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Atari Teenage Riot - Black Flags
Are you ready to testify ?
Are you ready to testify?
Black flags
Are you ready to testify?
You got 2 seconds
Are you ready to testify!!! come on!
There’s a unified axis of government
And corporate power
Lawless and unrestrained
That’s what we should talk about
Corporations exploit the power of the state
To further enhance their power
And the real criminals get away
Are you ready to testify ?
Are you ready to testify?
Black flags
Are you ready to testify?
You got 2 seconds
Are you ready to testify!!! come on!
Try to threat the system
You’ll have the full weight of law
Come crashing down upon you
So you don’t resist
Surveillance, goons
Force us to be silent
They kill the careers of journalists
So noone can resist
My flow, it sputters like they shut off my water
I got the sheriff after me for what i said bout obama
My flag is red like a period
Comma
I’m a piranha
Just like every one of y’all
Let’s take that shark to the slaughter
And here we gotta beat bouncin’ more than last months rent check
The boss walkin’ walll street with a pimp step
People of whoville!
We need to slit the grinch’s neck
We low paid prostitutes with no fishnets
Ash-sha`b yurid isqat an-nizam
Tell homeland security we are the bomb
Inform the house staff the mob’s on the lawn
And it aint no soiree
Il ne c’est pas bon
They call this black flags
But i’m not an anarchist
I’m on some sickle/hammer shit
Collective bruce banner shit
Over a piano pitch
Cock and let the hammer hit
We’re here collecting damages
And handing knuckle sandwiches
There’s a class war going on
And it’s the rich who are waging it!
They try to destroy anyone who is a threat to their power
Playing for keeps - they want it all!
Do you want it all?
Are you ready to testify ?
Are you ready to testify?
Black flags
Are you ready to testify?
You got 2 seconds
Are you ready to testify!!! come on! -
(via skafunkrastapunk)
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The Stalin - 解剖室
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CNT always in the streets. May 1, Madrid
Music: La rage- Kenny Arkana
Ok, we’ve got the rage, and Im not talking about rabies.
Ask Fab, life is cliciking like our heels on the cobbles.
The rage to see our goals being blocked, the rage to live across.
The rage that is ingrained since long ago.
The rage for having grown too fast,
when adults have stolen your childhood.
BAM! Imagine a racing car and a wall…
The rage, for impossible is this so much desired peace.
The rage, to see all those armed MDP’s in our streets.
The rage, to see this fucking world in self-destruction,
With innocent people always at the center of fires.
The rage, for it’s MAN who built each wall,
who has locked himself in concrete, is he afraid of nature?
The rage, for he’s forgotten that he belongs to nature.
And it’s a deep disharmony, to which world did the dove fly?
The rage, to be lashed at by society’s norms.
At the rage, the rage for having the rage since we were a child.
Because we’ve got the rage.
We’ll stand up, no matter what happens.
The rage.
To go through, to the end where life drives usBecause we’ve got the rage.
We’ll neither shut up, nor sit down, for now we’ll be ready.
Because we’ve got the rage, the heart and faith.
Because we’ve got the rage.
We’ll stand up, no matter what happens.
The rage.
To go through, to the end where life drives us
Because we’ve got the rage.Nothing could stop us,
insubordinate, wise dissident, humanist, or rebel.
The Rage
For we choose nothing and always submitAnd as their choices are shaky,
the whole balance sods off.
The rage,
for the irreparable has been piling up for a long time.
The Rage because:
what do we wait for standing up and kicking up a fuss?
The rage,
it is all that is left to us anyway, all that is left.
The rage,
how many of us will end up betraying?The will to live, and to live the present moment, to choose our future,
free and free of their oppression plans.
The rage,
for its a bloody mess that everyone sticks to,
and for their GMO fields sterilize the earth.The rage, for one day we break up the chain.
The rage, for too many people think that TV tells the truth.
The rage, for this world does not suit us.
but does feed us with false dreams and true ramparts
The rage, for this world does not fit us.
And Babylon grows fat and starves us to death.Because we’ve got the rage.
We’ll stand up, no matter what happens.
The rage.
To go through, to the end where life drives us
Because we’ve got the rage.
We’ll neither shut up, nor sit down, for now we’ll be ready.
Because we’ve got the rage, the heart and faith.
Because we’ve got the rage.
We’ll stand up, no matter what happens.The rage.
To go through, to the end where life drives us
Because we’ve got the rage.Nothing could stop us,
insubbordinate, wise dissident, humanist, or rebel.
The Rage,
to keep the faith and try to moveThe rage, in front of a Chirac, a Sharon, a Blair or a Bush
The rage, because the world looks at life through red-tinted glasses,
but takes a black view of things,
and because they hear the cries when it bleeds.
The Rage, for it’s worst that we skim.The rage, for the western world still wears it’s colonial dress.
The rage, because the evil strikes too much.
And the ancestral knowledge is not updated anymore.
The rage, too much lies and hidden secrets,
the elites of our rich of truths states could change mankind.
The rage, for they do not want it to change, hey?
The prefer handling the power and handling us as their tools.
The rage, for we believe in angles and decided to march with them.
The rage, for my remarks are disturbing.Watch at the peoples’ rage, seething with unrest from every corner of the world.
The rage, yeah the rage, or the revolution’s essence?Because we’ve got the rage.
We’ll stand up, no matter what happens.
The rage.
To go through, to the end where life drives us
Because we’ve got the rage.
We’ll neither shut up, nor sit down, for now we’ll be ready.
Because we’ve got the rage, the heart and faith.
Because we’ve got the rage.We’ll stand up, no matter what happens.
The rage.
To go through, to the end where life drives us
Because we’ve got the rage.Nothing could stop us.
insubordinate, wise dissident, humanist, or rebel.
The Rage,Because we’ve got the rage.
We’ll stand up, no matter what happens.
The rage.
To go through, to the end where life drives us
Because we’ve got the rage.
We’ll neither shut up, nor sit down, for now we’ll be ready.
Because we’ve got the rage, the heart and faith.Because we’ve got the rage.
We’ll stand up, no matter what happens.
The rage.
To go through, to the end where life drives us
Because we’ve got the rage.
Nothing could stop us.
insubordinate, wise dissident, humanist, or rebel.
Anti-Capitalist, alter-mondialist,
or you who searches truth about this world,
Tomorrow’s resistance, inch’allah
on the eve of worldwide and spiritual revolution,
The rage of the people, the rage of the people[Spanish] La rabia del pueblo
Because we’ve got the rage, the one that will make your norms tremble
Because we’ve got the rage, the rage has over-come the rabble, and the rage is huge. -
“On May 9th 1991, 24-year-old poet and singer Yana Stanislavovna Dyagileva (Яна Станиславовна Дягилева,) known as Yanka (Янка) left her Novosibirsk country home, never to be seen again. Yanka was Russia’s own Patti Smith, her delivery thoughtful and message sharp. On May 17th her body was found in the Inya River. Her death officially remains a mystery – although there was apparently no water in her lungs and a fractured skull. The fact that she was married to the singer from Yegor Letov may not have helped. Her record sales have grown since her death.”
(via anarchistpeopleofcolor)
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Dicks | Bourgeois Fascist Pigç
You’re the man that makes my life a drag
And you’re the one who gives the world it’s snags
You’re the one who gives me the will to live
You’re the one who gives me the will to kill
You bourgeois Pig
You fuckin’ Pig
Everyday I see you on the job
And everyday I think you’re a fuckin’ slob
I’ll get a gun, I got a knife
You mutherfucker, gonna take your life
You bourgeois Pig
You fuckin’ Pig
I wanna see you on your knees begging
I wanna see your little kids beheaded
You get a gun, I got a knife
You mutherfucker, I’m gonna take your life
You bourgeois Pig
You fuckin’ Pig
You’re gonna die
You’re gonna die
You mutherfucker, no one will cry -
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We will laugh the day that Thatcher dies,
Even though we know it’s not right,
We will dance and sing all night.I was blind in 1979, by ‘82 I had clues,
By 1986 I was mad as hell.The teachers at school, they took us for fools,
They never taught us what to do,
But Christ we were strong, we knew all along,
We taught ourselves the right from wrong.And the punk rock kids, and the techno kids,
No, it’s not their fault.
And the hip hop boys and heavy metal girls,
No, it’s not their fault.It was love, but Tories don’t know what that means,
She was Michelle Cox from the lower stream,
She wore high-heeled shoes while the rest wore flat soles.And the playground taught her how to be cruel,
I talked politics and she called me a fool,
She wrapped her ankle chain round my left wing heart.Ding dong, the witch is dead, which old witch?
The wicked witch.
Ding dong, the wicked witch is dead.Hefner: The Day That Thatcher Dies
