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Compassion Over Killing
01:50
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Compassion over killing
Let’s be the one’s willing
To show compassion
Compassion over killing
I’m talking about a liberation
A movement for animal advocacy
I’m talking about a new abolition
Against exploitive industries
A hope that our society
Can begin to end cruelty
We must acknowledge
The violence that’s inflicted
And by our consumption
We have become complicit
Alone it feels frustrating
But I know it’s not hopeless
To struggle against suffering
Speaking for the voiceless
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After the smoke cleared
They gathered up our dead
This struggle won’t be lost
Kept the faith until the end
Defeated in the battle
An unaccepted shame
They said a prayer to God
Asking him who they should blame
You want a return to the way it never was
A view of history without any flaws
You’re fighting for the lost cause
Reconstruction
Forced to share the land
Correcting failures
They didn’t misunderstand
It was a way of life
A means unto their ends
What isn’t given will be taken back again
What’s hard for you to comprehend
Is obvious to me
Rationalized as righteous
The crime that you believe
God has sponsored your
Hatred towards humanity
You’ve become convinced
That you’ll rewrite history
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3. |
Riot Boys
02:00
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While life may have you beaten
And death you’re always cheatin’
Since the cradle
You’ve had one foot in the grave
Your deadbeat father left you cursed
Your mother only made it worse
It broke her heart when
Your soul could not be saved
You’re out of time
Out of your mind, out of control
Out in the street you’re making noise
You’re out of time
Out of your mind, out of control
Running wild with the riot boys
You were too smart for school
And bending the golden rule
Led to all the hearts and
The laws that you’ve broken
And when you left home
You found yourself alone
With the shame you brought
Best left unspoken
Now that you’ve done your time
You hope that you can leave behind
The smell of whiskey
Cheap powder and cigarettes
But some things will never change
Like a life that’s bloodstained
Lived in a moment
That’s filled with regrets
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4. |
Meat Market
02:08
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Meat market – death merchants
Final solution today
Our stomachs are the grave
Of the meat market – death merchants
I’ve got the food revolution pumping in my head
A diet for a new world so that all may be fed
Stop the suffering that we are causing
See that what we’ve done is wrong
There’s crimes of efficiencies on the factory farm
Economic atrocities – and we’re sounding the alarm
Stop the suffering that we are causing
See that what we’ve done is wrong
Stop the indifference – stop the insanity
It’s time to make a difference – it’s time to be aware
It’s time to show our humanity
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5. |
Boothill
02:24
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6. |
Change The World Today
01:10
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Oh, you’re gonna change the world today
What you think, what you say
Makes a difference everyday
Who you are, what you’ll be
Choose a life that sets you free
You decide, you be sure
What you’ll live, what you’ll die for
Make a stand, make it count
Live a life you can be proud of
Don’t think that you can’t win
Don’t think that you can’t change
Don’t ever think of giving in
Never, never again
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7. |
Radio Fallout
02:58
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CN’s shadow don’t rock this city
Blocking my view of reality
I’m tuned into the sound of my community
Broadcast day has begun – Fallout Radio
This is radio fallout – community radio
Stephen Perry’s equalizing community radio
Distorted equalized- eighty nine point five
Transmission - - community radio
Tired of paid pop publicity?
Dial in the voices of CIUT
Tuned into the sound of my community
Broadcast day has begun – Fallout Radio
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8. |
Bread And Freedom
02:42
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Stuck out here in the freezing cold
I swear to god it’s 40 below
But we’ll be stuck out here
A lot longer you’ll see
Got to keep moving
To keep yourself warm
Another cup of coffer
Couldn’t do me no harm
And I’m starting to worry
About running out of money
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Monday morning and I’m first in line
Should be in there making a living
Instead I’m out here walking the line
They’ve got more than their share
All I want is what’s mine
Instead I’m here walking the line
Everyday you read it in the press
The government’s in distress
Over what to do about union activity
If you’re sharp enough to realize
It’s not too long before you see through their lies
They don’t give a shit about democracy
No no no no
Well the factory floor is all I’d known
When they cast me out here in the cold
At least I know I don’t have to walk alone
That’s why we gotta stand up
We can’t back down
We’ve come too far to give in now
They’ll stop at nothing to break our solidarity
Everyday I wish at length
For the personal and collective strength
To stand up to their lies and phony history
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9. |
The End Of The War Years
02:32
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We hold our breath and we wait
For some good news to hear
A scrap of faith in which to believe
But all we get are reasons to fear
That our sons and our daughters
Are still alive in the middle east
How long must we wait
Before we finally get some peace
And you know I share your fears
We’re both fighting back the tears
Wondering when, we’ll see the end
Of the war years
You know I gave you my vote
Because I thought that you’d understand
We hold our breath and we wait
For some good news to hear
A scrap of faith in which to believe
But all we get are reasons to fear
That our sons and our daughters
Are still alive in the middle east
How long must we wait
Before we finally get some peace
I want a future for my family
Health and hope for this land
So maybe you can explain to me
I hope you can understand
How the hell we ended up
Sending our kids to Afghanistan
And on the calendar on the wall
Time passes into years
Long enough for the dust to settle
And the anger to clear
Now we hold our breath and we wait
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10. |
Strange Fruit
00:54
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(Songwriters: Lewis Allan / Maurice Pearl / Dwayne P Wiggins)
Southern trees bear strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
Pastoral scene of the gallant south
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop
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11. |
A Shot Rings Out
02:36
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A shot rings out in Scarborough tonight
Another young man takes flak and dies
A community grieves, a mother cries
Everyone else is glad to be alive
There was a shooting in Scarborough tonight
A shot rings out in Scarborough tonight
A shot rings out in the city where I live
It’s not a ballad of Spikes whipping Quiffs
This is the reality of Bloods and Crips
Who attack each other and kill innocent kids
There was a shooting in the city where I live
A shot rings out in the city where I live
We don’t need no more guns
We don’t need no ammunition
And here’s a message to my American cousins
Make a few less guns
Then you can build a few less prisons
Another shot rings out in Etobicoke
The body count rises this ain’t no fuckin’ joke
You say they’re all morally broke
While maybe they’re economically choked
As they keep on shooting in Etobicoke
A shot rings out in Etobicoke
We don’t need no more guns
We don’t need no ammunition
Here’s some thought on an American obsession
You can bear arms
While we bury our victims
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12. |
Leaving Ontario
02:03
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Eight months have gone, I can only dream of home
Far from Essex county
Tired of mushrooms and overcrowded bedrooms
I have got to get out of this fucking country
I’ve got nowhere to stand, I’ve got nowhere to grow
I’m leaving, I’m leaving, I’m leaving Leamington
I’m leaving Ontario
Gave me protection, made me pay a pension
But I still can’t get my overtime pay
Endentured and abused, for the Highland Produce
Where I had my union stripped away
Different shades of grey, from employed to enslaved
Protecting a farming tradition
Exploiting the migrant, while keeping your distance
From all moral condemnation
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13. |
Peace, Love And Anarchy
03:17
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Anti-Warped today
A punk rock hit parade
Of independent sound
Our own identity
Build our community
Without an industry
Create a new scene
Peace, love and anarchy
I know my disappointment shows
I know my frustration grows
For all that’s comfortably complacent
I haven’t got the patience
For polite entertainment
It just makes me hasten
My changing attitude
Confused for being rude
Cos I’ve got a new scene
With peace, love and anarchy
No animosity
No hierarchy
We respect each other
Our fucking currency
Ain’t got no money
Just credibility
We’ve got our own scene
Peace, love and anarchy
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Written by Operation Ivy
Wrenched into the world, deanaesthetized
Blurry images fit their way through halfway opened eyes
Awakened by alarm fifteen minutes of hygiene
Twenty minutes of eating thirty seconds to the door
I looked outside I looked into the eyes
Of the impersonal mob I've seen a thousand times before
Feeling under covers like books on a shelf
If we're scared of one another
Must be scared of our self
More than just another crowd
We need a gathering instead
Drink drink in the bad land liquid bread for the poor
Another member of the crowd goes down
To drown at the liquor store
Choose your escape in the heartland
Of product and demand when you feel like a was
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