1. |
Ned Ludd and Queen Mab
04:02
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ned ludd & queen mab
ned ludd & queen mab a comet flares above it’s 1811
and down in the mud with a hammer & a glove
they’re breaking up the frames and troubling the heavens
and they’re hearing ned ludd in the flickering rain
yeah they’re hearing ned ludd in the whispering rain
queen mab & ned ludd
the queen she flies above and down within the meadows
she bewitches she who stands by the factory wall
she bewitches she who stands by the willow by the pond
ned ludd & queen mab
a weaver’s not a weaver
if he’s weaving on a factory frame
queen mab & ned ludd
they’re roving ‘round the midlands
in the the forests and the valleys in the fog
in the nottingham woods in the carolina pines
in the caves of your mind on the california coastline
we’re hearing ned ludd by the flickering flame
yeah we’re hearing ned ludd by the whispering flame
on the antlers of an elk on the hooves of a goat
in the amber of your brain in the shaking up of a shadow
we’re seeing queen mab through the flickering flame
yeah we’re seeing queen mab through the whispering flame
earth shall breed
and frost shall freeze
water a shield make
fire eat wood
ice shall bridge
one shall break frost’s fetters
free the grain from the wonder lock
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2. |
Swindle
03:17
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Roll out the barrels of bile,
the days without smiles
Bring on the sadness parade,
the bloodless brigade
Come on in and tie one on
You’re going to see a show tonight
They call me Trump or Drumpf
Or Donald the Duck
You can march against me,
I don’t give a …
I take my time,
I can’t spare you a dime
One day the world will be mine
Chorus
Roll out the buckets of piss and listen to me hiss
This is one show you cannot miss
I’ll toss you a kiss from my pursed lips
And I’ll show you how to swindle the world
I hold a stone in my hand
and turn it to sand
You better strike up the band
Cause I'm feeling grand
Drink up your wine
And sing auld lang syne
Cause one day the world will be mine
I got a couple of tricks
I use in a fix
Now you see it now you don’t
it’s gone in a mist
What used to be yours
I now clutch in my fist
And this is how you swindle the world
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3. |
A Pesar del Fascismo
02:02
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A pesar del fascismo yo voy a amar
voy a leer la poesía
Y contra el fascismo yo voy a luchar
Lo voy a derrotar con los amigos
Hay un secreto bien ocultado
Casi olvidado en un rincón
Está en el cuadro de Remedios Varo
Está en el arco del halcón
Puente
Que va volando muy distante
Por los rayos, por las nubes
A pesar del fascismo yo voy a cantar
Voy a cultivar un jardincito
Y contra el fascismo yo voy a andar
Por los caminos muy callados
Abajo del cielo y las mariposas
Las brisas murmurando una canción
El águila mirando el río curvando
El agua brillando en el cañón
Puente
Y se oyen muy distante
Unas letras de un canto
***
In spite of fascism I’m going to love
I’m going to read poetry
And against fascism I’m going to fight
I’m going to defeat it with my friends
There is a secret well hidden
almost forgotten away in a corner
It is in the painting of Remedios Varo
it is in the arc of the falcon
Bridge
who flies far away
through the sunrays through the clouds
In spite of fascism I’m going to sing
I’m going to grow a little garden
And against fascism I’m going to walk
down the roads so quiet
Underneath the sky and the butterflies
the breezes whispering a song
The eagle watching the river curving
the water shining in the canyon
Bridge
And you can hear far away
the words of a song
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4. |
The Ghosts of Baltimore
02:29
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Freddie Gray
Freddie Gray went out one day
Onto the streets of West Baltimore
Though he didn’t know he was in the sights
Of an awful hateful might
He told his sister goodbye
he gazed toward the sun
Nobody knew the deed to be done
To Freddie Gray his mother’s only son
In West Baltimore that April day
On the same streets Frederick Douglass walked
And then escaped from in old Baltimore
But where you gonna run in 2015
When they open up the van and put you on the floor
Well it’s a boot on the back it’s a blow to the head
Then it’s a rough ride and then you wind up dead
In old Baltimore some ghosts won’t go away
Like the ones that killed Freddy Gray that day
Well it’s a prayer in the wind
it’s a tear on the pavement
It’s demanding the truth from the government
In old Baltimore some ghosts won’t go away
Like the ones that killed Freddy Gray that day
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5. |
O Capitalismo
03:19
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(English translation follows)
O capitalismo
Eu nasci no capitalismo
E eu sei que é hora
De sair
O capitalismo
Não quero morrer no capitalismo
E eu sinto que é hora
De fugir
Ponte
Ó capitalismo você me disse
Que ia trazer
Um paraíso
Onde tudo se podia ter
Mas capitalismo
Hoje em dia meu capitão
Nem o rio nem um peixe
Nem o ar nem uma nuvem
Tem liberdade
Da morte viva
No olhar de você
Acho que é hora
De correr
Ponte
O Capitalismo
O que resta
Já que acordei
Do sonho vivo
Em que me embrulhei?
***
capitalism/I was born into capitalism/ and I know that it’s time/to leave
Capitalism/I don’t want to die in capitalism/and I know that it’s time/to flee
Bridge: Capitalism/you told me/that you would bring/a paradise/where everything could be had
What capitalism/today my captain/not even the river or the fish/ not even the air or the cloud
Is free from / the living death/in your gaze/ and I believe it is time to run
capitalism/what is left/now that I have awoken/from the living dream/that I had wrapped myself up in?
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6. |
Ferguson
03:36
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To his grandma’s house
He was walking home
Down Florissant Avenue
Clouds racing above
In the afternoon
The Mississippi flows not far away
Sometimes he swore
He could hear it say
Don’t worry Mike everything’s okay
Chorus
Just down the road
From St. Louis
There lies a town named Ferguson
And on an august night in 2014
Six shots rang out in infamy
What he did to die nobody knows
the chief of police isn’t saying a word
But there are those who saw
And there are those who heard
Dred Scott was told just down the road
You are not a man, you must be bought and sold
And now they told Mike Brown
you won’t be growing old
Chorus
His hands were pointed toward the sky
This wasn’t a day for anyone to die
Got people all around
All wondering why
They left him laying there like nobody’s son
But in the August light they saw what was done
Done to big Mike
Down in Ferguson
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7. |
Oh, Civilization
02:30
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Break up a forest put it in a box and send it far
Climb a mountain touch the top and blow it up
Find a river, steamboat a river and dam it up
A bubble in the soil is a-gurgling oil now blow it out
Chorus: Oh, civilization
Find a child, take a child break her down
Spy a bird and chase a bird and cage him up
Find a tribe and chase a tribe and take the land
Burn up the forest for a grazing herd, now settle down
Chorus
Sight a whale on the rolling waters and bring her down
Fish the oceans to the final fish now come back home
Chorus
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(English translation follows)
Con tu cabello de ardilla muerta Pendejo
Y tus ideas que son pura basura Pendejo
Y tus mentiras que provocan miedo Pendejo
Vete al hueco
De dónde te arrastraste
Sal con tus fascismo
Patético de la tele
Pendejo
Eres capitán de un barco hundido Pendejo
La boca abres y sólo sale lo absurdo Pendejo
Buscas la corona para ser el rey bebé Pendejo
Coro
***
With your dead squirrel hairpiece – Pendejo
And your pure trash ideas -- Pendejo
And your fear provoking lies -- Pendejo
Chorus
Go back to the hole
That you dragged yourself out of -- Pendejo
Get out of here with your
Pathetic television fascism… Pendejo
You’re the captain of a sunken ship -- Pendejo
You open up your mouth and blurt out the absurd -- Pendejo
You’re looking for the crown to become the baby king -- Pendejo
Chorus
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9. |
Resign
02:07
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Resign, Donny, resign
Read the marches as a sign
And believe that it’s time
To listen to the voices in your mind
And find an island in the sea
where you can learn to be free
From the infantile cravings
that are creeping ‘cross your brain
From the churning and the yearning
That are driving you insane
Resign, Donny, resign
Pay attention to the drumbeat
Growing louder all the time
And give yourself a break from your crimes
Let the sun in the sky
Remember how to shine
Take the craven stupid dreams
That occupy your days
And feed them to the beast
That is crouching in the shade
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10. |
Rex Killerson
01:48
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oh, rex tillerson
don’t bury my son
down in the skull garden
in the bright burning sun
oh, rex tillerson
don’t bury my daughter
in a world full of oil
without any water
now exxon and bp
and chevron and shell
are trying their damnedest
to send us to hell
now exon and bp and chevron
and shell got blasted dead futures
they’re trying to sell
oh, rex tillerson
we’re done playing dead
we're rising like lazarus
and coming for your head
we’ll ask you politely
to put away the drill
but if you don’t listen
we’ll make sure you will
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11. |
The Drone Song
02:28
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on the wrong side of a drone
i found myself alone
now i’m singing from a land
that’s beyond the line
that’s drawn into the sand
by a cold and wicked hand
now i’m sitiing on
the wrong side of a drone
i never thought i’d see the time
when it would be a crime
to see my sister wed
to her one true love we were driving on the way
to a banquet on that day
when we got onto
the wrong side of the drone
Chorus
so raise your cup
and say a toast to the people
you love most and kiss your children
on the forehead while they sleep
because there’s one thing
that i know sad that no one
told me so they could wake up on
the wrong side of a drone
Chorus
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12. |
Captain
02:35
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My captain i’m dying
you sent me to hell
you sent me to dream about
a place to lay down
well i’d lay down
in a meadow
not in this cold sand
my captain i’m dying
and you won’t reach out your hand
***
in the high grassy
meadow i met my true love
christine of the flashing eyes
like some light from above
my captain you told me
this was a noble war
now i’ll not see my christine
and i don’t know what for
***
the shots and the screaming
the bombs breaking the night
they broke me right with them
and i’ll never be right
the ash gray horizon
the hate in the eyes
we wake up like ghost men
and sleep under dead skies
***
so it’s one for my country
and i’m slipping away
my captain you sold me
and it’s my price to pay
yes it’s one for my country
as i’m slipping away
christine of the flashing eyes
i’ll see you one day
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Dan Hanrahan Chicago, Illinois
Musician and writer Dan Hanrahan has a long history in out-there folk circles. He specializes in surrealist ballads laced with glam and Brecht. Hanrahan has shared the stage with Gordon Gano and received plaudits from Eugene Chadbourne and Shimmy Disc’s Kramer and has opened shows for They Might Be Giants and Throwing Muses. ... more
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