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Union Jack and Union Jill
Back up and down the same old hill Sell the flag to the youths But who swallows the bill Murdoch she wrote Him have his hand in the till Blairful of Thatcher Stuck on the 45 The suits have changed But the old ties survive New Britannia cool Who are you trying to fool? Behind your fashion-tashion I see nothing at all Care for the commodity Cuts the nation into three Rich pickings for the first Bottom third you never see While middle England keeps swinging its loyalty No concern for the future Just with dead royalty So will the real, the real Great Britan step forward This is the national identity parade Shoe gazer nation forever looking backwards Time to reject the sixties charade Not enough schools Not enough homes Just phony care in his millennium dome More prime cuts than beef on the bone And there's too many questions you're not answering Tone Union Jack and Union Jill Back up and down the same old hill Sell the flag to the youths But who swallows the bill Murdoch she wrote Him have his hand in the till So will the real, the real Great Britan step forward This is the national identity parade Shoe gazer nation forever looking backwards Time to reject the sixties charade So will the real, the real Great Britan step forward Shoe gazer nation forever looking backwards So will the real, the real Great Britan step forward So will the real, the real Great Britan step forward |
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| 2. |
| 3:35 |
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Who controls the past controls the present
And who controls the present controls the future The battle for the past is for the future Must be the winners of the memory war Smash reach out and then grab the flower At the end of the day their defeat will be for sure Have you inside your memory the scene of the crime If you don't have a clue then you're running out a time Struggle continues while di sunshine Past and the truth two of them you have to combine Because books dem a burnt and documents are shredded Cover ups are covered up in the name of the law Presidents and royalty caught red handed And you won't know about it for fifty years or more Come pay attention to the re-educator The battle for the past is now the battle for the future Fire for the messengers of this fake nostalgia Soon come judgement day Who controls the past controls the present And who controls the present controls the future The history they teach is the voice of the victor You need to look again you need to have a propaganda! If truth is your price then come join the bounty hunters Because truth make you the enemy of all these liars Because books dem a burnt and documents are shredded cover ups are covered up in the name of the law Presidents and royalty caught red handed And you won't know about it for fifty years or more Come pay attention to the re-educator The battle for the past is now the battle for the future Fire for the messengers of this fake nostalgia Soon come judgement day |
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| 3. |
| 3:20 |
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Canteen culture colouring the view
From Hendon to Eltham, not following the clue Corruption instruction, the life blood of the blue The whole of the barrel is rotten and not just a few Evidence buried with a secret handshake Investigating officers on the double X take Lost records and notes, excuses half baked Screwed up A4 and this is no mistake Officer XX, it's time to liaise Let me introduce you to the brand new krays No mention of the gangster- 'Informer' is the phrase No communication in the 'In' and 'Out' trays MI5, them building up Combat 18? Nazi turnouts and the BNP in between? Running drugs for money for the loyalists? Macpherson, how come you missed the whole a this? Defective constable, what you gonna say? Suspending our belief and still on full pay Chief Condon is safe, what did you expect? Who's up next? Calling Officer XX! Spindoctors and editors engaged in a pact Information leaked out to cover up the facts Daily slackmail onto a nice little earner While another thousand cases still on the back burner Zero tolerance for Jack the Home Sec Running for cover 'cause him know we're after him neck Him a huff and him a puff Inna de name a de law When it come to the guilty him a man of Straw Defective constable, what you got to say? Suspending our belief and still on full pay Chief Condon is safe, what did you expect? Who's up next? calling - This shameful spectacle we can see clearly Conspiracy in practice Now not in theory Heard all of de report and looked over the whole a de text Time to step forward now Officer XX Defective constable, what you gonna say? Suspending our belief and still on full pay Chief Condon is safe, what did you expect? Who's up next? Calling Officer XX! |
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| 4. |
| 5:01 |
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Every Sunday morning in front of the TV
Recording with a microphone Naya Zindagi Pioneer Gurdas Maan Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan Kept our parents alive Gave them the will to survive Working inna de factories Sometimes sweeping de floor Unsung heroines an heroes Yes they open de door They came a long time ago But now it seems we've arrived Naya Zindagi! Naya Jeevan New Way New Life Stayed an we fought an now de future's open wide New Way New Life Naya Zindagi! Naya Zindagi! Tjinder pon de radio Dis is England's new voice Censorship for years But now dem have no choice Running thru de playground We could never have known Dat in de future Our role models would be home grown And now we're walking down de street Wid a brand new pride A spring inna de step Wid our heads held high Young Asian brothers an sisters Moving forward, side by side Naya Zindagi! Naya Jeevan New Way New Life Our opportunity will no longer be denied New Way New Life Naya Zindagi! Naya Jeevan And we're supposed to be cool Inna de dance our riddims rule But we knew it all along Cos our parents made us strong Never abandoned our culture Just been moving it along Technology our tradition Innovation inna the song Now de struggle continues To reverse every wrong New heroines and heroes Inna de battle we belong When we reach de glass ceiling We will blow it sky high Naya Zindagi! Naya Jeevan New Way New Life Stayed an we fought an now de future's open wide New Way New Life Naya Zindagi! Naya Zindagi! Naya Zindagi! Naya Jeevan |
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| 4:28 | 
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| 6. |
| 3:52 |
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For every opportunity
we squeeze de last drop Seeds sown inna de past and now we're reaping de crop Yer, spreading de roots an we're no longer under-ground Those dat turned away are now turning around Homebeats and High-hats mightier than de sword Version excursions an breaks from abroad Too many secret histories dat have never been told Reveal hidden agendas Remove de blindfold Examine de story before you tek de stage Unscramble freaktalk displayed pon de front page Frequency flashing synchronised like strobe Can't do it alone you need to get into de collective mode Need to get into de collective mode We're taking note of every brand new sound Keeping our minds open Cor we know we're future bound Together we must recognise the signs of our times Together we must learn to read between the lines Make your own programme No bother become digital captive You need some Audio So you must be Active Get into collective mode Spirits become positive You live de life you love An you love the life you give No-one is an island whether you like it or not All inna di same boat which is about to be rocked Warning light flashing synchronised like strobe Can't do it alone you need to get into de collective mode Do you spend too much time living inside your head Worry too much about what the other man said Need to pay heed to dis sonic reflection Turn dis disconnection into interconnection And get into de collective mode Do you spend too much time living inside your head Worry too much about what the other man said Need to pay heed to dis sonic reflection Turn dis disconnection into interconnection |
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| 7. |
| 5:24 |
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New Crash is coming
Watch out IMF dem try to tek away your sight Boom an a gloom, recession it a loom For de second time in ten years it's your money or your life Better tek cover 'cos de crash is coming soon Lock, stockbrokers and two smoking barrels Spun de roulette wheel an a you won de first time So forget bout prayers an a your christmas carols Welcoming de new year back on de breadline New Crash is coming Pointing de index finger at meaningless figures Dow Jones, Wall St., Nikkei they all lied Speculator, golddigger an free market ligger Here comes a FTSE up your backside Pacific Rim panic, taking de tooth from de tiger Financial fallout overriding de geiger A war of nerves between the US an Japan Once again de underdogs end up carrying de can New Crash is coming International Monetary Foul play Talking doublespeak is de order of de day Freetrade, Slavetrade, slip dem a bung an call it aid Gurus, Fakirs: Witness de mess dat they have made Watch out IMF dem try to tek away your sight Boom an a gloom, recession it a loom For de second time in ten years it's your money or your life Better tek cover 'cos de crash is coming soon New Crash is coming It's de end of history, we say it's just de beginning Struggle for de truth no more doctors will be spinning Pilger prophecised de profits of de city Media mogul dying wid his hand inna de kitty We live in de world that time BeGATT Time to check de data debris an change de format All de way from de frontline here comes de backlash Bad news outnational announcing de crash! |
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| 8. |
| 4:01 |
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is the power line is the poverty line
Racism and imperialism work in tandem And poverty is their handmaiden Those who are poor and powerless to break out of their poverty Are also those who by and large are non-white, non-western, third world Poverty and powerlessness are interwined in colour, in race Discrimination and exploitation feed into each other today Under global capitalism We are back to primitive accumulation - plunder on a world scale Only this time the pillage is accompanied by aid sustained by expert advice and underpinned by programmes and policies that perpetuate dependency The IMF, The World Bank, Structural Adjustment Programmes General Agreement on Tariffs and Trade - GATT, are just a few of the organisations, schemes, projects which under the guise of developing the third world, plunder it. Trade agreements and commodity prize-fixing patents and intellectual property rights They lock them into paralytic dependency There's no such thing as illegal immigrants, only illegal governments Black is not just the colour of our skins It's the colour of our politics There's no such thing as illegal immigrants, only illegal governments Today, the colour line is the power line / is the poverty line |
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| 9. |
| 4:47 |
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| 4:14 |
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Read up your history
and you’ll reach your destination Teach up the youth and then you’ll find the solution Education is the key will be for eternity Come focus upon dis and then you will see We’ve come so far so fast from what they call the past Laying down foundations and we know they’re gonna last Present and the future we will never fall Realise united we stand and divided we fall This is the wall of community sound We’re comin to get you I'm comin to track you down No escapin from this militant scientist Suffer no defeat is upon top of the list Hope and glory the myth of the labour tories We’re comin down' and tellin you a different story Any time when we come positive and confident And them coulda never escape this ya judgement |
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| 8:21 |
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Truth hides under fallen rocks and stones
At the end of a disconnected phone (that's where the truth hides) Truth hides buried deep beneath your feet At the end of an unmarked street (that's where the truth hides) Truth hides with the people written out of history Black leaders and inventors whose names remain a mystery Great women recorded on ripped out pages Obliterated wisdom, covered up faces Truth is lost in the mists of eMpTy Vision, And found in the notebooks of those wrongfully imprisoned, and in the evidence that was never brought to trial, but not in the void behind the newsreaders' smile. Truth hides under fallen rocks and stones At the end of a disconnected phone (that's where the truth hides) Truth hides at the end of an unmarked street Stored (?) deep beneath your feet (that's where the truth hides) [Chorus (x2):] Truth it's a hide under rocks and stones At the end of your line Down an unmarked street Truth it's a hide under rocks and stones At the end of your line Truth hides whenever we lose our focus Slips out the back, quickly replaced by the bogus, fleeing soundbites disguised as facts That reappear in the small print on every contract Truth hides on the other side of a two-way mirror In countless documents sent straight to the shredder That might finally give us the whole of the picture But until the day we decide to dig a little deeper We know that truth will hide Under fallen rocks and stones At the end of a disconnected phone Down an unmarked street And buried deep beneath your feet [Chorus (x5):] Truth it's a hide under rocks and stones At the end of your line Down an unmarked street Truth it's a hide under rocks and stones At the end of your line... |
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| 6:23 |
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Ami bidrohi! I'm the rebel warrior
risen alone with my head held high I will only rest When the cries of the oppressed No longer reach the sky When the sound of the sword of the oppressor No longer rings in battle, Hear my warcry! I’m hear to teach you a lesson I’m hear to torture your soul I’m the itch in your side that's got out of control gonna prey on your conscience You’ll be praying for forgiveness Seen all the evidence No longer need a witness So take my word man Here’s my sentence One hundred thousand years of repentance. the rebel warrior Check my anger, it’s all Ain’t no token I’ll be satisfied only when your back’s been broken It’s my burning ambition to burn down your empire Man I’ll be building you a funeral pyre The fire in my eyes, If looks coulda kill I won’t be satisfied until I’ve had my fill. So, check my anger, Ain’t no token, I’ll be satisfied only when your back's been broken Ami bidrohi! I'm the rebel warrior Risen alone with my head held high I will only rest When the cries of the oppressed No longer reach the sky When the sound of the sword of the oppressor No longer rings in battle Hear my warcry! HHHHHear my warcry! The Rebel Warrior Repetitive beats beating against your skull striking you down to the sounds of the wardrum The doum!The doum of the dhol takin' it’s toll Null and void is what you’ve become An underground army with my brothers and sisters Hand to hand fighting, Building up a resistance Repetitive beats beating against your skull Null and void is what you’ve become Ami bidrohi! I'm the rebel warrior Risen alone with my head held high I will only rest When the cries of the oppressed No longer reach the sky When the sound of the sword of the oppressor No longer rings in battle Hear my warcry! A radical movements Strange alliance The siren and the flute in unison ’cos it’s a part of my mission To break down division Mental compartments Psychological prisons I’ll be sowing the seeds of community Accomodating every colour every need So listen to my message and heed my warning I’m telling you know How a new age is dawning Ami bidrohi! I'm the rebel warrior Risen alone with my head held high I will only rest When the cries of the oppressed No longer reach the sky When the sound of the sword of the oppressor No longer rings in battle, Hear my warcry! Yes the unity of the hindu and the muslim Will end your tyranny Ami bidrohi! ami bidrohi! Yes the unity of the hindu and the muslim Ami bidrohi! Yes~ ami bidrohi! |
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| 4:44 |
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I'll be honest with you:
I hate war in all it's forms- Physical, Psychological, Spiritual... Emotional... Environmental I hate war... And I hate having to struggle - I honestly do because I wish I had been into a world where it was unnecessary. This context of struggle and being a warrior and being a struggler has been forced on me by oppression. Otherwise I would be a sculptor, or a gardener, carpenter - you know, I would be free to be so much more... I guess part of me or a part of who I am, a part of what I do is being a warrior - a reluctant warrior, a reluctant struggler But... I do it because I'm committed to life We can't avoid it, we can't run away from it Because to do that is to be... cowardice- to do that is to be subservient... to devils, subservient to evil and so that the only way to live on this planet With any human dignity at the moment is to struggle I'll be honest with you: I hate war in all it's forms- Physical, Psychological, Spiritual... Emotional... Environmental I hate war... And I hate having to struggle - I honestly do because I wish I had been into a world where it was unnecessary. This context of struggle and being a warrior and being a struggler has been forced on me by oppression. I guess part of me or a part of who I am, a part of what I do is being a warrior - a reluctant warrior, a reluctant struggler But... I do it because I'm committed to life We can't avoid it, we can't run away from it Because to do that is to be... cowardice- to do that is to be subservient... to devils, subservient to |
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| 8:27 |
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