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Folkin' You Up!
03:00
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Folkin' You Up!
Molotov Folktale back again, time to folk shit up, c'mon start yer dancin'
swing yer pardners round 'n' round, c'mon stomp them feets down to the ground
clap yer hand now, hoot 'n' howl, c'mon scream 'n' shout now, yip 'n' yowl
move them hips now, is that ass swingin', c'mon, circle 'round that fire singin'
bringin' the ruckus! burnin' cities to the ground! we're tearing up the streets tonight! yeah, we're bringin' it down!!!
as civilization crumbles, you've been warned!
we got these empty bottles, some oil and gasoline
rags and some matches, let's take this to the streets
we'll crash the fuckin' party, we'll host an all out riot
we'll dance around with all our friends, we'll dance into the night
as the cities smolder rises, we'll be dancin' 'round, we'll be dancin' 'round the fires
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Now This War Has Two Sides
there's a riot in my mind
there's a fire on the inside
an insurrection in my spirit
this heart is a bomb waiting
to go off
we are weak, we are dumb
we're too smart, we're too strong
is this vice or is this virtue?
even monsters can seem beautiful
we're all fucked, and you're fucked too
though we are much the same, i am nothing like you
in all that you expect from someone else
lie the very things that you won't do yourself
i try my best to be just like i am
but all ya'll want me to be just like your own selves
and now you wanna go to war with me?
well you can't match determination like this
every critic just a hack
every judge a scum fuck shit bag
have all the rebels lost the spirit?
is this just just fashioning rebellion?
fuck your resentment, i owe you nothing
no apologies for the sake of sentiment
i will never surrender my identity
not to you, no, not to anybody
you're so determined to grind me down
but these sparks will fly and guess who gets burnt now?
brought to your knees by your own cynicism
you tried to take me down but i'm still standing
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3. |
Fight Where You Stand
03:33
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Fight Where You Stand
depressions, recessions, joy lives in the prospect of new beginnings
oil in the sea, catastrophe, drive up the price to pay, driving to insanity
stare in awe, once chance to see it all, no hoping, no praying, no waiting for the fall
get up off your knees, stand to your feet, rise to the occasion, this chance is ours to keep
our future forever remains unwritten
rise up, fight where you stand
our destiny remains in our own hands
rise up, fight where you stand
all wars on all fronts; for oil, on terror, for peace, for what?
the big shots get the big bucks, plundering economies, C.E.O.'s on the run
cash out before it caves in, welcoming the populace to armeggeddon
smug fucking complacency, wither away, in comes a new reality
in this triumph of tragedy
we'll leave a wake in the hearts with dead beats
draw your swords, wage your wars
there's nothing left lose when tossing this rotted core
the beggars, the poor, the hungry
our hearts set on bringing down our common enemy
their bodies hanging, flesh burned from skin
beaten and bruised, let these be their blessings
watch it all wash away
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4. |
Bringin' It Down!!!
04:03
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Bringin' It Down!!!
we are the danger, the excitement, we are the thrill of the risk
the strategy is to gain the leverage over the oppressive, we must up the tactics
for the rolling tears, the broken hearts, the rushing blood, the boiling points
the frenzied chaos, the tension in our guts, the pain, the hurt
now we take aim, we break the chains, we organize, resist or die, rise to the call
we'll show them our hate, let them taste our rage, we'll smash what's left, we will destroy them all
but not one of us they'll spare and when they attack they may not hesitate to kill
for every one of us, all of them and the stronger our will
you can't stop us now, we're bringin' it down!
see they forget that those of us who take the blows we will never forget
their profits, production, destruction, oppression, tick, tick, tick, tick, the timer's been set
their system's gettin' hacked, infrastructure attacked, endgame, check mate, off with their heads
we are the poor, the tired, the hungry, the young and old, the dispossessed, the rest
we will tear them up, we will beat them down, the line is drawn here and now
for the degradation of our earth, our minds, our bodies, we will bring them down
and when they crucify we will resurrect and bring it all back around again
until they've learned the lessons from this pain, we will hunt down every last one of them
now we are angered, they are trembling, their world is about to implode
they can't stop this, you know they'll try, and we will push this as far as it will go
this is resistance, effective militance, more than the overdue insurrection
the unraveling of their reality, the end of their world as they know it
so enough with the sniveling, grumbling, whimpering and whining of complaints
your do nothing voiced opinion, snooty finger pointing cowardice
get the fuck up, rebel, wipe that complacent, smug smirk off your face
cos they've got their targets on us all, put them in their place, make them pay
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5. |
Electric Funeral
02:12
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Electric Funeral
well i'll tell you a little story, a plan of attack
the sabotage of power lines, where the grid gets zapped
most towers are highly vulnerable to small groups or individuals
here's some sabotage techniques to bring on the electric funeral
to strike at the heart of the industrial infrastructure
remove bolts from steel towers, if bolts are welded use hacksaw power
you can shoot out the conductors, same goes for the insulators
chainsaws or crosscut saws are good for wooden towers
metallic (mylar) balloons cane fuse the lines, even blow up the transformers
most towers are isolated, only checked once a week
in areas unpopulated, a clear sign the grid is weak
so welcome to the wasteland, it's time to start anew
it's time to reclaim the earthly paradise our ancestors once knew
prophecies are coming true as the cycle nears completion
global warming, acid rain, advanced ozone depletion
the signs of the times are everywhere, let's make sure that we're prepared
to finish off the mega machine before it can be repaired
and when the power lines come crashing down, and the roads disintegrate
we'll blend in with the pounding rains and move to smash the state
goodnight!
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6. |
Poetry In Motion
02:15
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Poetry In Motion
well you'd best get over your fears and insecurities
feel the slaughter of the world while you sit there silently
pacified and numb, another sheep in the herd
it takes action over suggestion, deeds not words
dying in the death grip of industrial haze
in a world left behind the sun is setting on the end days
instinct lights the night sky, passion burns through our hearts
in this creation, destruction is our bitter art
we'll scream like rockets through the sky and leave this world in flames
we'll dance among the ruins in the struggle for a life untamed
we'll drown this kings of babylon in the blood of their conquests
we'll move like poetry in motion and dance the dance of violence
on this path of refusal as we chase our feral visions
we'll thrive like weeds in every crack and every crevice
no need to justify this fire inside
just defy, allow these flames to run wild
out of the darkness our rage will be heard
a notice to the civilized, every city will burn
we'll leave every tower toppled, every factory disabled
proceed beyond the limits, c'mon now, forward into battle
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7. |
Those Who Die Dancing
01:19
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Those Who Die Dancing
insurgent passion will set our hearts on fire
in the need to confirm burning dreams and desires
chaotic outlaws in the untamed play of pleasure
insurgent passion will set this world on fire
what goes up must come down, war on tinsel town
no compromise in our defense, impassioned violence
provoke this struggle to new heights, dancing sparks ignite
a dance none civilized could endure, ecstatic terror
downtown riots, bombs sound off, a heightening onslaught
cocktails explode, renegade death blows, civil order erodes
system breaks down, rulers uncrowned, structures burn to the ground
transforming lives, toppled power lines, deeds sing our battle cries
this death machine sabotaged in willful rebellion
refusing limits and boundaries, an untamed fury
in creation and destruction, our raging passion
lay waste to civilization, lush insurrection
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8. |
Strike Anywhere
01:55
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Strike Anywhere
well i've been handing out match for a reason
take a look around, 'tis the fire season
cos nothing ever burns down by itself
every fire needs a little bit of help
pick your target, how 'bout the factories
developments, them car lots, whatever you please
take to the night, blue black and grey
from where you came don't leave the same
strike that match, light it up, and let it burn
every single action, ya know, could bring the storm
be prepared for anything, stay fit, straight mind
covered face, cotton gloves, running shoes, it's time
early in the A.M., you'd better have a good plan
a tight crew, the right tools, and know the land
know what to do if an agent knocks at your door
remember they're the enemy and we're at war
don't be predictable, confusion buys time
action without measure, conditions always right
putting that bold circled A into practice
desire armed, insurrectionary action
action, GO!
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9. |
Expect Resistance
02:17
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Expect Resistance
it's funny how we do exist unto each other when we try to place our own values unto one another
denounce and criticize when our standards aren't met and when they are; conditional praise and recognition
we'll reassure our own worth by talking shit and with enough we'll be convinced of our rightness
so who are you? cos it seems where i end you begin, together in this as individuals my friends
cos we are the artists and poets of our own lives
with a bold passion our fancies do take flight
and once we've discovered that our dreams can come true
we'll see the light beyond the wreckage shining on through
glistening off the bright eyes of young rebels in love
following their hearts to the end of the world, the obvious conclusion
outside the boundaries of who is wrong, who is right
there's an empty field, i'll meet you there tonight
if we could learn to celebrate our uniqueness would our differences still be held against us?
can understanding settle all these petty arguments, can resolve become preventative action?
if we could learn to accept our own selves would we no longer need to judge one another?
if we'd embrace in others what we ourselves might dislike could we see the worth and value of another's joys in life?
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10. |
Dear Abby
03:17
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Dear Abby
have you ever felt your self worth crushed, like you're unworthy of another's respect and recognition?
have you ever tried and tried to lend your heart to another only to be met with smug indifference?
ever find yourself failing to live up to standards that weren't set by your own self?
facing unsaid, unmet expectations, voiced through resentment with detriment to your emotional health?
this is why sometimes resolve becomes contempt and hate
the abuse which one leads unto another is enough to seal this fate
i've tip toed on egg shells, so afraid to be myself out of fear of anothers reaction
i've closed myself off for survival, so scared to be the cause and the brunt of the next confrontation
i've stood silently in the face of manipulation, through blind judgement and unsolicited criticism
i've felt i wasn't good enough, i never tried enough, the cause of blame, it's all my fault, i am the guilty one
it's time to get out!
it's time to get the fuck out!!
it's time to get out!!!
NO, NEVER AGAIN!!!!
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11. |
Operation: Fire Back
03:42
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Operation: Fire Back
at your front door around 4 am in the early morning
early bird gets the worm but we're looking for a snitch rat bastards head instead
now awaken from your dreams escape, oh i sure hope it was worth it
cos now you've got 8 black clad, black masked kids around your bed, yeah, you're surrounded
now don't bother screaming cos no one's fucking listening
don't bother begging or pleading, you'll get no salvation, no redemption
snitches get stitches by sticks and stones and fists swinging
we've got a bone to pick and few to break, split lips and ears left ringing
oh, i smell a rat and we're coming after you! you'd better run, you'd better hide, your time is through
for every one of the lives you've put away, you've got enemies with nothing to lose out to see you pay
now should they be tarred and feathered, lit on fire, shot execution style?
beheaded in a guillotine, or bludgeoned and paralyzed but left alive?
drown one in a pool of blood from another as they're skinned and gutted?
or hang one by a noose made from the others stank ass lower intestine?
hook and gut them like a fish while they're still alive and breathing?
ripped limbs from bodies by racking, teeth torn from skulls while they're still screaming?
smash their faces with a hammer, leave them murdered and maimed in a gutter?
cut out their hearts with a rusty blade, serve them back to the pigs as the main platter?
it's judgment day and we're coming after you!
like you've come for us, and no, your government won't save you
cos you've sided with scum fucks finest
smug rapists, snide C.E.O.'s, the ruling tyrants
ya'll perpetrating your own damn crimes
espionage, entrapment, just pawns for the F.B.I.
did you ever think for your cause you might die?
well i hope it paid off well, cos soon enough will come your time
wait, i take it back, see i didn't mean it. THIS IS ALL FOR ENTERTAINMENT ONLY!
just leave them be, let them live instead, find love and a mortgage with the prospect of kids
let their american dreams sink in, then show up at their doors when they least expect it
molotovs in hand, knock, knock, and that door opens...
LIGHT IT UP! LET IT BURN!!
dash into the night time singing.....
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12. |
I Bomb Cops
01:23
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I Bomb Cops
some say cops are people just like you or me
well i'll tell ya, i ain't never met one like, now how 'bout you?
see it takes a certain kind of mind fuck to want relations based on power
these assholes believe violence only goes down from atop their towers
so why befriend a pig, they ain't here to serve me or my community
they're just the bastard watchdogs of state and corporate property
so fuck all pigs, and i don't give a shit if they be your parents or siblings
cos when i see them crews dressed in blue i'll tell you what that makes me wanna do
pass the matches, i got a plan, douse 'em with gas, light up the man
cos a pacifist on fire is a waste, but a cop, now that's good taste
so hey come join the fun, we're having a pig roast tonight
let's head down to the donut shop, we're looking to pick a fight
it's black clad versus blue, time for head stompin', now bite the curb pig
we'll shoot 'em with their own guns too, oh damn, i find that funny
cos you know there's only one way to cure the pig problem
with a smokehouse, some sea salt, throw a bit of seasoning on 'em
and when squad cars roll by our weapons of choice won't fail
bricks, rocks and my favorite, molotov cocktails
and when folks say why the violence, that ain't the right thing to do
i'll say, "well, shit, if i could love cops to death i'd sure as hell try that too!"
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13. |
Sink or Swim
03:15
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Sink or Swim
now i want you all to take a real serious look around
i want you to realize that all this shit is coming down
and no, no, no, not wishfully, this ain't no pipe-dream just cos you refuse to see it
now honestly, this is reality, keep in mind big ships sink slowly
now when the shit falls from the fan to the floor and all the grocery stores close their doors
it's martial law and there's civil war from door to door, shore to shore
when the oil wells run dry and you can't drive, there's no work, no more production line
deceased electricity, darkened cities, oh my, the end of times
and i'll repeat it again and again, your choices; sink or swim
now think, how will you eat and when you're sick what will be your medicine?
winter is coming, without fire you ain't got no heat
there's no running water from that sink, so tell me what you're gonna do when you get thirsty?
now this ain't no scare, this might just become a real life nightmare (or dream come true?)
it could happen anywhere and everywhere, so tell me, will you be prepared?
we're like frogs in pots boiling, boiling, boiling, we're burning up, we just don't realize it
so i'll repeat it again and again and again and again, sink or swim
while the world is burning i'll be singing
to the shoreline i'll be swimming while you're sinking
your failing hope is saving nothing, stuck believing
what your mind is thinking, averting you from action
babylon is falling, can't you see it?
we're living in ruins, begin preparing for its destruction
when it arrives will you be dying or surviving or thriving?
i'll repeat it again, sink or swim
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14. |
Expect The Unexpected
02:51
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Expect The Unexpected
well everyone's been askin' the question when? oh when will armageddon begin?
is this the end we're in? this world is a burnin', seems everybody's thinkin' the same thing; this world's end
doomsday scenes on every news stand and T.V. screen, it seems apocalyptic up in these streets
it could be prophecies, the eve of 2013, anything's a possibility, i guess we'll see
you can never know what the future will bring
no, mother fucker, you ain't ready
now let reality sink in real deep
no, mother fucker, you ain't ready
now wake up, pay attention my friends, our fate an unknown end in a world ever changin'
but these ideas in your head of how to react to these crisis has got you stackin' all your eggs in one basket
now don't believe everything you read or see, especially beliefs, see things just ain't what they seem
no lifestyle we lead, no philosophy, no god, no earth will ever save you or me
now what will it be, oil's peak, economies collapsing globally, or spread of deadly disease
a population increase, an epidemic infertility, or just maybe virus made zombies
it might be ecocide, or when moon falls from sky, comets or meteorites, maybe coal blackened skies
erratic storms, droughts, maybe the rapture, when the sun burns no more, or nuclear war disaster
the climate's changin' causing massive crop shortage, call it global warming, is the ice age coming
or this machines cogs keep turning leaving nothing cos you ran to the hills instead of resisting?
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15. |
The Sheep Look Up
03:24
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The Sheep Look Up
your lovely children need their medicine
to seal up the cracks that let the devil in
your thirsty lawn it needs some watering
your shiny car it needs some gasoline
snap your fingers someone shines your shoes
got your briefcase full of cocaine and booze
you kings of thieves have got the most to lose
a tie like that will make a lovely noose
the sea is splitting open, babylon is sinking,
so drop anchor and wait for the flood
the sky is raining ashes, babylon is burning,
our hearts ablaze with terror and delight
the earth is tearing open, babylon is falling in,
we dance like ghosts along the jagged cliff
a storm is coming, omens sound from all directions,
so gather with the ones you love
no water you can drink, no air that you can breath
the stores are full of poison food that you can't eat
you're living scared of all the people on the street
your life is wrapped in plastic, buried in concrete
you dam the rivers, flood the desert, burn the trees
you kill what you can't tame, enslave what you can't eat
we'll kick and bite and spit as long as we still breath
our joy's a weapon, with these fires it is free
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