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TITLE Right-Click to Save As, or click to play Song	EXPLANATION	LYRICS
1) War To The Rhythm of W. H. Auden (4:09)	A song about what the many here do while people across the ocean are being murdered for the profits of the few) (our anti-Iraq War song). As of the summer of 2008, over one million civilian Iraqi men, women and children have been killed in the official Iraqi War. This does not count the half million children who died as a result of the constant bombing of Iraq prior to the official Iraqi War and to the economic boycotting of the country by the United States. The number of those murdered for petroleum in Iraq over the last few years has reached a level associated with the highest death tolls from wars other than the 2 World Wars of the 20th Century.	Stop your donations, turn off the news Ignore the killing and your oil hungry views Silence the children, pay your tax for a bomb Deny your involvement, let the guilt come. They are men, women, children and unborn, They were already suffering from our concern. Little food, no medicine, no soap, just song, I thought Babylon would last forever: I was wrong. Watch the promises rain down on the city, Be shocked and awed by skies so pretty. Put extra ketchup on your fish and chips, Worry about your career and your flabby hips. Monitor the markets and enjoy the Oscars, Alternate your celebrities with military maneuvers. Stock up on petrol, buy water and more videotape, Feel better for marching as the excuses take shape. Wish our lads a good fight, they’re the best, be proud, Killing thousands of Iraqis will bring peace we¹re told. Forget that Bush and Blair Have lied and lied and lied, To sell us the coalition of the bullied, The terrified and the bribed. We are the North, the South, the East and the West, We are the strong, the weak, the killers and the rest. We are the scared, the poor, the confused; the gone, Hell on earth we are told is just a taste of what’s to come. Games and circuses are now needed; turn one on, Pack up the books, go to the gym and read the Sun. Play with your toys, clean your car and do some D.I.Y., Soak up the war coverage with a beer but don’t ask why.
2) Ecology For The Profit Machine (3:58)	Many think Ecology or Green politics is about growing more trees, eating organic food, or recycling. Whether the planet remains green or not, the central question remains: “how are we going to enjoy it? As slaves to capital or as free people?”	Well I sweat to stay alive working nine to five Come home in my bubble down Lake Shore Drive With the others who think they’re so middle class But they all get paid for licking arse They ride a different car, makes them feel unique But they’re in the same traffic every day of the week And the fumes from the system choke the ecology And the Mayor’s solution is grow more trees, more trees! Ecology, Keep the air clean, For you and me and the profit machine, Ecology, Ecology for the profit machine In the city there are those who live in the slums Kids alone in garbage waiting for their moms Kids wondering when will dad return And flog them with a belt, give them cigarette burns There’s suffering and boredom in the big city And the Mayor’s solution is making it pretty Renovate the stadium, paint more bicycle lanes Give us all a facelift when we try to complain, complain! Ecology, Keep the air clean, For you and me and the profit machine, Ecology, Ecology for the profit machine
3) Alternative Rock (4:20)	Who can bear those radio stations devoted to so-called Alternative Rock? has anybody yet discovered what is so alternative about the songs you hear on them?	Alternative Rock, Alternative Rock Alternative Rock is a lot of crock Alternative Rock is just a market Alternative Rock is marketed noise By exploitative marketing boys Turning yesterday’s punk hits Into today’s shit Alternative Rock has nothing new to say It’s rebellion as a commodity It’s no more alternative than selling cars as cool It’s just a pose, It’s just a bitch It just makes radio stations rich And like a fashion it comes and goes Alternative means you’ve washed your hands Of clever ways of selling bands And you’re working to build a world worth living in Alternative Rock, Alternative Rock Alternative Rock is a lot of crock Alternative Rock is just a market Alternative Rock has nothing new to say It’s rebellion as a commodity It’s no more alternative than selling cars as cool It’s just a pose, It’s just a bitch It just makes radio stations rich So if you buy it then who’s the fool? Alternative Rock, Alternative Rock, Alternative Rock is a lot of crock, Alternative Rock is just a market
4) Whole Paycheck (3:20)	Those superstores filled with healthy food point to the future, just maybe (that is up to you), a future in which they will be owned by the whole community and not exist merely as a way of making lucrative profits off workers.	Buy your necessaries at Whole Paycheck Getting rich off food is an organic process Our cheeses are wholesome to eat Keep a calf from its mother’s teat Or even it’s mother if you want the meat Whole Paycheck Come out of the projects We’ll take your Food Stamps Get a diet that’s correct So when you die Of the effects of poverty Or the bullets fly At least you’ll be healthy When you die We’ve got fancy wine and ale To wash down your vitamin cocktail And wheat-free breads if you’ve got an allergy I’ve got an allergy to being deprived Of the means of production to maintain our lives Whole Paycheck Come out of the projects We’ll take your Food Stamps Get a die that’s correct So when you die Of the effects of poverty Or the bullets fly At least you’ll be healthy When you die Shopping smug you think it’s Green But the greenbacks they’re making is something obscene Your world won’t get in harmony ‘Til it’s owned and controlled by the community And people and the wealth they make is free And all the food is free And everything is free Free Free Free Free
5) Give God The Flick (2:25)	When are humans going to stop believing the supernatural myths of their ancestors and begin to think critically about their existence and their world?	If God exists Then life is meaningless We are puppets He commands, we submit He wants us all To be irrational No evidence To claim his existence And he would see For all eternity The outcome Of events all random Watches you copulate Watches you pick your nose And comes too late As war comes and goes If God exists Wants blind obedience Is he no more Than projection of law? Feel guilty Feel damned Do what your God commands Feel sinner Not winner Don’t question Those in power Feel guilty Feel damned Do what your God commands Feel sinner Not winner Don’t question Those in power Have faith, don’t reason ….. Don’t make this a better world for you and your children Have faith, don’t reason… Use faith, not facts, don’t ask questions, don’t act Just get on your knees you lowly slave….
6) Fear Of Freedom (2:33)	Are there any psychologists alive today who can answer that most critical question of why the masses of humans put up with such a violent, oppressive, and stressful society that operates in the interests of a few people, when they could take over the world for themselves and their children?	We all know why someone steals when she’s hungry and poor But we don’t know why the starving millions don’t steal more We all know why people in chains dream of how it could be But we don’t know why all the wage slaves don’t struggle to be free It all began as children Family and school Learn to repress your feelings Learn to keep your cool Don’t touch your penis or cunt Don’t talk in class You soon learnt To let your impulses pass We all know why to raise their children people sweat off their arse But we don’t know why people make millions for the capitalist class We all know why people give money to give the starving kids bread But we don’t know why their parents don’t take over the bakery instead Don’t let the leaders fool you Think for yourself Don’t let the employers rule you Or live off all your wealth Put children before money Don’t fight their wars Join us upon the journey To come in through their doors Instead of sweeping their floors
7) Our Feelings (2:52)	We have become a feeling-obsessed society concerned about our individual ego states, bodies, looks, and self-esteem rather than the state of the wider society of which we are a part. we have turned away from the revolutionary potential of seeing ourselves as an economic class, or even as a species, and inward into the status quo-preserving myopia of only seeing our-“selves.”	Who gives a fuck what I feel? We all have feelings and I know they are real. Our feelings make money for counselors and shrinks Who love excavating where we feel and we think And our feelings sell products for large corporations And our feelings help politicians win our cooperation As they order men to war or to work for the nation And if you don’t have a feeling for 9-11 All your coworkers may find you callous and cold For people find loyalty in a shared nationalist feeling Even though they’re reactions that mean nothing at all… Who gives a fuck what I feel? We all have feelings and I know they are real. So we look to the inner not the outer Away from the noise of starvation and gun powder Our feelings make us think our souls need rearranging And not the social system that really needs changing So you shop for new lifestyles that are ready for exchanging Who can trust a feeling that’s been ignored for so long? Ready to explode at the slightest or cry at every song. We’ve taught our kids to swallow their feelings in school So others can squeeze profits from them without their being uncool.
8) A Real Holiday (3:14)	Humans are clever at deluding themselves, remembering those stressful vacations of traffic, expenses, long lines, and screaming children, in idealized terms. of course there never was any permanent escape from the drudgery of the job and your relatively lowly status as an employee, you soon find out. now a real holiday would mean abolishing work as we know it.	I took the family on a holiday We counted cows in the car for a day Then scouted diners as the sun fell And then we crashed in a cheap motel We were a pack of zombies in the street Looking for history to engage our feet Icons of architecture, city fame Wherever you go they're all the same Spend a holiday, buy a holiday Cheap holiday, you get what you pay A real holiday is going nowhere Having no plans, having no care No worries about the return to the bosses About the bills, about the losses A real holiday is being a shirk No need for budgeting, no need for work Reading a book in my cozy chair Legs on the table and my unwashed hair A real holiday, a real holiday, a real holiday, real holiday A real holiday, a real holiday, a real holiday, ideal holiday
9) It's Not Enough (1:27)	The spirit of both the loud anticapitalist protests and the silent revolutions in alternative lifestyles is initially inspiring until we find out what they’re asking for: a capitalism with firms of less monopolistic dimensions (didn’t the big world-sized system start out more local and less entrenched in the spaces of feudalism?). why do humans find it so hard to demand the whole bakery?	It's not enough t'pull apart all the bricks It's not enough to kick back hardest kicks It's not enough to oppose all the wars If you don't work to abolish the cause It's not enough to be anti-global It's not enough, “anti-political” It's not enough to find system shitty It's not enough to stop the city It's not enough to wear punk, to wear black It's not enough to say no, to say fuck It's not enough to fight for human rights It's not enough to stick to vegan diets It's not enough, “anti-capitalist” It's not enough to call yourself “socialist” The Nazis and Trots did but they meant Wages system under state management It's not enough to support those reforms Can't change laws by which the market performs Boom slump boom slump slump boom Different parties all playing the same tune It's not enough, not enough, not enough It's not enough, not enough, not enough It's not enough, not enough, not enough It's not enough, It’s not enough
10) Border Lines (2:41)	The very meaning of split personalities and crazy people in the context of such a split and crazy world is itself split by and crazed by contradictions	When you’re home with the kids And the man’s earning cash And you’re feeling undid Tossing out with the trash Dreams of your career plan And of getting ahead And of giving to Man Not just the man in the bed Chorus Is man my enemy or my friend? Giver of life or my end? The one who tears me apart? Is man the one who preaches or hears? The one who’s distant or near? The one who fills up my heart? I’ve been treated like shit And it makes me feel bad And when I think of it Then it makes me feel mad Watch out those in the way Turning from Jekyll to Hyde Picture of Dorian Gray That you never can hide Repeat Chorus I don’t see the point of my life I want to cut it with a knife I want to kill the pain And I’m not really sure if I exist Not really sure if I’ll be missed Or if I’ll disappear like the rain I’m a lonely soul in a big crowd I’m sensitive and I am proud And I’ve got a faithful heart And surely it can’t be only me But the wider society That pries us all apart…
11) Alive (3:54)	Left-wing and right-wing are simply opposites sides of the same capitalist vulture. they both advocate the right of the majority to be sold as employees to the minority employers with different degrees of state interventions, programs and expenditures. real freedom for most of us will mean moving beyond the simplistic formulas of left and right and toward a demand for the end of wage labor, money and nation-states altogether and for democratic ownership by the world community and free access to all wealth. when we can see beyond the limitations of capital, there will be nothing that can stop us, and no political demand by the rulers that will tempt us away from our final liberation.	Politic’s dead Republican’s dead Democrat’s dead And the liberal’s dead The Greens are all dead The Fascists are dead The Left Wing is dead Religion is dead Work is so dead Shopping is dead What we want is a world fit for human beings instead What we want is to feel alive Alive Alive Alive What you gonna do with your eighty-two years? Waste them in the office of your empty careers? Watching out the window all your life drift by Wishing you could play under the bright blue sky Wishing you could live as master not as slave Live by the dictates of the fancies you crave Wake up overjoyed by the brand new day It’s free, nothing to pay, just feel alive Alive Alive Alive
12) Golden Rulers (1:52)	There are many things kids can learn from school even beside their curriculum – the nature of hierarchy, the use of behavioral principles and sometimes sheer terror to control them, the great man theory of history rather than the history of our class struggles, swallowing formulas rather than thinking critically, and a life ruled by the alarm clock to prepare them for the world of work. if they learn these lessons well, there just might be hope for them and for the rest of us.	Is it school or is it boot camp As I pledge allegiance Spirit in surgical clamp To this flag romance Every school in every nation Is molding eager minds Stifling imagination But my fingers are crossed behind I refuse to bow I refuse to serve Though they are training me how To be a worker in a herd Won’t lose my nerve Is it school or is it mind control The adults in friction If I’m a child of the animals Or of a feudal fiction Curriculum just politics To pacify the masses The ruling ideas are the ideas of the ruling classes I refuse to bow I refuse to serve Though they are training me how To be a worker in a herd Won’t lose my nerve

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