1. |
Red Alert
04:19
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Take me to the hills it's a red alert, Red Alert
Take me to the woods it's a red alert, Red Alert
Take me to the streets it's a red alert, Red Alert
Take me to their door its a Red Alert
Coming through your TV screens
Another door into your life
Is it media friendly politics
Or a fascist waste of life
They say that times are changing
Or are they just the same?
The things your heroes fought for
Are coming round again
Take me to the hills it's a red alert, Red Alert
Take me to the woods it's a red alert, Red Alert
Take me to the streets it's a red alert, Red Alert
Take me to their door its a Red Alert
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2. |
Your Laws
03:38
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Hold up, heads down
to the panic sound
to the noise they make
as they drag you down
to the punch you took
in the passion ruck
to the broken arm
for a stolen crown
to the way it was
when you never looked
to the heroes that you mistook
to the prison bars to the battle scars
we will not be pushed that far
your laws, your laws are not my laws
Can you hear the screams
from the battle scenes
conceive and dream of a new regime
select a side
that coincides
to a different thought
to the ones outside
give up the guilt
for what you did
It's only wrong if you sing their song
The rules they make
is their only stake
to protect the money
that they make
Their laws, their laws are not my laws
Give me padded cells
next to your church bells
with the thoughts I've had
I will burn in hell
there'll be bloody streets
where the sceptics meet
where they question
all of your beliefs
you form a pack
with the justice trap
'cos it's easier
to push us back
Now I've got time to kill
and lists to fill
if don't mind
if you'd be so kind
Your laws, your laws are not my laws
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3. |
Refuseniks
03:37
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You say that you despise me
for laying down my gun
but i refuse to cross these borders
'cos they've not done anything wrong
Well it's here and it's now
these games you play just don't allow
for the freedom of your non-jewish sons
As you break these clouds
Descending where you've got no power
well I wash my hands of everything you've done
It's hard to defy the wisdom of the tribe
but in your heart you know they are wrong
And I choose that the lives of others mean as much as mine
As I bow my head to the dead in Palestine
Well I don't wanna fight
'cos what I fight for isn't right
I will not kill for money, land or God
I ashamed of this blame
that grew up through this killing game
We're not concerned with peace but spilling blood
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4. |
Days of our subscription
03:40
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In the days of our subscription
to the rights of one and all
We gathered round the campfire
where we heard redemption's call
There were people there from everywhere
just to see the tower's fall
there were whispers in the woodland
and graffiti on the wall
Let your blood boil, get angry
it's your right to not condone
the injustice that they spread to one and all
Turn the corner, in your mindset
forget your designated role
'cos the rules were set long before you were born
Building barricades of passion
lighting fires on the roads
with a thought in mind for freedom
like the fights that went before
It's a clenched fist to their leaders
It's a mass united roar
It's 2 fingers to their future
that is rotten to the core
chorus
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5. |
Molotov
03:56
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6. |
Dead Peasants
03:28
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They make us walk the line
but it's time we crossed
What do ya think they'll do?
What do you think their doing?
They'll work you 9 to 5
they'll work you late
As they watch their profits soar
you can count your tiny stake
The rich, why they get richer
while you scrub the factory floor
a total contradiction
of everything that you live for
They like to push us round
but we could push back
tell them what we're thinking
tell them all the facts
control is just a myth
their compensating right
they lack imagination
to take it to the fight
No more they'll act as speakers
no more they'll talk the floor
the workers new agenda
is to co-operate outside their laws
We'll take back what is ours
we'll take our share
perceive our future
perfect our stare
take off that shirt and tie
that noose around your neck
that falsifying status
to prove that you're the best
No more the rules control us
no more that paper crown
the times have come full circle
we'll tear the old walls down
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7. |
Byker Hill
02:10
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If I had another penny, I would have another gill
I would ask the band to play the bonny lads of Byker Hill
Byker Hill and Walker Shore, collier lads for evermore
Byker Hill and Walker Shore, collier lads for evermore
The pit-man and the girls are trim, they drink home-brew spiked with gin
then to dance they do begin to the tune of Elsie Marley
Byker Hill and Walker Shore, collier lads for evermore
Byker Hill and Walker Shore, collier lads for evermore
If I had another penny, I would have another gill
I would ask the band to play the bonny lads of Byker Hill
Byker Hill and Walker Shore, collier lads for evermore
Byker Hill and Walker Shore, collier lads for evermore
Geordie Johnson had a pig, hit it with a shovel and it danced a jig
all the way to Walker Shore, bonny lads of Byker Hill
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8. |
Revelry
04:05
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In many fields far and near
with mud up to our knees
the music keeps on playing
as our legs begin to seize
A drop of gill beyond the hill
a dab of keep me up
no sleep last night, no sleep tonight
well i just about to drop out
Something keeps me driving on
there's something in my head
there's something in the logic
that someone clever said
there's something in the music
there's something in the food
there's something in the revelry
that keeps me in the mood
Sweep Will's on the cannabis
Grey J's on the booze
Dafydd's he's on everything
he doesn't like to choose
Amy's hula-hooping
round and round it goes
Triban's filling up tonight
as Rich's home-brew flows
Maybe I could find a way
maybe I could choose
to gather my potential
to set my future loose
or maybe I could carry on
enjoy the day I've left
and drink to all the dreamers
who do what they do best
Something keeps me driving on
there's something in my head
there's something in the logic
that someone clever said
there's something in the music
there's something in the food
there's something in the revelry
that keeps me in the mood
In many fields far and near
with mud up to our knees
the music keeps on playing
as our legs begin to seize
A drop of gill beyond the hill
a dab of keep me up
no sleep last night, no sleep tonight
well i just about to drop out
Something keeps me driving on
there's something in my head
there's something in the logic
that someone clever said
there's something in the music
there's something in the food
there's something in the revelry
that keeps me in the mood
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9. |
Papillon
04:20
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13 years in a 6 by 6 cell
living my days in my personal hell
My head it lies elsewhere
My body's signed over to you
I pace this floor daily, mark time in my head
wonder if living is better than death
The silence cuts through me
the walls breathe a sigh of regret
and i know in my heart, I'll be free
'cos every second takes you further from me
There's an honour, a friendship, in the convicts I've met
Sharing the days that we long to forget
neglected yet human, deflected
from all self control
They can beat us, mistreat us
they can higher the walls
make us stand to attention
with their rules and their laws
they'll never get through us
they'll never succeed in our fall
and i know in my heart, I'll be free
'cos every second takes you further from me
I will leap from the cliff edge
take my chance with the sea
avoiding the shark tooth
as I try to break free
treat each wave with respect
a respect never shown to me
I will present my bill
to the lawyers, the judge
to the jury, the policeman
the seeds of my grudge
forfeit my innocence
with the death of real criminals
of law
and i know in my heart, I'll be free
'cos every second takes you further from me
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10. |
No Borders
04:09
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When all is said and done, our countries are all now, one
the borders are all fantasies of government bureaucracy
Who are they to tell us now, when and where and why and how
with all the different places, make friends with different faces
It's now time we took a stand and reclaimed freedom for the land
change their fucking order
Break down all the borders
They'll snatch us in the dead of night and put us on the soonest flight
get back to where we came from
If your'e ill or to be killed or persecuted to the hilt
get back to where we came from
Does it matter where you're born, where you first watched the dawn?
You can't change your surroundings, your immigration pending
If you work or you are poor, the likelihood is a closed door
unless your a celebrity, a footballer above the law
It's now time we took a stand and reclaimed freedom for the land
change their fucking order
Break down all the borders
They'll snatch us in the dead of night and put us on the soonest flight
we'll break own all your borders
If your'e ill or to be killed or persecuted to the hilt
we'll break own all your borders
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11. |
Tara Hill
04:10
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Last night as I lay dreaming
of pleasant days gone by
My mind been bent on rambling
to Ireland I did fly
I stepped on board a vision
and set my thoughts to kill
A subversive seed was sewn
By the stone on Tara Hill
Delighted by the gallantry
Enchanted by the scene
When in my early boyhood
where often I had been
I thought I heard a murmour
and I think I hear it still
it's these old High Kings of Ireland
that cry for Tara Hill
To amuse a passing fancy
well, I lay down on the ground
to stop their mighty diggers
who shortly gathered round
when we were home returning
we danced with bright good will
we could see the past returning
to the stone on Tara Hill
It was the 23rd of June
the day before the fair
when Ireland's sons and daughters
and friends assembled there
the young, the old, the brave, the bold
their duty to fulfill
to stop these corporate masters
from killing Tara Hill
I went to see my neighbours
to here what they might say
the old ones they were dead and gone
the young ones turning grey
I met and old school anarchist
who was as bold as ever still
he said, 'I'll kill those fucking bastards
if they go near Tara Hill'
I paid a flying visit
to my first and only love
She's as fair as any lily
and as gentle as a dove
She turned away, ignored me
her passion had been killed
She's now married to the monster
destroying Tara Hill
Well, I dreamt I knelt and kissed her
as in the days of yore
She said, 'Johnny you'll never beat them
like all the times before''
The harp played in the morning
the songs of old soon chilled
the souls of all the people
destroying Tara Hill
Last night as I lay dreaming
of pleasant days gone by
My mind been bent on rambling
to Ireland I did fly
I stepped on board a vision
and set my thoughts to kill
A subversive seed was sewn
By the stone on Tara Hill
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12. |
Riot
04:30
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The snow it never settles in the city
the ground it pays homage to the games that we play
The sirens in the distance show no pity
Boarded up shop fronts, no business today
Back behind the doorstep considering tactics
forced up against a wall, for a freedom of thought
well these streets are our battlefields and we're the suburban trees
our roots they run deeper than their criminal laws
Marching to the square, well I'll sure you'll be there to greet
tear gas and batons and a weakness of mind
you can knock us to the ground but we'll just regain our feet
And we'll riot for peace, we'll riot for love
When you throw the first punch, ten more will come at you
When you stand on our backs, you'll be shoved to the floor
If it's a fight that you want, we'll be fighting forever
'cos we're fighting for peace while you're fighting for war
Marching to the square, well I'll sure you'll be there to greet
tear gas and batons and a weakness of mind
you can knock us to the ground but we'll just regain our feet
And we'll riot for peace, we'll riot for love
RIOT!
RIOT!
RIOT!
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Kilnaboy UK
Kilnaboy the band shares its name with a tiny village on the West Coast of Ireland. Most of our ideas and influences stem from an active protesting background and the constant frustration of trying to exist in an industry where music is lost in a void of cloned popstars. We will carry on regardless in the hope that music still has the power to change the blinkered perception of mainstream society. ... more
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