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IN SOLIDARITY: Songs Of Struggle and Liberation

by LEFT/FOLK

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Let the Prep boys play, Lucky-dip a side – leave me out, Just give me crumbs from the rich man’s table any day. Fat market sway, stocks swell, lives will fail - Give me crumbs from the rich man’s table any day. What’d you want? Power eats alone, locks itself away, has to control, to make you content With crumbs from the rich man’s table. Power feeds its own, rules its own okay. Sits at the feast, While the rest work and wait for crumbs from the rich man’s table. You want crumbs? You want crumbs from the rich man’s table?
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Rise again it's October Forever The summer Is all but retreated We rise like Lions from slumber to greet the Miracle of nature Don't you cry Just raise your eyes and look at me honey Don't you cry Just raise your eyes And smile at me baby Nature's bliss consumes me As I walk these old roads The demon vanquished again Has brought untold majesty Don't you cry Just raise your eyes and look at me honey Don't you cry Just raise your eyes And smile at me baby
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The Canal Army Song (author unknown, 1932-33) The birch of Karelia, your time has gone, So bow your head bold under the chopper’s blow. ‘Cross the rivers and lakes, through the rain and snow The White Sea we reach, to the White Sea we go!..  Red and blue are the dawns of the North In July or January. As we rose, Closer was the Sea, closer was the water  So salt, green and cold…  And good was our job, no one let down.  As twenty months passed, we made the Canal.  And for those twenty months we ain’t worked in vain:  We learned to mix cement, fitters and locksmiths became  And we’re lost no more, The life full of virtues we’ll live, this path we’ll ever go! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Песня каналоармейца (автор неизвестен, 1932-33) Карельская береза, пришла твоя пора Поникнуть головою под ударом топора. По рекам и озерам, под снегом и дождём До самого, до Белого, до моря мы дойдем! На синей, на малиновой, на северной заре Вставали мы в июле, вставали в январе, А море приближалось, все ближе к нам была Зеленая, соленая, студеная вода… Мы здорово работали, никто не подкачал, И ровно в двадцать месяцев закончили Канал. Мы эти двадцать месяцев работали не зря – Теперь уж мы бетонщики, монтеры, слесаря! Теперь уж ни за что мы нигде не пропадем, До праведной, до самой, до жизни мы дойдем!
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Hark no angels call No saviour will come We brought this pain ourselves We have been undone I'm not the son of civilisation Nor the daughter of man I'm not what you expected Take cover while you can Fall down Out of the sky Ashen wings burnt by your sun
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Sights and sounds still echo At the sites I found myself Faded images interspersed The misty past with now Quiet words on the wind Spatial memory unforgotten Times collapse into one No longer a linear path
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Ashes and chains locks and flames deny the dead and lose the way Deception and lies self-blind to white crimes Rivers of blood flow... ...And flow pale hoods and red lines why would you defend that? why would you defend that? why would you spill blood for empty pride? No, don't give me excuses for police shootings you know are wrong shootings you know are wrong when will you come to heed your heart? Ashes and chains locks and flames deny the dead and lose the way Deception and lies self-blind to white crimes
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What bloomed in the bleak did fade 'Neath a light veiled in grey See the self decay A salt shell melts away While you sink You can't breathe Pull the pearls from my throat Sing silver into my bones Place the opal in my eye Drink the brine and let the old skin die
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You were the ones who cleared the thistles and shrubs to make way for us Uncharted terrain No others to name You made way for us & Regardless of blood I am your child because You made way for us I would be tangled in thorns if it were not for you & To those unborn: As this crooked path continues to form We are making way for you & Regardless of blood We are your fathers because We are making way for you How could we carry the torch if it were not for you ? I would be tangled in thorns if it were not for you
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Oh my weary, weary heart How thy howling high and proud How thy howling deep and loud Tears the silent night apart Reaches far the silver sky Dives among the shiny stars Hits the Sun God burning bright Cries together with the moon From dusk till noon Oh my heavy, heavy mind Coming from the World behind Crossing to the World beyond Flees my shady, shady soul
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Everything has cracked; nothing here but pain. It's come time for a change. God is on His throne, watching here below. Nothing but His tears falling low. In this hopeless life living just to wait, everyone above us set us bait, and we will keep on picking but the floods, they will not stop, the Earth, it opens up, and the cruel space shall suck us dry. Nothing will be left of us. All the world's a farce; it breaks your bloody knees and it dares to claim it's destiny, but nothing could be further from the truth won't set us free when it's all trivial words, words that we can neither hear nor see, and half of it is still a lie. Nothing here will last, eroded by the tides that beat down everything to proper size, and soon I will go under. I don't know what I want; my brain is all a blank. Oblivion is when I feel most free. What is left for us but to do or die? Seven years, my tearducts have run dry, and soon my body falls apart. My brain is melting down, dripping in the dirt. All my soul is screaming in alert (and no one shall deliver me). Hell is the true name of this dying world. Let the old red standard be unfurled, for we have come to take it. And we stand up on our legs, broken by malaise, preparing to begin the End of Days. And we stand up on our legs, broken by malaise, preparing to begin the End of Days. Running toward the end of this bloody place, nothing holds us back— we're gone without a trace. Blowing up the exit as we take our leave, we'll set this world on fire. Crushing every castle, burning every mansion, we're running through the trenches— this ain't a time for dancing. The blasts are our alarms to wake us from our sleep. We'll set this world on fire. Am I well-equipped to understand this fate? Destroying everything I see, all creatures small and great. No end is there in sight, just the wheels of flame. I'll set this world on fire. We're calling no retreat; there is no turning back. We'll either crush the rulers or be crushed by their attack. Break this drowning world. Seal its thorny fate. We'll set this world on fire. What do I have left? Nothing left to lose. All that's needed is to light the fuse (no time for hesitation). All I want to do is see the sky turn blue, but first it has to set ablaze again (and I will stoke the fires). There's nothing left for me except to wait and see what the final word is from above. And I stand up on my legs, broken by malaise, preparing to begin the End of Days.
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It's bones what this garden grow Our bones will make the flowers grow I am not pure I will not be made pure I am not pure I will not be made pure And when you die your body will never rot It's bones what this garden grow Our bones will make the flowers grow

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We would like to thank A Blaze Ansuz for their collaboration in organizing/promoting this compilation. We would like to thank all of the artists who gave their time and art to this cause, and to all who support what we are doing. We would like to thank all of those brave souls protesting in Louisville, Portland, Kenosha, Seattle, Los Angeles and everywhere else against this wretched police state and those who are putting their bodies on the line to stand for the liberation of all peoples. We thank the predictability and incompetence of DJ LRAD. We thank those who face the very real threat of far-right terrorism.

We thank the street medics for putting in the Great Work to keep folks safe and all those at home who are helping to organize their communities.

We must continue in our struggle for liberation as long as we can, until we live in an equitable society that understands and values human dignity, life and liberty. Until society understands that Black Lives Matter, and that the survival of our planet is not negotiable.

As Durruti once said, "We are not in the least afraid of ruins. We are going to inherit the earth; there is not the slightest doubt about that. The bourgeoisie might blast and ruin its own world before it leaves the stage of history. We carry a new world here, in our hearts. That world is growing in this minute."

The future is in our hands!
- L/F 161

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released October 2, 2020

Curation:
Left/Folk Collective
A Blaze Ansuz

Audio Preparation:
Al D at Thee Be Colony

Visual Preparation:
J. Nada

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towards a new old way, we are not afraid of ruins, neofolk for the politically unambiguous

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