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Lions EP

by The Martyr Index

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Lions 04:06
Lions! Got to feed 'em like lions. Like lions! Got a hunger like lions! Can you hear them coming, marching hard against the plain? Dust clouds welling up like it's 'bout to rain. Banners flying, filling the whole damn sky with dread Soon the rivers here'll be running red! Lions! Got to feed 'em like lions. Like lions! Got a hunger like lions! No Mercy for the meek, no pity for the poor, Just a hearty appetite, always hungrier than before! Slaves to their drives with an instinct for insanity. A cruel inheritance for a hopeless humanity. Lions! Got to feed 'em like lions. Like lions! Got a hunger like lions! And when their bellies Can't hold no more And the master's dying On his killing floor Will we all turn 'round And walk away Or will another Rise again that day 'Cause we're too blind to find another way? We just can't seem to get away… From lions! Got to feed 'em like lions! Like lions! Got a hunger like lions! Lions! Got to feed 'em like lions. Like lions! Got a hunger like lions!
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Feedback from the satellites, it's all just a cycling hummmm Loops of palatable plastic waste: chewing digital bubble-gum Don't stop running when you hear it coming, we've gotta keep us on the move The steel wheel's turning as the flags are burnin' and we've got nothing to prove Nothing to prove! Hey! We're doing fine Down here rockin' all the time With a word and a beat and 600 watts a strumming, From the underground you can hear the train a comin', yeah! A manifesto issued forth today from the disautomatik brigade It said "Gone are the days of the streets of romance and the safe, safe, censored airwaves We kick our radios off the bridge tonight, we steal our music back from the sky We mash-up, trash-up, love like we love, 'cause we're taking our own piece of the pie! And there ain't no "why?" Hey! We're doing fine Down here rockin' all the time With a word and a beat and 600 watts a strumming, From the underground you can hear the train a comin' miles away! Exclaim! Hey! We're doing fine Down here rockin' all the time With a word and a beat and 600 watts strumming, From the underground you can hear the train a comin' miles away! Yeah! We're doing fine Roots radicals rockin' all of the time With a word and a beat and 20 strings strumming In the underground you can always hear it coming! Yeah! We're doing fine! We don't mind! We'll be just fine! When the industry dies! Let it die! Let it die! Let it die! Let it die!
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Raise your fist in the air Stick your trowel in the ground Get up, get down, shake it all around Get your get on to the rock n roll sound Shooting up like grass through the sidewalk Eco-systems in the city streets We're working our way through the gaps in the concrete Busting open right beneath our feet Oh! Can you see it? Whoah-oh! The living city right before your eyes Oh! Can you hear it? Whoah-oh! Letting us know she's only in a new guise There's no revolution Until we touch the ground, reaching down to plant the seeds We're tilling the soil A garden for every fist! Raise your fist in the air Stick your trowel in the ground Get up, get down, start it right now Gotta get a move-on on the under ground We've got a thousand rooftops here Situated for a little salvation And a million forgotten spaces Calling out for some imagination Oh! Can you feel it? Whoah-oh! The naked city beneath the soles of your feet Oh! Can you believe it? Whoah-oh! A metro-paradise awaits at the end of the street There's no revolution Until we touch the ground, reaching down to plant the seeds We're tilling the soil A garden for every fist! Take it now! Above the underground That's where you see us now And this is our sound… I'm singin' all my people - c'mon, c'mon and get down! Oh! Can you see it? Whoah-oh! It rises amidst the flourishing foliage Oh! Can you believe it? Whoah-oh! We're working our way into a new age There's no revolution Until we touch the ground, reaching down to plant the seeds There's no revolution Without soiled hands We're tilling the soil A garden for every fist!

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The Martyr Index's 4th release, an EP featuring new versions of 2 songs from Molotov Rocktail and one new track off the Forthcoming LP set to release in spring 2013.

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released May 1, 2012

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The Martyr Index Calgary, Alberta

The Martyr Index is your favourite fist-in-the-air, banner-flying, ol' dirty pinko rock and roll band, hailing from Calgary, Alberta, Canada. Surrounded by the opulence of what could be considered the Bahrain of North America, they are exactly the kind of contradiction that you would expect from a quasi-anarchist discourse feeding off the fruits of unrepentant frontier capitalism. ... more

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