and get our D vitamin to make it to spring alive
down and out, no one really has it together
down and out, no one really has it together
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From Support Your Local Coven album
http://lyngfarer.bandcamp.com
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i got put on the weight
and buried to the hilt
it rattled my cage and bars
a charge to be held
a door stood ajar
the light only goes so far
I do have the fear
Im holding this stone
the shape and the weight and all
an errand to run
alone on the path
and then i got kicked in the heart
the hour of lore
so far from the home
that cradles and shepherds it on
a few steps away
and everythings great
and whispers of air
and fear of the weight
we are breaking this glass
and running for the sun
and it won’t hold us long
but i want to go on
as travels become
a life in itself
its all that i have done
thats what i have found
alone in the past
and cradlng the fear
now its up against my chest
so far away from here
that i have been put on the weight
as what i have become
got taken by the hand
and burned to the ground
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Unreleased song, you can contact Cácory via jediy@riseup.net
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chci vidět kolem sebe padat hvězdy k zemi
zbavené svých záchytných bodů vybudovaných
ze lží a úcty davů..
chci vidět prázdné trůny
opuštěné samotnými vládci,
kteří utekli sami, protože
je už nikdo nepotřebuje..
chci vidět oheň, který hoří v očích
namísto naších dlaní..
vidím pláž a rozbouřené moře pod noční
oblohou rozzářenou miliardami opravdových hvězd
a tam stojíme my všichni
jeden vedle druhého a jedna vedle druhé
stojíme tam spolu a držíme se za ruce
NAKONEC SPOLU / KONEČNĚ ROVNI
bez nenávisti bez válek mezi národy
bez existence tříd a hranic které nás rozdělují
NAKONEC SPOLU / KONEČNĚ ROVNI
chci vidět padat hvězdy
chci vidět prázdné trůny
chci vidět oheň, který hoří
v očích namísto dlaní
*
i want to see the stars falling down
evrywhere around me to the ground
destitute/devoid of their holds that had
been built on the lies and awe of the masses
i want to see the empty thrones
abandoned by the emperors and rulers themselves
who ran away because no one needs them anymore
i want to see the fire that burns
in the eyes instead of our hands.
i see a shore at a stormy sea
under the night sky lit up with billions
of stars -that are real-
and there we stand all– one by one
we stand there together holding hands
FINALLY EQUAL / AT LAST TOGETHER
without hate
without wars between the nations
without the classes and borders that divide us
FINALLY EQUAL / AT LAST TOGETHER
i want to see the stars fall down
i want to see the empty thrones
i want to see the fire that burns
in our eyes instead of our hands...
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From Never Surender album
http://evangreer.bandcamp.com
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mrs greer your son acts up in class
he asks the questions that you're not supposed to ask
mr. greer, it's pretty plain to see
your son has got adhd
and the doctors say he needs
30 milligrams of amphetamines
(go!)
when i turned eight years old
they put me on the pills
one to focus me at school
help me follow all the rules
and one to keep my tears away
cuz little boys should never cry
one to help me through my day
one to help me sleep at night
and i had so few memories
of what it was like before
that i took those damn pills everyday
since 1994
now i recognize the system
i see what they're really for
i'm not giving you my money
i won't take them anymore
i was in the dead center of the country
when i popped my final pill
i sold the rest of the bottle
to some kids from chicago
then turned toward something new
and for the first time in my life
i felt at peace with who i was
i couldn't wait to share the new world out there
with all the people that i loved
and i had so few memories of what it was like before
the first week i went without them felt like i had been reborn
now i recognize the system i see what they're really for
i'm not giving you my money i won't take them anymore
that's when i got to thinking
about this society
and how there's something wrong
when a kid so young's put on amphetamines
at first i blamed my parents
then the doctors then the schools
but if you wanna fight back
look higher than that
at the filthy frat cat with the big contract
at those puppy killing labs
the results come back
taking science fiction and calling it fact
and if it screws you up they don't give a crap
cuz they can still drive home in their cadillacs
making money off a game where the decks are stacked
and if that's not enough it's bigger than that
that's just one of this system's many attacks on you
so what are we gonna do?
and do i have so few memories of what it was like before
that i can write this song with smoke in my lungs
and a bottle on the floor?
now i recognize those systems
i see what they're really for
i'm not giving you my money
i won't buy it anymore
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From Mother How Could You album
http://aliciaedelweiss.bandcamp.com
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When I come home from a bad night out
it makes me philosophical, thinking about
that one and one make none and all my friends have gone
and I wish I'd never seen the sun,
oh I wish I'd never seen the sun
Strangers come and go, some stop to say hello
once a week you might have a cup of tea
and they always turn out different
from what you thought them to be
but does it matter in the end
that you made one more friend
to spend some time
for the sake of some memories
for the sake of wasted memories
But, where do you go
when there is no home?
where do you go
when there is no home
People wanting bread and games
others enlightment, is it the same?
oh, is it really brave to live this life
or just stupid not to turn to suicide?
oh, I'd have to drop that knife
if I found there was eternal life
oh I'd be so disappointed
to cancel my last appointment
to cancel my last appointment
But, where do you go
when there is no home?
Tell me, where do you go
when there is no home
After all you change the place
in case someone starts to read your face
which coast it doesn't matter
someone just show me something better
I can't stand the harem of people no more
I keep to let me forget what I don't know
I keep to let me forget what I don't know
But, where do you go
when there is no home?
Tell me, where do you go
when there is no home
I know it's all just there for me
the turn-off-button is hidden in the sea
and it'll take me more than a thousand years
to dive to the bottom of my fears
but in the end you're on your own
and it seems like you still haven't grown
no one you love can really fill your soul
no one you love can really fill your soul
But, where do you go
when there is no home?
Tell me, where do you go
when there is no home?
Tell me, where should I go when there is no home?
Tell me where should I go when there's no place to belong?
Tell me where do you go when there is no home?
Tell me where should I go when there is no home
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6. |
Hledání - Nunatak
02:11
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New version of old song, recording, mix and master by Martin Mohyla - thanks!
http://hledani.musicforliberation.com
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(C) Z ubrané hodnoty života ještě(F) přikládáme do ohně
A (Ami) sny, ty se drolí jako stará omítka (G) ze stěn
Hlavy (C) sklopené pod daní jakostních (F)idejí
Těla (Ami)zchromlá, neschopná pohybu - strachem (G)ze změn
Představy o (F) životě se konfiskují (G) rychlostí stoupání
(Ami)hladiny světových (E) moří,
z útržků (F)proroctví dalších a (G)dalších hlasatelů
(Ami)pravd prosvítají (E)signály otroctví,
(F)další kázání je však (G)utíná a vyhání z
(Ami)mysli stejně jako (E) samostatné myšlení,
(F)Čistá matika (G)ve špinavé praxi,
(Ami) kalkulace se vším (E)živým i (F) neživým za
(G)účelem naplnění (Ami)kvót.
(C) Nechci promrhat čas, který (Emi)mám.
Volím (F) svobodu, která ale (G) kandidovat (C) nebude!
(C) Nenechat - (Emi) rozdrtit se masou
(F)Těžko je - když (G) části ukrajuje
(C)Zachovat -(Emi)otevřenou mysl
(F) Bojovat - být (G)upřímní sami k (C) sobě
(C)Zlost a rozum - (Emi) láska i hněv
(F) Základní kameny (G) jsou barikád
Najít (C) jednotu vzteku a (Emi)porozumění
a pak(F) čelit (G) - jako(C)nunatak
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NUNATAK
whatever real life we are left with gets take for granted
and dreams keep on crumbling like old plaster
heads weighed down by ideas already taxed bodies
bodies stiffened, paralyzed by fear of change
fantasies of life get repossessed faster than a tree would fall
and prophecies give out more than a hint of slavery
but, same as free thought, they all get cut off by the next sermon
of supply and demand and profit margins on life, death and beyond
My time is mine and i’m not wasting it
I vote for freedom, since it doesn’t run for any office
won’t let myself be crushed by the masses
may they come as strong as they like
keeping an open mind
struggling, but honest
every barricade gets built on
anger and reason, love and rage
find the balance between ire and compassion
and face it all like a nunatak
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Stick And Poke - Summer
03:38
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From the album Never Going Back, you can contact band here: https://stickandpoke.bandcamp.com
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It's been a cold, dark winter
Being awake's become so hard
The only thing that's keeping me together
Is the thought that spring is soon to start
Chorus
We're gonna walk these roads again
Just like the way we did back then
All I need is the sunlight, and your hand
I hope the summer never ends
Warm nights a sleeping with the trees
With nothing but moonlight to guide our feet
Beaten trails won't make us feel alone
In a place like this, we can rest our weary bones
Chorus
I wanna start forgetting the people who brought me down before
And stop regretting not having them in my life anymore
So let's get to setting off on the road to somewhere new
Just me and you
Chorus x2
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Capo 4
Chords:
Verses: C F
Choruses: C F C F C F C Am F G C
Bridge: F C G
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Proti všem - Čas (Time)
03:07
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Song from Neotáčej se zpět // And Never Look Back album
http://protivsem.bandcamp.com
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Řítíme se časem
a nežijeme v přítomnosti.
Jednou nohou v budoucnu,
však myšlenkami v minulosti.
Řítíme se vesmírem,
pohlceni v patosu.
Naháníme přeludy
a hledáme řád v chaosu.
To co bylo v nás,
byl jen chtíč.
Chtěli jsme mít všechno
a chtěli jsme mít víc.
...nakonec nezbylo nám nic...
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From Rhyddid Yw Y Freuddwyd album
http://afiach.bandcamp.com
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Calon fudur achos sgenaim cawod, (Dirty heart, because I don't have a shower)
A mae'r galon yma yn llawn drygioni, (And this heart is full of mischief)
A dwi'n gweld dim sens cerdded yn syth, (and I see no sense in walking straight)
Er mwyn gwerthu'n enaid a byw mewn nyth. (To sell my soul, and live in a nest)
Chorus
Genai ffrind, genai fwy nac un (X2) (I have a friend, I have more than one)
Da ni'n ysu i fod yn rhydd, (Our urge is to be free)
Brwydro pob un dydd, (We battle everyday)
Mae'r teimlad drost y byd, (This feeling is across the world)
Rhyddid yw y fraeddwyd. (Freedom is the dream)
Anwybyddu y rheolau, (ignore the rules)
Da ni'n llosgi nhw i gyd er mwyn cadw'n gynnes, (We burn them all, to keep warm)
A ella bod rhai ohony nhw yn dweud, (and maybe some of them say..)
"Mae hi di colli ei ffordd" ("She's lost her way")
Ond mae well genai golli fy ffordd, na colli fy mhwrpas (But I'd rather lose my way, than lose my purpose)
Achos os sgen ti'm pwrpas, be di'r pwrpas? (Because if you have no purpose, what's the purpose)
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From Dáša´s split with Ilúzia.
https://dasafonflasa.bandcamp.com
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JE TO V NÁS?
koľko, koľko piesní
sa napísalo o tom, že násilie je zlé
a koľko, koľko básní
poslané v listoch z vojny skončili zabudnuté
a koľko, koľko krát
uzavrel sa mier a pokoj panoval
a načo, načo to všetko
keď zajtra sa to zase začne všetko odznova
koľko, koľko ľudí
si naozaj myslí, že násilie je zlé
a koľko, koľko z nich
sa čudujú a nechápu toho, kto bojuje
a koľkí, koľkí z nich
udrú svojho blížneho bez váhania
tam sa to všetko začína
pozeráme na druhých a nie na seba
je to, je to v nás
pestujeme pokrytectvo už od malička
a stále budeme
piť víno, vodu kázať a tváre zakrývať
koľko, koľko piesní
koľko ľudí, koľko rečí a koľko veľkých právd
a načo, načo to všetko
keď zajtra sa to začne zase všetko odznova
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IS IT INSIDE OF US?
How many, how many songs
Have been written about violence being bad
And how many, how many poems
Sent in letters from war have ended up lost
And how many, how many times
The peace had been made and ruled over the world
And what for, what was it all for
When it will start all over again tomorrow
How many, how many people
Really think that violence is bad
And how many, how many of them
Are wondering and don´t understand who is fighting
And how many, how many of them
Would hit thy neighbor without hesitation
That is where it all starts
We are looking at others and not at ourselves
It is, it is inside of us
We feed hyopcrisy from early childhood
And we will still
Preach about water, drink wine and cover up faces
How many, how many songs
How many people, how much talk
and how many big truths
And what for, and what was it all for
When it will start all over again tomorrow
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11. |
Dan Kemp - Holding On
02:49
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From Dan´s album Holding On
http://dankemp.bandcamp.com
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There's been a search for freedom as long as there's been man
and since there's been oppression there's been those who make a stand
but through all the injustice there are those who still believe
that people can live together in peace and harmony
so keep holding on
it's darkest before the dawn
we'll welcome in a bright new morn
as we keep holding on
and there have been rebels as long as there's been kings
folk as free as birds before those who clipped their wings
people who died on their feet instead of bend the knee
and refused to wear the yoke and iron chains of tyranny
so you comrades of Wat Tyler, friends of Thomas Paine
of Sparticus in ancient Rome the CNT in Spain
The Diggers of St. Georges Hill, Ned Ludd and Captain Swing
Who fought throughout the ages, to hear freedoms bells ring
and they infiltrate, co-opt us or their armies crush us down
but there are always more of us to rise up from the ground
and we will never give up, cos we know we're in the right
and one day we just might, win this fight
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Song released on their demo cd, you can contact Nos Sobran Los Motivos here: nos.sobran.los.motivos@riseup.net
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Lyrics & music by Knut Nilsen
Acoustic version arranged by Bjarte Malum
http://ballemalurt.bandcamp.com
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You're in a downer, in a rut, you feel so all alone
You stay inside your home and disconnect your cellular phone
But know the sun is shining, you just dont know where to look
Pre-ref.:
Now you're going home
But know you're not alone
Ref.:
We are still here
So until we meet again
Rest assured we will always keep your name at heart
So until we meet again
Dont forget the friends you have, dont kick them in the teeth
Dont stab them in the back coz you know that they'll be missed
Appreciate us, we are here, we'll never leave you on your own
Pre-ref. + ref
Mind you keep your chin up because brighter days are near
Toss the gloom off your back, we'll gather once again
So if you're ever feeling blue just keep in mind this tune
Pre-ref. + ref
Ref
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From the album Este Infierno, you can contact band here: http://bestiariofolk.bandcamp.com
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El cielo cae sobre mí,
Lo vi temblar, lo oí rugir
Y ahora entiendo,
Que fue su propio corazón
Quien le mató... Su veneno.
Las industrias vomitan desechos que caen en el mar,
Sus fábricas tosen al viento un humo letal,
Creando miseria y muerte a donde van,
Por los intereses de una multinacional.
¡Asesinos!
Te dieron falsa libertad
Para comprar y desear
Su basura,
Fue una excusa para ti,
Para vivir su mentira.
El progreso trajo consigo la desolación,
Ya no hay futuro tampoco hay una solución,
No entendemos a donde va la humanidad,
Por los intereses de esta hipócrita sociedad
¡Asesinos!
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The sky falls on me,
I saw him tremble, I heard she roar
And now I understand,
That was his own heart
Who killed him ... Their own poison.
Industries spew debris falling into the sea,Its factories tosen the
wind a lethal smoke,Creating misery and death where they go,In the
interests of a multinational... Murderers!
They gave false freedom
Want to buy your trash,
It was an excuse for you, to live his lie.Progress brought
desolation,there is no future either there is a solution, we do not
understand where is humanity, in the interests of this hypocritical
society... Murderers!
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15. |
Joe Yorke - Feed Me
03:26
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From the Congrete World album, contact Joe here: http://joeyorke.bandcamp.com
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Son do you know where your food comes from?
The neglected food we put to waste
Blind to the truth and to the terror
You still like the taste
Feed me, feed me
Feed me
A slice 'o' leg
And a blood stained sandwich
Not my problem
Not my damage
Feed me, feed me
Feed me more
There 'aint' much logic in the 'animal lover'
It's funny but it drives me round the bend
Kill the cattle in concentration
But these pets are my best friends
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Song from Gab´s third album Against the Grain, contact Gab here: http://gabdelavega.bandcamp.com
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I will always save a precious part of the kid I used to be
it's a flame still burning strong in me that has shaped my identity
I know people change, in most cases
they'll just walk away from me
but my heart's the same and so is the bond we share
just the few of us still here
we're still here and I don't mind
of the times we left behind
'cause the best is yet to come, just wait and see
the blood that runs in our veins
heartbeats like drums, the voice of those against the grain
we won't back down, won't hesitate
that's what we’ve learned: the struggle never ends
'cause we are crazy enough to dream and to try to live at full speed
'cause we always choose the hard way because we know where it leads
life is not a game, this is what they say
but they play with lives so easily
no one really cares if you're alive or dead
but I'll find you next to me
we're still here and I don't mind
of the times we left behind
'cause the best is yet to come, just wait and see
the blood that runs in our veins
heartbeats like drums, the voice of those against the grain
we won't back down, won't hesitate
that's what we’ve learned: the struggle never ends
life's a constant quest
every scar's a medal on my chest
to remind me where I've been and where to go
'cause some roads just lead to dead ends
if you're lost reach out for my hand
we've got each other's back, this is our code
we'll find another road
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From Marko´s split with Ryan Harvey, http://markogreyhound.bandcamp.com
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ДРАГ ПРЕМИЕРЕ
Драг премиере едно ќе ви кажам,
Нема за тебе јас да гласам,
Пробај да ме заплашиш, пробај да ме затвориш,
Сепак за тебе нема да гласам.
Вечна опозиција, моја дефиниција,
Не ве сакам вас ни вашата транзиција.
Левица/десница зад грбот наш работи,
Душата ја сквернави на сите работници.
Tајната полиција проба да ме најде,
Но некако им избегав.
А кога ќе ме најдат,јас едно ќе им кажам,
И после ко куче ќе бидам застрелан.
Затоа слободно пукајте,
Нема да бидам наоружен.
Слободно пукајте ,
Со овие акорди ви возвраќам.
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DEAR PRIME MINISTER
Dear Prime Minister I’ll tell you one thing,
I’ll not vote for you,
Try to intimidate me, try to imprison me,
Albeit I’ll not vote for you.
Eternal opposition, my definition,
I don’t like you nor your transition.
Left / right works behind our back,
Desecrates the soul of all workers.
The secret police tried to find me,
But somehow I escaped.
And when they’ll catch me, I’ll tell them one thing,
And then like a dog I’ll be shot.
Therefore freely shoot,
I’ll not be armed.
Freely shoot,
With these chords I shoot back.
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18. |
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Contact Will Tun and the Wasters via https://willtunandthewasters1.bandcamp.com
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