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"Ipse, Captivus"
02:21
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Guevara: ... it is the very essence of imperialism to turn men into wild, bloodthirsty animals determine to kill, murder and destroy the last vestige of the image of the revolutionary or the partisan in any regime that they crush under their boots because it fights for freedom.
Chaplin: "Greed has poisoned men's souls, has barricaded the world with hate, we have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance, has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical and unkind. We think too much, and feel too little."
Trotsky: "...in the hearts of toiling peoples lives an unconquerable striving for putting together their forces."
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The Sojourner
03:12
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High on Mt Olympus, the pendulum swings,
So high they are, hallucinating jesters
And we are all in tune under the sun
In synchronized ignorance to their ephemeral resolve
And spectators we are to the inanimate pretenders
Who juggle a civilization on one weak hand
And grasp a loaded gun in the other
One round for the shepherd and one for the sheep
With the sleight of hand and their tiptoeing feet
If I we could overthrow them I know I would not keep,
Because all they want to do is kick the dirt at their feet
And all those balding suits and ties are fugitives
And we're falling apart
The borderline's been trampled under foot
And the record shows
A revery, a fantasy a ruse that we might see change
And the gears will keep on turning
And the wheels will keep on spinning
And the pendulum will swing
And we'll die in the wake
Surely we could hope
Surely we could ask
Surely we could fight
Surely we could die
For more
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The Keeper
03:40
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Keep your prejudices held high
While he's running for president
Keep your educations in mind
While he moves to regiment
All the words in houses of time
Hold you upside down
His stature, it can break the highest skies
A prevalence that soothes uneasy eyes
Not a single thought had crossed my mind
As he cracked a smile and told us it's all right
Keep your intuition nearby
When he preys on your ignorance
Keep your congregation defined
All the words in mouths of one mind
Hold you upside down
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The Divide
03:42
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Wait no time, troubled mind, take to flight
And we'll be bringers of division
You'll have yours, we'll have ours and all
And we'll skirt on the edge of the spiral's walls
It makes it all of the more worth the fall
There's no fault in a forced innovation
We'll be sure that they won't forget
And we are not the slaves
That bleed for the machine
The eulogy reads like poetry
Every syllable bled with the chains
And why are we still lowing
Why are the bodies still swinging
Why do we let the clouds hang over
Might they have thought at all
Might they have taken off
I see the bodies on the tarmac
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The dark haired scholars and the keepers of the enemy
They will bleed through the night and they'll fight through the day
No bed for their sleep no church for the wake
Not a word was spoken but the command to burn the seat
There's a change that's waiting in the wings and the kingdom doesn't see
And still it's haunting me, my love of the third degree
The prophet stands at bay with his hand held high
And the boy is on the hill with a bullet on his mind
No birds will fly, with wings clipped to the bone
And all a bard will sing is a lullaby when the master falls from throne
The propaganda doesn't speak that which you should never know
And a help from above the rest of us will rest in the undertow
They've preached their peace with their burning crusades
Their surmise of justice with the keeping of slaves
For whom rain drops don't fall on the ground too hard
And the feet are like lead and are no more to chart
And their mantras won't stead cause they were star crossed from the start
And the blood is sometimes red but it always flows from the heart
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Every time I see a man who's walking by,
Face without a single smile, I wonder why
You know, he's got a tie around his neck and he's got no time
Trampled underfoot, and passed along the way side
Bearing broken bones (they) don't dare to question why
Every girl, who tells me that she's nothing new,
She just wants to make it through, and pay her dues
She don't know anything of what she could with a little faith do
All those hollow oaks stand tall and keep in line
Scraping at their lives with broken nails and blunt knives
Can't recall the day when the little that they had was fine
Nothing in the soul and nothing in the mind
And another day slips away
What have they got to give
What do they have to show (for it)
What they have to say
And I'd give mine away
Just to see them change
Their ways
Every child who never looked beyond their door,
Never taught to search for more, never lost and never scored
You know, he'll never have a thing to say, he'll never get up off the floor
Trampled underfoot, and passed along the way side
Bearing broken bones (they) don't dare to question why
Don't remember when they lost that twinkle in their eyes
Might as well be dead with all of the lifelessness in their cries
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"Nos, Liberi"
01:26
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In vain and sorrow, I'll pursue the maintenance
Of not a thousand, not a hundred, not two but one
State of mind and I'll emphasize with vigor
That as the grail slips away and my reach falters
And to the unexpected, to the unseen
I'm a perpetual victim, a servant and a dying slave
In sync with the passing of a million dreams.
And on the Sunday of transition, the setting sun
Its harsh mistress has me in her cradle
And I am her naïve lover, her hopeful admirer
Her wandering voyager, her sojourner
Delivered into the everlasting crossfire
Descending in nomadic pursuit of absolution.
And I, the pretender, stand tall and question:
"Am I bound by a star crossed dream
Or the promise of a lesser known reality
With not reason nor sense, but the will to find a way?"
Oh, with her pestle and mortar, I will be detracted
No longer the variable, no longer the multiplier
I am, and will forever be, the great divider
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