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Transgress!
03:24
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When ya got a problem, I’ll be around. When ya need it I got some, ya know Im easily found. When the gears are grinding, and you’re feeling down, Stranded on an island, just make that Aktion sound-Meow! Well, we’ll Transgress, Transgress, Transgress! Well, we’ll Transgress, Transgress, Transgress—Cause now you’re muckin’ with the best! Are ya ready for Aktion? Do ya want sum Aktion? Aktion Kat! When they shrug their shoulders and tell ya there’s no use. When ya finally wise up to the Amerikkkan Ruse...Just ring our bell, well burn some rubber. Raise some hell, dancing with trouble! Well, we’ll Transgress, Transgress, Transgress! Transgress—With some feline finesse, yes! And we’ll give ya sum Aktion…Aktion Kat!
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Beyond Your Reach
03:18
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From Alcatraz to the aphelion. From the paragon for the paradigm. Down in the bastion towns along the Unaka. Pounding chests with the resonance that makes the trees sing. Hello Milan, they’ve forgot how to say your name. Goodbye little one, meek and weary frame- There’s no gold in them hills, there’s no arrow on the sign. The plane began to glide. Could this be the final ride? Pounds of explosives scorched the sky. The turquoise waters off the coast cast a color on the clouds that could be seen from miles around. Four fiscal years from now, no one will know, but will they care? I don’t know. At the end of your leash, at the end of the day. Just beyond your reach, just beyond your reach. Keep good notes and leave good letters. Learn which of the worst is a little bit better, and don’t be fooled by bankers with legendary ledgers that think they’re the host somehow Inside the parasite. Be bound by honor. But don’t be tied to tactics. Don’t be a dog pissing round the trash fire, fixated on the scarcity of bones. You may be surprised when no foul gets called even though you're outside the dotted lines again. [chorus]
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Country Song
03:35
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Well, I'm grinding my teeth and I’m losing belief in the word you and me used to think it could be…and I’m sad, and I'm numb. And I heard what you said as I’m nodding my head but I’m struggling to answer the question: How you doing? I don’t know. That ain’t the worst of it, that ain't the half of it. Those ain’t the thangs that keep me up at night.That’s just the first of it-It's not the last of it but I know you ain’t got all night.And I don't wanna sing you my country song. That would take way too long. So if you scratch at my surface, better do it on purpose. Or I’ll be singing all night looong. The basement is leaking, and I’m slowly sinking. I can't get no sleep, cause I can't stop from thinking…I'm doomed. We’re all doomed....[chorus]
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The Arrow Returns
04:09
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Like dust on the wind they blew in with the change of the season. No one knowing their names or the reason for which they had come. Three thieves of the night in daylight, but no disguise was needed. For so long thought defeated, retreated, bones bleached clean by sun. When you least expect it, you’ll have lived long enough to regret it. Running to the exit, you’ll know your fatal mistake…was loosing the arrow that didn’t quite kill us, we’re back with a vengeance and hell follows with us. The sheriff in town all wrapped up in the false flags of freedom has convinced all the people they need him to scrape their boots of the skum. But the skum they had come well equipped and prepared for his violence and the town fell into a dark silence when the sheriff succumbed to their guns. (We’ve Labored long and hard for bread but you reap all the riches, now on our corns too long you’ve tread, you pig faced sons of bitches!) If you loose an arrow, make sure that it kills us, cause we’ll be back with a vengeance and hell will have penance. Only one foe remained, and our naves simply followed the money, through charisma and cunning, found the source of the pain. They met with the man who thought finance could be his protection. Vultures buzz round the corpse of perfection, underneath a red sun. When you last expect us, you’ll have lived long enough to regret it. Falling through the exit, you’ll know your final mistake was loosing the arrow that just barely kissed us, we’re back with a vengence and death is your sentence.
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Not In Retrograde
03:06
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Why do we pretend There’s any meaning behind misfortune? I wish I could hang it on a star. Mercury, Venus, Earth, or Mars... and space is empty when Mercury’s trending. The sky turns black and the sun fades away. I go to the gate and the enemy is waiting. I check my chart and I look for a sign but all the stars are aligned. Bad luck settling in-I found the pickup truck on blocks again. I’d call you up if I could call you my friend. Searching for depth in the shallow end. Space is empty and Mercury’s trending. The sun turns black and the sky fades away. I go to the gate and the enemy is waiting. I check my chart and I look for a sign, but all the stars are aligned. You could call it a sin, here I am in the shit again. No cosmic karma written in the stars. Mercury, Venus, Earth, or Mars...and fate is tempting when Mercury’s trending. The sun turns black and the sky fades away, I go to the gate and the enemy is waiting. I check my chart & I look for a sign-There ain't no cosmic design!
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Tom Lee Saved Me
03:21
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The Mississippi River don’t mean that much to me but I like to get in my boat and paddle out to sea. I glide right thru the barges wave at all the pilots to let me thru So I can get home to you, so I can get through…Tom Lee Saved me, but I would have let him drown. Sinking deeper When there is no help around me. The water’s so cold-There ain't a hand I won’t hold if it saves me. Just go with the flow. close my eyes and the current take me. SAVE ME! The open road is calling, but the bridge is falling down. You know you’ll find your freedom Wherever you are bound. One day your ghost will haunt here, and wave at all the people that passed you by so you can just let them die-you should’ve let us die. Tom Lee’s canceled, cause he should have let us drown. They would have killed you, but now you're worthy in this town. The myth that we’re told, The stories we sold are amazing! Just go with the flow, close my eyes and the current take me. Tom Lee Saved, me but I wouldn’t take that risk. Proved he’s worthy. Now he’s got an obelisk!
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Ferguson To Palestine
04:28
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. Riot police & flash grenades. Tear gas canisters Amerikkkan made. All funded by the taxes we pay. Occupation is a crime. Ferguson to Palestine. It’s about class, it’s about race. It’s about fuckin time that we smash the state and we all participate. Revolution in our time. Ferguson to Palestine. We oughta know, we all should know, this is for real. It’s not a show. There’s blood in the streets wherever you go. Hands up don’t shoot. I'm young and black. I wanna live and not get shot in the back. There’s blood on the walls wherever you go. Hands up shooters, point your fingers at the looters. Poverty is a crime. Our solutions are brutal. The scars of war show the parasite is global. United States Frankenstein, Ferguson to Palestine. Post-racial ideals are just a waste until we stare right in the the face, every twenty-eight hours-a black life erased. Hands up! No drones! I’m young and brown. I don’t wanna die when you bomb my town. There’s a war, there's a war, wherever you go. Steal our money and use it to police us. Around the world, the United States is lethal. Killing for profit & justify with Jesus. Capitalism is organized crime. Ferguson 2 Palestine!
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Simple Handshake
04:08
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I feel like dying, I don’t know why. I keep on trying, oh why? Please don’t hurt me. Don’t desert me. Sideways on the beach [Wish I could feel it!] Crawling ‘cross the glass [Wish I could steal it!] Keeping secrets locked away [Time to reveal it] Keeping secrets locked away… Oh, break the lock! In the throes of a simple handshake, I guess I didn't feel your heart break. I don’t know what these social cues mean. I don’t know anything. Please don’t hurt me, don’t desert me. Don’t be flirty. You’ll just hurt me. In the throes of a simple handshake!.
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Forget Me
02:41
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I’m paranoid and uninspired. I feel destroyed but mostly I’m just tired. They’re all out to get me but they’ll never really get me. Despite my best efforts you’ll probably forget me. I can't avoid this gaping void. I’m just a Noid that I let this shit upset me. I’m already regretting the regrets I'll be regretting, Inscribed into the dirt where soon you will forget me. But any reason to panic Is blown away with the dust of this planet. Making plans to the sound of a cosmic laugh track again. I’m employed but I feel fired. A polaroid of a life to be desired. We’re all making living but we’re never really living. The experts all agree you’ll probably forget me. (chorus) I’m paranoid and uninspired, my brain is coiled around the doubts that I’ve acquired. This shoe don’t fit me but somehow it’s really fitting. Despite my force of will you’re already forgetting. Forget me….
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