Vanzetti

by Vanzetti

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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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Track Name: Stravinsky is Going to Kill Me
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
Track Name: Family
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
Track Name: Smoking Guns and Running Nuns
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
Track Name: Bodachs
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
Track Name: Golden Showers Over Every Dreary City
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
Track Name: Prophetic Swine
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
Track Name: Di Mambro
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
Track Name: Sapphire Moon
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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