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All in all I guess that I can’t say that I’m alone
But in this place all of my friends are just as scared as me
Of this fucked up broken blacked out city
In a fucked up broken blacked out world
I can’t ever seem to look away
We’ve got twelve years til there’s no chance
And every day feels shorter
And the world’s a fire slowly burning towards each of our homes
And inside some wait patiently
Some just look away
No one wants to talk about the ashes we all become one day
We say that we carry a new world in our hearts but if I’m being honest all I have inside is fear
They say that the seeds are growing all around us
But when I look around
All that I see is barren land
They say that when the time comes
We will all take up arms against the State
And we will all be born anew
But when I’m looking at you across the room
I got a funny feeling that you’re scared and I am too
I live in fear for the next 50 years
All the forests that I know will catch fire
And the towns that will flood
For the nations far away from us
Living under occupation
That we don’t have the guns to stop
We can’t even keep our friends from going hungry or sleeping in the cold
How can we ever be what this world needs for us to be
When all we want
Seems so far away
We say that we carry a new world in our hearts but if I’m being honest all I have inside is fear
They say that the seeds are growing all around us
But when I look around
All that I see is barren land
They say that when the time comes
We will all take up arms against the State
And we will all be born anew
But when I’m looking at you across the room
I got a funny feeling that you’re scared and I am too
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Well they say I gotta habit
That I'm just a drug addict
And I'll never be nothing more
Well they can just have it
I don't care if I'm damaged
Honestly I just think I'm bored
And alcohol is just a flavour
That I wanna try and savour
Every second that I'm on tour
I'm gonna do what I want
I don't care if it's not
What you want anymore
So now I'm drinkin' Coca-Cola
With some whiskey and a soda
I've been sippin' since 10am
And every morning I wake up
I just wanna give up
But I guess I gotta deal with it
Oh my god, it's like
BOO-FUCKING-HOO
It's just all about you
And man you're so sensitive
And do you really think that I
Wanna be that guy
That dies without any friends
But don't go so sentimental now
I've got my whole life to figure it out
I'm gettin' older and I'm freakin' out
'Cos I got nothing to show
And I'm still fucking broke
But I got bad habits
Yeah they're my bad habits
And all I got are bad habits
But they're my bad habits
And now I'm one week sober
And I'm still hungover
And maybe I should take a break
And I think I need help
'Cos I'm playing with myself
At least three times a day
And what's the big-fuckin-deal
If I don't wanna feel
But I got some reservations about rehabilitation
'Cos I drink 'til I'm mad
And I love being sad
OH MY GOD I'M BECOMING MY DAD
I got bad habits
Yeah they're my bad habits
And all I got are bad habits
But they're my bad habits
And all I got are bad habits
But they're my bad habits
And all I want are bad habits
Yeah my bad habits...
Every second that
Every second that
I wanna try and
I don't care if it's not care if it's not
I wanna try and
I wanna try and
I wanna try and
I wanna try and
I don't care if it's not
I don't care if it's not
I don't care if it's not
I don't care if it's not
I don't care if it's not
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What They Are Not
03:32
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Think of all my good intentions
Line em’ up to scale
Against the energy I spend
How often have I failed?
And these thoughts they burrow deep
Inside my head and I can’t sleep at night
What substance is there left of life
If not to raise our fists and fight?
Fighting who on what fronts?
And what comrades to trust?
And what days are for work?
And what nights are for
Drunken talks with all your friends about the means and to what ends?
In alleyways we coexist
Will we write our manifestos with clenched
Fists into the dirt
Like that from which we came and will return
Or will we find our ashes trapped inside some urn?
Cause there will surely come a day
When our choices aren’t ours no more
Whether ashes in some urn
Or another comrade locked up behind
Bars no more I beg of you
And not another word but revolution from my mouth tonight
And not another feeling but contempt for those who hold the keys
To cages filled with rage
Those who’ve read our books and stories know
That we will turn the page
And start again
And so we can’t with good intentions be fulfilled
And we’ll find meaning when we tear this down with something to rebuild and we know
We’ve had a long ride through a dark night
And it’s coming up on dawn
And if it should be dark forever
Let the morning prove them wrong (x4)
What can be
What ought to be
The time and space we need to occupy collectively
The communities
The histories
The knowledge to avoid trajectories that end in tragedies
The looming threat
Of their best shot
Our only real advantage is we are what they are not
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4. |
Shake
01:43
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Say what you will about your life
And why it has to be this way
Say what you want about my time
And how I choose to spend my days
Fill your mouth with words that make you feel a little bit stronger
I'm not saying you should jump in the river
But the river's still a river for a little bit longer
These shallow pools along the shore don't satisfy me anymore
I crave the depths of something dark and deep that shakes me to my core
And it's a fact that swimming deep can land you dead
But in this body I've been trying to shake the brain out of my head
For too long
Well I guess I know why I came here but I don't know why I stayed
It don't matter where I find myself upon this land
I know that I will always find a way to misbehave
They say the state patrol
ain't got no soul
And while I'd be inclined to agree
When those boys in blue come knocking
I'll be waiting with my shotgun
Cause there ain't much of a soul inside of me
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Alley First! Olympia, Washington
Transgendered anarcho-something-or-other from Olympia, WA. Fight like hell.
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