Anti-Illuminati songs/lyrics

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I didn't manage to identify a single lyric from this which was anti illuminati. In fact this particular song seems to be glorifying the Masonic "journey" up the order. Maybe it's the way I've interpreted it but to me this song wouldn't be out of place on some lodges party playlist.
Lol, it's actually a sarcastic song.
 

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Artist: Gil Scot-Heron
Song: 'B Movie' (Intro, Poem, Song)
Album: Reflections 1981

Well, the first thing I want to say is..."Mandate My Ass!"
Because it seems as though we've been convinced
That 26% of the registered voters
Not even 26% of the American people
But 26% of the registered voters form a mandate ...
Or a landslide ...

21% voted for Skippy
And 3, 4% voted for somebody else
Who might have been running

But, oh yeah, I remember
In this year that we have now declared
The year from Shogun to Reygun
I remember what I said about Reygun...meant it
Acted like an actor... Hollyweird
Acted like a liberal
Acted like General Franco when he acted like Governor of California
Then he acted like a Republican
Then he acted like somebody was going to vote for him for President
And now we act like 26% of the registered voters is actually a mandate
We're all actors in this I suppose

What has happened is that in the last 20 years
America has changed from a producer to a consumer
And all consumers know that when the producer names the tune...
The consumer has got to dance
That's the way it is. We used to be a producer – very inflexible at that
And now we are consumers and, finding it difficult to understand

Natural resources and minerals will change your world
The Arabs used to be in the 3rd World
They have bought the 2nd World and put a firm down payment on the 1st one
Controlling your resources will control your world

This country has been surprised by the way the world looks now
They don't know if they want to be Matt Dillon or Bob Dylan
They don't know if they want to be diplomats ...
Or continue the same policy of nuclear nightmare diplomacy
John Foster Dulles ain't nothing but the name of an airport now

The idea concerns the fact that this country wants no-stalgia
They want to go back as far as they can ...
Even if it's only as far as last week
Not to face now or tomorrow, but to face backwards

And yesterday was the day of our cinema heroes
Riding to the rescue at the last possible moment
The day of the man in the white hat or the man on the white horse ...
Or, the man who always came to save America at the last moment
Someone always came to save America at the last moment
Especially in "B" movies

And when America found itself having a hard time ...
Facing the future, they looked for people like John Wayne
But since John Wayne was no longer available, they settled for Ronald the Reygun
And it has placed us in a situation that we can only look at ...
Like a "B" movie

Come with us back to those inglorious days when heroes weren't zeros
Before fair was square
When the cavalry came straight away and all-American men were like Hemingway ...
To the days of the wondrous "B" movie

The producer underwritten by all the millionaires necessary
Will be Casper "The Defensive" Weinberger;
No more animated choice is available
The director will be Attila the Haig, ...
Running around frantically declaring himself in control and in charge
The ultimate realization of the inmates taking over at the asylum
The screenplay will be adapted from the book called "Voodoo Economics"
By George "Papa Doc" Bush
Music by the "Village People" the very military "Macho Man."

"Company!!!"
"Macho, macho man!"
"Two-three-four."
"He'd like to be . . . Well, you get the point."
"Huuut! Your left! Your left! Your left...right
Left, right, left, right...!"

A theme song for saber-rallying and selling wars door-to-door
Remember, we're looking for the closest thing we can find to John Wayne
Cliches abound like kangaroos ...
Courtesy of some spaced out Marlin Perkins, a Reagan contemporary
Cliches like, "itchy trigger finger" and "tall in the saddle"
And "riding off or on into the sunset."
Cliches like, "Get off of my planet by sundown!"
More so than cliches like, "he died with his boots on."

Marine tough the man is
Bogart tough the man is
Cagney tough the man is
Hollywood tough the man is
Cheap steak tough
And Bonzo's substantial

The ultimate in synthetic selling:
A Madison Avenue masterpiece ...
A miracle ...
A cotton-candy politician...
Presto! Macho!

"Macho, macho man!"

Put your orders in, America
And quick as Kodak your leaders duplicate with the accent being on the dupe's
Cause all of a sudden we have fallen prey to selective amnesia ...
Remembering what we want to remember and
Forgetting what we choose to forget
All of a sudden, the man who called
For a blood bath on our college campuses
Is supposed to be Dudley God-damn Do-Right?

"You go give them Liberals Hell Ronnie."

That was the mandate
To the new "Captain Bly" on the new ship of fools
It was doubtlessly based on his chameleon performance of the past ...
As a liberal democrat – as the head of the Studio Actor's Guild
When other celluloid saviors were cringing in terror from McCarthy
Ron stood tall

It goes all the way back from Hollywood to hillbilly
From liberal to libelous, from "Bonzo" to Birch idol...born again
Civil rights, women's rights, gay rights...it's all wrong
Call in the cavalry to disrupt this perception of freedom gone wild
God damn it...first one wants freedom
Then the whole damn world wants freedom

Nostalgia, that's what we want...the good ol' days...
When we gave'em Hell
When the buck stopped somewhere and you could still buy something with it
To a time when movies was in black and white ...
And so was everything else

Even if we go back to the campaign trail
Before six-gun Ron shot off his face and developed hoof-in-mouth
Before the free press went down before full-court press
And were reluctant to view the menu
Because they knew the only thing available was ... Crow

Lon Chaney, our Man of a Thousand Faces ...
No match for Ron
Doug Henning does the make-up ...
Special effects from Grecian Formula-16 and Crazy Glue
Transportation furnished by the David Rockefeller
Of Remote Control Company
Their slogan is, "Why wait for 1984? You can panic now...and avoid the rush."

So much for the good news...

As Wall Street goes, so goes the Nation
And here's a look at the closing numbers ...
Racism's up, Human Rights are down
Peace is shaky, War items are hot
The House claims all ties

Jobs are down, money is scarce
And common sense is at an all-time low with heavy trading
Movies were looking better than ever
And now no one is looking because
We're starring in a "B" movie

And we would rather had John Wayne...
We would rather had John Wayne

You don't need to be in no hurry
You ain't never really got to worry
And you don't need to check on how you feel
Just keep repeating that none of this is real
And if you're sensing, that something's wrong
Well just remember, that it won't be too long
Before the director cuts the scene... Yea

This ain't really your life
Ain't really your life
Ain't really ain't nothing but a movie

[Refrain repeated in an apocalyptic crescendo with a military cadence.]

This ain't really your life
Ain't really your life
Ain't really ain't nothing but a movie
 
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Artist: Gil Scot-Heron
Song: Inner City Blues (Make Me Wanna Holler)
Album: Reflections 1981

Rockets and moon shots
And blame it on the have-nots
Money, we made it
Yeah but before we see it, they take it
Yes, it make you wanna holler right on,
The way they do your life
Make you wanna holler right on,
The way they do your life

Inflation means, there aint no chance
To increase a little bit of finance
Bills they gonna pile up, to sky high
And send that boy off, to die
Yes, it make you wanna holler right on,
The way they do your life
Make you wanna holler right on,
The way they do your life,

Hang ups, and let downs
And bad breaks, and set backs
The natural, natural fact is
Oh baby I can't pay, those taxes
Yes, it make me wanna holler sometimes
And throw up both my hands
It makes me wanna holler sometimes
And throw up both my hands

So you say you never heard of the ‘Inner City Blues’
And what’s more you don’t understand at all
What the ghetto people mean when they say ‘living behind walls’?
Well then put on your best suit, white shirt and tie
And run on downtown to stand in line
For a job washing dishes, but you may not qualify.
Walk a big hole in a new pair of shoes
And you’ve had your first look at the ‘Inner City Blues’.
Go looking for a place to live but all the while
Remember what lurks behind the devil’s smile.
Are we stupid or just naive that we continue to believe
Money can buy us anything
Including a slice of the 'American Dream’?
Yeah, answer ads in the paper about ‘houses for sale’
And get treated like Charles Manson out on bail
When you start to get frustrated by the tactics they use
You'll recognize the feeling
It's the ‘Inner City Blues’
Yeah it make you wanna holler sometimes
And throw up both your hands

And haven’t you ever wondered about
Why some brothers and sisters were down and out?
Receiving their sympathy from a bottle of wine
Or worse yet ‘old homicide’
Living their lives in a glassine bag
Or placed in the mysteries of terminal scag (heroin)?
Some of our brothers parading in drag?
Another set of victims to what we choose,
Yeah you can recognize that, that's the inner city blues
Makes you want to holler sometimes and throw up both your hands

To see sweet sisters, the blossoms of our African tree
Profiling on the corner, talking 'bout ten and three
Because in spite of all the money we made and taxes we paid
The woman was looking at hungry babes and some decisions had to be made
Would you tell her it's better to go to your grave as a slave with a minimum wage?
Well, I hardly think so, but makes you want to holler sometimes
And throw up both your hands

And what happens when people start to think they have nothing to lose? (Poster says, Uncle Sam wants you)
Nothing to lose (Uncle Sam wants you) Nothing to lose.... (for target practice) Nothing to lose... (repeats)

Did you ever hear about Mark Essex and the things that made him choose to fight the inner city blues?
Yeah, Essex took to the rooftops guerrilla style and watched while all the crackers went wild
Brought in 600 troops, I hear, brand new, to see them crushed with fear
Essex fought back with a thousand rounds and New Orleans was a changing town
And, rat a tat tat tat was the only sound, yeah
Bring on the stone rifles to knock down walls
Bring on the elephant guns
Bring on the helicopters to block out the sun
Yeah, made the devil wanna holler cause 8 was dead and a dozen was down
And cries for freedom were a brand new sound
New York, Chicago, Frisco, LA
Justice was served and the unjust were afraid
Because after all the years and all the fears
Brothers were alive to courage found and spreadin' them goddamn blues around
Yeah, make you wanna holler black people and hold up both your hands and say
Liberation.......

Crime is increasing
And, trigger happy policing
Panic is, panic is spreading
And Lord knows where we're heading
Make you wanna holler sometimes
And throw up both your hands
Make you wanna holler sometimes
And throw up both your hands
(outro)
 
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Ian Brown – Blue Sky Day

Whatever happened to a blue sky day?
Planes overhead sprayin' all my blue sky day away
Sprayin' out the sun, milkin' out the sky
Aerosols at altitude, at atmospheric heights
Jet planes making chemtrails, making gridlines in the sky
Street graffiti not allowed, but vandalize...
Stratospheric skies

Whatever happened to a blue sky day?
Planes overhead sprayin' all my blue sky day away
Sprayin' out the sun, milkin' out the sky
Aerosols at altitude, at atmospheric heights
Jet planes making chemtrails, geoengineerin' of the skies
Street graffiti not allowed, but vandalize...
Stratospheric skies

You think I'm crazy, would you rather I don't say
Shall we pretend that it ain't happenin', and it'll all just go away
Jet planes making chemtrails, making dawn raids in the sky
Lines are spread like spiders' webs and that's makin' all of us...
All of us the flies

Right in front of your eyes
Right there in the skies
Right there in your eyes
Right there in the skies

You think I'm crazy, would you rather I don't say
Shall we pretend that it ain't happenin' and it'll all ΅΅just go away
Jet planes making chemtrails, criss crossings in the skies
Street graffiti not allowed, but vandalize...
Stratospheric skies

Right in front of your eyes
Right there in the skies
Right there in your eyes
Right there in the skies

The few that rule the many, yeah yeah we all got eyes to see
Some that just don't realise, the rich man's trickery
It's the few that rule the many, we all got eyes to see
Some that just don't realise, the rich man's...
Plants, traps and trickery

Woke up this mornin' to a blue sky day
Planes overhead sprayin' all my blue sky day away
Children, ask your daddy, tell your mummy look to the skies
Where have all the blues skies gone, all hidden
In plain sight​
 

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"Reservations are the nuclear front line
Uranium poisoning kills
We're starving in a handful of gluttons
We're drowning in their gravy spills
Money junkies all over the world
Trample us on their way to the bank
They run in every race
Windego



It's delicate confronting these priests of the golden bull
They preach from the pulpit of the bottom line
Their minds rustle with million dollar bills
You say silver burns a hole in your pocket and
Gold burns a hole in your soul
Well, uranium burns a hole in forever
It just gets out of control
There was a crooked man who walked a crooked mile
He raised a crooked sixpence to hide a crooked style
He won a crooked vote and smiled a crooked smile
Windego"

 
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Artist (Band): Labelle
Song: Something in the Air/The Revolution Will Not Be Televised
Album: Pressure Cookin' (1973)

OOoo, there's something in the air
OOoo, there's something in the air
Ooh, we got to get it
We got to get it together
We got to get it, y'all
We got to get it together
Right now, right now, right now, right now
Right now, right now, right now, right now
Call out the instigators
There's something in the air
We got to get together sooner or later
Don't you know the revolution is here
And you know that it's right
And you know that it's right
Don't you know, don't you know, don't you know
And you know that it's right
Ooh, we got to get it, yeah
We got to get it together
Oh, we got to get it, y'all
We got to get it together
Right now, right now, right now, right now
Right now, right now, right now, right now

The revolution will not be televised, no
You will not be able to stay home, brothers
You will not be able to tune in, turn on or cop out
Because the revolution will not be televised, no
You will not be able to lose yourself on scag (heroin), nor
Skip out for beers during the commercials
Because the revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not star Natalie Wood and Steve McQueen
The revolution ain't gonna star Bullwinkle and Julia either, no no
There will be no pictures of the pigs shooting down
Brothers on the instant replay
Because the revolution will not be televised, mm mm mm mm
There will be no pictures of Roy Wilkins strolling through Watts
In a red, green and black liberation jump suit
That he'd been saving for a proper occasion
And he won't be wearing a process either
Because the revolution will not be televised
There will be no pictures of you and Willie Mae pushing
That shopping cart down the block, no no
We will not be right back after a message from a white tornado
Or white lightnin', y'all, or white folks in your toilet bowl
And things will not go better with Coke, oh no!
Hooterville and Petticoat Junction will not be so goddamn relevant
And women will not care if Jane got screwed on "Search for Tomorrow"
Because black folks will be in the streets
Looking for a brighter day
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal
The revolution won't get rid of the nubs
The revolution won't make you five pounds thinner
Because the revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be televised
I said not be televised
It just won't be televised
The revolution will be no re-runs, sisters and brothers
The revolution is gon' be live

Right now, right now, right now, right now
Right now, right now, right now, right now
We got to get it together
Right now, right now, right now
Ooh, we've got to get it, y'all
We got to get it together
Oh, we got to get it, y'all
We got to get it together
Right now, right now, right now, right now
Right now, right now, right now, right now
Right this minute
Right now, right now, right now, right now
Right now, right now, right now, right now

When Patti Labelle makes a statement like this, I get turbo-charged on some positive ish........
 

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Artist (band): Labelle
Song: Wont Get Fooled Again
Album: Moon Shadow (1973)

They're cuttin' and fightin' and kilin'
They're cuttin' and fightin' and kilin'

We're fighting in the streets
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone
The men who spurred us on
Sit in judgement of all wrong
They decided and a shotgun sings the song

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the changes all around
Pick up myself and say
Oh, it's just like yesterday
Oh, I'll get on my knees and pray
We won't get fooled again, no no
We won't get fooled again, no no
We won't get fooled again, no no
We won't get fooled again

I'll move
I'm gonna move
I'll move
I'll move
I'll move myself and my family aside
Even if we're left half alive
I'll get all my papers, smile at the sky
Even though hypnotized never lie
We won't get fooled again, no no
We won't get fooled again, no no no
We won't get fooled again, no no
We won't get fooled again, no no no

They're cuttin' and fightin' and kilin'
They're cuttin' and fightin' and kilin'

The change we knew would come (We knew it)
We knew it all along (We knew it)
We were liberated, oh, from the fold (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And the world looks just the same
And history ain't to blame
Banners were all flown in the last war

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the changes all around
Pick up myself and say
Oh Lord, it's just like yesterday
And I get on my knees and pray, pray, pray
We won't get fooled again, no no
We won't get fooled again, no no
We won't get fooled again, no no
We won't get fooled again

I'm gonna move on
Said I'm gonna move on
I'm gonna move
I'm gonna move
I'm gonna move myself and my family aside
Even if we're left half alive
I'm gonna move
I'm gonna move
I'm gonna move
I'm gonna move
I'm gonna move, move, move, move
I'm gonna move, move, move
I move
Move on
Move on
Move on
Move on...
 

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Artist (band): Labelle
Song: Wont Get Fooled Again
Album: Moon Shadow (1973)

They're cuttin' and fightin' and kilin'
They're cuttin' and fightin' and kilin'

We're fighting in the streets
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone
The men who spurred us on
Sit in judgement of all wrong
They decided and a shotgun sings the song

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the changes all around
Pick up myself and say
Oh, it's just like yesterday
Oh, I'll get on my knees and pray
We won't get fooled again, no no
We won't get fooled again, no no
We won't get fooled again, no no
We won't get fooled again

I'll move
I'm gonna move
I'll move
I'll move
I'll move myself and my family aside
Even if we're left half alive
I'll get all my papers, smile at the sky
Even though hypnotized never lie
We won't get fooled again, no no
We won't get fooled again, no no no
We won't get fooled again, no no
We won't get fooled again, no no no

They're cuttin' and fightin' and kilin'
They're cuttin' and fightin' and kilin'

The change we knew would come (We knew it)
We knew it all along (We knew it)
We were liberated, oh, from the fold (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And the world looks just the same
And history ain't to blame
Banners were all flown in the last war

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the changes all around
Pick up myself and say
Oh Lord, it's just like yesterday
And I get on my knees and pray, pray, pray
We won't get fooled again, no no
We won't get fooled again, no no
We won't get fooled again, no no
We won't get fooled again

I'm gonna move on
Said I'm gonna move on
I'm gonna move
I'm gonna move
I'm gonna move myself and my family aside
Even if we're left half alive
I'm gonna move
I'm gonna move
I'm gonna move
I'm gonna move
I'm gonna move, move, move, move
I'm gonna move, move, move
I move
Move on
Move on
Move on
Move on...
And there was me thinking it was a Who original.
( video doesn't play btw)
 

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"Reservations are the nuclear front line

Uranium poisoning kills

We're starving in a handful of gluttons

We're drowning in their gravy spills

Money junkies all over the world

Trample us on their way to the bank

They run in every race




It's delicate confronting these priests of the golden bull

They preach from the pulpit of the bottom line

Their minds rustle with million dollar bills

You say silver burns a hole in your pocket and

Gold burns a hole in your soul

Well, uranium burns a hole in forever

It just gets out of control

There was a crooked man who walked a crooked mile

He raised a crooked sixpence to hide a crooked style

He won a crooked vote and smiled a crooked smile

Windego"

Artist: Buffy St. Marie
Song: Sweet America
Album: Sweet America (1976)

WellI think it's time Im leaving Oklahoma
There's 49 more ways to live my life
America, I'm sure that I don't know you
And I do believe you're worth another try

(Chorus)
Sweet America
Eulogize America
Then fall down on your knees and cry

Sweet America
Sing about America
Then fall down on your knees and cry

Some of you say your fourth-generation
Some of you say your part Cherokee
America, to me, I see you naked
While others see just what they want to see

(Chorus repeats)

I love California
But I'm watching her die
I'm watching her die

(Chorus repeats and fade outs)
 
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Meshuggah - "Dancers To A Discordant System"

Listen to the hidden tune
The essence of lies in notes defined
As we dance to the dissonant sway
The choreography refined
Will subdued and shackled
Reason washed aside
Pledging our love to the chains
Our ignorance ever-amplified


Blooded hands lead the waltz
We're trapped in the out of tune swirl
Still we set the show on continue mode
And dance to a discordant system


We accept the nails we're fed
Lies sharpened to bleed us silent
Muted from the pains
Defiance employed in vain
Any attempts to leave the dance,
Invisibly suppressed
Questions unasked, we learn learn the steps
Eyes shut like all the rest


Unsuspecting, willing, blind, controllable herd
Pawns in a covert game conducted by hands we trust
Dominated, compliant and deceptable
Confident that we matter - we don't see that we're but dust


Committed to a lie we cannot see, cannot know nor comprehend
We're all asinine drones kept in the dark, kept in line


Confined, Bereft of reason
Withering in toxicity
The deadly fumes of deceit
And we all reek of complicity
Humbled, brought to our knees
By the weight of our own guilt
Our nescient ways the catalyst
To injustice and inhumanity


We dance - to appease
Compete in stupidity


Obscured faces file our points
Numbers fed to the machine
Still we stand in line for the next show
The human spine liquefied
What are we, but stupefied
Dancers to a discordant system


We believe - so we're misled
We assume - so we're played
We confide - so we're deceived
We trust - so we're betrayed

Also, I posted it in another thread a while ago but it's more suited to this thread...



Henry Cow - Living In The Heart Of The Beast:


Situation that rules your world (despite all you've said)
I would strike against it but the rule displaces...

There I burn in my own lights fuelled with flags torn out
Of books, and histories of marching together...
United with heroes, we were the rage, the fire.
But I was given a different destiny - knotted in closer despair.

Calling to heroes do you have to speak that way all the time?
Tales told by idiots in paperbacks; a play of forms
To spite my fabulous need to fight and live.

We exchange words, coins, movements - paralysed in loops
Of care that we hoped could knot a world still.
Sere words, toothless, ruined now, bulldozed into brimming pits
- Who has used them how? Grammar book that lies wasted:
Conflux of voices rising to meet, and fall,
Empty, divided, other...

Clutching at sleeves the wordless man exposes his failure:
Smiling, he hurls a wine glass, describing his sadness twisted
Into mere form: shattered in a glass, he's changed...
Now dare he seize the life before him and discompound it in
Sulphurous confusion and give it to the air?
He's rushing to find where there's a word of liquid syntax
- Signs let slip in a flash : "clothes of chaos are my rage!"
He shrieks in tatters, hunting the eye of his own storm.

We were born to serve you all our bloody lives
Labouring tongues we give rise to soft lies:
Disguised metaphors that keep us in a vast inverted stillness
Twice edged with fear.

Twilight signs decompose us

High in offices we stared into the turning wheel of cities
Dense and ravelled close yet separate: planned to kill all encounter.
Intricate we saw your state at work its shapes
Abstracted from all human intent. With our history's fire
We shall harrow your signs.

Now is the time to begin to go forward - advance from despair,
The darkness of solitary men - who are chained in a market they
Cannot control - in the name of a freedom that hangs like a pall
On our cities. And their towers of silence we shall destroy.

Now is the time to begin to determine directions, refuse to admit
The existence of destiny's rule. We shall seize from all heroes and
Merchants our labour, our lives, and our practice of history : this,
Our choice, defines the truth of all that we do.

Seize on the words that oppose us with alien force; they're enslaved
By the power of capital's kings who reduce them to coinage and
Hollow exchange in the struggle to hold us, they're bitterly
Outlasting... Time to sweep them down from power
- Deeds renew words.

Dare to take sides in the fight for freedom that is common cause
Let us all be as strong and as resolute. We're in the midst of
A universe turning in turmoil; of classes and armies of thought
Making war - their contradictions clash and echo through time.


 
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Shihad - Fvey

They hear everything you said
The days of privacy are dead
You've been lead to believe in this fantasy
In a country where freedom's been sold

Five eyes
Looking down

From Waihopai they can spy on you and me
From ECHELON the world's spied on indefinitely

Mars is rising again
Feel free to contact your dictator
Its just men taking their opportunities
Don't complain when your future is gone

Five eyes
Looking down

From Waihopai they can spy on you and me
From ECHELON the world's spied on indefinitely

From Waihopai they can spy on you and me
From ECHELON they world's spied on indefinitely

The days of principles are dead
They smile at your face but fuck you later
We all want to believe in this fantasy
But out freedom is already sold

Five eyes
Looking down

From Waihopai they can spy on you and me
From ECHELON the world's spied on indefinitely
Waihopai, they can spy on you and me
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Life at a Top People's Health Farm
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Dads gone down the dog track, engels' laying cables
Brothers with his student friends plotting in the stables
They're preparing for power and how to win
I'm covered in solaire and preparing to swim
Old iron! old iron! I heard the bobby shout
As he brought his friendly truncheon down with
With a God almighty clout.

Mothers playing bingo, she's hoping for a big win
She buys the daily papers to see how 10% live
My cousins' greatest wish, is to one day buy a farm
And turn it into a health club with top people charm
Any evening, any day - I'm singing to myself
I'll pack up all my clothes and dough and piss off somewhere else.

My ol' man was a dust person until he got the shove
Now the iron heel he talked about is backed by the iron glove
Brothers bought new glasses, shaped like Leon Trotsky's
They look very nice on the mantelpiece, next to the royal family
I'm laying back with the radio on, in time to hear the archer's
An everyday tale of country folk mixed up in prostitution.

Like all good stories with a happy end, which I'll now give to you
Our cousins wish was granted and so his dream came true
His gas shares doubled, while his telecoms soared
Til he had enough money, to chair his own board
And thank you Margaret thatcher, may you never come to harm
He now serves cocktails and lettuce at a top peoples health club farm.

 

A.J.

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I got pretty chummy with this band online.....

this song is called, Agenda
 
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