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Skinheads ain't 'bout shit (x2)

Fuck supremacists (x2)

Crackers tryna get some clout quick

Run they mouth slick

Pull up to yo hood? I doubt it

Get surrounded

White genocide a damn lie

Ain't finna be another Auschwitz

100-round drum on my damn side

Go tell that on the mountain

Think ‘bout your blood, think ‘bout your kids

When it get lit, will you be equipped?

Who finna die if it's us vs. them?

Get you a stick, gon’ let it hit

Might be the man in your delegates

Might damn well be the president

Might be ya next door neighbors

Hashtag that ass for the paper

If your mans and them get upset

Wanna object? That's suspect

When it comes down to the get down

Will they stand up for the unrest?

Look, I give no fuck what you look like, let's link up

Cuz this still our nation, they ain't finna take it

We got no patience for Aryan hatred

If God what they playin’, send 'em to Satan

It ain't no tellin’ where they finna take it

We need the peace, but we don't need a racist

If you think I'm finna die on my knees

I gotta squeeze, ain't no debatin’

Fuck the alt right

Motherfuck the alt right

Fuck 45

Motherfuck 45 (x2)

Hit them nazi punks with the pump, leave they ass slumped (x4)

>17 years ago, I was amazed by the incredibly loud pulsing chorus of cicadas in my backyard. I improvised this tune that I had to name "The Cicada Reel". I recorded the tune a year later on "Journey to the Heartland" (Maggie’s Music, 2005). And the cicadas are back in full force. Shortly after I recorded this video, they hit 93 dB’s. So here it is again: The Cicada Reel, played on a Dusty Strings D670 with dampers.

Some things never change.

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Invidious Link - https://youchu.be/watch?v=NR3xVQy8ccM

LYRICS:

Are there no fighters left here anymore?

Are we the generation we've been waiting for?

Or are we patiently burning

Waiting to be saved?

>

Our heroes, our icons have mellowed with age

Following rules that they once disobeyed

They're now being led when they used to lead the way

>

Do you still believe in all the things that you stood by before?

Are you out there on the front lines

Or at home keeping score?

And do you care to be the layer of the bricks that seal your fate?

Or would you rather be the architect of what we might create?

>

They laid out the blueprints, they poured down a base

Concrete solutions to slow our decay

And when they are gone

Who the fuck's gonna take their place?

>

Yeah, will it be the cynics, the critics galore?

The cliché apathetic passed out on the floor

The trusting complicit who collectively ignore

>

Do you still believe in all the things that you stood by before?

Are you out there on the front lines

Or at home keeping score?

And do you care to be the layer of the bricks that seal your fate?

Or would you rather be the architect of what we might create?

>

Don't you remember when you were young

And you wanted to set the world on fire?

Somewhere deep down, I know you do

>

And don't you remember when we were young

And we wanted to set the world on fire?

'Cause I still am, and I still do

>

Make no mistake

We are not afraid

To bear the burden of repeating

What they're thinking anyway

Let's raise the stakes

On the bet we made

Let's decide to be the architects

The masters of our fate

>

Yeah, we still believe in all the things that we stood by before

And after everything we've seen here maybe even more

And I know we're not the only ones and we were not the first

Unapologetically we'll stand behind each word

One English translation of "A bas l'État policier" is "Down with the Police State"

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When the party starts on Monday

Christmas starts in June

When no one minds I've just arrived and I'll be leaving soon

If I return with eyes half-opened

Don't ask me where I was

I do my father's drugs

When every revolution

Is sponsored by the state

There's no bravery in being asked and turning down the case

If you see me with a rifle

Don't ask me what it's for

I fight my father's war

A when hunger strikes are fashion

And freedom is routine

All in all the streets in Cleveland are named for Martin Luther King

You will see me at the protest

But you'll notice that I drag

I burn my father's flag

So when the party starts on Monday

And Christmas starts in June

A when no one minds I've just arrived and I'll be leaving soon

If I return with eyes half opened

Don't ask me where I was

I do my father's drugs

I do my father's drugs

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The Bonk Song · No$hu

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I guess there's nothing particularly solarpunk-y about this track, but... I just thought it was rocking enough to share.

Almost 40 years later and it all still rings true.

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I shot a gun today

For the first time

I was surprised at how Easy it was

And man it made me feel so powerful

I think I'm ready to start a revolution

.

We got elections coming up

I don’t know who I wanna pick

A criminal or a racist pig

It's the same damn thing every couple years

I think it's time to overthrow the government

.

So I was getting myself ready for the revolution

Getting myself ready for the revolution

’til I remembered I have work in the morning

The revolution will have to wait 'til after 5 PM I guess

.

Spent the summer on the road

Driving through the desert and mountains, sleeping on

Floors and couches

Whoever said you needed money to travel

Didn't have many friends

Now I'm back in Pennsylvania

Sleeping until 11 AM

My friends they call me lazy, they just don't get it

I'm dreaming up my plan for the revolution

.

So I've been getting myself ready for the cold cold winter

Getting myself ready for the cold cold winter

Forgot to stop and watch the leaves change colors

Watch them all fall down

I shot a gun today, was surprised at how easy it was

I think I'm gonna ask for one for Christmas

Either that or a new guitar

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[Verse 1]

When it's bigger than us

When it's larger than life

At least at first

Did you think, did you know

That you're heading for bust

Before shit gets old

[Pre Chorus]

And it work (work)

When it work (work)

Someone's got to tell it

When the dumb things hurt

When it work (work)

Then it work (work)

Someone's got to call it

Before it hit the hearse

[Chorus]

So with time, work, we can make it

If we're fighting for the same thing

And with love, we can make it

If we're fighting for the same thing

[Verse 2]

Won't ever tear us apart

Promised you as you tamed this heart

Untold control

By nothing wrong, then a worry starts

Saying you, you

Make this home shine electrical for two

Who knew, who knew

We'd be challenged by the consequence

Of what we wouldn't do

[Chorus]

But with time, work, we can make it

If we're fighting for the same thing

And some love won't hurt

If we're fighting for the same thing

Yeah, oh, ow!

If we're fighting for the same thing

And some love, it can't hurt

If we're fighting for the same thing

[Bridge]

Gimme some love

You got to gimme some love

Don't you pretend

When it's all a vow

Show me some love

You got to show me some love

We can't pretend

When it's all a vow

Throw me some love

Now won't you throw me some love?

We can't pretend

When it's all a vow

Give me some love

Now won't you show me some love?

We can't pretend anymore

[Chorus]

'Cause with time, work, we can make it

If we're fighting for the same thing

And some love won't hurt

If we're fighting for the same thing

Yeah, oh, ow!

If we're fighting for the same thing

We can make it, gonna make it

If we're fighting for the same thing

[Outro]

Fighting for the same thing

Fighting for the same thing

>Bluetech's “Rainforest Reverberations” is a very special edition to a long line of extraordinary downtempo releases. This full-length continuously mixed album is more than incredible music, it is an invitation to celebrate and help protect the life supporting biodiversity of the Amazon Rainforest, which constitutes the lungs of our planet. By purchasing the album you are engaging in one of the most effective ways to combat global warming and support social justice for indigenous caretakers of these lands, as well as entering into a 70 minute continuous audio journey. > >So download today, contribute to a healthier planet, and join Bluetech, Critical Beats, and indigenous Amazonian musicians in creating a cross-cultural call to action that uses music to inspire real change. > >Visit www.ran.org to learn more about where "Rainforest Reverberation" contributions go.

Nataanii Means, from Chinle, Arizona on the Navajo Reservation. American Indian; Oglala Lakota, Navajo and Omaha. True Pride Music is the label.