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Zendopunx
04:11
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the money's all gone
the last strings are all popped
bar is closing and blood is flowing
we're headed home
to the pillows to sit
in compliance with the Prajna Paramita
1,2,3,4 stare down the wall
and the demons come a-callin
duros, menudos? not one! not the other!
form or function? to see difference is dysfunction
peace or war? it's all the same, do not disturb
sickness, old age, death & regeneration
welcome to this liberation station!
Off to the races, there've been a few
The Middle Path is where you'll find best foothold
We're all good, not one of us is bad
So grab a bread, let's raise a toast
To the most supreme! To the most engaged!
To the greatest and brightest of them all:
Gate! Gate! Paragate! Parasamgate! Bodhi! Svaha!
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Icarus Ate The Sun
03:47
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so the lie was put upon us of a man who flew too close to the sun
now we're left with this impression that great adventure and unmistakeable mission
leaves you dead, floating in the sea, more or less, like you and me
without risk, no total loss, nothing spectauclar will come of us
set your sails in the high seas, let the lowly sail the summer breeze
seek out danger and the mountain yet climbed, your limits are yet defined
i will not be stopped, i will not give up
icario yes you made it through
diario tell us what you knew
mamma sing this song with me
il figlio he is free!
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Qui saute pas n'est pas Asku
Here we come to your town, we're gonna move that pit around
50000 in your name, living your colors everyday
Antifa hooligan, it's Sunday, this is our day
raise you flags up high and hard
on the pitch we're 11, together we're the heart
antifa hooligans, it's Sunday, this is our day
sempre con voi, we're always by your side
there's no one left to tell, these emotions don't hide
bustin out of the bars with our flags and our scarves
to the stadium, you'll hear us singin:
Ole! no fifa way, this is our day Antifa hooligan Ole!
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Commit (T)reason
04:28
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We sit here lookin to the heart of our problem
You don't gotta go much beyond ourselves
The punk rockers & the moonstompers want to blame the coppers & the banks
The armies, the church, and the atom bomb
What you done my brother to create another paradigm for sister to live in?
Sister the kids you havin, it's your world that they'll grow up in
I know that nothin thats been done before is gonna help us
no political demonstrations, or re-arranging of nations
only thing that's true is it's all riding on you
Safe to say we've had enough of all the -isms
And the scientists who claim they got the answers
will a world of worker-controlled factories mean more tv's?
so more hacks with more controlling interests can fill us with more lies for free
and the cops will have their own shows on channel 3,000,003
go ahead and keep voting, the white house is gonna fix the economy
god knows I want to believe in this god
that the priests and inmams are talking about
but i got this itchy feeling that they made an industry out of faith
and peoples desire to know what's next
and as long as you look to others for the answers you'll be trapped
and as long as you commit no (t)reason we'll stay kidnapped
It's on you like…
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Inmigrante Rudeboi
04:51
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I want to go to america
Want to see the usa
maybe meet me skinhead girl
she'll give me papers if i pay
they say they got open arms
all i got was arm barred
it's no joke about melting pot
now i sit on my ass to melt & rot
in search for empire i've learned about desire
i sing flat when i preach it to the choir
i been here nine months with no bling
i'm like Strummer below that truncheon thing
a black president, so advanced
their priests put their hands in little boys pants
in america there's no fear of 2012
"we bomb em all and sing em down to hell"
we took a walk up to Kentucky
they love skinheads so they really loved me
but when they started in with the "sig heil"
i put a boot up their ass with a crooked smile
had to educate the kids on S.H.A.R.P. & RASH
rolled a cig with leftover euro hash
we talked about race & anarchy
now there's no more confusion when they look at me
so god bless the usa
gotta say it or they'll send me away
no guantanamo bay
that one-star service just doesn't suit me
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I may not smoke da weed, no chronic for me, i had to cut it out, I would act & I would shout
but i gotta say, never bother me to see big spliff on someones lip
what's the harm if they want to roll a blunt, drink some beers get all crunk
should you pack it in a bong it never rubbed me wrong
this is not just another legalize it song
you know it was legal till they realized that ganja n shrooms can open your eyes
to the lies! to the lies! of the state of society! of wall street!
And if you trip hard enough or a smoke a pound to head you might call out for the governments death
who needs politician to make the law, to make things illegal, put you behind bars?
this is not a physical world, these are energetic things, and those little green nuggets n caps of psyilocybin
can slap you from the comfort of a police state & introduce ideas that are much more great
like anarchy or the way of the tribes, how to start a clan, what it means to be a man
read some Daniel Quinn after toking you might find yourself saying "fuck this im leaving!"
seriously what's the big deal? it's just a bunch of plants, have you ever seen a stoner get violent?
no! actually he was mumbling all about love, all Smokey could talk about was love
this ain't no endorsement, more like "take a look at government"
and how they control what you do, especially if those things will liberate you
so what's next on the list of illegal things? clean water?! meditation?breathing?
fucking? talking? walking? organizing? farting? gardening? singing? loving?
loving?
This is not just another legalize it song
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Chino's amazing & improvised blues vocals came out as he sat outside the tour bus with Jorge on guitar. The night before he had to whoop the ever-loving shit out of a couple of guys who gave him a hard time. He sings of the encounter in The Battle of Ybor (Pronounced Y-bore) City, also known as The Ballad Of Catfish Fisticuffed. Fortunately someone had a phone on record mode at just the right time.
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ASKULTURA Miami, Florida
Askultura, est 2010
We write, record, rehearse, play, and tour
music.
Born in Miami with North and South America, European, and Asian heritage.
Askultura plays a mix of boom-boom and whack-bag and would like to dedicate these joyous audible gems to the benefit of all sentient beings, our own personal satisfactions, and party punk roqueros globally.
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