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Step it up!
02:50
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Step it up!
Well we marched against apartheid, and we marched against the bomb
We marched all round these city streets 'til we were back where we started from
We marched against the poll tax, and we marched against the war
We've marched for many miles and until our feet were sore
And we've marched against the nazis, and marched against the cuts
But now I think that it's time to
Step it Up! Step it up! Step it up! Step it up!
Well we marched for the miners and we marched for women's rights
Some marches ended in celebration and some ended in fights
We've marched in the sunshine, we've marched in the pouring rain
Sometimes we'd come back next week and march all over again
And we've marched in solidarity, sometimes we've marched in love
But now I think that it's time we
Step it up! Step it up! Step it up! Step it up!
And we'll keep on marching, the same old songs sing
But if we'd only walk the walk like we talk the talk,
Who knows what that may bring
Step it up! Step it up! Step it up! Step it up! Step it up!
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This is England
02:43
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This is England
The Peaks, the Lakes and the North Yorkshire Moor
The Shard and Rotunda cityscape, Glastonbury Tor
This is England, my England, there are many points of view
And I don't need it defending by the likes of you
St Paddy's, St Paul's, the Cathedral at Wells
Sun through a stained glass window, and the pealing of bells
Ah, but in this England there are synagogues, mosques and temples too
And I don't need it defending by the likes of you
For the lies and hatred that you wrap in the flag of George of Palestine
Is the measles of mankind according to Mister Albert Einstein
It was against such a creed that our Grandad's fought in league with Muslim and Hindu
Tell me which side would you have been on back in World War Two?
Now in Walthamstow, in Newcastle, in Bristol and Luton too
We'll fight to defend the English from the likes of you
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We're Gonna Take Our Country Back
So I hear we're gonna take our country back
Yeah back from a Brussel's bureaucrat
Coz we love democracy and all that
Think accountability is where it's at
But see when we take our country back
Back from a Brussel's bureaucrat
Coz on accountability we're so keen
What we gonna do about Her Majesty the Queen?
What we gonna do about Her Majesty the Queen?
And see when we take our country back
Yeah back from a Brussel's bureaucrat
And give all power to the great British hordes
What we gonna do about the House of Lords?
What we gonna do about the House of Lords?
And see when we take our country back
Yeah back from a Brussel's bureaucrat
And on every border post a sentry
What we gonna do about the landed gentry?
What we gonna do about the landed gentry?
Now don't get me wrong, I don't love the EU
But it seems to me we haven't thought this through
Coz if we wanna take our country back
It may be we need a different line of attack
Coz if you think I'll follow fools like Farage
And believe all of Boris's bullshit barrage
Only buy my petrol from a BP garage
That ain't England's dreaming mate, that's a mirage
And my rage is complete
When I learn that immigrants are getting hassled in the street
Coz was it immigrants who ran the services down?
Was it immigrants who moved the jobs out of town?
Was it immigrants who didn't build council homes?
And made us all dependent on loans?
No.
Immigrants came and put the country back together
Coz we asked them to, then, like the worst host ever
Gave them a whole load of racist blether
Said they did things that we knew they'd never
While they care for us from the cradle to grave
Make the music to which we rave
Score the goals that no one could save
And always take less than they gave
Oh, but don't let the truth get in the way of your tale
Coz I know your only parroting the Daily Mail
Which of course is always on the right side
Supported Moseley, Hitler and Apartheid
And it's the same vile bile screams from the front page
Wanna take us back to a bygone age
Which, in reality, never existed
And what did was so twisted
That you couldn't be gay or marry out of your religion
Have a baby out of wedlock and they'd put you in prison
Steal a loaf of bed because the system had failed ya
They put you on a boat that was bound for Australia
And who was it did that? Some EU arse?
No, that was our very own ruling class
And it's now with them you now want me to find a common cause
When all they've ever given us is austerity and wars
While protecting their own posterity with laws
Designed to enshrine an existing order
That turns every rich person into a hoarder
So, while children go hungry, and disabled people die
We're now supposed to cling to this lie
That we're all in it together and everything will be alright
If we just pull up the drawbridge and hold each other tight
We'll spend all our money on health care and our passports will be blue
And live happily ever after now we've left the EU
No
Because what's wrong with this country long pre-dates the Common Market
Of course we're all angry, but we're aiming at the wrong target
With our Dunkirk spirit, sense of fairplay, andlove of the underdog
Now tell me what has any of that got to do with Jacob Rees Mogg?
With Farage, Johnson, Duncan-Smith, Widdecombe and Arran Banks
Is that a Team GB you wanna be on? For my part I'll say no thanks
But if from them you wanna take the country, I won't stay ringside
Ring the bell, I'll fight like hell, and I will not be denied
But when you say you wanna take our country back
I'm sorry but I think you miss the fact
That no matter how much you love these shores
The truth is mate...it never was yours
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Trickle-down Lies
03:50
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Trickledown Lies
Times, I get asked for spare change, on these streets paved with gold
by the hungry and cold.
There are buildings aplenty, and so many stand empty, yet the people are homeless
It makes me want to tear, tear their tongues out, when they say "Oh, but the wealth will trickle down"
It's a trick. To keep us down. Trickledown la la la lies
Times, we see people broken, hear, desperate, dying words spoken, on our TV screens
Screams that come forth many, little children the victims of war. What are they dying for? Your bullshit.
If selling weapons is how you get rich, it ain't wealth trickles, you son of a bitch, it's the blood on your hands
It makes me want to tear, tear their lungs out, when they say "Ah but the wealth will trickle down"
Trick. To keep us down. Trickledown la la la lies
Time, for a changing, a rearranging of the shape of things
Now, for you heeded no warning, you'll see a new day dawning, and you'll wish you weren't around.
Watch your world crumble, watch it reel and crumble and feel
More than your wealth trickle down
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They Shoot Children Don't They
Another day, another $37 million for the firearms trade
Another family grieving, again the President is dismayed
For he says guns keep us safe, like his sponsors in the NRA
But not in the hands of a fearful racist watchman, here in the home of the brave
Because they shoot children don't they
They shoot children don't they
They shoot children don't they
They shoot children don't they
Dr Assad took a job that says you do no harm
But that ain't quite how things panned out down on Bashar's farm
But to hear him talk about the "terrorists" in a manor so calm
You could almost forget the civilians in the way of his arms
But they shoot children don't they
They shoot children don't they
They shoot children don't they
They shoot children don't they
Ben Netanyahu said "they put those kids in the way of our guns,
What kind of people would do such a thing to their own daughters and sons?
We just want peace, and this is what we're up against, go figure"
But you know what Bibi, someone still has to pull the trigger
And they shoot children don't they
They shoot children don't they
They shoot children don't they
They shoot children don't they
TRUMPET SOLO
They shoot children don't they
I said they shoot children don't they
They shoot children don't they
They shoot children don't they
Be it Cleveland, Homz, Gaza, Soweto or Belfast
If there is just one thing that we can learn from our not distant past
If you deny justice and seek to keep the peace with weapons that kill
It don't take long before the blood of the innocent starts to spill
They shoot children don't they
I said they shoot children don't they
They shoot children don't they
They shoot children don't they
They shoot children don't they (they shoot children don't they)
They shoot children don't they (they shoot children don't they)
They shoot children don't they (they shoot children don't they
I said they shoot children don't they
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Twenty People in a Room Above a Pub
You could get low. You could get down
You could really start to frown
When you're only twenty people in a room above a pub
Twenty people in a room above a pub
Twenty people in a room above a pub
Twenty people in a room above a pub
Because you wanna shake this mess.
You wanna turn it all around
But your only twenty people in a room above a pub
Twenty people in a room above a pub
Twenty people in a room above a pub
And it fills you with despair to see all the empty chairs
Coz they said that they'd be there. Doesn't anybody care?
Twenty people in a room above a pub
Twenty people in a room above a pub
Too busy trying to keep their head above water
But if not for them, what about their son or their daughter
Haven't they got blood pumping through their aorta?
And my sister is in town man, I wish that I'd brought her
Twenty people in a room above a pub
Twenty people in a room above a pub
And it's the same old faces in the same old places
Make the same old cases, a puddle not an oasis
Twenty people in a room above a pub
Twenty people in a room above a pub
And to call it a movement just feels pretentious
when you look at all the forces that are lined up against us
Twenty people in a room above a pub
Twenty people in a room above a pub
Twenty people in a .........what?
Some thought it was a show? So?
Fifteen people in a room above a pub (that's)
Fifteen people in a room above a pub (just)
Fifteen people in a room above a pub
Fifteen people in a room above a pub
Yeah, but be honest, it's been ten
Man alive, it's been five
And what about that time when nobody came?
And you're missing the game
And you forgot to set record...and who's this just come in?
Oh lord, it's him. The pedantic, sectarian left libertarian
I swear if he kicks off he'll wish he'd stayed with his books antiquarian
Sixteen people in a room above a pub (that's)
Sixteen people in a room above a pub (just)
Sixteen people in a room above a pub (not all of them welcome)
Sixteen people in a room above a pub
What?.............................What now?
Some more come?.........We're thirty one?
With more on the stairs? Wait...have we got enough chairs?
So you're no longer feeling lonely because it's standing room only
There are forty people in this room above a pub
Then, eighty people in a room above a pub
Soon one-sixty people in a room above a pub
Next three-twenty people in rooms above pubs
Six-forty, twelve hundred, two and a half, five
ten, twenty, forty K - this movement is live!
Eighty, one-sixty and we're still not complete
So we're getting out our seat and we take it to the street
They start to feel the heat and then we got the suckers beat.
So don't you ever dare despair, don't you ever cease to care
Because you're only twenty people in a room above a pub
Twenty people in a room above a pub
For hear when i beseech ya, you let history be your teacher
You are harder than Jack Reacher. You're the main fucking feature
Because the struggle is greater than the sum of it's parts
It's a battle for the minds, it's a battle for the hearts
But don't you know that the revolution starts, with
Twenty people in a room above a pub
Twenty people in a room above a pub
Twenty people in a room above a pub
Twenty people in a room above a pub
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Get It Together
06:34
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Get It Together
Oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh
Too many years of long, long division
Only taking away from the class
Form a faction, become a fraction, a distraction
All this subtraction is a pain in the ass.
Think of a number
While you slumber
Dreaming of a critical mass
But, do the math, do the math , do the math, do the math
And what you will, will come to pass
What you will, will come to pass
What you will (will) will come to pass
Together. Together. Together.
If we all stand together, all stand together, all stand together, all stand together.
We could get it together, get it together, get it together, get it together.
And if we all are together, all are together, all are together, all are together
We could get it together, get it together, get it together, get it together
And if we all rise together, all rise together, all rise together, all rise together
We could get it together, get it together, get it together, get it together
So, come on get it together, get it together, get it together, get it together
Get it together, get it together, get it together, get it together
Coz if we don't stand together, don't get together, don't rise together, aren't all together
Then we won't get it together, we'll fall together, falter together, fail altogether
So, come on get it together, get it together, get it together, get it together
Get it together, get it together, get it together, get it together
Too many years of long, long division
Only taking away from the class
Form a faction, become a fraction, a distraction
All this subtraction is a pain in the ass
Think of a number, while you slumber
Dreaming of a critical mass
But, do the math, do the math, do the math, do the math
And what you will, will come to pass
What you will, will come to pass
What you will, will come to pass
What you will, will come to pass
What you will, will come to pass
What you will, will come to pass
What you will, will come to- gether
It'll come together, it'll come together, it'll come together, it'll come together, so come on
Get it together, get it together, get it together, get it together
Get it together, get it together, get it together, get it together
Get it together, get it together, get it together, get it together
Get it together, get it together, get it together, get it together
Get it together, get it together, get it together, get it together
Get it together, get it together, get it together, get it together
Get it together, get it together, get it together, get it together
Get it together, We've a world to win. Get!
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Dave Thorpe and The Slam London, UK
Dave Thorpe is an East London based singer-songwriter.
The Slam are some South London friends he enlisted to make
his songs sound better, namely
Ben Fox
-trumpet/vocals
Clare Perkins
Grace Cookey Gam
Olivia Mace
Tania Rodrigues
Tim Block
-vocals
& featuring Jeff Harding as Pilgrim.
All songs recorded at RMS studios by Andy Le Vien.
Spoken words recorded Studio 301
Mixed & mastered by Ross Burman.
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