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Not Done, Yet
01:00
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Two years back in the scene
And everything seems so much different now
But it's so much better than it was back then
There was a fallout
Amid a controversy
That shook every scene
In the country
But more on those later
I thought I was done with music
It no longer had any purpose for me
There was nothing that I couldn't say
Outside of song
But I realize that I was wrong
I still have songs to sing
No I'm not done, yet
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2. |
Song for a Dying Scene
04:52
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I heard a voice in the night
And it was crying and screaming for change
And then two hundred more or so
All joined in the same
There was a spark that ignited
A fire inside everyone
And each of us knew what we had to do
But didn't want to be the one
'Cause it's easier to ask for something
Than get it yourself
And it's easier to recognize
All the things that you don't want
Oh, why do words seem so useless
'Cause no matter how tame or aggressive
It's always a mess
Oh, I'm not saying use your fists
But if we're all just talk and no action
We can't make a difference
And there's a gentrification
That's taking over the whole scene
As trust fund kids put on their crass patches
And beg for money they don't need
And the media perpetuates this
Entire phenomenon
That punk is a fashion and no longer action
The culture was just a lie
And they say patch your clothes
And dye your hair
And just fall in line
Don't question the laws
That are there to protect
'Cause authority knows best
And it's hard under capitalism
To even just stay alive
'Cause every single one of us needs money
Just to survive
And the system that they put in place
Well, it just isn't fair
They charge for water for housing
For food and electric
They even charge for healthcare
'Cause if it's something that can make then rich
Well, they'll drive those prices high
You gotta pay, you don't have a choice
'Cause without these things you'll die
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3. |
I'm a Poser
04:10
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When I was young I had dreams of
Sleeping in squats, hitchhiking, and hopping trains
But I guess that things never really work out
When you don't have a plan
And I never thought I'd contribute
To a society that I've always hated
And I never thought that I'd
Have to be confused
Sleeping in a bed every night
We all want the same thing
Working for our right to die
Proud of the things we've done
Satisfied with our lives
Being born wasn't my choice
And I won't be ashamed of existing
So, all I can do is just spending every minute
Doing the things I love
And all the while spending that time
With the people that I care about
And if that gives me purpose
Then I never really ever was a nihilist
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4. |
Never Find a Home
02:31
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Oh no, I forgot, again
Just what it was I was thinking
I forgot how to live my life
I forgot what I was fighting
And it seems that we pull through
In the worst of times
And it seems that we fall apart
On the best of days
And I'm not really sure exactly
Which this is now
But I don't want anything to change
There's so much that I want to do
But I don't have the time to
And when I get a chance I do nothing
'Cause "nothing's" all I'm good at
And I know that I
Will never be happy
I've hurt too many people
To exist
I've hurt too many people
Not to be alone
And I know that I
Will never find a home
And that's just how it has to be
Looking back I never knew
How bad things really were
The further away I get
The worse the past seems to be
And I'm contented with the present
But maybe I've just grown complacent
And I'm unaware of how
Bad it really is
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5. |
Bags of Trash
03:32
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Three years and a lot of bags of trash
I'd like to think that I was there
But I really wasn't
'Cause those three years weren't exactly
In the prime
No, those three years
Were in the decline
I walked in as most were walking out
They said, "Here's this watered down trash"
"It's not the flaming compost it used to be"
"And this basement doesn't hold the same significance that it once held"
"No, it doesn't mean the same thing anymore to me"
There's a manifesto buried here
In this trash
It says, "Let's fuck shit up, tonight"
"Break some Starbucks windows like it's 2005"
"And when you wake up in the morning all your problems will just disappear"
"That's if you wake up in the morning and if you are still here"
A decade and some change
And nothing's quite the same
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6. |
Giving Up
03:11
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We could walk through together
But we would hold each other back
And we could walk through alone
But we would never get anywhere
'Cause consensus is subjective
And no one will ever agree on anything
And we could care
Oh we could care
But nothing would ever change
Let it die
Let it die
'Cause I don't care anymore
What's the point?
What's the point?
If I don't care anymore?
And we could take these Molotov's
And walk down to the new courthouse
A hundred million dollar monument to inequality
But they just call that subjugation
And we could burn it to the ground
But they would lock us in a cage and rebuild it anyway
'Cause no one with power will ever be willing to make the change
I've grown tired
Yes, I've grown tired
Of holding out for anyone
And I've grown tired
Yes, I've grown tired
Of waiting for you to make up your mind
I've grown tired
Yes, I've grown tired
Of holding out for anyone
And I've grown tired
Yes, I've grown tired
Of waiting for you to make up your goddamn mind
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We were supposed to change the world
Not sing about personal issues
But the bigger picture
We drew blurry lines
And left gray areas for our
Enemies to slip in
With no defense against ourselves
And I'll take the blame for this
And you'll take the blame for this
We have to think of something quick
And they'll take the blame for this
Yeah, we'll all take the blame for this
I hope it's not too late to fix
When one man was given more power
Than we ever thought possible
Everything as punks we say we fight
Abuse and social control
A fascist infiltrating the community
We'll draw clear distinct lines
You're either with us or against us
There's no more in-between
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8. |
Leadership is Fascism
03:50
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I strike one more match
Just to watch it burn
There's beauty in ash
And solace in nothing learned
There's a captain on this sinking ship
But all the life boats are gone
They loaded them up and sent them off
With all the knowledge and inspiration
And every last drop of hospitality
There's no way out
As far as I can see
I'm just waiting for the day
When the cops kick down my door
And tell me I can't
Be myself anymore
They'll drag us out into the streets
In a public display of execution
Just to show they won't tolerate
Any revolution
A leader is just a fascist
Who the majority relate to
But if you relate with a fascist
What the fuck does that make you?
Society's a structure
That we imprison ourselves in
We will never be free
Until we give up everything
Because everything becomes a job
Once it's given a schedule
And nothing will every be enjoyable
If you feel obligated
I won't work myself to death
Not for you or anyone
I'll die on this couch
Before I die for your bank account
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We slept in parking lots
Got harassed by the cops
All for a cause that amounted nothing in the end
There were days when I couldn't trust anyone
And days when I wanted to die
But mostly I was mad at my best friends
We played in basements
Singing songs of anarchy
To our friends and people we'd never see again
And maybe I was a fool for believing that we were free
But that was before the cops surrounded our van
In striving for freedom
Sometimes you hurt the people around you
But in that fallout is when I learned
That freedom doesn't always mean doing what you want
Sometimes freedom means compromise
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10. |
Song for No One
02:28
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To a day when freedom and fear cannot co-exist
To a day when unity and peace are not fantasies
To a day when no on needs to call the police
To a day when all that we need are our communities
I will sing until I pass out
Even if no one's listening
Even if this changes nothing
'Cause at least I'll feel like I tried
Feel like maybe I made a difference
But a song won't feed the hungry
Won't shelter the homeless
Abolish taxes or put an end to the forty hour week
And sometimes it feels like compromise
Sometimes if feels like your being taken advantage of
When you go to work instead of busk
Or sleep in a bed instead of on broken glass
But we do more for the movement when we have property to share
We do more for the movement when we get our tax returns
So, I ask you what does freedom mean?
Is it a means to a purpose?
Is it a purpose in itself?
Is it a basic human right?
Or is it something you have to earn?
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Anarcat and the Street Rats Feasterville Trevose, Pennsylvania
Anarcat and the Street Rats is a solo project at the moment.
anarcatandthestreetrats@gmail.com
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