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Calling All The Engines
02:25
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Calling all the engines. Time to make and entrance. Don’t care what you want to hear, it’s bound to offensive. Don’t care who you’re fighting for. Don’t care who you back now. Open up and let me in, get ready for attack now.
All you people don’t know what you’re doing. Acting like you win, when you know that you’re losing. Standing on line, you don’t know what you’re choosing. Try to put me on and you just know I’m refusing.
Calling all the engines, hammers and wrenches. Calling from the citadels down to the trenches. Only red and blue, no white flags flying, everyone’s a seller so get ready for the buy in.
Calling all the engines time to make an entrance, calling all the engines time to leave home.
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Sarajevo Roses
03:01
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Born from a thorn in the concrete. Boots in the way of a heartbeat. They want to satanize everything. They call that sanitizing. Kids are stepping all over the cracks. Trying to break their mothers’ backs. While the Sarajevo roses bud, right where they spilled the blood.
The smoke cleared and the streets were hot. They paint a garden in the parking lot. We watched the roses one by one. There was nothing to be done.
The queen was painting the parlor red. The color the young king had in his head. He was sitting shot-gun in the back seat. Head in the clouds, mind on the street. The clouds rolled in for a score and a half, while the god of war threw back his head and he laughed. As the Sarajevo roses bud, right where they spilled the blood.
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Work It Out
03:15
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Well there ain’t no reason I should sweat. All the little things that I forget. Oh baby you wait and see, it’s all gonna come back to me, after I smoke this one last cigarette.
It’s gonna be alright, it’s gonna be ok. Long as I can find a way to make it pay, but oh baby you wait and see, they ain’t giving it away for free, but I’m gonna get mine now any old way.
Well the stars and straps told the Union Jack. Get up out my face get off my back. Cuz oh baby I’ve had enough of everybody trying to call my bluff and you just want to see me on my back.
Gotta make it pay, gotta work it out. Gonna flip my script gotta work it out. Gonna bite my lip gotta work it out, work it out today. Ok.
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Hey, New York!
03:35
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She’s rich, and I’m poor. My roof, is her floor. Silver spoon, plastic fork. Here we are, in New York.
Broken glass, picked locks. Quick cash, pawn shops. I don’t need, no phone. Come on down, Dee Dee’s home. I said Hey, New York!
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The New ResistANTs New York, New York
Formed in late 2014, TNRs have been marauding their way across North America one city at a time. HQ-ing themselves in New York City, they make frequent excursions to the North of the city where they record their high energy and no-nonsense music from the comfort of their own studio. High impact guitars with a driving rhythm section paired with thoughtful lyrics and sing-along to vocal melodies. ... more
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