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Strength of Ten Men
01:17
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She sobs over the phone
And tells me she is not strong
And she is tired of feeling so alone
I'm climbing the walls she said
And shouldn't my baby see her dad?
I just want to do what is right
Jessica and I sit and talk
And the tears run down her face
Another single mom with the strength of ten men
Another shiftless father hung by malaise.
And the cacophony of squeals
They come from the right
And Jessica tucks her baby in with a kiss every night
And I can remember when my mom did the same
While demagogues like Dr. Laura want to lay them with blame
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Ode to Jesus Colon
02:07
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Jesus Colon
skin of my skin
bone of my bone
your lessons with us do remain
in our shattered hearts
and troubled brains
"Arise ye prisoners of starvation
arise ye wretched of the earth
for justice thunders condemnation
a new world is in rebirth
No more tradition's chains shall bind us
arise ye slaves no more in thrall
the earth shall rise on new foundations
we have been naught
we shall be all"
"I will not say it will happen tomorrow
in these United States
but the workers ask themselves collectively
for whom all this toil and for what?
And the collective answer will be heard around the world"
"The shot heard 'round the world
'Tis the final conflict
let each stand in place
the International Working Class shall be the human race"
Arriba los pobres del mundo
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Red Standard
01:21
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The world is held hostage
By a prison of stars and bars
Lifetimes lived out in poverty, misery, and war
Suckled in the world cradle of privilege
It's time to bite the hand that feeds
They give us what we want
It's time to take what we need
So unfurl the Red Standard
Sharpen the pikes
Towards our destiny we march tonight
A homegrown Texan El Duche's
Financial backers are calling the shots
As their profits rise
Bombs will drop
And their trade deals
Wring every drop of blood from the poor
And it's long past time we wage a different kind of war
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I know a Jewish comrade
A red diaper baby
Who wasn't the first generation
To fight The Good Fight
He can still cry when he talks about Lenin
He can still weep for the heroic Palestinians
Take the Albatross from my neck
This bird represents more than the deceased
Twenty-Three years is a Dante's eternity
When you're systematically kicked in the teeth
It's been seven long months since Grandad's death
That is seven endless months holding my breath
And it's hard to fight for liberty
When a broken heart politically paralyzes me
His hope is rising
In direct proportion to my grief
He's planning for the victory
And I've already accepted the defeat
Could I be as strong as Bobby Sands?
Or as noble as Crystal Lee Sutton?
Could I really die for The Cause?
Take a hot one like Li'l Bobby Hutton?
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Ghoul Punks
01:31
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There is a Spectre haunting capitalism
In its last and dying phase
It's a nightmare on Wall St
We'll take a pint of blood for every dollar they have made
It's not just the policy
Of a few evil men
It's a blood soaked system
And our dead cry out for revenge
Their secret trade deals choke the earth
But, comrades, witness the rebirth
Vengeance brewing in our minds
A Crimson Spectre shall cleanse the times
As Lenin lies still preserved
A listless sleep
Though much deserved
The bourgeoisie, their time grows nigh
A Crimson Spectre is on the rise
They bore very class that will dig their own grave
Jason masks and Marxist tracts
Hammers and sickles for the children of the corn
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Family Tree of Regret
01:51
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Born an Irish-Catholic to a housewife
And a battle hardened vet
At 17 she ended her young life
I wonder about her regrets
Her child condemned here to service jobs putting up
With arrogant management
He never knew about the difficulties
I know about his regrets
The estranged father never offered
The unwanted a first chance
Doctor bills and birthdays left askance
I wonder about his regrets
Family tree of regret
Mistakes you won't soon forget
The new step-father only offered
Blackened eyes and broken hearts
And days that fucking end in court
I don't care about his regrets
My mother deserves better than this;
The forgotten son, or the closed fist
Two choices that aren't choices at all
Pick yourself up and walk away
Dust off the bruises and capture today
You're a beautiful person
In spite of what has been thrown on you
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7. |
Masque of the Red Death
01:43
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Austerity comes at our expense
While trickle down theory came and went
And the only thing that trickled down
Was shit and piss
We're not prosperity bound
There is something about boot-strapism
That fails to address the inherent division
Of capital and labor and their historic opposition
This motherfucker has never been anything
But a playground for the rich
And I'd like to live to see the day when they're all lined up
Face down
In a ditch
Yet, my streets are never as hard as occupied Palestine
Or the Afghan countryside
Pockmarked by imperial land mines
But someday friends
We'll march in the streets
We'll inherent the earth but we won't be the meek
The Masque of the Red Death, it will creep
And The Masque of the Red Death, it will crawl
And those who once thought they were great
They will fucking fall
They will fucking fall
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Broken bottles are shattered, bloody, sharp
Just like broken dreams
The jagged foundations of a rich man's paradise
Are splitting at the seams
Quietly we'll dig a shallow grave
Using the finest silver shovel
Crafted from all the silver spoons
Stolen from every "third world" hovel
This one screams your name Rich Man
This one screams for you
Let us lay rumor to rest
Does your blood run blue?
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I'm so tired of screaming songs
About things that destroy our lives
I want to scream about Rachel Corrie's courage
And no compromise
And the steadfast determination to reclaim our lives
I want to scream about my friend Lenny
Taking his dignity everyday to work
They traded him asbestosis for retirement
I want to scream about Urbano
He didn't die in vain
Not in my home state
'cos dignity and bread for immigrant farmworkers
Just can't wait
They will not fucking win
We propel this history
We're sick to death of their misery
They will not fucking win
"Small art and love and beauty
Our drudging spirits knew'
Yes, it's bread we fight for
But we fight for roses, too"
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White Trash Manifesto
01:24
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I've wanted to scream this for so long
There is no shame in the trailer park
Or white bread, or government cheese
There is no shame on the victims of poverty
It will be
A great day
Trailer park, ghetto, barrio
UNITE!
We'll tear this fucker down
And make it work for us
Then those of humble beginnings
Will control the earth
It will be
A great day
Trailer park, ghetto, barrio
UNITE!
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11. |
The Ghosts of Long Kesh
02:06
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All the workers stood in silence
At the thought of a man who died
We heard the news this morning
And down the tools by our side
We marched in silent anger
We made our last protest
As the final hunger striker
Of Long Kesh met his death
The ghosts of ten brave men haunt Long Kesh Prison tonight
Their gaunt features tell the tale
Of 800 years beyond the Pale
Emaciated figures tell the story
Of British imperialism in all its glory
Men who died as they lived
Men that Maggie Thatcher killed
Imperialism killed
Our day will come
Our greatest revenge will be the laughter of our children
Tiochfadh Ar La
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Mr. Iskra died today
A murder of crows flew over
And we carried him off to a shallow grave,
Unmarked,
And on the edge of town
Not a flower or tree for miles around.
I talked to him before he died.
He said he couldn't stand the look in his own eyes
He said he couldn't stand the taste in his mouth
He couldn't stand the rise and fall of his chest as
He breathed in and out
Misery loves company
But obviously you haven't met me
The nights were dark,
Days were darker,
Grant me one wish and I'll live no longer,
A lonely wish,
A lonely kiss,
Instead of sweet lips I met a lonely fist
I'll paint classic portraits with pools of my own blood,
Sculpt Grecian sculptures from poverty and bone.
I'm broken on a bended knee,
Crippled under misery,
Bleeding eyes and broken teeth,
Bleeding eyes a broken me.
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13. |
Crimson Spectre
02:17
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There is a Spectre haunting capitalism
In its last and dying phase
It's a nightmare on Wall St
We'll take a pint of blood for every dollar they have made
It's not just the policy
Of a few evil men
It's a blood soaked system
And our dead cry out for revenge
Their secret trade deals choke the earth
But, comrades, witness the rebirth
Vengeance brewing in our minds
A Crimson Spectre shall cleanse the times
As Lenin lies still preserved
A listless sleep
Though much deserved
The bourgeoisie, their time grows nigh
A Crimson Spectre is on the rise
They bore very class that will dig their own grave
Jason masks and Marxist tracts
Hammers and sickles for the children of the corn
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