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Emma Goldman Slurs
03:56
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The shoulder of this interstate is the only road I know
A fist and a thumb out is the only signal shown
I've walked this road a thousand years, I'll walk a million more
I thought this was revolution, but I forgot what I'm fighting for
I'd tell you that I'm free, But I know I would be lying
If I said I knew what that really means
I know I'm heading east, And I think I might be dying
'Cause I'm bleeding where I x'd myself from society
The dirt behind these tracks is feeling close enough to home
Been waiting here so long, I don't care where they go
Now the train shows no signs of stopping far as I could tell
And if it de-rails I'll ride the 48 to hell
I'd tell you that I'm free, But I know I would be lying
If I said I knew what that really means
I know I'm heading east, And I think I might be dying
'Cause I'm bleeding where I x'd myself from society
While you're signing petitions for a legislation act
We're burning down the prisions and courthouses, yeah
While you're talking about what peacefully can be done
We're screaming "fuck the police" at the top of our lungs
'Cause spanging this corner, flying a cardboard sign
Is the same as you shouting in a picket line
And robbing a bank just to watch the money burn
Is a picture worth a thousand Emma Goldman Slurs
I'd tell you that I'm free, But I know I would be lying
If I said I knew what that really means
I know I'm heading east, And I think I might be dying
'Cause I'm bleeding where I x'd myself from society
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2. |
Where's My Cigarette?
04:05
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I'd like to take a break from hating everyone and everything
But I'm out of whiskey
So I'll sit with the boredom of which I've been wallowing
Until the oxy hits me
If I die before I wake, jesus, throw my soul away
If I wake before I die, I'll hitchike to the lake of fire
Headed that direction anyway, only place comfortable enought to stay
So won't you come with me?
No, I'm never alone, because I got me myself and I
My only friends who don't come in a fifth or a pint
If I die before I wake, jesus, throw my soul away
If I wake before I die, I'll hitchike to the lake of fire
Headed that direction anyway, only place comfortable enought to stay
So won't you come with me?
Now I'm drunk enough to forget just who you are, but I might stil consider you a friend
But with twenty nine cents in my pocket, I'll still kill you for a cigarette
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3. |
ACAB
05:28
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20 on ramps this week, a thousand pints this year
We'd make new york tomorrow if we could stop spanging for more beer
But i've been counting the miles by the holes in my boots
nearly as many as my nose but snorting was its only use
so I'll keep crushing these pills like a reflection of the days
that i spent in the corner of you're bedroom in a haze
and as it drips down my throat how i wish i could forget
all the places that ive been and the people that ive met
but a haunting memory makes us a peice of who we are
So i'll try and forget myself in the bottom of this whiskey jar
But If I can't win an internal war
then progress and revolution has never seemed so far
I had a moment of clarity when i was passed out on the floor
our hunger is our depression, intoxication is our war
but we put more holes in the system when we're lying on the ground
than all you anarcho-syndiclists when you're screaming all aloud
cause if you don't agree with the system than why work at all
Within the confines of their laws and their offices and their halls
because between your union meetings and your coffee and fax machines
there's a ballot being casted signing death over seas
And behind your backyard fence there's a uniform of blue
with handcuffs and a gun for me and maybe you
We were born into this world with the freedom to do as we please
So where your heart tells you to go is the only place you should be
Where there's a law there's no freedom only oppression of ourselves
All cops are bastards may my words wring aloud
I've never felt so alone
But what we sacrifice also makes us who we are
So i guess that makes me the tears in the bottom of my whiskey jar
But if i can't win an internal war
then progress and revolution have never seemed so far
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4. |
Easy Lies
02:06
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I find it hard to believe you find it so hard to believe
That one day, this will all come crashing down
As if what's gone up has never come down before
If It were up to me, I'd try and make you see
What Zerzan, Kropotkin, and Marx were talking about
But if you didn't listen then, I doubt you'll listen now
So when the cops move in, maybe you'll understand
Why no government can free a man
But until that day my friend, keep your head in the sand
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5. |
On This Road
04:06
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The city workers went and tore, tore down my house
I guess that's what I get for living in that bush
Homelesness is the only crime noticed in this town
So we're the only ones left for the cops to push
If you're free enough, existence becomes an act of rebellion
They just call my existence a criminal practice
Some people call this paper I got an illegal lodging ticket
I just call it paying my property taxes
This pirate tattoo means that I'm looking for treasure
I think it's buried over there in that trash
They all ask if I'm tired of eating thrown out pizza
Don't ask that question unless you've got spare cash
Cause I've been on this road for a million days
All the towns in between starting to look the same
Steal, beg, borrow is how I stay Alive
Gonna live this way til the day that I die
Probably be tomorrow
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6. |
Sing For Your Supper
06:57
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Drink when I'm hungry 'cause I'd rather be full and buzzed than full, sober, and broke
Seems the phrase in fashion is "spend it on food" when all I want is old crow and a smoke
Singing for another liquid supper tonight
Police man says that I'm a social parasite
If I'm drunk enough to drop this bottle I'm drunk enough to sleep on broken glass
Just like the glass in my back, all other scars will come to pass
Singing for another liquid supper tonight
Police man says that I'm a social parasite
And if you think I'm gonna spend this on drugs well
Well you're probably right
But before you pat your self righcheous back
Go home, take a look at your t.v's and don't forget your liquor cabinet
Now given the situation, allow me the luxery of self medication
I'll give another smile, For another brick
Through another god damn cop car window
And if you're asking why, I'll tell you to
Go ask Kelley Thomas and Mr. Douglas White
You've excepted it as truth that anarchy can't work
But is that because you move when the whistle blows
'Cause we take care of eachother now
And we'll take care of each other then
And if you're some of those who can't
You better learn before the end of this revolution
Cause I don't need my freedom stripped
For the illusion of safety
But if that's an illusion that you're stuck in
You're gonna get kicked back to reality
Singing for another liquid supper tonight
Police man says that I'm a social parasite
Singing for another liquid supper tonight
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Lately all I'm seeing is the filth in this place
Usually that'd mean me but I broke every mirror
That I could find, to try and get my mind
Off the look of hopelesness on my face
I'm not trying to preach nihilism
I'm just saying fuck all of you
If you think that this is the best we can do
Then I don't want, whatever you got to offer
Or maybe I'm insane to try and fight for change
Or just that my concept of the word
Is much different than yours
But be that as it may, I just want to live to see the day
When we could say we're free but it seems
That's something only I could get behind
So tell me why, should I fucking bother?
Maybe all that I'll believe in
Is malt liquor and whiskey
Smoking crack in this crumbling city
The drugs are doing the talking
If you gotta shot then hit me
If you got another shot then hit me
I'm starting to think that I could be content
Dying here on the sidewalk
a cardboard sign and some cigarettes
Dying like this, a filthy begger
Spanging you and your kids
Not fighting for shit or hoping for better
But will I have to do it all alone?
Thought I was in love with you, but I was in love with the drugs
So I'd regret what I said if I could recall what it was
And when I dream, you're right here with me
Dying ever so happily
But when I wake, I'm alone again
Still hating you and every last one of my friends
Maybe all that I'll believe in
Is malt liquor and whiskey
Smoking crack in this crumbling city
The drugs are doing the talking
If you gotta shot then hit me
If you got another shot then hit me
Maybe this is what I want to be
Talking at no one, hopelessly in love with my insanity
Laughing my dirty self to death
Springting in circles, hunger in stomach and chaos in head
But will I have to be it all alone?
Thought I was in love with you, but I was in love with the drugs
So I'd regret what I said if I could recall what it was
And when I dream, you're right here with me
Dying ever so happily
But when I wake, I'm alone again
Still hating you and every last one of my friends
But will I have to hate them all alone?
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8. |
Two Buck Chuck
03:25
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Give me two bucks so I can get drunk
Two dollars and a quarter for luck
Give me two bucks so I can get drunk
Two more dimes and a quarter's enough
Well two buck chuck rots in your gut like a stumbling virus
With a wine soaked mind I'll always find my bottled sustenance
Getting real sick of two dollar wine
A bottle of whiskey's starting to sound just fine
Getting real sick of two dollar wine
A bottle of whiskey's starting to sound just fine
Well two buck chuck rots in your gut like a stumbling virus
With a wine soaked mind I'll always find my bottled sustenance
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If I don't drink myself to sleep, then I'll just drink myself to jail
Not sure if I'd prefer a ditch or another county cell
But either way it goes I'm waking up alone and that's just fine
But after a couple of fifths, robbing that bank seems like a good time
So if you got a badge then you ain't no friend of mine
If I'm not singing on this corner it'll be a basement or bar
Screaming rants of freedom so hard until I'm seeing stars
But It's all just empty talk until the first molotov is thrown
So fight tear gas with vinegar and fight cops with fire
So if you got a badge then you ain't no friend of mine
But the ones like you and me get locked in a cage
While the white collars and suits, they just walk away
Because robbing a bank is called a federal crime
While robbing the poor is called taxes and fines
Is this freedom or a facade? I think the ladder fits best
'Cause the first is what I'm fighting for, It's Victory or Death
So have another kid so they can be indoctrinated by public schools
You call it an education, I call it brainwashing the kids of fools
So they can grow up to get shot in the back
By another cop with too big a head on his neck
Another death labeled not a crime
Now they're rioting in anehiem
If you got a badge, you ain't no friend of mine
Said you ain't no friend of mine
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10. |
Mainline Moonshine
05:04
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Gutter rat, liquid bat in my hand
Tall can, steel and GPC
Poison it, 211 rot gut man
Arsenic reserve will be the death of me yeah, yeah
Lock me up and beat me down
I'll still keep my feet on the ground
Lock me up and push me around
I'm still the drunkest fucker in town
revolution fought from the bottom up
The cop killing rhythm of 11:03
An officer is down so string him on up
Seven molotovs for seven precincts yeah, yeah
Lock me up and beat me down
I'll still keep my feet on the ground
Lock me up and push me around
I'm still the drunkest fucker in town
Mainline Moonshine, I still feel fine
Mainline Moonshine, I still feel
Dirty children in a line
Hand me that whiskey or bag of wine
One cop, two cop, dead cop three
Freedom achieved through dead police yeah, yeah
Lock me up and beat me down
I'll still keep my feet on the ground
Lock me up and push me around
I'm still the drunkest fucker in town
Mainline Moonshine, I still feel fine
Mainline Moonshine, I still feel
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11. |
As the Crow Flies
05:20
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12. |
A Girl I Think I Knew
04:24
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My thoughts, they spiral down and down
I've lost sight of the man I am
There was a girl I think I knew, who was my only friend
She picked me off the cold dark ground
Just to put me back there again
Where Is that Girl I think I knew, who was my only friend?
I'm high again
Nodding out, falling on the floor
My venomous words cut through the ones I did not want to hurt
I'm high again
Nodding out, falling on the floor
My venomous words cut through the ones I did not want to hurt
I think I killed my only friend
I killed my only friend
I think I killed my only friend
Where is that girl I think I knew, who was my only friend?
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13. |
In the Pines
04:33
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Jax Driftwood Nyack, New York
Anarchist vagabond guitar player/singer songwriter from New York.
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