Well I heard from your mother, heard you wrote her a letter You been staying in New Orleans and you're doing so much better You got more than one shot, it all fell apart so fast There were times when, I admit, I thought you didn't stand a chance I know you blamed it on yourself, you couldn't place what was wrong You couldn't face certain problems, and you thought you were alone There's a future in this world for you, beyond the things you've done You know people often pick themselves up after being so far gone I remember you, how you used to come around Playing your guitar with a cigarette in your mouth Everyone you came in touch with would love you, man You we're one of the most sincere people living in this town Then you rode the high-line west, there was adventure up ahead But you were running too from something I couldn't understand You we're only 19, you got caught up in the scene In a city full of heroin that's where so many roads lead I found you there in the center of it all Too afraid to say something, I chose to play the fool We talked about protests, about politics and friends And then I drove to Houston hoping I would see your face again My friend you're so needed here, your laughter and your smile Could save somebody's life if they could hold it for a while You got so many friends, and we got nothing but love for you If you can make it through this, there's so much you can do

See him crouched down low in the truck Three days of bloodshed, the anger had built up See his gun braced on top of the seat Pointed at the face of young Carlo Giuliani And the world watched in vein at the pictures on the screen At the beatings and the raids by the Carabinieri You can see it all in photographs At Piazza Alimonda, the crowd fighting back See his arms raised above his head The anger swirled around him, until that pop pierced the wind And the world watched in vein as the bullet lefts its case For its short flight into the face of Carlo Giuliani His hands fell, the camera fell The engine sparked, the tires and pressed his body down 10 long years have come and gone And the spirit of Carlo Giuliani carries on And there's a question that remains Are we prepared to die for the things we want to change?

Stuart Christie came from Glasgow From the smoky miner's bars Raised on stories of Red Clydeside And the Spanish Civil War Of those brave working-class Scots Who bled and died in Spain Their spirit was handed down So that it might rise again 20 years after Hitler At the start of Vietnam 20 years before the Miners' Strike The struggle carried on And the the stories of the tortured And the executions came To the miners' bars of Glasgow From the jails of Franco Spain Stuart Christie, the anarchist He heard his comrades' cries Those brave enough to fight To keep the idea alive Whose voices sounded clear Through the iron, stone, and brick The echoes of the fallen dreams Of 1936 Young Stuart gave the word To add his actions to the cause With those hardened CNTistas Who carried on the war In the footsteps of Durutti Ramón and Sabaté He carefully packed his bag And slipped into Franco Spain Stuart Christie walked the stone streets With the ghosts of El Raval Through Gothic Barcelona, Thinking back before the war How many gave their lives here In the name of liberty? Who at the front and at the barricades Fought proudly to be free? But how many could possibly Survive the fascist tanks? That stormed across the continent Pumped up by Wall Street banks Or the bombs from the Nazis That burst onto the scene And from the hearts of the people Struck the vision and the dream Young Stuart came from Glasgow To the heart of Madrid Now a coded word nod And the waiting would begin A bomb for General Franco Set to even out the score For the 100,000 murdered In the Spanish Civil War But the trap was set, the pieces In place to take the man Who'd come down from Red Glasgow To Madrid to lend his hand Who'd offered up his body As a weapon of the war Like those brave working-class Scots Who'd done the same before Stuart Christie, the prisoner He took his place inside With the brave men and women Who refused to compromise Who resisted Franco openly With weapons and with words Who robbed the banks and set the bombs And shot the cops and soldiers It will take time and work To undo what has been done To the people of this planet In the name of fascism Will we too stand to face it In the places where it counts? To pluck its fruits and find its roots And pull them from the ground Stuart Christie came from Glasgow From the smokey miner's bars Raised on stories of Red Clydeside And the Spanish Civil War Of those brave working-class Scots Who bled and died in Spain Their spirit was handed down So that it might rise again

Take a trip with me in 2014 To Western Turkey, in the mining country Come the biggest disaster to strike underground And the lies of the government come back around Just as the tear gas had cleared from the air And the cops had withdrawn out of Taksim Square In the mine-shafts of Soma the working went on And the miners dug deeper and deeper down Turkish miners had marched just the previous year Held underground sit-ins to make themselves clear That safety conditions must change in the mines For thousands and thousands of miners had died Just as the bell tolled for the afternoon shift A fire ignited and it spread through the shaft One mile down in the crust of the earth And 700 miners were down there at work The miners were trapped with no hope for escape As Carbon Monoxide spread out from the flames The bosses kept quiet, the working went on And hundreds of miners died in the mine Before the rescue efforts had stopped The government sent out the soldiers and cops To confront grieving families who gathered and cried To silence them like they'd silenced those in the mines On came the angry with fire in their eyes To the streets of Turkey to challenge the lies Saying "don't sleep, Soma, remember your dead!" And they fought with the cops in the miners' defense In Asturias and Gafsa and the Virginias too They know well the business that mine owners do How politicians and bosses join hands And miners are exploited again and again It's a story repeated again and again A massacre framed as an accident They'll rob and they'll murder the ones in the mines And what now will come of these terrible times?

РАЗДЕЛИ/ВЛАДЕЈ Дали симболот на знамето, Е она што не прави различни. Раздели па владеј, Ситуација која се повторува. Нација=формула за уништување. Граница=формула за разединување. Раздели / владеј !!! Дали електоратот е нашата, Единствена бунтовност. Која не дели на лажни идеали и боја, Сега сме модерни имаме демократија, Порано се боревме за слобода, а сега за партија. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- DIVIDE / CONQUER Is the symbol of the flag, What makes us different. Divide and conquer, A situation that repeats. Nation = Formula for destruction. Border = Formula for disintegration. Divide / Conquer!!! Is the electorate our only rebellion. That divides us on false ideals and color, Now we are modern, we have democracy, Earlier we fought for freedom and now for a party.

ДРАГ ПРЕМИЕРЕ Драг премиере едно ќе ви кажам, Нема за тебе јас да гласам, Пробај да ме заплашиш, пробај да ме затвориш, Сепак за тебе нема да гласам. Вечна опозиција, моја дефиниција, Не ве сакам вас ни вашата транзиција. Левица/десница зад грбот наш работи, Душата ја сквернави на сите работници. Tајната полиција проба да ме најде, Но некако им избегав. А кога ќе ме најдат,јас едно ќе им кажам, И после ко куче ќе бидам застрелан. Затоа слободно пукајте, Нема да бидам наоружен. Слободно пукајте , Со овие акорди ви возвраќам. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- DEAR PRIME MINISTER Dear Prime Minister I’ll tell you one thing, I’ll not vote for you, Try to intimidate me, try to imprison me, Albeit I’ll not vote for you. Eternal opposition, my definition, I don’t like you nor your transition. Left / right works behind our back, Desecrates the soul of all workers. The secret police tried to find me, But somehow I escaped. And when they’ll catch me, I’ll tell them one thing, And then like a dog I’ll be shot. Therefore freely shoot, I’ll not be armed. Freely shoot, With these chords I shoot back.

Собата е празна во неа јас сум сам, Заробен-изгубен во овој биполарен свет. Не сакам да излезам, да осетам,ни да живеам, Дали е јаве или сон понекогаш јас се прашувам. Дали некогаш ќе подадеме рака, И ќе помогнеме. Дали некогаш ќе имаме трошка емпатија, Ние кон другите. Сакаме подобар свет,но дали за него ние се бориме, Еволуцијата застана,назад во времето ние се вративме. Заборавивме на она што се вика емпатија, И понекогаш, јас себе си се прашувам. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I WONDER The room is empty in it I'm alone, Trapped-lost in this bipolar world. I don’t want to get out, to feel, nor to live, Is it reality or a dream sometimes I wonder. Will we ever lay a hand, And help. Will we ever have a grain of empathy, We toward the others. We want a better world, but do we fight for it, The evolution stopped, we turned back in time. We forgot what it's called empathy, And sometimes, I wonder.

Мала плата-големи долгови, Живот живеан на вересија. Чесно работам, за чесно да живеам, и да донесам храна на масата. Бевме синови и ќерки на колективот, Сега станавме деца на сонцето. Тогаш имав на што да се надевам, А сега стравувам да не гладувам. Чесно работам, За добро да живеам. И не дозволувам, Да ме прегази светот во кој јас живеам. Трошна куќа и црни бели дробови, Тешко е да работиш во фабрика. Но не се жалам и јас не плачам, Колку имам толку и давам. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ODE TO THE WORKER Small salary – big debts, Life lived in the red. I work honesty, to live honestly, and to bring food to the table. We were the sons and daughters of the collective, Now we’ve become children of the Sun. Then I had on what to look forward, Now I fear of starvation. I work honesty, To live good. And I don’t allow, To run me over the world I live in. Crumbling house and black white lungs, It is difficult to work in a factory. But I don’t complain and I don’t cry, I give as much as I have.