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So now the years are rolling by,
and it’s not long since you and I
could have been train drivers and astronauts.
And now we’re stuck in furnished ruts,
but yet the thing that really cuts
is that we can’t remember how we got caught.
Filtered air, computer screens, muffled sighs and might-have-beens
count your blessings, then breathe, and count to ten.
And though it doesn’t often show, we are scared
because we know our forefathers were farmers and fishermen.
And so the world has changed, worse or better’s hard to tell,
but my hope remains within the arms of Isabel.
So now our calloused hands once told a story honest
as it’s old of sowing seeds and setting sail.
But now our hands are soft and weak
and working seven days a week at these salvation schemes that are bound to fail.
And I’ll admit that I am scared of what I don’t understand.
But darling, if you’re there, gentle voice and soothing hands,
to quiet my despair, to shore up all my plans, darling, if you’re there...
And so the world has changed, and I must change as well.
The machines we’ve made will damn us into hell.
And the time will come when all must save themselves.
I will save my soul in the arms of Isabel.
Frank Turner
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Waiting for the Miracle |
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Competition |
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Isn't everybody tired of the fighting?
Isn't everybody tired of the killing?
Isn't everybody tired of the dying?
Isn't everybody tired of the hatred?
Violence.. fighting... killing...dying...
I don't wanna die
I don't wanna kill
I don't wanna kill
I don't wanna die
We are all human
It's time to prove it
(c) Anti-Flag
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the best |
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Illumination |
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Don't believe them for a moment
For a second, do not believe, my friend
When you are down, them are not coming
With a helping hand
Of course there is no us and them
But them they do not think the same
It's them who do not think the same
It's them who do not think...
They never step on spiritual path
They paint their faces so differently from ours
And if you listen closely
That war it never stops
That war it never stops
That war...
Be them new romans
Don't envy them my friend
Be their lives longer
All their longer lives are spent
Without a love or faithful friend
All those things they have to rent
Yeah, all those things they have to rent
All those things...
But we who see our destiny
In sound of this same old punk song
Let rest originality for sake of passing it around
Illuminating realization number one:
You are the only light there is
For yourself my friend
There'll be no saviors any soon coming down
And anyway illuminations
Never come from the crowned
Illuminating realization number one:
You are the only light there is
For yourself my friend
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Comfortably numb |
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There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
And I have become
Comfortably numb.
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Well I've never seen us act like this
Our only hope is the minds of kids
And they'll show us a thing or two
Our only weapons are the guns of youth
It's only time before they tighten the noose
And then the hunt will be on for you
Like the smallest bee packs a sting
Like a pawn checkmates a King
We'll attack at the crack of dawn
Build a ladder if there's a wall
Don't be afraid to slip and fall
Speak for yourself or they'll speak for you
The Red Flag waving never meant the same
No... The Red Flag waving never meant the same
Cast off the crutch that kills the pain
The Red Flag waving never meant the same
The kids of tomorrow don't need today
When they live in the sins of yesterday
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If we are here not to do
What you and I wanna do
And go forever crazy with it
Why the hell are we even here?
There was never any good old days
They are today, they are tomorrow
It's a stupid thing we say
Cursing tomorrow with sorrow
When we stand here in a row
Looking like a bunch of heroes
I know that deep inside
Nothing more but bunch of zeroes
Skolko utetchki tepla
Vot takaja vot sudba
Nam segodnja suzdena
A bit mozget chto kogda da-j povezet!
Steppin' on the trail of Ultimate
I would never choose to die
so give me rest of all the secrets
give me new culture of life
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It's hard,
hard, not to sit on your hands,
burrow your head in the sand,
hard, not to make other plans
and claim that you?ve done all you can,
all alone
and life
must go on.
Its hard,
hard, to stand up for what's right
and bring home the bacon each night,
hard, not to break down and cry,
when every ideal that you tried
has been wrong.
But you must
carry on.
It's hard,
but you know it's worth the fight,
cause you know you?ve got the truth on your side,
when the accusations fly.
Hold tight!
Don't be afraid of what they'll say.
Who cares what cowards think anyway,
They will understand one day,
one day.
It's hard,
hard, when you're here all alone
and everyone else's gone home.
Harder to know right from wrong
when all objectivity's gone
and it's gone.
But you still
carry on.
'cause you,
you are the only one left
and you've got to clean up this mess.
You know you'll end up like the rest
Bitter and twisted - unless
you stay strong
And you
carry on.
It's hard,
but you know it's worth the fight,
cause you know you've got the truth on your side,
when the accusations fly.
Hold tight!
Don't be afraid of what they'll say.
Who cares what cowards think anyway,
They will understand one day,
one day.
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You don't mean it
You need a uniform
So you won't be ignored
You are affected
And so you're accepted
It's time you invested in a bottle of poison
So we don't have to hear about you bitchin and moanin
You think you could afford a fuckin bottle of asprin
Boo fuckin hoo you're not the only one whose live's a piece of shit
And yet miraculously somehow we all seem to deal with it
Did anybody think that you would really seriously slit your wrists
In fact I think that everybody thinks you're seriously full of shit
You don't mean it
You need a uniform
So you won't be ignored
You are affected
And so you're accepted
It's time you invested in a bottle of poison
So we don't have to hear about you bitchin and moanin
You think you could afford a fuckin bottle of asprin
You think you're saying something relevant as you connect the dots
You never realized you have to get in line to suck a cock
You're telling me that fifty million screaming fans are never wrong
I'm telling you that fifty million screaming fans are fucking morons
You don't mean it
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