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STILL NOT LOVING THE POLICE
They beat and kill under the protection of law.
Intimidate and humiliate on the pretext they wear uniform
They try to silence the people, but they will never silence the revolt
You deserve respect ? Let's ask Adama !
You’re not so tough in front of the block
Why do we run away from cops ?
Do we throw stones at the cops ?
Well maybe we're tired of getting beat up and killed
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Stinky - Struggle
02:39
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Judgment impacts me like a blank shot.
Lots of noise for little damage.
Should I teach you that you don’t get to know someone by shaking hands?
I have nothing to prove to anyone,
I’m already trying to live in agreement with myself,
Before interesting someone.
People who pretend knowing everything always scared me.
I always belittled myself in front of them.
The More I grow up, the more I get up high.
The More you hate me, the more I want to be myself.
I want to be myself!
Look at the hand you’ve just shaken, I’ve put it on all the rage I could find.
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La culture délétère
Des paniques du mélange
L’instinct possessif et grégaire
De oeux qui ont peur de l’étrange
Pedigree fantasmé
Hérédité réclamée
Consanguinité désirée
La gouaille prétentieuse
Pour masquer la faiblesse
La pâleur orgueilleuse
Mais la peur qui oppresse
C’est la peur du noir
Leur adrénaline
A tous ces crevards
Qui crient famine
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Rojas, las armas de los Etxegiña
Negra, la bandera alzada en Gernika
Roja, nuestra sangre nuestra familia
¡Negras, tormentas de Debabarrena!
Martirio Común
El de miles de arrestados
Martirio Común
El hambre en oscuros campos
Martirio Común
La Pepa y falsas condenas
Martirio Común
¡Mujeres Libres en Cadenas!
Nosotros los Etxegiña
Descosemos la urdimbre
Del funesto silencio
Que gangrena cada pueblo
Nosotros los Etxegiña
Obreros de Euskal Herria
Militantes cenetistas
Profesores anarquistas
Nosotros los Etxegiña
Nosotros los Etxegiña
El precio de las palabras
Heló labios y heridas
El precio de las palabras
Tributo de los Franquistas
La cautela de los vencidos
Es la fuerza primigenia
Que alimenta nuestros gritos
¡Etxegiña!
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Birds in Row - We vs. Us
04:52
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How long do you think these times will last
Before we become total strangers?
The prophets are dead
In our hands they rust
I know we've promised
I know we've lied
Hell, our voices sounded much better
Divided we sink, together we rise
This costume will have to look good on me
Before I die
There's no award, no reciprocity
In all we try
Nothing seems clear
I can't sleep
You know I'm not the one encouraging prayers
But please join your hands and make this one the last
This costume will have to look good on you
And if the ridicule kills
We’ll die facing the laughters
I’m just sick of them all
Sick of confusion, certitude and norms
I guess the shadow is a good place to hide
Let's turn on the lights
I’m just sick of them all
And we can be more
We can be more, I know
My hand in your hand
And the world to grasp
Something made it holy
And in a way we liked that
There was truth inside our silence
And anger in our eyes
For every step there is a doubt
And understand it’s ours to fight
So keep my hand in yours and yours in mine
For we’ll make it if we try
It’s us against ourselves and the rest can fucking die
I’m just sick of them all
And we can be more
We can be more, I know
The ceiling rains down on us
And it weights on the rich, the poor and all in between
Nothing is sacred
Nothing but the hands that protect
And i protect you
And you protect me
We had been dreaming in the shape of a nutshell
And in the fortune boat we’d have secured them all
We set sails away from the sharks
This costume will have to look good on all of us
Before it dies
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Ssanahtes - Sad Song
08:39
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Writing down, writing down,
No idea what I'm doing
I just want to fucking, 'til what ?
Simply nothing
Filling my glass, between two lines
A substance cuming from a fountain pen
The writer and the hooker
Just sharing an empty pain
Thinking of sex as a forbidden thing
Feeling excitement and delirium
Like an animal that submits another
By nailing it to the ground
Bestial feelings, raw sentences
Frustration inscribed in stench bodies
Set in the void, I knew what it is
So shut up and let's fuck
Don't need blue pills
To get in the filthy fields
Healing my obsessions
No passion, just fill
Tears and seeds melting on the soiled bed
Like a painting of my wasted life
Juggling with lives and souls
(Self-destruction drafts my own resolution)
(Feel?)
A life that consumes itself
Suicide seems unthinkable
There was not much left to kill
Don't need to write it down, let's just fuck
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Shaxul - Draft Evasion
02:23
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We finally got together, we are angrier than before,
We finally got together, we are stronger than ever
Yet we have this burning hope, the one that unite us all
Yelling out loud again and again for people to keep dancing
Because we will keep moving forward, always welded together
And make sure it never end.
My vision of true friendship is a fucking huge story. I built it all over the world
This is always love, it’s a feeling that last forever
I’ll always be on your side
I would never lower my head
The smile on my face
On my face
I never let you down
This is us against them all
Without any regrets no regrets
Because we are back for more
Let's break this walls with me
Let's make them happy. We gonna break you down.
To see each other once again. We are living for this.
Let's kick bad things from our lives
Let's dance in circles
And live like we'll never die
we'll never die
and we dance In circles
like we Never die
Let's dance in circles
Like we'll never die
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Wounder and sorrow
disappear in my dreams
Reach out this first light
with no weapons
no bleedings
but they fall the mask again
The ivory tower doesn't last forever
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Kesys - Fall - Deepness
07:56
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Déception - IIA-XVII
04:15
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Atavisma - Speared Lungs
03:39
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Lungs filled with spores
Speared by the Dagger of Tribulation
That challenges the Valiant Hearts
Monarchs of Stoicism
Embracing their fate
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Slow - Lueur
17:02
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Crawling onwards, miserable
My gallows are invisible
This noose an artefact of thoughts
A blindfold made of ashes
A labyrinth of fears
Set loose to dwell
Wishing never to be found
This cruel place at least familiar
Beyond its walls, there is no life
Death is but one shadow of my mind
Reaching into the hollow
A spark too dim to follow
The end inside so near
A glimpse of hell
A taste of grief
My self-proclaimed Gehenna
This darkness wants my bones
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Collectif informel fermement opposé à tous les types de discrimination et de comportements abusifs.
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