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Kill The Father
03:48
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Born to a world, where your opinion means shit,
Forced to quietly obey , for you're too young to exist.
As the double standard grows, you become their property
You are threatened not to question the adult supremacy
Born to a family, to perfection stereotypes,
A panopticon of social values of what they believe is right
As you try to escape his claws, flee from this reality ,
Father's ghost follows you close, blended in society.
It's the fucking state, their courts, their prisons & police
Protecting us from ourselves cause "they just can't leave in peace"
It's the doctors and the power we allowed them to possess
Infantilizing our ability to choose, to try and guess
It's them all, these fucking experts, masters and their authority
Stealing your life away from you, telling how stupid you should be.
All these vertical power structures which we all have to bend and break
Burn their foundations to the ground, rip them off inside you & me
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A Dish Served Cold
03:28
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Well, as the moonlight lights your club you say
"No where to run now boy, gonna beat the teeth out of your mouth in the name of the law"
My bones were breaking, your baton swinging
Protecting and serving the shit out of me
You kicked me down, dropped your pants
Started pissing on me while laughing lunatically
It was getting boring so you left me crawling, vomiting blood all over the ground
Your name was hiding but your face is carved in my skull
I'll see you around
I don't trust lawyers, judges and courts and i know you know how slow justice can go these days
I saw you walking out your dog last night so next time, and if the lights are all down
I'm gonna wreck your petty soul when I drive past your house
As your dirty feet walk close, smashing ashes and consent
In a bedroom full of empty bottles
My weak voice mumbling, trying to escape your rotten soul
Your breath touching my wasted body
History's legetimating your power and it's cracking every part of me
I will have my scars but I'm not alone
Cause even thought I'm made in a thousand broken pieces
I'm not destroyed, I'm not destroyed
One way or another im gonna find you, im gonna get you, get you, get you, get you
One day maybe next week ,I'm gonna meet ya', I'm gonna kill ya', I'll kill ya'!
I will drive past your house, and if the lights are all down.
I'll blow your brains out, on the floor
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Lori Meyers
02:23
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Lori Meyers used to live upstairs
Our parents had been friends for years
Almost every afternoon we'd play forbidden games
At nine years old there's no such thing as shame
It wasn't recognition of her face, what brought me back
Was a familiar mark as it flashed across the screen.
I bought some magazines, some video taped scenes
Incriminating acts, I thought that I could save her
Who the hell are you to tell me how to live?
You think I sell my body; I merely sell my time
I ain't no Cinderella, I ain't waiting for no prince
To save me in fact until just now I was doin' just fine
And on and on
I know what degradation feels like I felt it on the floor
At the factory where I worked long before
I took control, now I answer to me
The 50K I make this year will go anywhere I please
Where's the problem?
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Overthinking again about the things you said
'Till your words break into letters, floating up my mind
I try hard to make sense of everything, glue them back together
But my head's a mess, the moment is lost, and so am I.
The wider I open my eyes, the darker this world turns.
And i can't seem to get them shut tight again,
Even when i lay down to rest can't help to think how good it burns
My dreams are burning red
But for now, let's take comfort in the fact we didn't yet become what we hate the most
And if that's right, if there are still some wars to fight, then we might as well hang around a bit more
And if we find enough rope where all our heads could swing together
Finally true to ourselves and the ones who came before
On the top of a tree, no hierarchy, smiling to eternity
Together and free, for good
The horror we may not live
To see the walls fall from between us
Between us and the world for which these songs cry out
But for now, let's take comfort in the fact we aren't yet what we ought to become.
And if that's right, if there are still some wars to fight, then we might as well hang around a bit more
Cause maybe we have a long way to go but we're surely not where we started
And if that's not something to drink to, why drink anyway
And if that isn't something to live for, why not to die today
I'm tired of being let down and pissed,I hope we find a way
If life has no more meaning than these chords well for me that's okay.
And if that's not enough reason to breath, why are you still breathing?
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The doorbell echoes through graffiti stained walls
Hello dear fellow, can you already smell the food?
After you enter don't forget to shut the entrance door
Lock it tight if you smell the cops
Leave all your prejudice and bigotry outside
Tell your boss that tomorrow you won't be showing up
For here you came to ease your head and slay your idols dead
But will you help us cut some vegs?
Armed with mortar, bricks and shovels
Building some walls so we can destroy all others
We make a feast out of every single chance
We drink our livers off, we sing, we shout, we dance
And i don't know if one day, we'll ever live our own way, if we'll ever leave the gutters
And i'm afraid we will rot, before we first take a shot at the world we plot
But right now,just between you and I, we surely learned so much together
After so many days so many nights expanding ourselves close to a place we never been
Armed with mortar, bricks and shovels
Building some walls so we can destroy all others
We make a feast out of every single chance
We drink our livers off, we sing, we shout, we dance
To create, to destroy, to defend our spaces
Let'em serve its purpose of escapism & conspiracy
Inviting every inflammable soul in
While keeping the world fucking out of it.
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Sharp Knives Lisbon, Portugal
Sharp Knives are a Lisbon based DIY anarcho-folk punk band.
Transposing our hopes, fears, doubts, frustrations,
inconsistencies & dreams to words, screaming them out loud as self-empowerment, travelling and playing, we hope to create an affinity network of friends, while standing together against all forms of authority, coercion & oppression.
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Efa's great. We fell in love with all these songs when on tour with her and still sing along to this album on a regular basis.
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Paper Wings are one of our favourite folkie bands in the world. They give you the chills when listening to their records and make your heart jump off your chest while playing live. <3
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Love this band! Amazing vocals, great banjo playing, spiced up with punk riffs & breakdowns. Their lyrics revolve around anarchism, feminism, prison abolitionism and we ain't spoiling the rest.
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