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Don't Go
01:58
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I wake up in the morning
And I wonder where you are
I'm always looking for directions
When I'm driving in my car
Gotta come across a future
Gotta wipe it all away
But even when I'm leaving
There's still things I want to stay
Don't go, don't go
Don't you leave me alone
Up, low, we outgrow
Please don't, please don't, please don't go
I feel my body changing
And I'm filing down my face
But who would be a passenger
In finishing this race?
If I'm seeking some attention
It's to mitigate decay
But even when I'm leaving
There's still things I want to stay
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2. |
Sellout
03:12
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Everyone's a sellout
But hey, we've gotta pay our rent
So we participate in corrupt economics
And oppressive government
It's hard not to feel like a hypocrite
When you're a self-described anti-capitalist
Hand in your card; have your viewpoints dismissed
'Cause you're working every day for the bad guys
Everybody's got to compromise
Every day, we try to survive
Break it down from the inside
Bit by bit by bit
Wasting every day of our lives
For the promise of better pay
It doesn't matter what job you've got
There ain't no shades of grey
It's hard not to feel like a hypocrite
When you're a self-described liberal socialist
Peddling crap with hands that ought to be fists
Punching up against that which employs us
So put my words on the F.M.
Broadcast me to them
My own propoganda
My own song
Sign me up for a label
Make that dough while I'm able
Can art turn a profit
And if so, would that be wrong?
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Well, the folks in D.C. looked up one day
And they saw that the heartland looked a little too straight
So they rounded up dykes from Portland to Brooklyn
To put a queer touch on the food that you're cooking
Now from OK to Iowa, there's an invasion
Of tough, butch gays of the female persuasion
I'm a federally-funded lesbian farmer
Old MacDonald better lock up his daughter
I'll turn her into a man-hating feminist
I'm just here to make an honest living
Working hard, ploughing, tilling
And when I'm done, shucks, get me a girl to kiss!
Well, it seemed like the job was right on the nose
'Cause we've all got plenty of flannel clothes
And it seems like farming goes much faster
Behind the wheel of my Subaru tractor
Yes, making things grow is great work to do
And hey, little lady, I could grown on you
I'm a federally-funded lesbian farmer
Old MacDonald better lock up his daughter
I'll turn her into a man-hating feminist
I'm just here to make an honest living
Working hard, ploughing, tilling
And when I'm done, shucks, get me a girl to kiss!
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4. |
The Problem
02:47
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Every day I feel like I've dozed behind the wheel
My eyes are off the road and I've lost control
GPS has lost its signal and my mind is growing dismal
I'm out of gas and I've got nowhere to go
It's the problem of our generation
It's the debt that follows graduation
A sinking sense of alienation from my fears
And we're all suffering depression
In desperate need of decompression
But instead we're only living our own fears
"Go to school," they said; "Pay a mint to fill your head"
And they promised us a cornucopia
But now there are no choices and it all just seems so pointless
All we got was anhedonia
Oh, my vision's getting blurred; this life just seems absurd
I'm desperate for some answers to reveal
And I'm just too irate to elucidate
The myriad of ways this seems unreal
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Every day, from every corner
It seems like there's brand new reasons to mourn, ah
A human rights abuse encyclopedia
Dispatched through news and print and social media
And sometimes your anger gives way to exhaustion
Overstimulated by the shit that you're watching
And I guess I never felt that life would be painless
But it's hard to keep fighting when nothing ever changes
I'm so tired
I'm so tired
I've got to take a moment to breathe
The revolution never sleeps
But sometimes I've got to
Ain't no crime to put up your feet
I'm just feeling beat
Life's a lotta stress to go through
I'm afraid that I'll overheat
I've just gotta rest; I hope that I'm not going soft
So tell the revolution that I'm taking a day off
It's a long, long game as a protest musician
We won't get our rights until we force them to listen
I promise tomorrow I'll come back from the quiet
Pick up my sign and rejoin the riot
I'm so tired
I'm so tired
I've got to take a moment to breathe
The revolution never sleeps
But sometimes I've got to
Ain't no crime to put up your feet
I'm just feeling beat
Life's a lotta stress to go through
I'm afraid that I'll overheat
I'm aching and I burned my hand on a molotov
So tell the revolution that I'm taking a day off
I'm gonna take a day
To catch up on my sleep
Vegetate a little bit
Make something to eat
I'm gonna take a day
To not think about how much I hurt
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Send All Men to the Moon
02:17
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Four billion problems
One simple solution:
Send all men to the moon
We've had enough
It's time to end
This patriarchal reign
What have men brought us
But famine and terror
Aggravation and pain?
Mother Earth is a world of women
A world made for girls
Fire up the rockets
T-minus ten
Play that countdown tune
Four billion problems
One simple solution:
Send all men to the moon
Is there anything more disappointing
Than putting up with men?
Come on ladies, let's get together
And make this world ours again
Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
Six
Five
Four
Three
Two
One
Ignition
Blast off!
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7. |
Professional Anarchist
02:40
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Hey! Hey! Break it all down!
Hey! Hey! Break it all down!
Hey! Hey! Break it all down!
Fascism has got to go
I want to be a professional anarchist
That's something that the president says exists
I hope it comes with health and benefits
Oh yeah, I want to get paid
To shout "Down with the U.S.A.!"
I could use a roof above my head
I could use some food and medicine
But it's hard to come by anything
When the price tag's just too high
I want to be a professional anarchist
Get worker's comp when it's hazardous
Briefcase full of plastic explosive
Yeah, I want to get paid
To shout "Down with the U.S.A.!"
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But you never showed any signs
Wow, you're so brave
I never would have been able to tell that you're really a -
You have to understand this is hard for me
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Regimented
Designated
Mass acceptance
Over rated
(Lip sync) Apology
(Lip sync) Salutations
(Lip sync) Teen anthem
(Lip sync) Obligation
If you work hard
You'll succeed
A starring role
On Nothing Incorporated
Reject all american
He gets good grades
Plays guitar
He's all the rage on
Nothing Incorporated
Gets good grades and plays guitar
Thinks he's cool but really is not
Reject sportscar
Reject mausoleum
Reject all american
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10. |
White Clover
03:13
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If I were a flower
I'd be a white clover
Unnoticed, all around
In sidewalk cracks I'm found
And swaths of shamrock fields
All over
I'd represent a promise
Locked deep inside my center
Present, peering out
Through footsteps, darkness, drought
Reminding always:
Stay remembered
And if I could decide
Where we go when we die
I'd choose a quiet rooftop seat
Some twenty-, thirty-thousand feet
To calmly watch the world from the sky
We'd sit and sigh and smile
At all our tiny sisters
Present, building, making art
Working, pushing, taking part
Finding satisfaction
In every earned blister
Yes, if I could decide
Where we go when we die
I'd choose a quiet rooftop seat
Some twenty-, thirty-thousand feet
But I don't want to go there
At this time
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Strange Lips New York, New York
We're just women making music.
Stephanie MacIntire - Guitar
Yolanda Grace Collins - Bass
Jouie StaRomana - Drums
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