As a black night fast approaches dawn. We gather in mist by the gnomon. As the stones are struck by the suns first rays. We feel the Earthpower in our veins.
It's all about identity. Construction of a family. Of difference and simile. What I give you and you give me. . It's all about identity. This tribal sense of dignity.
Born to trouble, poised for action. Ready to spring at a moment's notice. Nerve's like a trigger, waiting to be pulled. Covered with sweat, it ain't nice.
Another adolescent suicide - 'cos you don't look the part. Killed by the glossy magazines that brainwashed you from the start. Photos of models in expensive clothes.
Now there's many tales in many cites to tell. And there's so many ways that the story is told. . There's a room with no bed in the heart of the ghetto.
United we stand, divided we fall. skins and punks rally to the call. now's the time to change this land. and it's your duty to lend a hand. . We gotta boot down, boot down, boot down the door.
Icy steel shoots through concrete, Cool City. Mountains of glass reflect the sky. Everybody feels real good in Cool City. Each day brings a new surprise.
Every time I see your face I know the love that lies and waits for me. And every time I look at you your eyes they say the same thing back to me. And every time I look above I see and learn and know there's something waiting for me..
There's someone knockin' on my door. There's someone knockin' on my door. I think they're looking for me. I think they're looking for me. . Pretend there ain't nobody home.
A csitri hegyek alatt. Rgen leesett a h. Azt hallottam kisangyalom. Vled esett el a l. . A csitri hegyek alatt. Rgen leesett a h. Azt hallottam kisangyalom.
I fear a world without the sun. . The day the sun never rose, cold swept the world. And now stone and ice, the children she forms. I lift my eyes to take in horizons of skin.
Oi!. Nineteen nineties and the nazis are back. Family burnt out in an arson attack. Children lying in hospital dying of their burns. It's about time that everyone learns (to).
This next song is. Is dedicated to those American fighting girls!. . That's right. Those American fighting girls. Who aren't afraid to take the law into their own hands..
We watched them fall, eyes locked to mine. Feeling as if I had let them down. Caught blinded by silk, led by lips. To the baited chains now look around regret.
Most people's experience with the police isn't some sort of rose-faced "Dixon of Dock Green" type who goes around cuffing someone on the shoulder for nicking a rosy apple or something right. Their experience of the cops is: They ride around in riot vans all day(they can't walk anywhere. If they're so popular how come they can't wlak around on their own anymore?) They turn up five days after your house has been burgled and say they can't do nothin' about it right. They kick shit out of you up in a magistrates court on a Monday - that's the reality of the cops..
I'm the one who preys upon the weakest. And the weakest always preys. Upon the one who's underneath. . I'm the one who doesn't see. The waves of human kindness.
Pastry mixed veg. Red bean. Courgettes. Walnuts. Cashews. Almonds. Mushrooms!!. . Let's make a tasty anarcho-pie - Ace vegan food for you and I. Let's make a tasty anarcho-pie - Ace vegan food for you and I.
When I was young, my mind would always wander away. I couldn't talk, never had nothin' to say. But now I'm grown, nothing much seems to have changed. I think I'm going insane yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Your scarlet soaked and bold. And the sheep's eyes locked to mine, sink to my bones. Though your lips still drip, intentions, they keep me wanting more.