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And if they can't sway public opinion
Then noone ever talked about a democratic process
What, you think popular vote is what makes a decision?
Well no, now you've given the recommendation
To found a comission to work out a recommendation
And Years of diverse protest brought forth his declaration
That could be a justification against destroying this planet
If only someone actually enacted the due legislation
But they, they have the education
Even if some of it may be fake
Work hard, always have a cheap explanation
On hand for pushes for surveillance, their condemnation
Of racialized communities, struggles for justice, liberation and autonomy
They have the experience and bourgie networking skills
To take over the rudder
Before those complicated concepts of participation get out of hand
Paternalist disenfranchisement
Puppets of capital, hell bent
On squeezing the last drop of profit from every last piece of land
All in this so-called paradise
So full of democracy, welfare and wealth
Kept running by devastating extraction through
International, transcontinental
Economic mechanisms
Their origins of blood and destruction
So undeniably clear, yet obstructed
By neoliberal, white-supremacist misconceptions
Made fact by means of militarized intervention
Massacres, rallied for under false pretense
By ruthless war profiteers, hell bent
On squeezing the last drop of profit
From every last piece of land
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It's Winter Soon Again
04:33
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It's winter soon again
Dark skies, gloomy days
While much snow may not fall
We fear trees and houses will
It's winter soon again
Once more will the biting cold
Stop many heartbeats, lives deprived
For the sake of abstract profits
For uninvolved anonymous aristocrats
Who'll get their way against popular vote
Sham democracy, presented by shilling clowns
Under flags of various shades of basically brown
So to the barricades, to the barricades
For the anarchist revolution
To the barricades, to the barricades
For the anarchist revolution
Its winter soon again
Dark skies, gloomy days
Megacorp conglomerations
I fucking wish they were all faceless
Consolidating access and distribution
Of our art, education and entertainment
Shaping channels of communication
In service of rhetoric of reaction and exploitation
While their representatives on podium and airwaves
In their performances of participative politics
Keep claiming emancipation and the downtrodden frustrations
As causes for their team
On the side of empire building
War, murder, unjust law, chauvinist social order
So to the barricades, to the barricades
For the anarchist revolution
To the barricades, burning barricades
For the anarchist revolution
It's winter soon again
Many a chance to remember those
Murdered by fascists and otherizing systems
In material manifestation of manipulated conceptions of the human condition
Enforcement of intersecting
social contraptions in service of mythologized hierarchies
Siblings, rest in power
But no rest for the wicked that are left, and no rest for power
Cause no matter the biting cold
We stand strong and in anger
Fighting those opposed to something better
Those forcing every living thing
To cower in the shadows of
Fictitious palaces
With gardens of plastic plants
And rabid macho sniper guards
Pillars made from fear and exploitation
So to the barricades, to the barricades
For the anarchist revolution
To the barricades, to the barricades
For the anarchist revolution
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FCIHTIHTD (2023 ver.)
04:11
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Death and flames, to the
Vioelence glimming its presence into
Every hour of our lives
Any walk through the streets
Which we should call ours
For every attempt at
Traumatising teens
For every attack on the
Spaces where we feel free
Can get a moment to breath
For reflection on the personal
Connecting with your next of kin
Learning from everyone and
Organising
Direct action
Against all the other
Bullshit
And against you cause
A C A T
You should be playing
Roulette all over town
Expect more than just
Paintbombs
(x3) and rocks
From Breonna, to Maria, to Oury
You're fucking murderers, and don't you forget
That we'll take revenge first one by one, and then all at once
When we squat houses
Vacant, rotting away
To find new rooms for our creative and social
Self-organized spaces to stay
You say we're breaking the law
While you take any minor excuse to break
Into peoples houses, smash up flats
On your obvious coke trips, living out fantasies
Of personal, self-enforced order and supremacy
Never shy to take aim
The latest devitrified bank
The latest
Dented cop car
Won't be the last
You should be playing
Roulette all over town
Expect more than just
Paintbombs
(x2) and rocks
Endless empty promises
But reform's a pipe dream, and we'll never forget
Never forgive for anyone you've taken
Rest in power Tort and Tyre
Violence, escalating
At the hands of fascist state service
Cops fuck up their own officers
Then, justify murder by shifted blame
Side by side with neonazi pissers
Setting rhetorical just as literal flames
Their Words and actions all the same
Law and order, father nation and state
Fuck your extractionist entitlement
Fight your chauvinist, racist economy and institutions
You should be playing
Roulette all over town
Expect more than just
Paintbombs
(x2) and rocks
Expect to be playing
Roulette all over town
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forest song
03:43
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Falling raindrops on the tarp
Above the fire that keeps us warm
As on the treetops, in the houses
Each others bodies do
To utopia and dread
Alike, we look ahead
Tread on those dilluting laws
While falling trees and the noise of chainsaws
Are coming closer everyday
As it's nature on which they prey
Simply living into the day
We never know what we'll do tomorrow
Only that we'll have stories to tell
Of fighting, and caring
To the wind rustling through the tarp
Above the fire, that keeps us warm
And we heat our cacao on
And that dries out clothes
While we're singing till we're sick
Of the few songs that we know
Living and dreaming of
Liberty, wildness and siblinghood
Living together, fighting the isolation
Of commercial ineterests and hierarchical expectations
Fighting together, for each and every tree
For a live in consideration of every living thing
They tore down all of the tarp
Above the fire that keeps us warm
Now we sleep every night
Only till the first sunlight
Accompanied by chainsaws and screams
marching police, through our home
Where there used to be tree are now standing machines
Of murder, destruction,
Violence and eviction
Some of metal, some of flesh
All of them, I wanna see smashed
TO PIECES
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describing unity Berlin, Germany
anarcha-queer folk punk with ukulele, synths n lotsa disdain for cops, capitalism, colonialism and the cis-endo-het-
patriarchy.
Political acoustic punk somewhere between post-hardcore and anarchist campfire music.
+++UPCOMING SHOWS:+++
10.5. @ Linie206, Berlin
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some more great local anarchist queer folk-punk, kinda soft n wholesome!
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new synth album in my urban ambient/dreampunk/noise project!
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Radical thought and practice from one of the most consequential punk bands today.
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