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Saying: Please
00:38
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Revolt!
04:22
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When I was young
This isn't a joke
a fortuneteller told me
I will always be alone.
You will find power in it
like the wretched of the earth
No way to get around it
Straight arrow from your birth
But now i'm finally older
and I know that it's a lie
There's no power without numbers
get on out and occupy!
from the cradle to the graveyard
Like stray dogs in the heat
If we took care of each other
A black cat would take the street
From the cradle to the graveyard
It's a choice we have to make
We either care about each other
Or we give away our fate.
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3. |
Ariana
02:49
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Forgive me for this transgression
but this is a sin I did not create
your take on life is as short-sighted
as I wish my take on fate.
While we struggled with a future
you dove into the abyss
of youth and love and persecution
there was nothing you would miss
A little death can cut through so much
effort and through regret
Wilting embers signaled treason
you had thought of time as set
There are rarely enough reasons
why you and I should ever meet
there were always better prisons
than to accept defeat.
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4. |
The Militant
02:24
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For 25 years we've been fighting endless wars
against a future that is never gonna come
that is never gonna let you see your children
crawling out of the sand and bleeding in the sun
for a future they were promised that they needed
understand my friends are missing and one among them
missing children, goodness gracious, so i have to know
how does it feel to have so little
and fight so hard to keep us down?
for 25 years you've been counting down the days
to the hour that you'll find your freedom
well it's not a threat unless we fight it
from the beaches to the slums on the courtyards and the patios
of the missing children, freedom is dying
to the missing soldiers, freedom is dying
and i'm one among them, freedom is dying
so i really have to know
how does it feel to have so little
and fight so hard to keep us down?
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5. |
But
01:04
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6. |
Don't You Ever
06:25
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I shoulda bought you more vegetables than I ever did, it's clear
arranged into bouquets and drowning promises and fear
I shoulda done all the words that I now wanted to hear
Before all the vultures tear at us, like i did you dear
I shoulda carried your weight though the night
when forlorn you left us inside
Though I can't make you hold your head up high
Understand I'm not a reason
They said they needed someone to hang for the fire
and you know only death would make them a liar
our futures rekindled in a funeral pyre
I welcome the burden, the darkness, the ire
'cause i'll be romani, mingled in the oven
Though my lips may be empty, please take home these words
I still exist in a better suited way
I was much too brute for this brute of a world
My consciousness spreads in the wings of decay
They said they needed someone to hang for the fire
and you know only death would make them a liar
our futures rekindled in a funeral pyre
I welcome the burden, the darkness, the ire
'cause i'll be romani, mingled in the oven
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7. |
Burn
04:16
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What do we do?
What do we do now we've survived our youth?
We thought we'd burn before we'd crash
now we're alone and waiting on cash
what do we do?
What do we do now we've survived our youth?
There's nowhere to run
There's nowhere to run but where you're running from
The thrill of the hunt, the depth of unknown
The magic of change has left you buried in scorn
There's nowhere to run
There's nowhere to run but where you're running from
We were for a while
Where for a while a thing worth fighting for
We thought we'd leave before the end
We knew full well how to pretend
We where for a while
We where for a while a thing worth fighting for.
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8. |
Out!
03:31
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There's a great stillness waiting
Right across the door
Once we've done all our suffering
Great nothingness that's in store
I sort of hoped you'd be waiting for me
Hidden under the stones
But I may beat you to the punch-line
Mingle my ashes and bones
There's a great quiet outside my window
Where there's snow falling and fast
I never thought it could snow in October
Or that I was done with my past
I sort of hoped we would've gotten somewhere
Lost in a blanket of stars
Now the street's bled and we are not there
to mend and retrace the scars
If there were ever good intentions
Behind the masks and the pains
Our resolve and failure served
To strengthen the shackles and chains
I sort of hoped we'd have gotten somewhere
Before being made to part
May our wasted time be the inspiration
That forced compassion to start
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I saw with my own eyes the Sibyl of Cumae hanging in a jar, and when the boys said to her, "Sibyl, what do you want?" she replied "I want to die."
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