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Look To The Skies

by The Filaments

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The EDL and BNP have crumbled to dust Like weeds though the bastards spring on up Here's to the kids decked in black hoodies, steel toes and bandanas All you see is the intent in their eyes You've got to smash them in the brain I heard from LKJ Don’t give no quarter to their like We've seen their type before There's no platform to be afforded So fuck the “alt”-right Well they shut down the LD50 in Hackney And I must confess I don't feel no sympathy, so Come radical frontline and warm this heart of mine Sweeping old foes aside You know there's only ever been one response thats fit for fascists, and Despite rebranding we’re gonna call them what they are There is nothing alternative In spewing out the same old neo-nazi shit That's all been heard before They won’t find free space to organise, march or poison any mind, no The brawling violence they incite You’ll hear the people roar There's no platform to be afforded So fuck the lot of 'em Let the fuckers rot Stand up and fight the "alt"-right
Dystopian machines of the empire compose Ever more kill lists from data and code The synapse of Skynet defers to the maths Targets are signed off and orders dispatched Your safe in the control room, surrounded by screens Ignoring the smirks of the other marines The bombs miss their targets, though try as you may You massage the numbers cause they're falling astray Those kids won't be playing today Not out in the blazing sun They look to the skies and curse what we’ve done So now it's been a few years and you cant keep the count A drop of dutch courage might just straighten you out Hesitation creeping, your thoughts start to cloud A predator missile strike annihilates your doubt You’re going over the story, they all picked a side Passing your judgment over who lives and dies You take the King’s shilling and much to your disgrace You kick up the dust, a violent circle of hate Those kids wont be playing today, not out in the blazing sun They know what it means when the drones overhead and they know now to run Those kids won't be playing today, not out in the blazing sun They look to the skies and curse what we've done Instinctively bow at the hiss Praying to god that they miss An ocean of flame is the hell they unfold A waste ground of horror and dread Scorched earth, and barbarous torment As furtive assassins who strike out at random Soar overhead Your blood turns to ice, when the angel of death Descends from the heavens and circles your head Prey to the monster, whose hunger won’t tire Emotionless, ravenous, spitting hellfire Soaring, ghostly and grey, with one thing in mind Showing no mercy, you've got no place to hide And they say this is freedom, the bloodshed, the pain They won't shed no tears for an E.K.I.A
Mickey is just a fella like you and I He’s made a few quid, still a regular guy Security guard puts a hand up and smiles Mickey needs to know that your pockets aren’t lined Jack the lad maverick from a bygone age And oh, how he longs for the good old days He’s got no time for rules or oppressive red tape Like contracted hours and the minimum wage Get off to work and be grateful Just to put food on the table With a psychopath streak and a plastic smile Mickey's one hell of a guy The white van man can be his own boss today So load it up, hit the road, get on your way Don’t bother asking after any holiday pay And if you get sick we’re gonna charge you, but hey! You're the bossman, certainly you don't work for us We’ll argue the case to tribunal and judge With an army of lawyers, and hundreds of millions We can silence any differing opinions Work hard, be grateful Just to get food on the table With a psychopath streak and a plastic smile Profiteers bleeding you dry Do you ever feel like you’ve been cheated? Do you ever feel they got the game rigged? Disingenuous, quick to villainy Trying to take, what's left of our dignity You might just be out of luck You might have just come unstuck You might just be shit out of luck In this, in this rip off world Cathy took a job, then two, and three Demanding commitment but offering no guarantees One day she broke crying, "What about me? Do I have no right to security? My three kids at home, who I never do see Are paying as I'm trying to make ends meet And all for your lifestyle of sumptuosity I call it daylight fucking robbery."
There was once, when I knew well the taste of clean air Silence so serene Now I can’t shake the gangrene stench God and King want your all, then some Each night when I dream of home I can hear the guns, that belligerent crack And if they get their way I know we ain't coming back No men to parade The dock fell ghostly silent though the order came, yea No men to parade Fuck you go to hell Let there be no misunderstanding From the Bastille free John Pantling No men to parade When the orders came See us raising the red flag up on the Kilbride No we ain't gonna join no whites Stand down your arms Murmansk You’re gonna tell the boys They’re coming home from Archangel Better step aside, 'cause we won’t think twice right now To train a rifle site between an officers eyes No men to parade The dock fell ghostly silent though the order came, yea No men to parade Fuck you go to hell We’ve been used in a rich man's game Preach on preach John Maclean, oh! No men to parade when the orders came Acrimony, agitation, discontent, sentences of death Shipping out to Bodmin jail Fusiliers with ball cartridge and bayonet Offer no reply to the cry of demobilise Lower deck rise in discontent
With life promising nothing but decay and disease Can you find a reason to stay here anymore? Raced your mother to hospital Nothing that they could do The medication on the sanction list Not for import, say the EU Razorblade wire on the fence Killers in suicide vests In a Kafka-esque nightmare Sick of living in the crosshairs You got out with the youngest White phosphorous all around Heard the sorry tales of those who stuck around With nothing left to strive for How a life soon wastes So you offer the last of what you own Set sail to a watery grave Coming from a brutal hell, to a hostile place Where the papers tell just how welcome you are Where the system don't give a fuck Your suffering is our shame So this one's for Ibrahim Ismail And the Al-Hajalis in the Grenfell flames
Underdogs 03:25
The underdogs will rise There can be no compromise We gotta let them hear this lion roar They bite the hand that feeds them They think we need them Believe us when we say that they need us more Don't let their borders divide We are international Tear down the flags because we know it's irrational To forge our allegiance at geography’s diktat, share No cause with capital or plutocrats When your 40 hour work-week earns you want, debt and poverty No cups overflowing In their trickle down economy They don't think twice about a decade’s austerity And throwing our futures away with this barbarity So we got to take notion we can stop the trains The ships on the ocean we can put in chains Every wheel in creation, mine and mill Fleets and armies of the nation At our command will stand still In a world of parasites We could pull out the rug We could brush them aside Change up the order Crying freedom for all Harder they come, well the harder they fall The surplus value we create sitting offshore Economic lords, on the hoard we won’t kneel for No more meek and agreeable They built their paradise By robbing working people, so Stand up each generation, again and again Lines are drawn, it's war with no end Panama papering over the cracks And thieving the shirts off our backs To all the workers feeling too much pressure We can drown the bastards, so spit together Never to rest because our spectre will haunt them Never feel relief from the heckles that taunt them Fearing the day we stand shoulder to shoulder Baring teeth growing fiercer and stronger and bolder Silver bullet for the heart of the vampire Our sweat and blood realise their desire no more Let the new day come Turn them to dust as we rise like the sun
Yeah, you better tread carefully And hope Lady Luck is on your side One wrong move inadvertently And god knows their won't be no justice tonight No I don't Need none of your aggravation Don't feed me none of your lies Not a shred of respect, it's no way to live Trying not to rise to your spite Still my hands are, you see them? Ain't got no trust in your sight Mobile phone in my jacket pocket Don't let it play, No tricks on your mind There's warnings of anger, hurt and grief You can stream it in real time Savage killers patrolling the streets Their violence is deadly Take caution in your every move Don't wanna be another news story Slain at the hands of the beast in blue
Some break, some buckle But some can’t be tamed The might of the British Empire Would soon know his name With each broken bank vault, his reputation grew Never knew how to bow to the lecherous few In the tunnels of New York His voice echoes far Where speaking for labour Can find you behind bars He roared in defiance “The Judge can drop dead in his robes” Contempt for the court didn’t even come close Justice thunders Arise as one all workers No more tradition’s chains will bind us As we claim what's owed us Ask no favours Of condescending saviours Too long they've fed upon our flesh Smothered us for breath Colombian oil pays the 16th Brigade Who wage war upon the locals Like wolves to their prey They kidnap and murder, bury in unmarked graves A six feet ditch as a warning you don't cause no waves They call it ‘quitarle agua al pez' They lurk in the euphemism These bringers of death Where life’s only value is how much you make for the boss You don’t keep in line, you won't be no loss They offer the yellow, no room for the red The power and money, have too long been in bed They sanction the torture and more, By murder their blood money made The profits roll in, as memories fade
They hailed the vote with braying cheers It was deja-vu, sepulchral fears Materialise With his father in those eyes His voice betrayed the comforting sight So they lock the hard points up tonight Back to the killing zone Their bombers cloud the sky It's all we've ever known It's all we've ever lived through Those streets well trodden by our boots Recognise the cries That oh, so often echo through Was it all for none? Another year Another bloody chapter closes As another has begun Normality is death and ruin overseas Nuclear submarines Weapon fairs where money speaks The reaper wears a suit and tie Ask no questions hear no lies Pension pots and hedge funds grow War's a way of life It's all we've ever known Old Shuck will look you in the eye Where the butcher's apron flies See them act so tough No hesitation, fear or bluff Don’t bare the cost, cannon fodder kids shipped off Safe are their own to play no role Not when dying is for the proles Watching lesser mortals bleed Life is cheap when overseas it's all we know
The Verge 02:30
I remember the Friday nights Drinking tins on the tube up the Northern Line Off at Kentish town, out and left, Wandering down about half of a mile Gary greets you there, drinking K with a toothless grin Andi’s eyes dilate, he talks revolution You can lose your mind if that’s your thing With the herberts and punks at the Verge There’ll be no quiet tonight On the streets of London Better step aside for the whizz generation No use waiting up tonight Hannah brings a baby along, Lil and Kaf might sign you if they like your songs Smelly Ben and Davey are dead and gone Ringing out, are the best of times Lauren dyes her chelsea crop into leopard skin Crusties line the curb, because they won't pay in You can knock back snakebites, get sick and spin With the skinheads and drunks at the Verge You’d soon know all the songs of the bands you’d meet There were 17 Stitches, and Inner T’s Paint the family name onto leather sleeves The Foamers and ONB Now the venues gone, we were just passing through So the Reknaw mob, its all eyes on you Open up the squats, party line opens noon And the tunes will live on from the Verge
A Brechtian hammer swinging Right on target, right on time Rain down some crushing blows Break open some minds I’ve had my fill, of cartoon skinheads Barking, “punk ain't red!” 'Cause this machine kills fascists And it will murder again Assassination Like a poison to their vein Damn the asinine and sing to better days Like when Strummer craved a riot of his own Seeger silencing the drums of war Demanding bring them home In Dial House the talk is of your living If your proud to be that way This ain't no time for silence So come join in Get up off your knees Arm in arm strength and hope in solidarity Let them keep their reactionary taste Cause this is insurrection Not just art for its own sake Assassination Like a poison to their vein Damn the asinine and sing to better days This is a call to arms Not art for its own sake Killing machine relive old glories And murder again


released June 15, 2018


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