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Sister
03:10
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You caught my eye from a distance
I knew then it must be love
You said those words that I'd been missing
You said, don't give up
I knew I was being stupid
I couldn't see over the wall
All those people in the springtime
Sing one word, revolution
I'm calling out for freedom
I'm calling out for justice
I'm calling out in madness
I'm calling out for you
I felt your breath upon my shoulder
I felt all I could be
I saw your message in bright colours
It said, set us free
I'm calling out for freedom
I'm calling out for justice
I'm calling out in madness
I'm calling out for you
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John
02:37
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I met a young boy, his name was John
I took him to new york to see what he'd done
I fell in love with a fisherman's child
i fell in love, cold and wild
On my father's lap we sang
Of piggies and tambourines all that we had
I caught a glimpse of another world
I caught a glimpse of how to be heard
You caught my eye you whispered my name
I took it to heart that you asked me again
I know it's stupid, i'm sorry its wrong
But i'll never love any man like i love bob
Call me crazy but i won't marry you
The cage on my face says i'm good for nothing too
I fell in love with a man, and he took my bitter hand
He told me, he told me about the weather man
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I put on my best suit, and walked out the door
I put on my best hat, i couldn't feel anymore
I went out jobseeking but they told me i was too old
I went out jobseeking then i went back on the dole
Maybe i'm just too old and maybe i'm too young
I shouldn't be on sick pay, i should take care of my own
We know what is right and we know that greed is good
Its every man for himself and i shouldn't expect help from you
My country is self harming, its cutting the poor away
My country is self harming, we can't let them get away, with it
Of course everyone should pay their way
But how can they pay when you took their jobs away
I kept my own but i see this is gonna hurt
I'm not gonna stand here and watch my people burn
I see your razorblade
Its cutting the poison away
Cut them out of london and cut them out of towns
Cut them out of your sight so they won't get you down
My country is self harming, its cutting the poor away
My country is self harming, we can't let them get away, with it
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4. |
Not All Men
02:25
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I see you
Beeping, shouting, cursing at my body
I see you
Howling, fucking at the ones that hate you
Gnawing at their fingernails
They shield their eyes from tits and headlines
Walking down the streets at night
They spread their keys out like a weapon
Don't you fucking touch me
Dark and cold, I cross the road
My plastic heart clenched in my sad fist
Don't you know I know the rules
I'm not safe, without a man close
It's impolite to
Build a system out of hatred
It won't stand and we will fight
We won't roll over and just take it
Don't you fucking touch me
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5. |
Wednesday
04:18
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Won't you stop
I can't see the light
Pollution in our towns
Pollution in our mouths
The flickered light of the screen
Oh the eyes of the thieves
We held the crying man
A picture in his hand
The flames came and took them away
Took them away on a wednesday
You only took what you deserved
And I felt the hurt
I saw the blitz last week
On my grandfather's streets
Take me from this place
I'm drowned in our disgrace
I called out for a sign
Of hope in these times
They marched down
To sweep this smashed up town
The flames came and took them away
Took them away on a wednesday
You only took what you deserved
And I felt the hurt
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Shells
03:46
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It took 10 years to let you go,
My heart is a shell, I want you to fill.
It was there when you left and its waiting for you now,
I pull down the stairs and I reach for your hand.
We were girls then, we are 22 now,
I can feel your breath, 10 miles from my own.
There's a cross on your hand, there's a cross through your name,
and I am still waiting to finish this game.
It was cold in our place, lashed by the rain,
I told you then, that I would always tay.
The sting of regret crept down your face,
and I will wait for the rest of my days.
Wake up my love, it is your day,
Our hearts are left, in a tent in the rain.
This isle holds us in the south of its palm,
We're broken apart but it keeps us from harm.
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7. |
Socialist of the City
04:20
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I was born in the west to a great man
I held the city in the palm of my hand
I've only got one chance to say who I am
But now that you're here, you don't understand
Oh will you guide me, fathers of labour
I see your heartbeat, in the pains of history
All that you've done, is torn away from us
Children of the cross, and children of the hills
I am a socialist of the city
I'll go wherever I can find
I don't care for your pity
Your hope is as good as mine
You challenged us once, and we raised our hands
We'll be back tomorrow, with tears and a plan
I'll wipe your eyes, and you'll wipe mine
It's the end of innocence, it's the end of time
I'll put on my guitar, and I'll play till I bleed
From cradle till the grave, I will defend thee
I'll put on my guitar, and I'll play till I bleed
From cradle till the grave, I will defend thee
I am a socialist of the city
I'll go wherever I can find
I don't care for your pity
Your hope is as good as mine
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Drunken Butterfly Bristol, UK
Feminist punk from Bristol, combining snarly fuzzy punk rock with folk tinged melodies. Expect to hear songs about street harassment, growing up queer and the #metoo movement.
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