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Alienation
04:39
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"And let me right at the outset define what I mean by Alienation
It's the cry of men who feel themselves the victims of blind, economic forces beyond their control
It's the frustration of the great mass of ordinary people excluded from the processes of decision making
It's the feeling of despair and hopelessness that pervaids people who feel with every justification that they have no real say in shaping or determining there own destinies" (Jimmy Reid)
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times
The punks were pulling on their boots
I was six years old on a picket line and in the evening my mother made me watch the mini series Roots
I got the jist
Well the strike went on for 9 long weeks and they had to sent the army in
Some of them died
The Green goddesses were not fit for purpose and the tinder box lived right up to it's name
Well Christmas came and went, not much of an event
Our family got our picture in the Evening Times
But poverty was respectful then and most people had that wee bit of pride still...
Two years down the line it was 1979
It was the turn of the Clyde and the mines
We were told to 'retrain', 'get on your bikes', 'keep up with the times' Jesus Christ, I left school with a smile and I thought I had guile right up to my YTS
I'll not even mention the job club
With no ships or coal you could work for your dole
You're a wage slave but minus the wage
Not that these tasks were appealing to me, the truth be told
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times
I was pulling my boots on now
But the revolution had long been televised
I accept that I had missed the boat
No frigging in the rigging for me
I was doing all nighters watching the hit man and her and stealing my mothers fags
I'd attend the occasional LPYS meeting but I found it a bit culty and I only really went because there was this girl I fancied that went, when she stopped showing up, so did I
I'd attend the occasional demonstration
But some of my old school friends were now in the BNP
They would try and attack us
And that made me a little bit paranoid
I did find a group of friends eventually and they would drag me to anarchist meetings
But I remember getting called a 'schemie' for turning up with a bag of chips
And pretending to like Discharge was impossible but for the most determined
However I had nowhere else to go and nothing else to do
So I did the best I could to have fun with it
That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang
That's the sound of the men clearing their browser history
That's the sound of the men calling me a libtard
That's the sound of you clapping for the nurses
That's the sound of the soccer mom dropping off her psychos
With an extra clip in their pack lunch box
That's the sound of finding a sense of belonging
Somewhere you don't belong
Some people talk about a mid life crisis
Some people experience lifelong crisis
And that's the sound of the men working on the chain gang
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Mr X
06:18
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You gotta stupid smile, you know that pal?
Can you see it?
Can you see it?
Can you see it?
Good!
Did you smile when the bulldozer went in over the black kids body?
Did you smile when the bodies were covered over?
Did you?
Did you smile that same stupid smile?
Did you?
Can you see it?
Good!
Did you smile when the bulldozer went in over the black kids body?
Did you smile when those bodies were covered over?
Did you?
Did you smile?
Did you?
We're gonna be here until this things finished...
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Paper Kites
03:21
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"In Scotland's Burgh's petitions poured in against the treaty
90 in all...
Most were an honest reflection of the feelings of all classes
The Duke of Argyll suggested they be used to make kites
The opposition planned an armed rising"
I'm not attempting to travail down some cliche ridden wistful path, things ain't what they used to be...
I'm just stating the facts
This town is absolutely fucked
Profit rules
Poverty reigns
Acute class cleansing and rampant gentrification
The flogging and whoring
Profit rules
And the people responsible for it's protection are the ones doing all the fucking
Absolutely fucked!
Indict capital for the degradation of human mental health
Protect the public space of Edinburgh from the predacious hands of private interest
Create social housing for all who require it
Decriminalise all drug use and invest in pioneering treatment programmes
Remove private capital from health and education
Demand a universal basic income
Abolish the monarchy!
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Not Charity
03:21
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We dinnae want money
We dinnae need the state
We can organise ourselves
But If the kids need football
We'll give them the best football
Boxing?
We can do it
Bikes?
We can do it
Rather than sitting here saying, 'why is the council no doing that?', 'why is that charity no doing that?'
Let's do it ourself!
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Ally bally bally bally be
Sittin' on yer mamy's knee
Greetin' for a wee baw bee
Tae buy some Coulter's Candy
From the slaughterhouse of the Somme
To the abattoir of Amritsar
From the slaveships and gulags
To the scorched earth and the salted wells
From the famine and starvation
To catastrophic sectarian partition
Wipe your hands on the Butcher’s apron
Fodder, fed upon
For the insatiable hunger for conquest; for Empire
The horror; all are to blame
No honour; the desperate race to mount the stupa
Built of bones, flesh and broken dreams
Our only use
In the trenches
In the shipyards,
The factories and mines
Your foot upon our throats, your barrels pushed up against our spines
Base born
Low sprung
Bleed the same
Speak the same
Scattered to confound language
Rebuild the Tower of Babel
There is growth in swimming against the stream
The sun is finally setting, beckoning the eve
At the end of a rope or beneath the guillotine
The final whisper of the immoral, immortal deceit
Dulce et decorum est, pro patria mori
Mark our words
Comprehend and utter
There will be another flood
And all blood is red in the gutter
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Old Town Young Team
02:06
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In his white dinner jacket, doubles as a bouncer
There's a cheer as he brings out a guitar
And he sings us a song and we all sing together, when will we see the likes again
As the wine goes in we can see he is a goner
All his friends know he hits his wife
I can recall his charms in true Eastman colour
As a child I loved his lies
Alone again in the corridor I hear the echoes and the laughter of my peers untroubled minds
But this time I'm in real trouble
Fear is a greater motivator than love
Fast forward decades and I'm back in the playground, now waiting for my son
The perfect microcosm of the British class system gather in their norms
Their day brightened by a dad on a children's scooter made for adults and someone's new dog
I pretend to look at my phone
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Gutterblood Scotland, UK
Home of Gutterblood band and Gutterblood Records
Gutterblood = noun, Scottish.
A person of inferior breeding. One of the rabble.
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