1. |
Same Old Show
03:17
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Welcome to the same old show you've seen before
Where everyone's old and white and irrelevant
A star's tribulations up next, stay tuned for more
Seconds away from dying, but always back for more
It's always the same faces, always the same traits
Hammering on that anyone else is out of place
The show's back on and they correspond with a black woman
Diversity obliges, they bitterly added her to their brigade
She's there in a minority role, an act of presence
The mainstream's bigot culture is stuck on the same old page
It's always the same faces, always the same traits
Hammering on that anyone else is out of place
It's always the same faces, always the same traits
Hammering on that anyone else is out of place
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2. |
Nuisance
01:58
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Old heartless man's scams
We can't trust them
Young heartless man's scams
Let's get rid of 'em
They're depending on citizens
Harnessing our discipline
With classified divisions
Killing humans
They're a fucking nuisance, yeah
And it's been true since forever
Old rightist man's scams
We can't trust them
Young rightist man's scams
Let's get rid of 'em
You can't tell us how to live
You can't force us to give our freedom away
It's a whole cult roaming free, catastrophe
They'd sell their own mom to you for just an extra fee
It's an old obsolete role that never atrophied, ah
We just can't let 'em do, they're taking it all and leaving crumbs
They are actively trying to destroy what we could become
We just can't let 'em do, they're taking it all and leaving crumbs
They are actively trying to destroy what we could become
What we could become
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3. |
Vomitted Classism
01:07
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Criminals & anarchists & vandals & ludicrous
We're weaklings but violent thugs
Snowflakes, high on drugs
Anything to discredit the life-lovers who fight for it
Vomitted classism on every fucking sphere
Criminals & anarchists & vandals & ludicrous
We're weaklings but violent thugs
Snowflakes, high on drugs
Anything to discredit the life-lovers who fight for it
Vomitted classism on every fucking sphere
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4. |
Fake Happy Endings
03:09
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If I were to get a job and wake early
Every morning, for my nine to five
Would I be happy or not?
And, if I were to follow path and have four kids
And two more jobs to support 'em
Would I be happy or not?
What if I waste my thin amount of time
To chase an always further end
Do you think I'd be happy or not?
I could always do nothing of importance
Dully living
Forever lost in thoughts
The options offered
Have no future
Imposition from every direction
It feels like every choice leads to a bad ending anyway
The lesser evil still feels gross to choose
If I refuse to be a party
Of the wage slave uniformity
Would it be nutty or not?
And if I were to have no money
And starve for purity of artistry
Would it be nutty or not?
I guess I could join the army
Go out of the country, bomb some kids
Do you think I'd be happy or not?
I could always start a business
Exploit my peers for profits
Get rich and rot
The options offered
Have no future
Imposition from every direction
It feels like every choice leads to a bad ending anyway
The lesser evil still feels gross to choose
We see very well
We're being gaslighted
By all of those
Fake happy endings
The options offered
Have no future
Imposition from every direction
It feels like every choice leads to a bad ending anyway
The lesser evil still feels gross to choose
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5. |
Yachts & Ferraris
01:26
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You don't need much to be happy, but even a small amount of stability
An income, a house or some therapy seems impossible to reach for so many
No wonder most lives are crappy, when your rent costs your whole salary
How long do you think we can carry on our backs the rich's yachts & ferraris
Don't need much to be happy
I don't need much, I don't have it anyway
Don't need much to be happy
Some new bullshit each and every day
Don't need much to be happy
You, labor robbers, it's easy for you to say
Don't need much to be happy
Fuck that condescending sense of superiority
Life's so far from what the tv shows
A small problem occurs and then there's nowhere to go
It's the same fucking story for everyone I know
Don't need much to be happy
I don't need much, I don't have it anyway
Don't need much to be happy
Some new bullshit each and every day
Don't need much to be happy
You, labor robbers, it's easy for you to say
Don't need much to be happy
Fuck that condescending sense of superiority
Life's so far from what the tv shows
A small problem occurs and then there's nowhere to go
It's the same fucking story for everyone I know
Except for the CEOs
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6. |
Wasting Our Life
02:41
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We gotta stop searching, stop wasting, stop wasting our life
Stop searching, stop wasting, stop wasting our life
Stop searching, stop wasting, stop wasting our life
Stop searching, stop wasting, stop trusting promises that aren't real
I don't owe my life to a company, this I know
All they want is to drain my empty well
Their propaganda's always so shallow
There's more and more pointless shit to sell
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7. |
My Pain Isn't Mine
02:16
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Cattle in a chain, pre-made meat (why)
Another cop killed a teen in the street (why)
Promoting change but stuck on repeat (why)
They write the rules of the game and then cheat (why)
My pain isn't only mine, it's anybody's
It's anybody's
My pain isn't only mine, it's anybody's
I'm telling you, these days my chest is pretty heavy
I go on with my day but I ain't really steady
See the scattered pieces, it's very messy
My pain isn't only mine, it's anybody's
Pay to play, lost lives as receipts (why)
Corporate bailouts, but workers can't eat (why)
My pain isn't only mine, it's anybody's
It's anybody's
My pain isn't only mine, it's anybody's
I'm telling you, these days my chest is pretty heavy
I go on with my day but I ain't really steady
See the scattered pieces, it's very messy
My pain isn't only mine, it's anybody's
It's anybody's
My pain isn't only mine, it's anybody's
It's anybody's
My pain isn't mine
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8. |
Bella Ciao
01:49
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Una mattina mi son svegliato
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
Una mattina mi son svegliato
E ho trovato l'invasor
O partigiano porta mi via
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
O partigiano porta mi via
Che mi sembra di morir
E se io muoio da partigiano
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
E se io muoio da partigiano
Tu mi devi seppellir
Seppellire sulla montagna
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
Seppellire sulla in montagna
Sotto l'ombra di un bel fior
E le gente che passerà
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
E le gente che passerà
Diranno che bel fior
È questo il fiore del partigiano,
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao,
È questo il fiore del partigiano
Morto per la libertà
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9. |
Never-Ending Battle
03:44
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If you want to express yourself, you may use the voting ballot
One of two horrible choice and only half a silver bullet
Between a cop and a corpse that are both bigots
The only ones ever allowed to rule are lobbied sellouts
They decide who lives and dies and put the blame on the dead
A victorious story will always be manipulated
Serious matters are so soon dimissed and then put to bed
And all the culprits' names are forgotten and redacted
The morning after the elections, waiting on the result
Anxiously wondering who won, the soldiers or the cult?
Every side will then say that the other side is at fault
When rich corporatists are the one leading the assault
Insurrections are firecrackers underwater
Violently repressed or supported by a mock dictator
A show of force so we stay afraid of the ones in power
While the blights of the life of the people are shown no matter
You can't win, I can't win
Fear's the driving factor in this life
Our emotions are betrayers, making us miss the bigger picture
Playing those games, we can't win
If you want to weigh in the balance against excess and evil
You may do good deeds that are needed even if little
Overzealous huge plans fail waiting for approval
Nothing changes if we don't reach the upheaval
This game is so old and it's a never-ending battle
Where social gains dismissal can be used as a missile
As a message, as a threat sent to the people
We have rocks and the ruling class' weapons are lethal
So many laws set to impose troubles on one's survival
Scarcity of opportunity turn brothers into rivals
There are means to make an easier life for the people
But a broken desperate person is much more serviceable
It's not by diving in the system that things will get better
This game is rigged by and for the people that have the power
This is why we have to stand together and help each other
Fellowship is the way, pals, sisters and brothers
You can't win, I can't win
Fear's the driving factor in this life
Our emotions are betrayers, making us miss the bigger picture
Playing those games, we can't win
Help your kith and kin
Caring is how you fight for your life
Communities become stronger, when we show support to one another
Playing those games we can't win
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The You & Me's Montreal, Québec
The You & Me's. Created in 2019 in Hochelaga (MTL, QC). Pitto , Do, Scratch and PaDoc combine their love for trashy-folk punk music and community values to their hatred for capitalism, exploitation, and heartless rich fucks.
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