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Strength through unity, unity through faith
One nation under God, one mission, one fate
As we sit in front of our TVs, with our flags unfurled
We see the birth pangs of a new Middle East, the birth pangs of a new world
Beneath the dollar and the gun
All the world shall sing as one
And our people brave and free
Will march to victory
Beneath the dollar and the gun
Our hearts shall beat as one
A brand new century of American prosperity
God bless America, God bless the president
God bless the armed forces, God bless the secretary of defense
God bless the free market, God bless the CEOs
And with your righteous fists strike doen all those that we oppose
Beneath the dollar and the gun
All the world shall sing as one
And our people brave and free
Will march to victory
Beneath the dollar and the gun
Our hearts shall beat as one
A brand new century of American democracy
And you know it’s getting better and better, you know it’s getting better and better, in every day and in every way, better and better all the time
We’ll kill the terrorists and traitors, the unbelievers and the fags
It’s planet Earth year zero, all hail the Bible and the Flag
Higher Standards of Boredom
It’s the American way
Higher standards of Boredom
Beneath the dollar and the gun
All the world shall sing as one
And our people brave and free
Will march to victory
Beneath the dollar and the gun
Yes, Fascism can be fun!
A brand new century of American hegemony
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2. |
Economic Dysentery
05:37
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Salivate, Salivate, Come on, Pavlov’s dogs and fucking salivate
Red for the blood on our hands
White for our pale corpse skin
Blue for the years falling down the drain
Red for the poison in our veins
White for our skulls beneath the whip
Blue for the floods that destroy cities whole
We’ve traded love for convenience
We’ve traded liberty for the illusion of protection
We’ve traded history for blissful ignorance
We’ve traded the present for a future that will never happen
Be patient, happiness is just a click away
Be patient, happiness is a paycheck away
Be patient, happiness is an election away
Be patient……..
Red for the screaming sirens
White for the paint on the cars
Blue for the memories of what the sky once looked like
We’ve traded philosophy for anaesthetic
We’ve traded youth for an insurance policy
Our brains splattered on the pavement
An installment plan on misery
Be patient, happiness is just a click away
Be patient, happiness is a paycheck away
Be patient, happiness is a fürher away
Be patient……
Soil turns to mud, mud turns to ice, ice cracks beneath our feet
We drown, we drown, we drown…
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3. |
Simulcra Simulcra
06:20
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And you’ve seen me on the street
Eyes open, I never sleep
And you want to meet me, but so many wish the same
“Cause you’re madly in love with me
I’m you’re every fantasy
But I’ve never even heard your name
When you scream, no one hears
Your voice falls on deaf ears
And everything I do is on the TV screen
Headlines in the magazines
I’m everywhere, everywhere and you’re nowhere at all
A romantic evening by candlelight
A lovers’ quarrel, a barroom fight
It’ll be broadcast to you, live via satellite
Famines, civil wars, the green scare
But the media doesn’t seem to care
The news at 11, will be my latest love affair
When you scream no one hears
Your voice falls on deaf ears
And all those billboards take up so much space
Look in the mirror and see my face
I’m everywhere, everywhere, and you’re nowhere at all
Nowhere at all
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4. |
The World Is Flat
04:06
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The World is Flat
Globalization 3.O, the end of history
We will teach you how to live
We will teach you how to see
Oh, brave new world, of hot-dogs and apple pies
Utopia is near, and some of you might not even have to die
Oh, the world is flat
What livens up a game of gold
Like children starving in the streets
Wires and cables connect us
While we’re too scared to even speak
With cluster bombs, we’ll spread the gospel of a service based economy
A long and happy life, as shown on TV
Oh , the world is flat
It’s all in your head
But you can’t please everyone
There will always be people who resist
So we’ll tell the starving masses that in fact they don’t exist
The new world order’s coming soon, the new world order will be great
We’ve found the only way to live
So take your Prozac and cooperate
Oh, the world is flat
And it’s all in your head
We won’t let them spoil our party
Those dreary faces
We won’t let them spoil our part
The gruesome pictures
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Your Majesty...
03:37
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by Bulat Okudzhava
translated by Alec Vagapov
http://vagalecs.narod.ru/Okudzh.htm
To P. Luspekayev
Look here, your Majesty, Mrs. Separation,
I am feeling cold with you, that’s the revelation.
Letter from the darling,
wait, don’t tear it off...
Out of luck in dying,
I’ll have luck in love.
Look here, you Majesty, Mrs. Alienation,
ardent was your hugging but with no affection.
In silky nets you’re trying
to catch me, now lay off...
Out of luck in dying,
I’ll have luck in love.
Look here, your Majesty, dear Mrs. Fortune,
you are good to some of us, to others you’re a torture.
Nine-gram piece of iron
for the heart’s enough...
Out of luck in dying,
I’ll have luck in love.
Look here, your Majesty, dear Mrs. Conquest,
I haven’t finished singing as you should have noticed.
Wretched things, stop lying,
don’t swear an oath on blood...
Out of luck in dying,
I’ll have luck in love.
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6. |
Banality #4
06:55
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This culture is killing us
I am too tired to listen to your complaints
It’s been a long day at the Office, Paperwork and meetings
And I’d rather watch TV
I am too tired, to answer your questions
And I love you, means I don’t care
Means shut up, and make me dinner
Cause I’d rather watch TV
Cause it tells me
Everything will be alright
Everything will be OK if we just worker harder
And it tells me
Everything will be alright
Everything will be OK, if we just watch longer
Everything will be alright
The situation’s in good hands
All we have to do is buy another product
And everything will be alright
Global warming is a lie, and our army’s greeted with open arms and flowers
But I’m too tired
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7. |
Banality #5
06:43
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Banality 5
Let’s dance the night away
The same thing we do everyday
The same thing everyone else does, it’s the latest attraction
Like those people on TV
Look how happy we can be
Dancing the night away in the latest fashions
As the loudspeakers play our favorite songs
To cover up the sound of foreign cities getting carpet bombed
But somebody must pay the price for this high-tech paradise
As we dance the night away
And the man in the spotlight
Takes a step to the left or to the right
But it doesn’t matter
He’ll make sure things stay the same
And those charming thing he’ll say
The same things he said yesterday
The same tomorrow and today
The same lies that brought him fame
As the loudspeakers play our favorite songs
To cover up the sound of foreign cities getting carpet bombed
But somebody must pay the price for this high-tech paradise
As we dance the night away
How does it feel
Repeating the same old steps
Now that the novelty’s worn old
Bourgeois fantasy
Suburban misery
It’s either being bought or being sold
As the loudspeakers play our favorite songs
We wrap ourselves in picket fences and burglar alarms
Cause somebody must pay the price for this postmodern paradise
As we dance the night away
Repeating the same words, repeating the same old steps
A vicious circle going round and round
How many years have passed, the dancefloor’s filled with poison gas
And no exit can be found
Silent majorities, Silenced minorities
We go through the motions without a sound
And how does it taste?
An infinity of time to waste
As we dance 6 feet underground
Simlucra simulcra…
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8. |
A Critique of Separation
01:17
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I hope you like those flowers I gave you
I was told they’d be well received
And all those things that I said
I’m hoping they’ll be believed
‘cause everything that we don’t have is everything we want
and everything that we should be is everything we’re not
When I look into your eyes
A part of me dies
I’m not real to you and you’re not real to me
There’s so much static on TV
We’re just copies and copies of celebrities
I stole my love songs from MTV
I know what you’ll say, you know what I’ll say
We’ve seen the same movies
We could get so close, oh we could get so close
But we’d never really meet
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Scars
04:04
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Machine arms wrap around you, generating a sense of warmth
And by the conveyer belt they’ve painted pictures of childhood
It’s so easy, it’s so simple
Close your eyes or they’ll be closed for you
Inch by inch, one by one
One by one
Machine voices sing you to sleep, machine tears on your neck
As they’re broadcasting a 3-d image of your birth
And it’s so easy, it’s so simple
A prayer, a pill, a porno flick
As we get picked off, one by one
One by one
Eternity is what we’re after
Eternity is what we’re against
Machine hands place a flag on the window sill
With enough flags you can cover the sky
And it’s so easy, it’s so simple
We built this world and we can rip it up, inch by inch, one by one
One by one
Eternity is what we’re after
Eternity is what we’re against
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Graveyard Prom
06:49
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Oh darling, darling darling, I’ll kiss your cold blue hands
I want to be your someone
I want to be your man
Oh darling, darling, darling, It’s not hard to understand
Our bodies crushed beneath the weight of the fat old fatherland
The revolution’s already come and gone
We’re surrounded by police cars
So let’s run off into the night
And take back what should have been ours
Sadistic fate has severed our heads
There’s a prom in the graveyard tonight
Oh baby, we’re born dead
Oh darling, darling, darling the maggots eat my hands
But how they long to carress you
I’m a tired and broken man
Oh darling, darling, darling, and I’ll never understand
Why time is out to get us
Ripping our hair out strand by strand
It’s a national emergency
We’re surrounded by police cars
So let’s run off into the night
And take back what should have been ours
And if things worked out a little differently, these shrunken skulls could have been human heads
There’s a prom in the graveyard tonight
Oh baby, we’re born dead
Oh baby, we’re born dead
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11. |
Kronstadt
08:02
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The blade falls to the wood, and the red rivers run
The blade falls to the wood, did you think something else could happen
We’ve been surrounded, a thousand guns, a thousand prying eyes
We’ve been surrounded, the prying eyes that stab us in the heart
We’ve been surrounded; hope like sailors dashed against the rocks
We’ve been surrounded; the path of roses leads us to the grave
And in this fortress we will die
The state lives in us
And in this water we will drown
The state lives in us
The blade falls to the wood, and my severed head calls out for my body
The blade falls to the wood, and there’s no such thing as remorse
We’ve been surrounded; we wrap our faces up with the black flag
We’ve been surrounded, and with that banner we dry our weeping eyes
We’ve been surrounded; hope like sailors dashed against the rocks
We’ve been surrounded; the path of roses leads us to the grave
We’ve been surrounded, a thousand guns, a thousand crimson flags
We’ve been surrounded; the snow is colored with the blood of wolves
We’ve been surrounded; hope like poison blackening our lungs
We’ve been surrounded; we inhale the perfume of the grave
And in this fortress we will die
The state lives in us
And in this water we will drown
The state lives in us
I refuse this Armageddon…
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12. |
Guy Debord Is Dead
03:22
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So, you think that you’re free?
You think that you’re happy
You think that you’re special?
You think that you’re lucky?
We know where you live, we know your age
We know where you go to school
We know what you buy, we know where you buy it
We know what you think is cool
When you’re happy, when you’re sad
Remember your emotions are in our control
Go ahead try to escape
We’ve got you pegged down in a hole
Don’t worry, close your eyes, Don’t worry
The demographics never lie
Because every idea that you’ve had, is just a passing fad
It’s been thought before
And every decision that you make, every action you take
Don’t worry it’s been planned for
And sold, to the highest bidder
We know what you think, we know what you’ll say, and we have plotted the direction, that your life will take
We know how you’ll vote in the next election
You’re not a person, you’re a statistic
You’re identity is in our control
Right now our marketing department’s manufacturing your soul
Don’t worry, close your eyes, Don’t worry
The demographics never lie
Because every idea that you’ve had, is just a passing fad
It’s been thought before
And every decision that you make, every action you take
Don’t worry it’s been planned for
And sold, to the highest bidder
The party’s over, all hope is gone, but the clichés remain true
Designer stores replaced the barricades, and the pavement covers the beach
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13. |
Nausea
03:06
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Vomit stains the grass
I feel like we’ve both been here before before
And it’s not me, moving these lips at all
It was fun, but this love is gone
It was fun but this love is dead
It’s been fun but this story’s over
An angel’s got a remote control
We know how this drama’s going to end
And these aren’t my hands, this isn’t my voice
No we’re not beautiful people
It was fun, but this love is gone
It was fun, but this love is dead
It’s been fun, but our story is over
Concrete monsters, our liberty’s a shriveled ghost
And these aren’t my words
This isn’t my song
You can’t stop, what’s already happened
It was fun, but this love is gone
It was fun, but this love is dead
It’s been fun, but our time is up
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14. |
Awaken Necropolis
09:51
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Bored at work, bored at school
All the shit you endure, just for money
We’re not dying, we’re dead already
Sitting at home with your family
Living vicariously through your TV
We’re not dying we’re dead already
Why aren’t we dancing in the streets, and for what is this misery/
Nothing!
Sitting in the car, sitting in the bus
All the time spent getting from point A to point B
We’re not dying, we’re dead already
A million commercials for a million commodities
Obediently you desire everything that you see
We’re not dying, we’re dead already
Why aren’t we dancing in the streets, and for what is this misery?
NOTHING!
When we dance we wake the dead
No Gods, No Masters. No Cops No Bosses
Our houses are coffins, our buildings are tombs
The whole world’s become a cemetery
We’re not dying we’re dead already
Enough of this darkness, it’s time for some light
As our Molotov cocktails, will brighten the night
We’re sick of death, let’s come to life
And we’ll dance in the streets, yeah we’ll take back the streets
And say goodbye to misery….
ARISE!
Awaken Necropolis
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15. |
Ashes
01:45
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Citizens, we’re living on borrowed time
Empires just don’t last forever
‘cause pictures of dead presidents are just pictures of dead presidents and nothing more
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down
Irony’s become a cliché
Honesty’s a pathetic joke
As silently the skies dissolve our faces, silently the skies dissolve our hearts
Oh it’s been fun
And for better or for worse this is the end of
The world those sick fucks sold to us
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down
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