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It rained for a century from the day they married
From the mountain we heard gunshots in the valley
They jumped into the river, a whole raindrop nation
And the river threw itself into the thirsty ocean
Smoke of wood and smoke of tin wrapped around, hand in hand
I was born out of the water that fell down upon
Thi charcoal land
But you won't always be mine
You won't always be my home
There's a bridge far to the south that no-one's dared to cross
And on the other side lies a land of love and loss
They have cities there, and flying machines
And one day I will go to this place I've only seen in the fleeting moments between angry wakefulness and fitful sleep
I'll walk atop its slatey mesas, stare into its grey ravines so deep
But you won't ever be mine
You won't ever be my home
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A LULLABY OF THE LEFT
02:13
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EACH PEACH PEAR PEA
I SPY GRAMSCI
GRAMSCI IN THE PARK
I SPY KARL MARX
KARL MARX OUT ROWING
I SPY NICK COHEN
NICK COHEN USING PROXYS
I SPY LEON TROTSKY
LEON TROSKY IN THE BANK
I SPY THOMAS FRANK
THOMAS FRANK ON THE REIN
I SPY NAOMI KLIEN
NAOMI KLIEN IN A PORCHE
I SPY KARL KORSCH
KARL KORSCH IN THE BAR
I SPY SIMONOE DE BOIVIOR
DE BOUVIOR FEELING WEIRD
I SPY MARY BEARD
MARY BEARD ON A SLANT
I SPY EMMANUEL KANT
EMMANUEL KANT KEEPING CLEAN
I SPY FRANCIS WHEEN
FRANCIS WHEEN FEEDING BIRDS
I SPY ROSA LUXEMBERG
LUXEMBERG IN THE PRIVATE SECTOR
I SPY DANIEL SCHECTOR
DANIEL SHECTOR EATING BAGELS
I SPY FREDERICK ENGELS
FREDERICK ENGELS ON A BARGE
I SPY PAUL LAFARGE
PAUL LAFARGE WEARING DENIM
I SPY VLAD LENIN
VLAD LENIN IN A ZEPPELIN
I SPY CLARA ZETKIN
CLARA ZETKIN IN THE SEA
I SPY GRAMSCHI
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Why are men so irrational?
They really are the useless gender.
I say or do a little thing to hurt their precious feelings
And they've de friended me forever
Love hasn't any elegance - it starts with bleary self-effacement
It end with a sorry lover scrabbling for their dignity
I've got it buried in the basement
How I wish you all were robots and I was a robot too
I'm not a tiny star in a brighter firmament
I don't intend on proving my unsuperfluousness
That truth should be self-evident
You shouldn't be a signpost - be your own arbitrator
You always seem to get confused by conflicting stimuli and insufficient data
That's why I wish you all were robots and I was a robot too
I have seven A levels and five or six degrees
I use English with a beauty you can only dream of
And travel widely internationally
I have many years experience - one day they'll canonise my brain
If you just can't be bothered to read my Wikipedia page I can't be bothered to explain
Why I wish you all were robots and I was a robot too
I can't be bothered to explain why I wish you all were robots and I was a robot too
I can't be bothered to explain
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IDIOTS
03:39
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LOOK UP AT THE STARS ON THE CEILING AND THINK
OF ALL THE WAYS YOU’D CHANGE THE WORLD
NOTHING OUTSIDE IS PARTICULARLY APPEALING
EXCEPT USING SOCIAL MEDIA TO TROLL
AND IT SEEMS SO OBVIOUS TO YOU
BUT MOST PEOPLE JUST STUMBLE THROUGH THE HOLES
YOU’D THINK IT WOULD BE EASY TO DO
IS EVERYONE AN IDIOT IS EVERYONE AN IDIOT
STARE OUT THE WINDOW AT THE BUSES IN THE DISTANCE
AND PAINT YOUR NAILS THE COLOUR OF THE SKY
THE HUMAN RACE IS PECULIARLY CONSISTANT
THEY WATCH THE NEWS AND DON’T QUESTION THE LIES
AND IT SEEMS SO OBVIOUS TO YOU
INJUSTICE SCREAMS LIKE FOXES IN THE NIGHT
IS EVERYONE IGNORING THE TRUTH
IS EVERYONE AND IDIOT, IS EVERYONE AN IDIOT
AND IT SEEMS SO OBVIOUS TO YOU
WHY DOES NO-ONE SEEM TO OPEN UP THEIR EYES
YOU CONSTANTLY TELLING EVERYONE THE TRUTH
BUT EVERYONES AND IDIOT, EVERYONES AND IDIOT
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Books Before Bros
02:59
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I could read all the books, if you stopped throwing dirty looks
When I put my sweet, sweet books before bros
I could prob'ly go outside
But you know what's overrated? Sunlight
So I put my sweet, sweet books before bros
Dear next door neighbour,
I am sorry that I crashed your car with rocks. I'll never ever do anything so horrible - that will get me arrested, you know that. I'll give you one thousand pound to repair.
I could read all the book if you'd just give me time
To put my sweet, sweet books before bros
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KILL ALL MEN NOW
01:23
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WORK- THE PATRIARCHY
WEALTH- THE PATRIARCHY
CULTURE- THE PATRIARCHY
TORIES- WELL OBVIOUSLY
MEDIA THE PATRIARCHY
HEALTHCARE- THE PATRIARCHY
EDUCATION- THE PATRIARCHY
ESTABLISHMENT- OBVIOUSLY
KILL ALL MEN NOW
KILL ALL MEN NOW
KILL ALL MEN NOW
KILL ALL MEN NOW
NORTH LONDON- THE PATRIARCHY
FICTION- THE PATRIARCHY
DRIVING- THE PATRIARCHY
DOGS- ARGUABLY
ENGLAND- THE PATRIARCHY
SCIENCE- THE PATRIARCHY
DALEKS- THE PATRIARCHY
MEN
KILL ALL MEN NOW
KILL ALL MEN NOW
KILL ALL MEN NOW
KILL ALL MEN NOW
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The Fire in My Eyes
04:09
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I haven't felt this blistering heat since the day that I arrived
The mountain split, and fire and ash blew out of its side
And lava covered everything, and many people died
And everyone blamed me cos I had fire in my eyes
You were in a taller building sticking out the basalt plane
I couldn't see for the clouds of steam formed by the falling rain
"Far beneath my feet", I thought, "my doppelgänger lies"
The day I saw you by the window with fire in your eyes
Why would you think I wanted this? Skyscrapers made maisonettes
Maisonettes made graves
You'll always weather any storm, take a different tack and sail away
And after searching for a while we found a smouldering boat
And tucked behind a looking glass were the tatters of a note
"There's nothing here but smoke", it said, "that's why everything here dies"
"But love must count for something", said the fire in your eyes
You were piloting your ship, your attention on the skies
That must be why you never saw the fire in my eyes
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WATM
01:12
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I’M THE WHITE WORKING CLASS
WHAT ABOUT ME?
I’M THE REAL VICTIM OF SOCIETY
I’M A MAN SO WHAT?
WE’RE VICTIMS TOO
IN FACT TODAY I’M MORE THE VICTIM THAN YOU
ONE IN FOUR WOMEN SUFFER THROUGH HELL
THAT DOESN’T MEAN I DON’T SUFFER AS WELL
I’M THE WHITE MAN AND YOU’LL LISTEN TO ME
I’M THE REAL VICTIM OF SOCIETY
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Enemy of Promise
04:51
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It must be vanity that compels you to ask me that and think any good could come at all from an honest answer
Enemy of Promise, I'll catch the melody you cast on the breeze
Enemy, I'll take the only dream you had by its tender throat and squeeze
Enemy of promise, I'll frame the photograph of you on your knees
Enemy, enemy, promise me
Maybe I could be the sort of person who does five impossible things before noon
Maybe I could make it my vocation to sit and read book in my room
Where is there a medicine to take away this panic, from living in this city, in this country, on this planet?
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Woman on the bus just offered to swap her baby for another passenger's jacket. #CameronsBrtain
Just saw a fox sat on a car
Just accidentally listened to a Frank Turner song. So this is death
Hobbies including "blocking Tories on Twitter".
IF ONLY TONY BLAIR WOULD TELL US WHAT TO DO IN SYRIA.
Bored shitless of the default "working class experience" always being male.
"You know NOTHING about the ANCIENT ATHENIAN DEMOCRACY!
You are just a MISANDRIC FEMINISTIC ANTIGREEK ZIONISTSLAVE BRAINWASHED HIPPY!"
Happy St George's Day, I hate English people.
Even Instagram can't make my bedroom look nice.
Idiot on the train refused to move the bags he'd strategically put across three seats on a packed train. So I said "Don't worry, I'll move them for you!" And put them halfway down the carriage, upside down.
Posh Tory wankers too often taking advantage of oxygen, says Dawn Foster.
Sat on top deck of the 17, just saw a bloke I once slept with fall off a Boris Bike. Best Valentine's Day ever.
Do you know why it is so cold? Because I just emailed someone unprompted to tell them I was sorry, and hell has frozen over.
In such a bad mood, when one of the Catford ne'er-do-wells hit me on his bike and said "I'll fuck you up, bitch", I screamed "YOU FUCKING TRY IT" and he slunk off terrified.
Census for those with the self respect not to own a "onesie". *Raises hand*
Flipside of dragging self to work while ill: threw up on the train. But I walked to First Class to do it. Class war never rests.
Me: "Do you want a tea towel to help you open the fizzy wine?" Steve X Cross: "No, Dawn. I have a private education"
Sexism against men is not a thing. Anti-white racism is not a thing. Heterophobia is not a thing. Shut the fuck up.
It was an Observer piece
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12. |
Melt This Shit Earth
04:48
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You gave me free halloumi and threw vegetables at my stalker
That's how I know that we are friends
You wanted to set fire to me and put it out with hammers
That's how I know that we are friends
When we are together I feel this warmth between us
Could melt this shit eartth
That's how I know that we are friends
That's how I know that we are friends
You said you despised
You said you pitied me
That's how I know that we are friends
You compared me to a animated psychopathic scarecrow
That's how I know that we are friends
You called me the c word even though its patriarchy
That's how I know that we are friends
You printed a load of t shirts telling people how much you hated me
That's how I know that we are friends
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