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The Vanilla Beans - Pigs
03:08
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And on the big screen
in your big scene
you got the eyes right
you held on so tight
you built an altar to your ego
you drew the eyes right
uneven and slight right
And does it feel good being so mean?
putting us down just so can feel clean?
and does it feel nice throwing pigs rice?
talking so slight just so you can feel right?
When you step down from your high horse
I hope you feel good
I hope you know this
that i was once there
and now i'm thinking
I knew what you felt
uneven and back built
And does it feel good being so mean?
putting us down just so can feel clean?
and does it feel nice throwing pigs rice?
talking so slight just so you can feel right?
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Donald Trump is a nazi
He likes to play SS
He's got a picture of Adolf his boy
Tucked in his billion dollar vest
Well he would grab your mama’s pussy
Sure he would fire your pop
Sure he would march you up to his wall
Sure he would frame you for a big fall
He is a nazi
Still a nominee
He is a nazi
Wait how can that be?
He is a nazi
Still a nominee
He is a nazi
Donald trump will kick out Mexican brothers
Build a wall and rape our mothers
Now he's thinking he's the white man’s lord
Out of my country or die by my sword
He is a nazi
Sill a nominee
He is a nazi
Wait how can that be?
He is a nazi
Still a nominee
He is a nazi
Donald Trump wants to start a race war
We don't give a fuck about Don anymore
We all know his plans of blood and gore
Just another pawn for the capitalist whore
Late show Muslim or Mexican dies
Klan propaganda legitimized
Hypocrite coward never fought a real fight
When I see Don I'm ashamed to be white
You are a nazi
Sill a nominee
You are a nazi
Wait how can that be?
You are a nazi
Still a nominee
You are a nazi
You're dumb dumb dumb
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Cameron Frye - Keep On
02:53
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It’s easy to feel defeated when half of the world is against you
He said, “Hey Emily, buck up, this is how things are supposed to be.”
I think hiding and crying would be the best for me
I’ll join my friends soon, they’re so brave, they’re so much more braver than me
But I’ll sing,
“Keep on fighting,
Keep on fighting,
Keep on fighting,
It’ll be all right.”
This problem is larger than galaxies, you’d see it if you’d only open your eyes
People are out on the street begging for basic human rights
And that’s not right
And we’ll sing,
“Keep on fighting,
Keep on fighting,
Keep on fighting,
It’ll be all right.”
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Breaking down on the broadcast
You’re breaking up, I must have heard you wrong
Breaking down demographics
Cracking up in living rooms alone
And we all fall down the spiral
It’s been a year, a mailbox over
What’s her name, it might start with an “L”
Hear the bang, built from whimpers
Voyeurs of hollowness evolve
And we all fall down
And we all fall down the spiral
Give me post-apocalypses
In the post-information age
Tell me now, cause I wonder
Should I feel more hysterical?
What a miracle
Nineteen Eighty-Four (People of Oceania)
Never went to war (People of Oceania)
Screens for decor (People of Oceania)
Technicolor core (People of Oceania)
You can’t have our souls (People of Oceania)
You can’t have our souls (People of Oceania)
You can’t have our souls (People of Oceania)
You can’t have our souls (People of Oceania)
Oh, your miracle (People of Oceania)
Feels too physical (People of Oceania)
To have our souls (People of Oceania)
You can’t have our souls (People of Oceania)
And we all fall down
And we all fall down
And we all fall down the spiral
People of Oceania
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Come all aboard the asylum train
Destination media bug in your brain
You got no ticket, but he could fix it for now
The conductor, a white man, he takes a bow
We’re on the tracks to derail the train
The chugging motions, emotionless days
Think your smart, you read your book
But no windows open to give a second look
We’re on the tracks to derail the train
The chugging motions, emotionless days
You sit alone and read facebook
The whole world is all some kind of crook
A choo choo
A choo choo
A choo choo
Train
Crash
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8. |
Tender Mercy - The Worst
03:53
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You're definitely not the first
You probably won't be the last
But your certainly the absolute worst
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Verse 1
These are the days of low hanging fruit
These are the days we call post truth
Rebranded fools, call them all "alt right"
We all know it's supremacist white
Chorus
While the man in the castle
Tramples the rabble
And artfully crafts the deal
Verse 2
Intellectuals painted in villainy
Sciences are now a conspiracy
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Every people, they walk along,
and I stay silent on the phone,
while They grab what's not their own.
Anger rising, as we turn round to the tone
Anger rising, as they cut us from our bones
And I stay silent as I'm pushed from my home
But I can no longer fight it, I must yell for my own.
Too late, I have spoken too late.
Every people, band together now.
And I stay silent watching from the window.
But I can fight it, I can push the ebb and flow.
Too late, I have spoken too late.
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I don't need no dead man coming, knocking on my door trying to eat my brain // i don't need some failed world summit, melting ice-caps turned tidal waves // i don't need to know how you get your money; you make more than me, and that's ok // all i need's your love, pretty baby, and a bed to sleep in through the heat of the day
I remember back when my mind was young; the world had a halo, and the trees all talked // i remember gathering wild onions, pulling 'em up when the earth was soft // i remember thinking that if i were to run away I could survive on the fish i caught // i don't know when all of the magic stopped; i feel it again after a couple of shots
When the room starts to spin, i hope that you will be my friend // pick me up, take me outside // i want proof that i am still alive; i want to dance under the starry sky // as the world burns before our eyes // oh, it's a mad time to be alive, and i'm so glad that i am alive // i'm so glad that i am alive // i'm so glad that you are alive
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Restaurnaut - Quicksand
02:21
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Your prejudices will crumble
Under the tower of hatred that you
You built upon quicksand
And now you're sinking slowly
Wasted
Jaded
Estranged
You're falling apart
Better hold yourself together man
And we, we better,
We better hold each others hands
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nebulosa - america
06:37
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In a world where money talks
And the truth remains unspoken
There's a rise of a hate-filled walk
A sleeping bigotry's been awoken
Chorus 1: It's leader claims only he can fix.
Divisions in our national mix
Just trust him, don't put up a fight
Be glad you're free, now give up your rights.
Followers decry incivility
But want the freedom to discriminate
Say they need religious liberty
That's practiced by refusing to serve gays.
Chorus 2: Their leader - he has promised this
To fight tension in the national mix
Claims Jesus Christ wants it that way
And those who disagree must pay
His followers now on the prowl
Seeking people they can now attack
Their leader's rallies an example now
To target women, the media and blacks
Chorus 3: Their leader claims only he can fix
The tension in our national mix
Those who oppose him must say when
To make this nation great again.
If you're faith's different than be alert.
'Cause the leader wants to take away your rights
Keeping them will involve struggle and hurt
'Cause in their eyes greatness is just for whites
Chorus 4: The leader - he has promised this.
To fight tension in the national mix
Fans the flames of bigotry
To further his followers' hypocrisy
He drained the swamp and son we find
He hired the worst among the slime
Vent falsehoods about climate change
It's okay as long as donors get paid
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These walls are tired and soft with time
The floors are dark they do not shine
There's no one left to foot the bill
So they'll tear it town into a rubble, tear it down into a rubble hill
Send them down, send them down
Down down across the hill
Well tear them down, tear them down
Down into a rubble, down into a rubble hill
You'll take their money, they'll take your will
They'll send you down across the rubble hill
And all that's left to sing the blues
Is an old suitcase and worn-out shoes
Send them down, send them down
Down down across the hill
Well tear them down, tear them down
Down into a rubble, down into a rubble hill
Well the man with the money is here to stay
He's a man with desire for real estate
He's gonna build these walls with pillars of salt
He's gonna build his glory from a rubble, build his glory from a rubble hill
Send them down, send them down
Down down across the hill
Well tear them down, tear them down
Down into a rubble, down into a rubble hill
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Now is not the time to hide or run away in fear
cuz we've learned from history exactly what's happening here
are we just going to sit back and watch it all unfold
pretend nothings happening and do what we're told
I know that I am privileged and I yes I am white
but that doesn't mean that can't stand up and fight
for my brothers and my sisters whatever shade they are
cuz underneath our skin we are all hiding up our scars
how do we break the cycle how do we break the chain
are the questions we keep asking again and again
you can say this is how it is that's how will always be
or we can rise together for the sake of humanity
cuz the earth she is screaming, screaming for a change
don't you see her bleeding don't you think it's strange
that it's summer in November, some say it's cuz were in hell
but I've seen heaven at my back door and this much I can tell
there is something bigger than you or me
than the color of our skin or making money
it's bigger than I hate and it's bigger than fear
and when we're gone it'll still be here
how do we break the cycle how do we break the chain
are the questions we keep asking again and again
you can say this is how it is that's how will always be
or we can rise together for the sake of humanity
so the choice is up to you can you rise above
can you stand up for those that are hurt can you show them love
cuz it's all a matter of perspective whatever you choose to see
it's just a reflection of yourself reflected off of me
and I've heard people say after dark there is light
let us help each other through the dark here, take my flashlight
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Ruhe - Lowhigh
03:33
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I'm going down baby, Im stumbling and hungry
I'm going down help me I'm confused and hurting
When they go low we go high
I'm going down I've fallen I'm desperate and starving
I'm going down baby don't think that I have much longer
When they go low we go high
Left and right I've been
Don't know up from down anymore
Wrong and right have happened
So now how do we settle the score?
While others play King and queen
I've been left in between
I can't stand it anymore
Yeah I can't stand it anymore
Yeah I can't stand it anymore
I'm going down baby, Im stumbling and hungry
I'm going down help me I'm confused and hurting
When they go low we go high
I'm going down I've fallen with calloused hands and bruised knees
I'm going down baby I think that I'll take you with me
When they go lower go high
Down this rabbit hole again
With a broken back and heart
They say they're trying to keep us together
But we've never been further apart
With this broken back and heart
We've never been further apart
I'm going down baby, Im stumbling and hungry
I'm going down help me I'm confused and hurting
When they go low we go high
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an artist's duty
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"An artist’s duty, as far as I’m concerned, is to reflect the times. I think that is true of painters, sculptors, poets, musicians. As far as I’m concerned, it’s their choice, but I CHOOSE to reflect the times and situations in which I find myself. That, to me, is my duty. And at this crucial time in our lives, when everything is so desperate, when everyday is a matter of survival, I don’t think you can help but be involved. Young people, black and white, know this. That’s why they’re so involved in politics. We will shape and mold this country or it will not be molded and shaped at all anymore. So I don’t think you have a choice. How can you be an artist and NOT reflect the times? That to me is the definition of an artist." --Nina Simone
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Tell me how to be
and I'll say I told you so
I've been wrong before
but I never really know
It's all there if you look
open up, read a book
tune right in and you'll see
here i am, peace on earth
it's simple
peace on earth (rpt to infinity)
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