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Shit Just Got Real, Son
01:08
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Shit Just Got Real, Son
This is not a test, it’s a wakeup call
A bucket of cold water in the face
Time to stand up and deliver
This is not a test, this is serious
We’re standing on the edge of a precipice
And excuses are all useless, ‘cause this is not a test
And I know it won’t be easy, and I know it isn’t fair
But I’ll play the hand that’s dealt me ‘cause the buck stops here
This is not a test, don’t lay there drenched in cold reality
Time to stand and to deliver
This is not a test, this is not a test.
There’s no place left to kick the can to
And it’s obvious that it’s up to us
This is not a test.
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Not Me
02:58
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Not Me
And so we’ll sing, sing ourselves to sleep
Secure in the belief
That you have all the answers
I was raised on white suburbian mythology
Of rising tides and lifting boats and opportunity
Pretty soon I realized that I’d been told a lie
And moneyed corporate interests were robbing us all blind
Still so many 99s refuse to pay attention
Content to let their lullabies lull them into submission
And so you’ll sing, sing yourselves to sleep
Secure in the belief, that you have all the answers
And you’ll suspend, suspend your disbelief
And you will soundly sleep, untroubled by the answers
The answers aren’t easy but the problem’s all too clear
And we will keep on shouting ‘til you listen, ‘til you hear
You can lead a horse to water, but you cannot make him drink
And you can lead a man to knowledge, but you cannot make him think
Do you still believe the system works for you and me? Not Me!
And who here still believes the rule of law applies equally? Not Me!
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Looking For A War
03:33
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Looking For a War (adapted from WB Yeats)
I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above
Those I fight, I do not hate, those I guard I do not love
And if you’re looking for a war, boy you’ve found it
And if you’re looking for a fight, boy you’ve got one now
And has this impulse of delight been driven from your head by
All you’ve seen and done?
Nor Law nor duty bade you fight
(I balanced all brought all to mind)
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds
(I balanced all brought all to mind)
A lonely impulse of delight, brought to this tumult in the clouds
The years to come seem waste of breath
A waste of breath the years behind
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Nonviolence Is A Luxury
02:24
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Nonviolence is a Luxury
I see those fists raised up from the suburbs to the ghetto
I feel that pressure coming up like a boiling kettle
But if you think that the powers that be are gonna go quietly
Then you better wise up our you’re gonna end up another casualty
Rise up, There’s gonna be trouble.
Save up, ‘cause we gotta pay the devil
Wise up, are you ready and able to defend what’s yours when the chips are on the table?
When they come for ya how ya gonna come?
With your hands on your head or the trigger of your gun?
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Organize the Committee (For Public Safety)
Wake up, to this burning in my bed.
I used the water when I should have used the gasoline instead.
It gets me nowhere, it gets me nowhere
Wake up, with those demons in my head
You’re not that great, give up, you may as well do something else instead
It gets me nowhere, it gets me nowhere
And every day I’ll beat my head against this wall
It gets me nowhere, it gets me nowhere
The glacial pace of everything just leaves me cold
And gets me nowhere, it gets me nowhere
Wake up to this burning in your beds!
Will you douse the fire or add your mattress to the barricades instead?
Where does this leave us? No choice at all!
Rage fed, by the injustice of it all.
Princes are paupers and the greatest thieves among us still walk tall
What does this leave us? No choice at all!
And everyday we’ll beat our heads against this wall
It gets us nowhere, it gets us nowhere
The glacial pace of everything just leaves us cold
And gets us nowhere, it gets us nowhere
But we’ll push through
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Seantonamo's Lament
03:26
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Seantanamo’s Lament
Through these defeats, and end we seek
It never comes
And all we see is bankruptcy and broken bodies
And what matters most, is what’s perceived
We have sold our souls for “victory”
Stubborn pride on this fool’s errand
As history’s lessons go unheeded
So we’ll march past the bones of those who marched before
There’s no need for apology when you carry the biggest stick and walk loudly
But with narrowed eyes and colder hearts they remember everything
There is no apologies
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