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Korean Protest Song
01:38
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2. |
Vultures
02:04
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3. |
Poem
01:39
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4. |
Burried 6 Feet Under
02:40
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5. |
Inconvenience
03:51
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6. |
The Movement
02:34
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7. |
Assimilation
03:25
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ASSIMILATION
Welcome to Amerikkka a land contaminated by the brainwashed masses a land based on white
skinned privilege. Cultural genocide, killing ourselves slowly, not knowing who we are inside.
Ashamed to speak our native tongue, stripping ourselves of our birth given name.
And now the reflection in the mirror no longer looks the same, slowly we change, conform,
assimilate.
Our culture, history that was once so beautiful, is now replaced with self-hatred.
To abandon your culture and absorb an existing
culture is assimilation; it is form of cultural genocide
it is process that produces an identity
that is shallow, materialistic, unrooted and weak
where the practicing of traditions and heritage are lost
lost and hidden away deep in your soul
Where one becomes eager to re-identify
identity with an existing dominant culture
a culture that is based on the bill and red, white, and blue
where one becomes reluctant and embarrassed
to speak their ancestral language is assimilation
to be ashamed of the way you look; to alter your features is assimilation
So welcome to Amerikkka a land filled with shallow, materialistic, unrooted and weak
that have abandoned all that their ancestors have struggle for,
died for and have been massacred for
a melting pot of a product brainwashed and shrink-wrapped
bar-coded and ready for the new millenium
Changing your name to an Amerkkinan name is assimilation
to deny who you are and where you come from is assimilation
to be ashamed of the way you look, and to alter your feature is assimilation!
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8. |
The Woman Song
03:28
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The deciding factor of a woman's plight/ left up to men with no sight to a woman's mind or a
woman's soul/ He controls, she is controlled/
They control our bodies, decide our fate/ Control our minds driven by hate/ Their hate for women
and the rights we demand/ They want to control, they want to command/
Control our bodies decide our fate/ Control our minds driven by hate/Their hate for women and
the rights we demand/ They want to control, they want to command/
It's not often thought of and its usually dismissed/ So its up to us to show it exists/ We've pushed
it all under tucked it deep inside/ But the damage it does isn't easy to hide/
Women deal with it everyday/ the pain it cause won't go away/ It grows stronger with every
breath/ The end result is emotional death/
We learn to live with it, we choose to pretend/ Hoping in our ignorance the pain will end/ If we
deny the anger, deny the pain/ The hatred we feel will drive us insane/
Then one day we come to see, we aren't who we pretend to be/ we won't be passive or deny our
pain/ Won't take abuse for another's gain/
Then one day we come to see, we aren't who we pretend to be/ we won't be passive or deny the
pain/ Won't take abuse for another's gain/
Control our bodies decide our fate/ Control our minds driven by hate/Their hate for women and
the rights we demand/ They want to control, they want to command/
Songs are sung and that's a start/ But it doesn't change what's in our hearts/ Words are said and
the lyrics rhyme/ but the pain we feel doesn't lessen in time/ Women deal with it everyday/ the
pain it cause won't go away/ It grows stronger with every breath/ The end result is emotional
death/
Men make laws and women abide/ We feel so helpless we run and hide/ It's not only our rights
being stolen away/ But a bit of each of us is lost everyday/
Then one day we come to see, we aren't who we pretend to be/ we won't be passive or deny the
pain/ Won't take abuse for another's gain
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Gaze into my aged, teary eyes
What is it that you see?
A life filled with regrets...
A life based on enslavement...
Afraid...AFRAID
To wake up, open my eyes, and speak.
...SCREAM...
I'm screaming but no one hears...or cares,
Cares about the old..aged minds of yesterday.
That once were so brilliant...
My thought now only bring tears to my eyes,
constrictions to my throat,
and fading memories to my conscious mind.
Hopes and dreams were discarded long ago,
Years of physical and mental suffering are forgotten,
Thrown away, disposed, and recycled, for the next generation.
I have no triumphant stories to capture your attention,
to make you listen...
I only have scars to show all of the hard work that I have endured,
endured for survival,
survival of the fittest they say...
Well, in this world survival is based on money, greed, jealousy,
Money Greed Jealousy Power...Money Greed Jealousy Power
and CONTROL
Control by manipulation,
my mind, body, and soul have been denied life,
sacrificed for survival
Slave away an entire life, in order to survive,
and now in the end I am no longer useful in today's standards,
so the chain still remain,
and the sad fact is that they always will,
Until something evolves out of the stagnance of your mind
and you see me for who i am
a human being,
that is old but wise,
that has a heart, and cries
that aches and yearns
and throughout all of this I have learned
to be thankful for each breath that i take
for come one day I may never wake
because dying and death can come at any time
and this thought festers in my mind.
So i must hear that I am loved much
Because we will grow old some day
and all of your sacrifice will be forgotten too
and all of your hopes and dreams will be shattered
and all of your memories will be yellow pictures,
in a photo album
and come that day you will remember
what you did, or what you didn't do
and you will live with the regret
So in the meantime we must rely on how we live in our hearts,
and hope that all that is sacrificed, will be remembered.
in your eyes will I always remain
another sad story, thrown into the wind
another aged wrinkle face, that doesn't exist in your eyes
another weak, fragile body, that only moves slow
another senile mind, that only tells the same old stories?
For I am only a warm body waiting to turn cold
Sadness Sorrow Despair Pain
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10. |
Every Last life
01:11
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(Every Last Life please help the voiceless Animals)
Humans hunt, kill, torture, main, eat, dissect and destroy animals.
Yet, the animals have done nothing to deserve their living hell. Humans cannot be content in
destroying animals. They must go and destroy other human through war.
Yes, they still aren't pleased with the harm they cause. And the death they bring to other
humans and animals. They still have not learn their lesson.
They must kill and destroy till there is nothing left, till no life remains. They destroy our earth not
knowing that all the evil they do now will destroy her beauty for eternity.
(Theirs something we could all do about it!)
It seems some humans cannot be content with their own life. They must snatch from others their
lives. It makes no sense at all. Why would they choose death, pain and suffering. When life,
respect and love are on the other side.
They must kill and destroy till there is nothing left till no life remains. They won’t be satisfied till
every last life is taken from this earth.
(Stop the torture, Stop the Death, Free the Animals and Support the A.L.F.)
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11. |
Dhoruba Bin Wahad
02:57
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(This is a song about Richard Moore now known as Dhoruba Bin Wahad. He was in prison for 19 years for a crime he didn't commit. He was framed by Counter Intelligence Program. It's important
that we support political prisoners. Because if we don't one day you might be a political prisoner and their will be no movement to support you)
Locked inside the dungeon
Souls separated by concrete cages
Desperate for human contact
Desperate for what once was
Now forced to serve hard time
Compliments of the dirty hands
That robbed him due to his beliefs
His faith in mankind and the human spirit
Framed by CoIntelPro
This is the cost of faith
Physical and mental abuse
Their batons against his skull
Their ignorant words against his heart
Their eye always upon him
Waiting for the chance
To attack him once again
Prison politics -- definition of racism
And as the headline reads
In persuading attempts
That this man is your enemy
And so the threats began to fly
From the very souls as well
Enslaved within this hell: The prison complex
Like a dog without a home
The guard besides the door glares upon his family
In disgust and self righteously assumed superiority
How can he from within this dirty place
Bring his eye to look
Into the eyes on the other side of the plexi-glass
It feels like manhood stolen away
Where did it go? When did it go?
Framed by CoIntelpro
He spoke. "Prison, the ultimate form
Of human torture."
So desperate for his spiritual connection
Outside his prison walls
He continues, "Human Beings
Need each other to grow"
Alone, drowning inside the insane thoughts
That begins to fill the head of a being
Who is enslaved within the concrete walls, steel bars
"There were times I woke up crying
In the silence of the night."
Nothing but time
To search the roots of how
Human nature could have concluded
To come to this place
Framed by CoIntelPro
Where in forgetting the privilege
Of their own free hands
Locked chains around their fellow man
His young life, his dignity
Thoughtlessly tossed away
"His crime?" the children ask
He fed the hungry
Drove away the drug dealers
Fought against hypocrisy, police brutality
Framed by CoIntelPro
19 years -- injustice served
But his struggle became all the stronger
Could we ever understand the pain he suffered?
Beaten, tortured, abused
But his struggle grew
His spirit soaring-above
The evil systems strikes to tear him down
Framed by their false charges
Hastily dreamt up in fear of his power
"Free at last" we cry out loud
For finally he walks the street again
Choosing to continue where his work
Last left off many years ago
Dhoruba Bin Wahad
He is the spirit of the people
(The original Black Panther Party have been a big influence for Resist and Exist because of their community work. In the late 60's Panthers had been targeted by the FBI and had their lives destroyed, were killed, jailed or exiled. However, Dhoruba and his group went underground and continued their political work with the Black Liberation Army. They took direct action to take drugs off the streets, and even sometimes punished the drug dealers. Please check out a film called: "Passin’ It On" directed by Jon Valadez)
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Progress was a word thrown around by the rich
Who cared nothing for life except the potential to profit
Too blinded by their greed to see the error in their ways
Leaving a wasteland barren, scorched, and paved
To make money from building weapons
For the wars they wage
First killing with their missiles and later with their waste
Buried in the soil or dumped in the sea
Later seeped out poisoning you and me!
Progress was a word thrown around by the rich
Who cares nothing for life except the potential to profit
Too blinded by their greed to see the error in their ways
Leaving a wasteland barren, scorched, and paved
To make money from logging old growth for it's lumber
What happened next? Did you ever wonder?
Fallow land, erosion, mudslides in their wake
Or maybe a new road or shopping mall in it's place
Corporate giant so far removed,
Thinking you'll never breathe the fumes...
or maybe you'll simply "reproduce"
Clean air and water for us to use...
Will you sell it to the masses and be sure to make it scarce?
Watching us fight for a breath of air?
Right now you may live upstream,
But one day you will finally see
That everything you'll ever do
Eventually all comes back to you...
The winds will change and they always do,
And not even your money can save you.
Progress was a word thrown around by the rich
Who cared nothing for life except the potential to profit
Too blinded by their greed to see the error in their ways
Leaving a wasteland barren, scorched, and paved
To make money from the killing animals in factory farms
To maximize profit with no regard to the harm
They cause to our health, the animals and the earth
Just churching our birth and death like clockwork
Progress was a word thrown around by the rich
Who cared nothing for life except the potential to profit
Too blinded by their greed to see the error in their ways
Leaving a wasteland barren, scorched, and paved
To make money from tobacco that poison our lungs
Using harmful pesticides just to save a buck
Carcinogens and chemicals keep people addicted
Polluting the soil and all that grows in it!
Cancer is the death sentence
Handed down to us by those who did not care,
Whose waste seeped into our soil, water, and air.
Now we must attempted to clean up the mess.
Why must we pay for their ignorance and negligence?
They have made money at the expense of generation to come,
And now our children must pay the price
For all the damage we have done.
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13. |
Voices of Dissent
03:06
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14. |
Liberation (poem)
00:17
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15. |
Needs
01:21
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Apathy and greed is what we don't need
destroy their capitalist schemes
People want to live
and not to be raped
of all their money
We need to stand up
Stand up for whats right
FIGHT BACK!
Against the corporations
That suck us dry
They feed off our needs
The need to buy
Don't buy from the
corporations that destroys
the human race.
Cutting down the rain forest and hating another race.
Its like a whirlpool
It goes round and round
Until someone pulls the plug
For it go down
GO DOWN!
There is a lot of corruption
But lets start a commotion
Demonstrate and eliminate
Boycott the greed and
the destruction they feed on
For a safer world and
a place of total autonomy
Do what you think
And what you think is right
Boycott the greed for a
more live able place
Boycott and demonstrate x4
To survive!
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16. |
Identity Hatred
05:45
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We came to this land in search of a dream
But we were told we didn't belong
We fled the oppression of poverty
Just to end up in the belly of the beast
Identity Hatred / your erased away x4
We slowly stop speaking our culture
We slowly lose our native tongue
Our children forget our history
Left behind in the land of the east
Identity Hatred/ your erased away x4
This is not a separatist or nationalist song / It's about keeping our cultural spirit alive / We must
understand when people wish to study their culture and speak their own language / The door
should be open to anyone who wishes to learn about other cultures / And we must fight against
the prejudice of The "English speaking only" attitude
Some change their names / Are you so ashamed of your identity / That you hid for so long /
Assimilation / Sell your culture for the dream of the west / Hatred if your own identity / Hatred of
your own people / Our Asian history books are dusted / Our culture is slowly being erased
Identity Hatred/ your erased away x4
(The song Identity Hatred is relevant to a lot of Asian Americans. I have also been a victim of this too. In the early days when I first came to America I was getting sucked into Western culture. If you notice many Asians start to change their names to ones like John, Dave, Tim, Nancy, etc. instead of using their original birth given names like Chang, Won, Kim, etc. then you are witnessing identity hatred. A lot of times we change our names because people keep miss
pronouncing the names or make fun of the way they sound; what happens is that we end up feeling ashamed about it. What makes me very sad is that some people change their whole last name to a Western English name. People have the right to do what ever they want with their life style but I believe that it is very sad to kill our birth given name. Also, after living in America for a long time, I sometimes forget that I am Asian. This happens to many Asian Americans. Once we are here for a long time we think that we are white. As time goes by we slowly stop speaking our language and slowly stop knowing about our culture. I think that all culture and languages are beautiful and people should not let them die out. When I was living in Ventura for 6 months I joined a local Asian American Club that met at Ventura College. There was also the Black Student Union and the Mecha Club (Mexicano Students). Now a lot of white students think that these are separatist groups. Sometimes I do not under stand why people get scared when people of color get together. The reason I joined the Asian American Club was because I wanted to speak Korean to other Korean friends so I wouldn't forget my language, as well as to study about my own history. But our club was not for Asians only. The door was open to anyone who was interested no matter what race they were. All other cultural groups should have the door open to everyone regardless of what race they are so people can learn. Like I said before all cultures are beautiful and people should not forget where they are from.)
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17. |
Curious Poem
02:57
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18. |
Aeons upon Aeons
04:24
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19. |
Departed Silence
01:25
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20. |
Insurrectionist Deed
06:49
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Punk for us was a vision of growth
A movement for change
A dream to break free
This chance to take part
In the larger world
And challenge its roles of oppression
I was inspired by the bands in this scene
Who expressed the concerns of imbalance
We've used slogans and images to protest injustice
Yet it takes action to back the word
(x3)We plant the seeds of revolution and watch the tree grow!!!
It is important that we
Take these messages as inspiration
But it can be a danger to paint some as leaders
When they are capable of being opportunists
No one is perfect in this struggle
And we must learn from our mistakes
Yet we have to be critical of those who would
Use this for their glory
We do this because of an unfailing belief!
(x3)We plant the seeds of revolution and watch the tree grow!!!
And now, as we have watched this movement develop,
Punk has split into two
One side values image and profit
While we struggle to build something new
It is sad to see that some view rebellion
As only limited to reactionary action
They disrupt our contribution to freedom and liberation
Their only goal is to be a pointless sensation!
(x3)We plant the seeds of revolution and watch the tree grow!!!
It is an inspiration to see that anarcho-punks in Mexico are working with the Zapatistas.
Publications like Profane Existence have been promoting an international punk movement. We
are even moving beyond this subculture to work within a larger society and commit ourselves to
multicultural organizing, connecting ourselves to other subcultures of rebellion, and promoting
the concepts of mutual aid, solidarity and revolution.
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21. |
Sung Lee's Reflection
01:51
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As I stand before this mirror
I am afraid of what I will see
of who and what I will become
of the person that stands before me
Blink once - Blink twice
I no longer see myself
I see my fathers eyes
His aging face stands before me
Oh father be strong
Your war is over
Though your nights are long
Soon you will see the sun
And the children play again
oh father be still
My mother is gone
She had found comfort in the arms of
another one
The days will turn into years
But I will always be here
oh father be silent
Your eyes scream all the pain you have inside
i hear you, yet you never cry
A man should be brave and have pride
never questions, never ask why?
As i stand before this mirror
I am no longer afraid of what i see
of who and what i have become
of the person that stands before me
Blink once Blink twice
I see myself
In my fathers eyes
His aging face no longer stands before me
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The solidarity of the streets must extend beyond to those arrested.
We must prove to these freedom fighters that they will never be ignored.
(ch) This song is for political prisoners…forgotten by their own movements. To these people who have committed to challenging injustice
Let us put an end to our privileged, sectarian squabbles.
Regardless of the label the fight is for Liberation!
(ch) This song is for political prisoners…forgotten by their own movements. Do not forget the inhumane condition, the despair of ultimate repression
It takes more than writing letters, we have to fundraise and rally; we have to educate the public; we have to study the role of prisons
(ch)This song is for political prisoners…forgotten by their own movements. Regardless of political difference these people cannot be abandoned.
Psychological torture, humiliation, and inhuman abuse. Isolated in cells deprived of life. Their families destroyed at the hands of state.
Rougher times for activist because they’re a threat. The struggle must continue strong for the liberation. Free the prisoners, ALF, ELF, revolutionaries The state repression must be dealt with Until all are free, liberation or death!
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23. |
Echoes of Sorrow
01:47
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The wind with stories blew to my ears
I picture darkness with dead dried trees
A lost boy standing alone in the cold
The pain and confusion you went through..
People try to give you advice
As if they were speaking a different language
For the words mean nothing to you
It didn't ease the pain or cure the woes
You left behind a dead dried branch
Blowing away with past discomfort memories
The wind will carry your echo of sorrow
Your hurt and your anger flows away
Taking all your sadness to the other side
As your heart stops with a last beat
Why now do we care
Why now do we cry
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24. |
Beyond the Shadows
02:15
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Liberation for all fragile minds
Strength and fortitude combined
Inner peace to heal our souls
Hampered by these mortal feelings - I strive for tranquility
Pacific mind paired with violent expression
I attempt to let go and just walk away
While inside I thrash left and right
My heart wrenched and crippled
Liberation for all fragile minds
Strength and fortitude combined
Inner peace to heal our souls
The thorns of swallowed roses
cut my throat and the blood flows
These weak emotions I refuse to embrace
Won't make the same mistakes again
Time to move on and just let it go
I resist turning back to behold the dark shadows
Aggression, oppression, obsession
Refuse to engage in emotional games
Refuse to dwell on this evil, negative plane
Feelings of enmity propel down my throat
Bridled rage painted upon my face
Pure animosity burns within my heart
It rained and poured blood from my eyes
Feelings too complex to define with mere words
an excruciating past to relive
Liberation for our bodies and souls
Transformation of our hearts and minds
Peaceful change begin with you and me
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Resist and Exist Los Angeles, California
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