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Porn on my computer
Cold beer inside the fridge
The superbowl distracts me
As I take another swig
Lyin' in the chatroom
Identity in flux
Standin' at the ATM
Pin numbers and a hundred bucks
City lights behind me
On the road to another place
I really only wanna make music
With my friends in outer space
There are wars going on around me
I don't know what to do
They're abolishing civil liberties
And our right to choose
Song is my distraction
Song is my distraction
Spoons to the pan and a bucket to beat
Were all gathered 'round
Dancin' in the street
Economy is crumbling
The kids are rising up
The war machine is rumbling
Dismantle and disrupt it
My skin is what surrounds me
And the outsides pushing in
And the insides pressing out
Stiff like a mannequin
Strike up a pot of coffee
Once again my friend
Tonight, we're gonna stay up
And watch the war begin (or end)
Found a new lover
And her name is peace
And she birthed more babies
Than there are police
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hftpp:\\
03:14
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we're the ballot, we're the bullet
we're the artist and the poet
we're the cracker, we're the cheese
we're the boogers on our sleeves
we're the pallette, we're the mullet
we're obtuse and we know it
we're the friction, we're the pleas
we're hippies huggin' trees
hippiefaggottraitorpeacepussies
we're the fashion, we're the victim
we're passed out in the system
we're the numbers, we're the code
we're graffiti on the road
we're the noise, we're the rhythm
we're the hits when you get em'
we're the bricks, we're the snow
we're configured to explode
hippiefaggottraitorpeacepussies
i am you and you are me
tuned into the frequency
we're the cow, we're the pleather
we're an anthrax letter
we is she as she is he
as he is me, as we are we
we're the wind, we're the feather
the weather is nice
and we are all together
hippiefaggottraitorpeacepussies
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the great train robbery
02:07
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slow it down
02:23
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Woke up this morning
And cleared my eyes
Thought we found nirvana
Then I realized
Nothing had changed
It was all the same
President's fault
We're not to blame
Well Mr. President
That's insane
Pull your own strings
And use your own brain
It's a shame the way
Y'use (you use) pain to gain fame
Shake the money tree
For democracy
Jails, prisons, bombs
And the military
Say what you mean
Don't mean what you said
Your fightin' words
Are infecting my head
Well Mr. Bomb Maker
That's insane
Pull your own strings
And use your own brain
It's a shame the way
Y'use (you use) blame to make gains.
And fear.......
Our country's got the money
And the weapons to prove
They are the threat
Now everybody lose
People in the streets
All across the town
Take the power back
And slow it down
Slow it Down, Slow it Down, Slow it down, Slow it down
Never been a better time
To fight, now
Represent dissent
Right now
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get down on your knees
03:56
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I’m marching down to DC
With a camera in my hand
One foot loosely planted
The other is about to land
Projecting on the landscape
Reflection of corporate power
A man dressed like an eagle
Holding pixilated dollars
Genetically modified goonsquads
Piss on the book of law
Out behind the Bush’s
In the name of shock and awe
Pointing with his oily finger
His pigs they run to play
Trampling civilians
That have too much to say
(we have too much to say)
We reach out to stop them
Our numbers don’t stop the hogs
Roosters peckin’ eyeballs
We’re running from the dogs
No matter how clear we speak
They just do not care
Pretending to secure the peace
While projecting fear
I tried to explain my position
My words could not penetrate
Those cellophane exteriors
Or the shields on their face
With fists gripped on sticks
They’re swinging for the fence
The great American pastime
Power and violence
(maintaining dominance)
the projection of a landscape
dissipates to a burning haze
it seeps off the screen
and floats off the stage
floating to the sidelines
to the comfort of our drones
securing the homeland
with bugs on our phones
I saw uncle Sam and Tom Ridge
Just the other night
Courting in the bit-stream
Feeding their appetite
Eating apples and our freedoms
Anything they please
Civil liberties are just a gift
so get down on your knees
(down on your knees)
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the post-human future
02:58
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fightin' to win
02:57
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can't stop the power of the people
cause the power of the people don't stop
this ain't '68, it's 2002
different things in the world that we need to do
it's 2003, and we're at it again
gonna keep on movin'
cause we're fightin' to win
it's 2004
and it's time to escape
time to explore
get out of our place
there's love to be made
they want to use hate
they want us to flake
and stay in our place
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someday, we're gonna find a way to get together
i say, we gotta stand up and move together
anyday, can you come out and play with me?
everyday, will you come out and play with me?
when the weather is nice
when the weather is poor
we've got to figure out
what we're put here for
got to get out, got to look within
got to reach now and share some skin
if we're in the park or in the store
got to maintain that we're anti-war
what's so funny about peace and love
what's the problem with peace and love
someday, we're gonna find a way to get together
i say, we gotta stand up and move together
anyday, can you come out and play with me?
everyday, will you come out and play with me?
maybe we could build community
and elevate our industry
rely a little less on the military
educate ourselves and be set free
take care of the kids and the elderly
time to make the world
what it needs to be
what's it need to be?
what's so funny about peace and love
what's the problem with peace and love
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terrorismpanopticon
02:31
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Based on the poem "After a Walk"
by Federico Garcia Lorca
Cut down by the sky.
Between shapes moving toward the serpent
and crystal-craving shapes,
I´ll let my hair grow.
With the amputated tree that doesn´t sing
and the child with the blank face of an egg.
With the little animals whose skulls are cracked
and the water, dressed in rags, but with dry feet.
With all the bone-tired, deaf-and-dumb things
and a butterfly drowned in the inkwell.
Bumping into my own face, different each day.
Cut down by the sky!
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we want to live
02:50
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laa di daa di
no political parties
just the kind
where we move our bodies
we're a couple of artists
from around the block
we want to live
we came to rock
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art and protest
01:38
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movement
02:21
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Wish we were in Amsterdam
At the global village
Drifting through the streets at night
At home we would be villains
Wish we were in Amsterdam
Riding on a bike
With bakery in our hands
The smartshop's in our sight
Chorus:
The freedom that we feel over there
Is real and not imagined
It could work over here
Let's go make it happen
Chorus:
The freedom that we felt over there
Sometimes it's imagined
If we did that over here
The cops would come a crashin'
Wish we were in the Netherlands
At the Cobra museum
Looking at the artifacts
I think you should see 'em
Wish we were in Amsterdam
But it's a state of mind
If you'd like to see that here
Let's do it in our time
Chorus:
The freedom that we feel over there
Is real and not imagined
It could work over here
Let's go make it happen
Chorus:
Let's do it in our time
Let's do it in our time
Let's do it in our time
Let's do it in our time
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untitled
01:41
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18. |
end war
04:10
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postfixE Lemont, Illinois
In the early 90's we started making recordings on a 4track tape recorder using instruments we found in the garbage & at garage sales. We were responding to our environment by taking solace in the practice of recording. Theory was largely disregarded for an experimental approach to producing musical collage soundscapes. Our live performances are more like guerilla theater than rock-n-roll. cheers. ... more
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