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Blind Cities
03:32
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Malcolm wakes up in his shed
The birds are singing in his head
Outside rubble sits in heaps
Cars are burning in the streets
But there’s nothing to see here
But there’s nothing to see here
David sits at the factory
Thinks about what he can’t see
The foreman bribed him for his vote
But it all seemed so remote
But there’s nothing to see here
But there’s nothing to see here
Sheila wails at the city wall
That towers high above us all
Beats her fist upon the surface
No way into that edifice
But there’s nothing to see here
But there’s nothing to see here
Trains are speeding through the fields
Houses fall and children steal
Glass and concrete tower high
Above what’s left of you and I
But there’s nothing to see here
But there’s nothing to see here
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Escalator
03:23
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They’ve banned pickets
And brought back rickets
You don’t need to be good at maths
To see we’re ruled by sociopaths
There’s nothing free about their enterprise
If they could own the air we’d all die
They rub their hands at wars and epidemics
They’d rent out life boats on the Titanic
Running up the down escalator
A rat trapped in a wheel
City rents
Living in tents
Too tired to fight, too scared to steal
Afraid to live, afraid to feel, afraid to feel
Running up the down escalator
A rat trapped in a wheel
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At the Door
03:38
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Who’s that slouching toward the dawn?
Afterbirth waiting to be reborn
With smiling face that means no harm
Until they can tattoo your arm
And who is this at the door?
And who is this behind the wall?
And who is this at the door?
And who is this building a wall?
Spy the spider, beats many drums
With a web of Belsen and the Somme
The hounds have torn from their tethers
An angel of death with tar and feathers
And who is this at the door?
And who is this behind the wall?
And who is this at the door?
And who is this building a wall?
They’re electing horsemen four
To leave you bleeding on the floor
They say they think what you feel
Then they plough you like a field
And who is this at the door?
And who is this behind the wall?
And who is this at the door?
And who is this building a wall?
And who is this at the door?
And who is this behind the wall?
And who is this at the door?
And who is this building a wall?
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Deeds Not Words
02:58
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Deeds not words, deeds not words
Deeds not words, deeds not words
Speak your mind
Even if your voice is shaking
Speak your mind
Even if your voice is shaking
Deeds not words, deeds not words
Deeds not words, deeds not words
The tearing down can be decreed
The building up cannot
The tearing down can be decreed
The building up cannot
Deeds not words, deeds not words
Deeds not words, deeds not words
Feel out the ground
Test now one way, now another
Feel out the ground
Test now one way, now another
Deeds not words, deeds not words
Deeds not words, deeds not words
From the minds of the masses
Are forged the weapons of their liberation
From the minds of the masses
Are forged the weapons of their liberation
Deeds not words, deeds not words
Deeds not words, deeds not words
The masses are the rock
Beneath the victory of the revolution
The masses are the rock
Beneath the victory of the revolution
Deeds not words, deeds not words
Deeds not words, deeds not words
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Crisis London, UK
After almost 40 years, punk-rock originals Crisis are back. Crisis’s “songs to march to” once again resonate with audiences
both new and old. Their anti-fascist, anti-racist message is still very much relevant in the current Western political climate, as it was at the end of 1970s.
Tony Wakeford: bass.
Clive Giblin: Guitar.
Lloyd James: vocals.
Aurora Lee: drums.
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