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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!
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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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Byssus - Drink The Brine
05:53
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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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Nebelung - Mittwinter
06:01
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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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Ulvesang - Litherpoan
04:55
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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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