Song sheet for the Infernal Revolution:
6th of December
Poseidon he damned this dry land never to retain bodies of water
The IMF retains the plan, leads by the hand, right to the slaughter
Forgotten rising from the sand, this is the land, democracy was born here
It will also die here
The Empire opens up its eyes, it’s no surprise what has arisen
The workers find the nerve to speak, students take the streets, inmates break the prisons
The politics has been unmasked the eyes look past and see through the teargas
The spirit of Greece is released, coming from beneath, to face the beast
(Chorus) Remember, remember the 6th of December, Athena released with one shot
I see of no reason why the insurrection should ever be forgot
Pan plays his flute forlorn for what was born, and what will die here
The muses call to Hephaestus and Nemesis to forge and conspire
The weapon firmly in their hands, forgotten take a stand against gods and liars
The power lies within, so let’s begin to put them to the fire
(repeat chorus)
Our Black Rose
From the camp of Red Hugh O’Donnell, to the streets of old Cairo
there’s a hope that streams forth like a brook we must try to follow home
We must crawl back through the years and scale the centuries
Do not fear my dear, do not lose hope, for we will find our black rose
There’s a girl not far from the camp, her hair as dark as night
and her skin so fair save them cheeks of rose, but don’t you dare look in her eyes
Just look up to the sky, which is almost as deep a blue
lest you spend your days crashing through the waves for a taste of our black rose
(Chorus) Oh won’t you hold your head high my Little Red, wipe that teardrop from my eye
I hear a cheer five hundred years from here, cannons ripping through the sky
oh red lightning come boil in my blood, place that scent upon my nose
for where it goes oh nobody knows, but there’s hope in our black rose
Caught her scent by a barricade, that was burning in Spain
Saw her shadow in Johannesburg, caught her print in Patagonia’s plain
Followed her tracks straight through to Moscow, there frozen over by a flood
for our black rose she drinks from our tears where we drown her in our blood
(Repeat chorus)
Don’t mind the boots in Derry, nor the tracks through Baghdad sand
Do not fear the fences of Arizona, nor the chains that bind your hands
See straight through prison bars, the pope’s wine runs red for you too
And there’s Irish ale there to share by the pale, where we find our black rose
(Repeat chorus)
This is Our Boat
Berkman’s building bridges on the bridge of the boat
Bolsheviks and Russian rebels on the ocean float
Captain count your captives close and eye your exiles
’cause Berkman’s got your soldiers and sailors on the bridge of the boat
Sasha says the soldiers and the sailors say they see
We’re all on the same ship and we all wanna be free
Enlisted men and deportees on a prison floating out to sea
Sasha says, “Go get your guns. We’re gonna mutiny.”
(Chorus) Now this might be your prison, and this might be your world
You might have designs on the hearts and minds over every boy and every girl
And this might be your ocean, and now I don’t mean to gloat
But we’re standing on the bridge of the Buford, this is our boat
Well federal inspector Berkshire brought an order from the Colonel guy
The order simply said “Submit” and boy did that get a rise
The deportees did not stand down because they knew how to organize
They said “Sasha’s the only Colonel we recognize.”
So the colonel sent for Sasha and he met him there at the door
Said, “If I only give the order that destroyers gonna send us to the ocean floor
You all cry for more, you bold and you poor, don’t you know that we’re in a war?
I’ll be glad to leave you rotting in Russia at the end of this tour.”
(Repeat Chorus)
Freedom and Equality
Hunger glows like coals in the bottoms of our souls
shoes are pocked with holes, do you feel the street?
Sorrow scars and stains with the stresses and the pain
you can read it on the faces that you meet
From slavery to poverty, war, hunger, and disease
the kings refuse to cure because their governed by their greed, so
(Chorus) I fight for anarchy ’cause I love humanity
and we deserve freedom and equality
Out beyond the dawn, like the verses of a song
before long and growing stronger there’s a day
The sun will rise like fire and burn out all the liars
her rays will chase the shadows all away
There’s a hundred million problems in this world that are wrong
and if we want to right them then we gotta fight strong, so
(Chorus)
Haymarket
Four men swinging in the wind. (x2)
Hey Mama, did they go down to Haymarket?
Was that their only sin?
They fought to bring us eight hours. The general strike, for eight hours
But the state devours when it can win
Bullets and batons are their power
(Chorus) The day will come when our silence will be more powerful than the voices you throttle today
They killed some strikers at McCormick’s, so in the papers the anarchists
swore they’d tear the rich down from their high tower
Called a meeting at Haymarket
The mayor said all was quiet. Police, go home. There’ll be no riot
But Bonfield sent his men in there to crack some skulls
Dead bodies gathered there in piles
(Repeat Chorus)
They called the rebels instigators. Make raids now look up laws later
And hang one man for every hour
Make examples of their leaders
Five men waiting on the gallows (x2)
Grave Digger, dig them graves shallow
They’ll be rising up tomorrow
Now there’s four men swingin’ in the wind. Four men swingin’ in the wind
Only two were even down at Haymarket
It’s not the end it’s the beginning. (x3)
Remember, we are the beginning.
Away from the Charles
I was a child in Franklin with the farms and the factories
grew up in Norfolk with the woods and the fields
Became a man in Brighton with the pubs and the people
now here I am in the land of the steel
(Chorus) Away from the Charles, away from the Charles
Never for so long so far from her shores (x2)
The three rivers of Pittsburgh are broad and majestic
so deep at the bottom they flow to the west
Twice the size and the fury of the meandering Charles
whose wandering charms run in streams through my chest
(Repeat Chorus)
Many a bridges they have here in Pittsburgh
They say more bridges than Venice they have
But I’d trade ’em all in for one night on my river
staring down at the lights from the bridge on Mass. Ave.
(Repeat Chorus)
Many a nights we spent down at the Charles
drinking and smoking and laughing ’til dawn
I dream of those friends and the moonlight and magic
when I close my eyes they’re here singing along
(Repeat Chorus)
Infernal Anthem (The Sun’s Gonna Set: Part 2)
US out of Afghanistan, US out of Iraq
US out of the Middle East, leave now and never come back
And I’ll light the way on with my draft card, to burn the recruiters all down
Fellow workers don’t fight other workers, no it’s time to turn those guns around
(Chorus) The war on terrorism is the symptom of the disease
and our movement shall be an Infernal Machine
Consider us the Huns, consider us the Visigoths
either way we’ve come to smash these walls until the Empire falls
We’ve come to smash your empire
US out of New England, yea we’re taking the entire Northeast
US out of North America, well it’s time now the toilers will feast
And we’ll lead the way on with our strike song, we workers we won’t work for you
And the soldiers will fight for the people, they won’t kill who the rich want them to, and there’ll be
No more masters and no more slaves
We’ll keep on fighting. We’ll see that new day. Yea, there’ll be
no more masters as soon as us slaves have our way
(repeat Chorus)
Buenas Noches, Buenaventura
Oh, it was a dark time in Spain
Storm clouds always gather thick before the rain
and in his hands he found a gun, and to his friends he was the one
he was the peoples’ favorite son, he fought on behalf them
Bullets flying towards the priest, and the beast it gnashed its teeth
chased the friends onto the street and to the world they were released
Buenas Noches, Buenaventura, you gave it a try
You’ll come back to us when its time
Buenas Noches, Buenaventura, when you close your eyes,
all your people are there inside
Hijos del Pueblo, more precious than a pearl
running fugitive from the world
Back at home the jackboots fall, and the friends they heed the call
Slip back in, commence the brawl, sent straight to the prison walls
Buenas Noches, Buenaventura, it’s been a good ride
You’ll come back to us when it’s time
Buenas Noches, Buenaventura, when you close your eyes,
all your people are there inside
Spanish people go retrieve your stolen sons and daughters
The fascists in the barracks are ready for the slaughter
The anarchists unleash their guns, the workers rise, the fascists run
and giving chase the people come, militia of revolution
Buenas Noches, Buenaventura, you live by the gun
You’ll come back to us, when we’ve won
Buenas Noches, Buenaventura, under the sun
grows the sweet fruits of revolution
The world ignores the cries of the Spanish people
Them reds and anarchists are burning down the steeples
November storm clouds come around, and fascist bombs break Madrid’s ground
but when our hero comes to town, Buenaventura is shot down
Buenas Noches, Buenaventura, you gave it a try
You’ll come back to us when its time.
Buenas Noches, Buenaventura, the day that you died
all your people laid down and cried
Buenas Noches, Buenaventura, it’s been a good ride
You’ll come back to us when it’s time
Buenas Noches, Buenaventura, the day that you died
all your people laid down and cried
Passing By
Well I work with a man named Karma who’s had a bad run of it himself
he spends his days rolling sushi trays while his heart hangs on the shelf
and at lunch time we lay down our grinding stones and talk of wealth
and that which might have become of us if we could find some if it ourselves
Back in Nepal one day a girl called Karma on the phone
it had been a wrong number, but toward each other their hearts roamed
but she’d been arranged to marry and left Karma all alone
so he moved away to the USA and his heart he left back home
Well Karma, what will you ever do if you won the lottery?
Would you move back home to Nepal and live all easily and free?
He said I don’t bother dreaming about what will happen to me
and the glistening skies behind his eyes offered no apology
(Chorus) Well the scenes of our lives pass you by, don’t close your eyes
Cause the seasons of time keep passing by
Well my Momma she tries to buy me clothes because mine are full of tears
at Christmas time my stocking’s full of socks in matching pairs
Well Momma save your money, oh it’s good to know you care!
But I’m more concerned with who I am than I am with what I wear
And I’ve got family all around me, I’ve got friends in every square
I’ve got comrades in my corners and you know we all dream to dare
And on New Year’s day it’ll be safe to say this last year’s in the past
So let’s drink this time like it’s precious wine and enjoy it while it lasts
Remember me when I’m gone and the life that I have lived
for heaven lies not above the skies but in the hearts and minds of friends
and on that day I hope they say he was true ’til the end
when my ashes hit the soil, let life begin again
(Chorus)
Libertalia
I was just as old as you back in 1692
on a slave ship under the whip, way out where the salt winds blew
then rising on the horizon, the ships with white sails flying,
how surprising were the pirates of Libertalia
They came like lightning over the sides and all around me there was fighting
and they’re declaring right before me to be enemies of slavery
they said, “We are Liberi.” and they set everyone free, even me, even me
Listen children, close your eyes and you can see it’s not that far
the white sails cut through the fog to the shores of Madagascar
and their Captain said “Son listen, that land there in the distance
is the garden we call Libertalia.”
Captain Misson had a vision, my children won’t you listen
a decision such as this one shan’t be left to a politician
and if each man is equal in this land, there’ll be no drawing lines in the sand
so they built an earthly heaven here on Libertalia
(Outro) And I can still see them on a sunny afternoon
the dogs are a sleeping, and the boys are singing a tune
and when the sun comes down, like wolves we’ll howl at the moon
the girls are a dancing, the chef stirs with a silver spoon
And if the kings come here, they’re bound to meet their ruin
and if the queens come here, the wolves are sure to croon
and if any prince comes here, the rats will swing and swoon
if the admiral comes here, we’ll dunk him like a loon
long after we’ve rotten, we’ll still be singing this tune
with the corpse of Caraccioli, and the ghost of Thomas Tew
Leaving Town
Watching your friends all slipping away, this city looks different every day
and you know what they say, there just ain’t no way to stay the winds of change
We’ll never all be here together again, this moment in time will inevitably end
and I’ll miss you my friends and we’ll break and we’ll bend, but we’ll always remember when
(Chorus) Everybody’s leaving town, getting up covering ground
We’re drinking that dirty water and we’re drowning in the sound
There ain’t nowhere better but there ain’t nowhere worse
And someday I’ll leave here too
The colleges spreading like cancerous cells, this neighborhood’s shrinking in this sickly spell
and you can just never tell in this transient hell if your landlord is gonna sell
The prices are up and the wages are down, how can anyone afford to live in this town?
When it’s ruled by the gown, the landlord wears the crown, if you can’t swim you’re bound to drown
(repeat chorus)
Say goodbye to the city, goodbye to the times, goodbye to the view from the unemployment line
There’s no reason or rhyme, there’s no justice, no crime in that picture framed in your mind
You’ll remember the people, remember the nights, remember the music beneath the bright lights
and forget all the fights and who’s wrong and who’s right, keep your memories, hold them tight
(repeat chorus)
Stock Boy Blues
The time has come to sing and to howl, from my tired soul to the depths of my bowels
The wolf’s out there, and he’s on the prowl, so we’d best be flocking, ‘cause we are the fowl
Been working all day since five AM, get on the bus, go home and then
get lost in a bottle, drown the noise in my head, so I can fall asleep, and do it all again
(Chorus) And I, I’ve got, got the stock boy blues
Them bosses been talking, been talking all day, ‘cause they’ll make their dollar any possible way
The economy’s hurting, at least that’s what they say, but the rich just get richer, it’s the poor who pay
I stand in a freezer unloading a truck, if I break my back, well I’m shit out of luck
They’re cutting our healthcare to save them a buck, when they make record profits ‘cause they don’t give a fuck
(Chorus) About us, we’ve all got, got the stock boy blues
Well they say we’re blessed to have us a job, but we’ve all been fooled, beaten down and robbed
Sure we need the bosses, like a maid needs a slob, like inmates need a jailer, like the poor need the cops
Well the day will come when us workers stand up, when we stand for each other, when we’ve all had enough
and in every restaurant, every yard, every shop, when we fold our arms, it’s the whole world that stops
Then our bosses will have the feeding themselves blues
The Shadow on the Wall
There are heroes among us, though we’d never have known
for life sets its path upon us as the wind decides to blow
and sometimes it gusts against you when the fire’s not enough
but your luck will turn. So, we could never give up
Your opponents may be giants, they say too tall to fall
but truth’s never so foreboding as the shadow on the wall
The arena may fill with darkness when you’re grasping for a light
Bring out your fight! We could never give up
(chorus) No matter what they throw at us, we could never give up
Keep your heart strong and your head up
We may taste the mud on our tongues, the sky’s dripping with blood
but the sun will rise, so we could never give up
If hell sets itself upon us, if the fault lines all erupt
If the ground drops out beneath us, will you say you’ve had enough?
And the black paint covers the wall like when death sets behind our eyes
but tonight we’ll rise. We could never give up
(repeat chorus)
There’s no light. Hard to cope. Hard to fight when there’s no hope
Winter comes, darkness grows, feed your fire, we could never give up
(repeat chorus)
Heaven is Livin’
We live in a rich land, we know how to reap its fruits
but you can’t pick the harvest without healthy roots
King Cash rules all, well that’s just what they say
we can create communism today
Well the party bureaucrats aren’t too sure ’bout all of that
they’ll have to take power, arrange their pawns on a map
but when they pick up that crown, they won’t be puttin’ back down
but the people don’t need politicians around
(Chorus) We can search high and low, we can trace the stars above
we can dive in the whiskey and fall into love
we can ponder the questions when the answer’s quite clear
Heaven is livin’ right here
I work in a store for a big company
and I eat quite well ’cause what we’re sharing is free
and what the bosses don’t know won’t hurt them anywhere
except for their wallets and we don’t frankly care
there’s a managing class that can’t manage worth shit
the point of it’s profit an that’s just what they get
we give them our lives and they throw us away
it’s time to create communism today
(Repeat Chorus)
All we need to realize is the world’s already ours
Well what will we leave to our beloved little ones
a world full of cancer, corruption, and guns?
There’s a new way inside us just begging to be born
Siblings are you ready to weather the storm
(Repeat Chorus)
RRID
Well it was rising from the east like some long forgotten sun
them reds are coming back again, time to get your gun
and he rode right off the screen into this quiet old ghost town
the sun was high, his shadow gone, he drew up both pistols
(Chorus) Ronald Reagan’s dead, yea RRID
Take the flags down, gonna burn them high above our head
RRID, he was a national hero, fought the commies and protected corporate interests, yea
What about the Sandinistas, what about the Contra Wars? What about the striking workers, what about the nation’s poor? No day of mourning for the victims of his wars
If he’s a cowboy, then I’m a bandit, and we’re coming down from these hills
we’re gonna crack open a bank and drink in the memory
He was the last fucking fascist cowboy until Alzheimer’s ate his brain
I hope the next president goes out like that ‘cause they’re all really fucking insane
(Repeat Chorus)
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