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| 2. |
| 1:01 |
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| 3. |
| 1:19 |
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| 4. |
| 0:53 | 
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Son of a mother
Son of a father You can look inside you You can look inside me Come on and search! Search deep inside You can put it together You can pull it apart You relapse unconscious You don't remember You don't remember You don't remember! |
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| 5. |
| 0:42 |
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| 6. |
| 0:33 |
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There's a hanging in Turkey
Two necks in a noose One's a rightist The other's a leftist What the fuck? Fanatics |
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| 7. |
| 1:00 |
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| 8. |
| 1:30 |
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I'm waiting and diversing! I'm collecting...
Dispersing information... liberation! Bob Dylan wrote propaganda songs! Bob Dylan wrote propaganda songs! Manifesto on my window and my (fruit?)... Rotation, admiration, outline my route... Bob Dylan wrote propaganda songs! Bob Dylan wrote propaganda songs |
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| 9. |
| 1:44 |
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| 10. |
| 2:33 |
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| 11. |
| 0:53 |
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| 12. |
| 1:36 |
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| 13. |
| 2:03 |
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Hey, ice machine
Will you cut me? Thin line Cut Big scissors Cut Cut loose Cut ? ? Big scissors Stop Cut |
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| 14. |
| 1:47 |
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"when those bombs start falling on the first day of
World war three, I'm gonna grab me a girl And go and fuck her, yeah-yeah world War three" |
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| 15. |
| 1:58 |
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a ton of white boy guilt, that's my problem -
obstacle to joy (one reason for drugs) slept on a mexican beach, slept in trash (american trash) thinking too much can ruin a good time. I asked a mexican who ran a bar for americans "who won" I said "the election?" he laughed and I felt like a gringo - we paid for a song and they had fun with us. why can't you buy a good time? why are there soldiers in the streets? why did I spend the fourth in someone else's country? |
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| 16. |
| 1:30 |
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List monitors arrive with petition.
Iron-fisted philosophy... Is your life worth a painting? Is this 'girl vs. boy' with different symbols? Being born is power... Scout leader nazi tagged as 'big sin'. Your risk chains me hostage. Me, I'm fighting with my head, I am not ambiguous. I must look like a dork. Me, naked with textbook poems spout fountain against the Nazis, With weird kinds of sex symbols in speeches that are big dance thumps. If we heard mortar shells, we'd cuss more in our songs and cut down the guitar solos. So dig this big crux. Organizing the boy scouts for murder is wrong, ten years beyond the big sweat point. Man, it was still there, ever without you coming back around, look! Coming together, for just a second, a peek. A guess at the wholeness that's way too big, at the wholeness that's way too big. |
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| 17. |
| 1:57 |
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As I look over this beautiful land, I can't help but realize that I am alone.
Why am I able to waste my energy to notice life being so beautiful? Maybe partying will help... And what of the people who don't have what I ain't got? Are they victims of my leisure? To fail is to be a victim, to be a victim of my choice. Maybe partying will help... |
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| 18. |
| 1:39 |
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No. 7 on the chump list, playing stooge, eatin' shit -- toadies, toadies.
Using that as a reason for kickin' shit on the dumb fucks -- toadies, toadies. We are cuss-words, nearly illiterate, dedicated to fightin' toadies -- toadies, toadies. |
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| 19. |
| 2:27 |
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The people will survive
In their environment The dirt, scarcity, and emptiness Of our South The injustices of our greed The practices we merit The dirt, scarcity and emptiness Of our South There on the beach I could see it in her eyes I only had a Corona Five cents deposit |
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| 20. |
| 2:13 |
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| 21. |
| 1:58 |
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Working on the edge
Losing my self-respect For a man who presides over me The principles of his creed Punch in, punch out Eight hours, five days Sweat, pain and agony On Friday I'll get paid This ain't no picnic This ain't no picnic This ain't no picnic This ain't no picnic Hey mister don't look down on me For what I believe I got my bills and the rent I should be content But our land isn't free So I'll work my youth away In the place of a machine I refuse to be a slave This ain't no picnic This ain't no picnic This ain't no picnic This ain't no picnic |
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| 22. |
| 3:24 |
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What is peace
To the people Who work the land And die in wars? It was learned in a game That was played by us all Who held the top of the hill From the rest was called the king And I can't believe it all Was good for humankind Is it peace To point the guns? Is it war To fire the guns? We would run with all of our might Push the king off to take the hill And to learn who was king And who makes the better serf I can't believe it all Was good for humankind And i have to read the lies Between the lines Believe in this We are part Of a whole we call the earth And i have to read the lies Between the lines |
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| 23. |
| 2:49 |
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| 24. |
| 3:37 |
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| 25. |
| 2:33 |
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| 26. |
| 2:34 |
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Where's your courage?
Are you afraid to die? Are you happy that God is on your side? I wrote this song in a story of men who died for glory Where's your courage? Do you think you're alone? Are you laughing for being blind and pure? I wrote this song in a story of men who died for glory Where's your courage? Do you share all you have? Are you hiding from something you dont know? Where's your courage? |
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| 27. |
| 1:07 |
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Liberal Man meets Conservative Man
Conservative Man wears his myth on his skin Liberal Man has to explain his and keeps his shirt all buttoned up Conservative Man greets Liberal Man with a well-rehearsed cold stare Liberal Man replies by issuing forth horseshit Conservative Man retaliates by taking the concrete reality of the Situation and lodging it,like a wedge,right between both sides of Liberal Man's brain Liberal Man is caught off gaurd by this apparent non-abstraction There is one full minute of confusion Liberal Man becomes Conservative Man Conservative Man becomes Liberal Man War is declared Liberal Man cheats by calling in reinforcements Conservative Man is set upon by a mob and murdered Said mob then turns on Liberal Man and he dies a broken man |
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| 28. |
| 1:59 |
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Over 300 dead,we still got pride
We've lost all our morals,we still got pride Should we fight this war in some far corner of the globe And learn how to die for some unjust cause Is this our future? Ashes are all that remain It's easy when you got pride How much pride does a dead soldier got? His life so short,no chance to even start The ones he left behind The world he'll never see But no one could deny that the soldier died with pride |
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| 29. |
| 1:19 |
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| 30. |
| 1:30 |
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| 31. |
| 0:58 |
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| 32. |
| 0:55 |
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| 33. |
| 1:10 |
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| 34. |
| 0:36 |
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Badges?
We don't need no badges. We don't need no stinkin' badges. |
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| 35. |
| 0:57 |
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Party with me, punker!
Party with me, punker! In a condo In an air raid shelter In a photo booth The fascist pogo Party with me, punker! Party with me, punker! With napalm With marijuana With a clenched fist With the history of the world Party with me, punker! Party with me, punker! Party with me, punker! |
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