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Lions
04:06
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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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A Word And A Beat
03:27
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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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A Garden For Every Fist
03:25
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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 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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