Vanzetti

by Vanzetti

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1.
Everyone wants to escape But they expect us to build the railroad If no one else sees this rape Then don't expect us to be the heroes With the culprits at large Ask yourself who's in charge Throw the chief into the fire If he's born unto the flames Throw the chief into the lake If he ceases to expire throw yourself into the fire
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Family 04:06
We're given these pounds to carry Given this cross to bear Asked to give with nothing owned The individual often unhumbled In the turnstiles of propaganda Bite your tongue when you think you're right You're always right when you don't listen to reason Just seek the love to find the truth And praise the sun As your one and only true GOD When all our friends come back to life Born to the flames and conscious Millennia after creation is our time Martyr we must Barter we trust Money we cuss Weld the vaults shut Let the banks rust Let the banks rust Let the banks rust Let them all rust Black lion lay your gutter grave Pink swine keep it more or less the same Fat cat die with a stomach full Marionette dance for the public show We're told enough to keep us civil When the truth bears a torch and shovel They know not to incite public rage Teach them to love it and they'll never leave their cage The 9 to 5 does not keep the family alive The 9 to 5 does not keep the family alive Pull the black lion's tail Black lion lay your gutter grave Pink swine keep it more or less the same Fat cat die with a stomach full President dance for the public show We're told enough to keep us civil When the truth bears a torch and shovel They know not to incite public rage Teach them to love it and they'll never leave their cage The 9 to 5 does not keep the family alive But we're expected to do it ‘til the day we die Pull the black lion's tail
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Come out of your hiding places Let's show the sun your faces Totalitarian sunrise in the east When we say murder the say casualties Boys in blue tell another lie Slap them on and lock them up Don't ever tell 'em why We are not your smoking gun We are not your setting sun You can be communist or anarchist Or sick of all the lies A hinduistic minimalist Or tribalistic mind I tip-toe through ignited battlefields Meticulously venting for a Glimpse into this fleeting world where We are not your smoking gun We are not your setting sun We are not your proud Giant hordes of fools will gather to our circle chants In broken homes and ruins to listen to our rants Dancing to their deaths The tribal chants caress The quandaries in their loose head nests Will drive the armies through the gates but We are not your smoking gun We are not your setting sun We are not your proud And as the children sang the demons lay the blame the weighted children skip down to the river bank Our souls lift above all the abuse But hung low to gaze into the eyes of the accused We are bitter than most and harbor several ghosts We're marching two by two in beat We sing to find the antidote 'cause We are not your smoking gun We are not your setting sun We are not your proud Generation
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Ethiopics 05:34
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Bodachs 04:26
The shores your Descendants wander still Ignoring dull cries While propaganda kills The shores your Descendants wander still Ignoring dull cries While propaganda kills We beg the ocean (We crave the ocean) To drown the privileged (We crave the ocean) We beg the ocean (We crave the ocean) To drown the privileged (We crave the ocean) They live We sleep They thrive We're sheep They live We sleep They thrive We're sheep They live We sleep They thrive We're sheep They live We sleep... On corporate trash heaps
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Red walls again Seeking placid days Bordering a woeful scene Liquid discharges Laced with beautiful places Hopeless romances Never sang so sorrowful Where did Jesus go? Tailing a back hoe All the way to New Mexico Placing disaster In a disastrous place Up and down those states Dust collected indecision Child-like immortal Rattles the cage Never ending, Self-destructive conduit It's futile to attempt A recreation of the past When all it's worth is a sliver On a house in the backyard of a church The more your try the further away You are down this road The moment is now and all you need This ironic show it dazzles me Dream dream your last dream Understand your savior's name Then under the bridge is where you'll find me Drinking from puddles left by the rain Following the servants With expectance of deceit Red robin run quick And fetch me my feast I trade over my work For your patience and time If not fire or the end Then repenting is the real crime If we are the martyrs dulling stars You saw dawn and we saw dawn Time. No why break the fall Sink or swim but don't swallow it all If we are the martyrs your our soul savers If we are the martyrs hear our souls crave her If we are the martyrs we only dream in black smoke If we are the martyrs black smoke dreams of us If we are the martyrs your our soul savers If we are the martyrs hear our souls crave her If we are the martyrs we only dream in black smoke If we are the martyrs black smoke dreams of us Red... Walls
8.
Where are our blessed rags? Where is our dance of life? If we go on to blame ourselves Will we find out we might be right? And though things may seem the same on the outside All the differences in these distant places bare the light Crying the perfect cry we march with conviction for the lacking of our culture And the lacking of our culture is sinking into our souls right through our eyes The last one to know The bright searing glow Will witness the travesties In the real horror show The all inventive dance of the tortured mass Spilling what makes man break down Everything larger than himself Not content without Being on top Harvest the crop Time to stop The ever growing urge for what was lost The guilty-free love of beating a dead horse (x4) I followed a blackbird that married a train that ran down the guilty of indifferent shame I followed a blackbird that married a train that ran down the guilty of indifferent shame
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Bastille Day 04:59
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Di Mambro 04:47
We will do Bad things for you We are the martyrs of our time If you give your word We are the cure We bear cross And sing for you To burn it down Rebuild with sound, respond in fear We are the cure The baby was the Anti-Christ Follow to lead Pursue the truth You can be sure We are the cure In a circle feet together Underground chapels lined with mirrors We will dance through the ocean floor Give us your hand Over your soul You can be pure We are the cure Each one bullet locked in chamber A look around Without a sound We hit the floor We are the cure We will do Bad things for you We are the martyrs of our time If you give your word We are the cure We bear cross And sing for you To burn it down Rebuild with sound, respond in fear We are the cure Fires burning Farewell letters "Leave to escape the Hypocrisies, oppressive world" We are the cure In a circle feet together Underground chapels lined with mirrors We will dance through the ocean floor Give us your hand Over your soul You can be pure We are the cure You may think You walk with strangers But look around we Stomp the same ground And curse this world We are the cure
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I am the sapphire moon And a carpenter's tool Red paint on velvet hands We're not sitting on prison steps But we might as well be Corner stores are alive Selling peace and love for a fee Which is our displacement In this droll plague Relieve Mother Mary Of her noose and canvas flag We have lost our art We're gonna sing and dance our way out (x3) Do you give a name To the nameless? Indifferent brothers And sisters It's motive that brings on this Standard of emotion Is this morning any different? Is this morning any different? The Quabbin's sucked dry and Beacon Hill's to blame The Charles' changed direction And the culprit's sail's aflame

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released October 3, 2009

Chris Hoffman - Drums/Percussion, Amy Gill - Vocals, Mike Sullivan - Bass/Vocals, Mike Wilbur - Saxophones, Matt Borcherding - Trumpet/Vocals, Ryan Mussen - Guitar/Vocals, Jon Hoffman - Guitar/Vocals/Mandolin

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