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Tolerance & Respect
04:20
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Findings from the Young People Now Positive Images campaigns:
• 1 in 3 articles about young people concern crime
• 71% of press stories are negative, but only 8% quote young peoples’ views
• Young people are referred to repeatedly as thugs and yobs
• Other commonly used words: evil, lout, monsters, brutes, scum,
yobbo, menace, heartless, sick, menacing, inhuman
• 66% of young people would not trust a journalist – can’t think why not….
I am resourceful and creative
I have many ways to go.
I am resilient and inventive
I’m hungry, working towards my goals.
I am reliable and punctual
I can persevere.
For I am on a learning journey
I will take it – and face up to all your fears.
So just give me tolerance and respect.
Give me half a chance and I can.
I am resolute and headstrong
I have a world to lead
I’m taking risks and handling changes
I can give care, and take care of all my needs.
I know my levels of achievement
I know my warts and all
I have the skills to be that leader
And you will need me to scrape you up off the floor.
So just give me tolerance and respect.
Give me half a chance and I can.
Rolling on, I’m gonna keep rolling on.
Demonised and pressurised and held to blame
Totally at fault for what the media claims are
Society’s ills – but that’s a lame excuse:
Who guides the young? Who make the rules?
Who sets the tone? Who runs the home?
Just give me tolerance and respect.
Give me half a chance and I can.
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A civilization maintains its power by denying its graces to the great majority of its people.” (Jack Common, “Freedom of the Streets”).
Maintaining the freedom to express dissent remains a powerful indicator of the political health of a nation.
Liberty is the lie of the age
As the Government moves to keep opinions caged by
Dismantling laws that protected me
So now I can’t go out the door – I can’t take to The Street
You know Freedom is real for those who control and those who impose it.
Lean Age kicks so hard to beat, every time I gather in threes
Now it’s a measure of democracy
That I can’t wave my flag at you but you can stick the boot in me
Freedom comes real with steel toe caps and wrap-around whiplash.
The freedom of the street is a freedom of the mind,
It’s a stage to play the world, chew the cud and organise.
Your Black Box lurks inside of me, tracking my tears and logged activities
My mobile phone becomes a friend and a foe
When my calls are monitored on a “need-to-know”
You’ll know Freedom is real only in the National Interest….
So place controls on my Right To Be with your “reasonable-interception capability”
And I’ll give you a smile as I walk down The Street
Where the cameras see all so control is complete
Freedom is real through the eye of the lens and the lies of the Gatherers.
The freedom of the street is a freedom of the mind.
It’s both positive and negative and most of all – its mine.
Don’t cross my path, or the line that’s been drawn
Or the cracks in the pavement full of neo-con spawn
Let’s dance around the Statute and the Liberty Tree
And play at hit-the-coursey – we need our ball back please (mester):
Freedom’s not real where the path’s denied and slabs defiled
Freedom’s not real where the razor wire’s built higher and higher
Freedom’s not real – it’s the wool over eyes, the Tyrant Wolf’s disguise.
The freedom of the street is a freedom I can’t find
The freedom of the street is a freedom still denied
The freedom of the street is a right for all mankind
It’s both positive and negative – but most of all yea, most of all it’s mine.
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Tradesman's Utopia
04:36
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Well, you can’t have too much of a good thing.”
Ever you discovered that you can?
For everything’s up for sale these days
Everything has a Command-To-Buy.
I’m up for sale myself –
Conforming to your notion of “good form”.
So hoike me round the markets
And work me like you work your horse.
Good for us, it’s good for you and me
Good for us, good for The Family
Good for us is good for you and me
Good for us -The Bloodline,The Family.
Let’s not talk in boss-words.
Let’s talk and flatter me up, milord.
You’ll glimpse my potential
Before the fog of “form” obscures again.
Don’t push me off the barrow –
Put a plus sign after my name
It’s a mark of servitude that I don’t like, but
I don’t have the guts to change.
Good for us, it’s good for you and me
Good for us, good for The Family
Good for us is good for you and me
Good for us -The Bloodline,The Family.
Bow down to Eye:
Bow down and put your mind and nose to the grind.
No one to hear you so
SQUEAL IF YOU WANT TO.
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(India):
Land investment has been dwindling for years
Extremes of weather added to my fears
I’ll take the low road to the City of Dreams
Where the good life’s an illusion and the squalor is real
Take charge of our futures, reject feudal owners
And manage our livestock together we are all strong
Build up the stone walls that trap vital water
Wholesome ways to change the world:
(Honduras):
I couldn’t read and I couldn’t write
My husband beat me hard every night
I worked long days over 18 hours
For what my famly needs and the greed of the powers
We broke free from poverty, expanded technically
Our land now grows coffee that sells well in Sainsburys
On farms run by wives we have seized back our lives
Wholesome ways to change the world:
Civil ears, civil eyes, civil ears, civilised.
(Your back yard)
We’ll grow our food mountains and manage our water
Control the resources that belong to the people
For these lands were made for you and me
Wholesome ways to change the world
Where do you wanna go today to change the world?
Where do you wanna go?
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5. |
It'll All End In Cheers
07:05
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“Please welcome Doncaster Rovers”
I wanna go, I wanna stay
It’s Holy Saturday -
Where the Wise are.
“Come on Donny.
Quality ball in though won’t it?
It’s what you get innit?
Goo-on have a gu!
Come on Rovers!
Come on Rovers!
You’re not singing, you’re not singing, you’re not singing anymore!
Nice.
Come on Rovers!
Come on Rovers!
Come on Rovers!
Come on Rovers!
Come on you reds!
Come on you reds!
Come on you reds!
Come on you reds!
SHOOT!
Come on ref, sort this out.
Come on ref, sort this out.
Shoot! Shoot!
Gerrawaywiya!
Hit it!
HANDBALL!
Warrrrrrh!
Hit it!
HANDBALL!
Warrrrrh!
Come on Rovers, gerrit on the floor –
show how it should be done.
Gerrawaywiya!
Come on Rovers!
Come on Rovers!
Come on Rovers!
Come on Rovers!
You’re not singing, you’re not singing, you’re not singing anymore!
Red army!
Red army!
Red army!
Red army!
Come on you reds!
Come on you reds!
Come on you reds!
Come on you reds!
SHOOT!
SHOOT!
Ladies and gentlemen: promotion to The Championship.
We are going up.”
I wanna go, I wanna stay
It’s Holy Saturday -
Where the Wise are.
I’m Rovers ’til I die.
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To keep the people subjugated the powers invented stories
to dupe the mind and make the people slaves to the global hierarchy.
I am the voice of The Almighty
I am the god of mind-control
I am a child of the Serpent – the Monkey:
A Satanist in Jesus clothes
Sold on a lie by the Watchers on high
Let the global enterprise of the Dynasties arise –
Lords arise!
I am the Truth that speaks all evil
I am the Baal in Babylon
I am the Nimrod and the Tammuz – The Trinity:
The pagan “T” in hoT cross buns
Sold on a lie by the Watchers on high
All sing with The Seraphim when the camera’s in
Uphold The Cross to front the Secret Sins
I am The Sun, The Eye of Horus
I am the twat of Mother Moon
I am the crest that guards The City: The Dragon –
The common theme of Uncommon Man
Sold on a lie by the Watchers on high
Other shape, other kind,
Out to take the whole and dominate the mind
Shapeshifters of the world – mutate and take over.
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7. |
Work Dulls The Senses
06:15
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What’s so wrong with the day job
When the hours you work are just not enough?
What’s so wrong with the day job
That you readily work for free?
What’s so wrong with the day job
That you’re obliged to work in your private time?
What’s so wrong with the day job
That you neglect your friends and family?
What’s so wrong with the day job
Where’s there’s a mentality that’s out of date?
What’s so wrong with the day job
Where the expectation is that you’ll work late?
What’s so wrong with the day job
That it impacts on your emotional health?
What’s so wrong with the day job
When your private life belongs to somebody else…?
Work dulls the senses, work dulls the mind
I need Enlightenment of the Common kind
Work dulls the senses, work swallows time
Keeps me humdrum and toeing the line
Work dulls the senses, work dulls my brain
Restricts my thinking and exploits my grace
Work fools the senses into thinking Life is fine
Though my clannad may differ and my conscience never lies
Work dulls the senses, work dulls the mind
Emotional hell and eternal crime-in-all:
Dulls my shine.
Work dulls the senses, work dulls my shine
There’s no prize in heaven once the contract’s signed –
Dulls my shine.
Dulls my senses, dulls my mind.
Dulls my shine.
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Lunar
05:03
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Lyrics by Chris Oxley , with additions by Alan Brown)
Sea of Tranquility
Mare Vaporum
Sea of Serenity
Bay of Dew
Sea of Fertility
Mare Humorum
Ocean of Storms
Sea of Rains
Lunar
Mare Orientale
Sea of Crises
Mare Nectarus
Sea of Clouds
Mare Moscoviense
Sea of Cold
Bay of Rainbows
Serpent Sea
Lunar
There are no stars in the sky
Except Stars and Stripes riding high
There are no stars in the sky
Except Stars and Stripes waving with pride
Lunar
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“Sometimes it’s our business to say NO: The Co-operative Bank’s Ethical Policy is based on the ethical concerns of its customers. The Bank refuses to invest in businesses whose activities are in direct conflict with the ethical concerns of its customers.”
(Say NO! Show the world you care.
Wear your halo over your stocks and shares)
Come and join the customers who care
Actively supporting your welfare – Yeah!
(Say NO! Show the world you care.
Wear your halo in our branches everywhere)
If you’re failing to meet basic human rights
Or not paying a wage for a reasonable life
Or supplying arms to oppressive regimes
Growing addictive plants that lead to disease
Using farming techniques that will ruin the soil
And harvesting resources ‘til there’s nothing left at all
Animal testing for my blemishes and warts
And trading in fur, or chasing foxes for “sport”:
Come and join the customers who care
Or take your flawed philosophy elsewhere – Yeah!
You can bank on me – just tick my boxes.
You can bank on me – buy me some organic wool soxes.
(Say YEAH! Show the world you care.
Wear your halo…………)
So give careful thought about where you invest your billions
Try Community Finance and give power to millions
Buy your Fair Trade jim-jams and eco-toiletry
For the people of the world who need stability
Save on energy and help reduce the cost
Take the power that’s free from a renewable source
And everything rosy in the world will be
When we’re ethi-cool and GM-free:
Come and bank with us today!
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10. |
Call To Arms
03:24
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ay down your arms, sit down beside me
Lay down your arms – we can resolve this thing peacefully
You have your faults, I have my weakness
Lay down your arms – my white flag’s beside me
And if it’s not you then it’s me – oppressively brutal and frightening
Come to my arms, lay down beside me
Come to my arms – we can sort this thing easily.
I have my faults, you have your weakness
Lay down your arms – come freeze and thaw with me
And if it’s not me then it’s you – impressively fruitful, enlightening
One step forward, two steps backwards
That’s the way the money goes
You’re not bleeding, bleeding obvious
Burning bridges and bombing the roads
One step backwards, two steps forwards
That’s the way the honey flows
I’m not bleeding, bleeding noxious
Building bridges – restoring the roads
Lay down
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Let’s walk the path where the hawthorn grows
Hugging the river for as long as it flows
Through silver trees and the calls on the flash
Now wouldn’t that be nice? Wouldn’t that be grand?
Around the houses, down the duplicate streets
To where the wheels in the sky are now wheels in concrete
Flattened hills on which the future’s now cast
Will it be nice? Will it be grand?
Will it be nice? Will it be grand?
Around the bailey where those thoughts were esconsed
The night walk home and it’s frosty response
The powers that be are laying waste to the land –
Now that wasn’t nice, no, that wasn’t grand…
WORKERS OF THE WORLD UNITE YOU HAVE NOTHING TO LOSE BUT YOUR CHAINS
Wouldn’t that be nice now?
Wouldn’t that be grand?
Take my word, take my hand
Here’s my world, here’s my land
Relevant today as it ever was.
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The Great Leap Forward (1986-?) is the very long term solo project of Alan Brown - former member of John Peel favourites
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