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Oooh, Fuck Capitalism
00:13
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2. |
Cycles of Seasons
03:17
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The leaves they float on
And the skeletons ignite inside
Our aching bodies
Are sometimes left behind
Slanted steps
Move so slow
Songs of wind
Spirit of snow
PRECHORUS
Like leaves you float on
On, on, oooooooon
Ooo yeaaaahhh
CHORUS
You feel it in your bones
And pulsing inside your skull
A will no master’s have
A will no one else can control
You have control
BRIDGE
Cycles of seasons
Are the backbone of reason
Inevitable persistence
In gravitational existence
Stand strong in resistance
Bones built for resilience
Elemental aides around you
In the spirit that compounds you
And in the spirit that compounds you
CHORUS
You feel it in your bones
And pulsing inside your skull
A will no master’s have
A will no one else can control
You have control
Like leaves you float on
And the skeletons ignite inside
Resilient bodies...
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3. |
Like a Wolf
02:58
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Verse
Hands keep crunching down
While wheels keep rolling round
I'm just a workin workin
for my satin pillows underground
Cogged up in the machine
Bossman harassing me
They call this relax industry
That capitalistic irony
Prechorus
Working to pay to the rent
For money my life's been spent
Thank God for sweet music
Give me that sweet music
Chorus
This life is worth so much more
Then working for needs I can barely afford
So give me that music, don't you charge a fee
Cause baby you know true beauty unfolds and it don't cost a thing
Wwooooooah
1 cycle of verse chords
Verse
Cogged up in the machine
Fogged up mentality
like a little red-eyed robot
this is where young dreams rot
Prechorus
Working to pay for school
for money I am a fool
Give me that sweet music
I live for that sweet music
Chorus
This life is worth so much more
Then working for needs I can barely afford
So give me that music, that sweet ol tune
I'll make like a wolf, I'll be singing to the moon
Ow ow ow ow ow ow woooooo
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4. |
Red Eyed Robot
02:23
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Clock in, clock out
Time makes less doubt
And oh my god – I almost feel human
Lights on, lights off
I’m a red eyed robot
And oh my god – I almost feel human
I am always tired
Cause I can never go to sleep
My veins are nothing but wires
And my heart beats on a screen
I never belonged here
But you just had to make me
You have always lived in fear that you are incomplete
Briefcase , check please
Latte, car keys
Oh my creator – that is SO human?
Target, trouble shoot!
It’s war! Reboot boot boot!
oh my god – I feel just like a human!
I am always tired cause I can never go to sleep
I may be a red eyed robot but there’s not much difference between you and me
I never belonged here but you made me what I am
When we look in the mirror, we look just a like a program
And oh my god – I almost feel human!
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5. |
Pie
00:05
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THAT BAND FRANK Oakland, California
THAT BAND FRANK is a protest folk-punk ensemble from Oakland, CA.
As humble
travelers and critics of empire, KC, Luna, Bob and Will feel soul-rooted solidarity against all forms of oppression.
THAT BAND FRANK creates emotional narratives through sonic retaliation, living as dreamers under capitalism.
Never accept pancakes from Uncle Sam.
#FuckThePolice
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