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Fight Today for Tomorrow
02:06
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We all bought the notion that we could be sold a choice. They say they're selling freedom for half-price tonight. Don't buy it. Your can't be sold a choice. We make this promise to ourselves: We'll make our own choice. We'll make our own choice and have no regrets. Imagine a St. Louis where revitalization doesn't mean gentrification. Imagine an Alton with no empty factories. Imgaine Wood River smelling nice. Imagine Jerseyville without a Wal-Mart. Imagine Brighton with no trailers. Imagine a world with us in control. Fight today for tomorrow.
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Their Morals and Ours
03:04
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We're here for more than to entertain you. Live art. Think. Feel. We are a world at a crossroads with progress not guaranteed. I motion for a bright future. Would someone second me? Their wrongs are our rights. Or do we even h ave them? Is it really wrong to threaten private property? It starts tonight. We can do so much better than this! Empires rise and empires fall, but we will do it all. We will do it all to see the death of capital. We have a world to win. We have nothing to lose but our chains.
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Are We Listening?
02:10
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Another curtain closes on another night, and I wonder if a thing has changed and as I look into our eyes on this night, I wonder if we're listening. Are you listening? Are we listening? We spend these nights building community hoping that one day we can put our collective power to some use and do something great. If you take one thing home with you tonight, let it be a mind for change. And take it to your workplace and/or take it to you school. Let's do something great!
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For Aaron
02:34
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You said their pledge with you hand to your heart. A decade plus and they've shattered that heart. It's a sobering moment when you realize that all their words were lies. You have mouths to feed and prescriptions to fill. You work three jobs just to pay the bills with sixty hours and no free time to pay for your surgery. You've paid in but now you're losing out. You bought their lies but now they're throwing you out. Give me one good reason why you should bow to them. Once you covered your eyes, but now they are open. There is no escape from our material conditions, because this is the REAL America, where hospitals look the other way whenever their patients cannot pay. It's profits, then people, the fatal contradiction that's holding progress down. And we're not taking it anymore! One day, true patriots will burn their flags.
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Revitalization
02:18
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Revitalization isn't kept in money-filled pockets. It's held in soil-stained hands. The time is now to take the feet off our necks and place the building blocks of tomorrow in place today. We can fill the crack with our determination and we can wash away the filth with our courage. Community is disgraced by it being given a name. Words are lost and forgotten. Finally enraged, we scream at the tops of our lungs into this lonely night, begging and pleading that they stop sucking us dry. They are guilty as sin, bu still as they always do when faced with an angry mob at their door, they wipe the blood from their mouths and calm us down with their words of milk and honey. And so the play begins,. We, the once angry mob, are now pacified. We sit quietly entertained, but the curtain has yet to come down for there are lines yet to be spoken. My dear, have you forgotten what comes next? This is the part where we change the world. The red sun will rise and this dark night will be engulfed. As the shadows recede, the truth will be revealed, and even the blindest of the blind will see completely.
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Our Time is Now
02:09
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The times are changing, and minds are opening. Our time is now, and every second wasted is another life. We can afford to wait no more. The time has come for us to rise. We can't count on destiny. The changes won't make themselves. The conditions are beckoning, calling for something new: the next stage in history. "End the reign of the bourgeoisie!" The future belongs to us. The time has come for us to take what's ours.
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They shipped his job overseas. He's not quite sure what he'll do for money, as the shareholders sing the praises of cheap labor and dine tonight at high-class tables in high-class homes in high-class neighborhoods. And they don't know, but they won't care about what they did to him. She's making shoes in Indonesia for spoiled brats in America, working for five cents an hour and not allowed to organize. The CEO can't pat himself on the back quite hard enough, as he knows that he's maximized the value extracted from our labor. Is this what you call free trade? We lose our jobs. We get nothing back. We're victims of cutthroat imperialists/capitalists. Misguided anger plagues our ranks as we blame the oppressed of the third world. But there's nothing free about this. There's nothing fair about this.
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System Overhaul
04:11
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The system is designed to keep us all in line, while no parties represent us and no heroes come to save us. Look to your own hands, and let's all take a stand. This is not democracy at all. We need a system overhaul. We have a long way to go. I can't take it anymore. What the hell did he die for? Was it freedom and democracy or land, markets, and money to fill the pockets of a few, who don't answer to me or you? This is not democracy at all. We need a system overhaul, but we have a long way to go. Their wars are not our wars. Our wars are not overseas. Our wars are right here. War? no war, but class war! We have a long way to go, but together we can do anything. We can do anything!
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They give up on us. They give up on you, and they give up on me. Well, we didn't need them anyway. There is hope in our eyes. There is hope in these nights. Hope for a better world, for peace, freedom, and equality. We have more power than we know. We have more power than they want us to. Together, we are powerful. Together, we are strong. The system needs us more than we need it, and it would crumble under our hands. Let' us the power in our hands.
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Le Internationale
04:29
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Arise, ye workers from your slumbers! Arise, ye prisoners of what for reason in revolt now thunders and at last ends the age of "can't." Away with all your superstitions. Servile masses arise. Arise! We'll change henceforth the old traditions and spurn the dust to win our prize. So comrades, come rally and the last fight let us face. The internationale unites the human race. No more deluded by reaction. On only tyrants we'll make war. The soldiers, too, will take strike action. They'll break their ranks and fight no more, but if those cannibals keep trying to sacrifice us to their pride, they soon shall hear our bullets flying. We'll shoot the generals on our own side. No savior from on high delivers. No faith have we in prince or peer. Our own right hand these chains must shiver, these chains of hatred, greed, and fear. Before the thieves give up their booty and give it to a happier lot, each at the forge must do their duty and we'll strike while the iron is hot. So comrades, come rally and the last fight let us face. The internationale unites the human race.
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We carried the banners died blood red like our hearts. The events of tonight will fulfill our wildest dreams. We don't seek violence, but we're running out of cheeks to turn. "Where is the gathering place again?" "It's at the capitol with all of our comrades." We'll have to tear down the walls and get inside. I once felt dead inside but tonight i feel alive. No, i won't rest till it's done. Off in the distance i hear the beating of the drums. Let's run behind the cars before we get shot. History remember us. Remember this. Their bullets lit sky like fireflies. All of our lives unraveling like all their lies. No, i'll rip some cloth from you shirt to try to cut it off. We all bleed of freedom pouring out with every drop. This shouldn't have happened, not to a friend. Please don't mourn us. Please don't mourn me. Organize!
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Bread! Peace! Land!
00:48
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Reaction Dies Tonight
04:13
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One day our rage will come down like a storm. Dust off the flags and banners old and worn. Reviving age-old battle cries and protest songs, we'll make the masters pay for all their wrongs. So, wave the red flag high for all those who have died. The cry is going out for revolution. We are the beacons of light in the dark sea of reaction, shining brightly for a better way. So, throw away all your old defenses and fight with us for a better day. No more divided by our race, sex, or beliefs. No more the victims of ignorance and greed. For every working family trying to make ends meet; for everyone that's homeless, sleeping in the street; for every nameless victim of police brutality; for every single student wise enough to see; for every union member toughing out a strike; for all the world's soldiers being forced to fight; for every migrant worker crossing borders full of hope; for every single human the cry is going out: "REVOLUTION!" Reaction dies tonight.
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