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Crimson Spectre + Uwharria Split (2005 - Greensboro, NC)

by Crimson Spectre, Uwharria

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We're building an army of monster elites They're hungry for blood and headed for DC We've lit the funeral pyre to wake not the dead While the decadent rich rest uneasy in their beds Nosferatu has enlisted in the raging class war He feeds upon the rich while sparing the poor Glistening fangs punish bosses for their sins Making life easier for man union men At the close of night before the rising of the sun Shadows cast will whisper "We've impaled every last one"
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This is the ballad of George Jackson Dedicated to the revolutionary youth in action One year to life isn't a sentence It's a filthy white crime George never feared the death of 1,000 cuts from the filthy white swine Seven years in solitary he met Marx, Lenin, and Mao A white guard found beaten and murdered George and three comrades on trial now Political power is the same crouching creature as revenge For both the haunted birth canal is a smoking fire arm's end August 21, 1971 The crimson stain bore the proof Though George is gone his deeds live on because the mancan't kill the truth A true servant of the people A true enemy of the man "Perfect love, perfect hate" The mantra by which we shall stand This is the ballad of George Jackson Dedicated to the revolutionary youth in action
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They dropped the planes right out of the sky And we had the nerve to ask them why Smoldering rubble there is your proof That pissed off chickens come home to roost Home to roost, Home to roost Pissed off chickens come home to roost They say the economy needs a boost But pissed off chickens come home to roost Those Arabs just love their neck under our boot Half a million Iraqi babes laid to rest in Old Glory's grave Old George W. will hang from a noose when pissed off chickens come home too roost They say the economy needs a boost Those Arabs just love their neck under our boot Halliburton is making off with all the loot But pissed off chickens come home to roost
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Is there ought we hold in common with a greedy parasite who would lash us into serfdom and crush us with his might? Is there anything left to us but to organize and fight? They don't expect much from us just look where we come from They think they've won but we made the world turn Never be ashamed of what you never had Boot-strapism has failed us Not the other way around There's a trailer park broken down on the edge of town This is a fight song for those that share my flesh "When I rise it will not be from the ranks when I rise it will be with the ranks"
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Liberty! Fraternity! Equality! We've got our own answer to your cuts in the social safety net "Laissez le bon temp rouler!" Along with the heads of the rich Je m'appelle fucking pissed Je suis a clenched fucking fist Guillotines work best when we say "Union Yes!" Our comrades of the commune Broke the chains which bound France When some rich fuckers' heads Rolled into a basket We should learn a fucking lesson Listen to fucking reason Procure a union made guillotine and declare it rich bastard hunting season
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I'm a prodigal son of the working class Raised on W.I.C., free lunch, and food stamps Voit sneakers and crooked teeth hand-me-downs and domestic grief Grew up huffing gas in the trailer park Now I'm a mean motherfucking student of Marx Raining funky wicked thrash on the bourgeois and counting the day till we hit the streets It won't be the privileged few at the head of the march It'll be the ghetto, barrio, trailer park Ghetto Barrio Trailer park I've spent my time on the picket line and my union dues have been worth every dime I've got straight A's in conflict studies From blue collar university Two stick
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They beat the fascist drums of war for 900 days outside your front door But death's head didn't deal it's last blow 'Cos Death is afraid of Leningrad, you know Their aim, to crush you Leave nothing left Faced with starving winters and fascist squads of death Your resignation Never did fold Forever brave Forever bold Leningrad is not afraid of Death
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They're moving father's grave to build a sewer They're moving him regardless of expense Now what is the use of having a religion if when you're dead your troubles never cease? If some rich city chap wants a pipeline to his crap They'll never let a workman rest in peace Now in his lifetime Father was no quitter I'm sure that he'll be no quitter now 'cos in his ghostly sheet He'll haunt their porcelain seat and only let them go when he'll allow Now won't there be some fucking constipation? And won't these stupid yuppies rant and rave? But it's more than they deserve For having the fucking nerve to fuck around with some poor worker's grave
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Crimson Spectre and Uwharria were a group of good friends who all played music together in Greensboro, NC in the early 00's. At the time of this recording Brian Tipa played drums in both bands. The two bands traveled to Athens, GA together one weekend during a short run of shows and ended up making enough money to fund the trip by using their van as an illegal taxi for a few hours on the night of a UGA football game. Most of the passengers didn't mind that there was a drum kit in the back seat and punk rock playing on the stereo.

Crimson Spectre haunted Greensboro, NC 2000-2007.
Crimson Spectre never stopped believing in the power of rebel music or revolutionary dreams. The undead proletarian masses destroying their former masters in a blood-spattered zombie uprising.

Uwharria were North Carolina's own eco-thrash crossover warriors with songs about the environmental issues and animal rights. Members also played in Naked Angels, Blownapart Bastards, Divide & Conquer, RentAmerica, FaceDownInShit, Oi Polloi, and the Heebie Geebies. Uwharria thrashed for the Earth from 1999-2005.

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released April 11, 2005

CRIMSON SPECTRE:
Crimson Chris - guitar
Rash - bass
Toxic Scott - guitar
Tipa - drums
Dave Spectre - vocals / lyrics

UWHARRIA:
Rick - vocals
Brian Tipa - drums
Nate Tarr - guitar
Chris Newsom - guitar
Brendan Gannon - bass

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