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Stinky cities

from Tales of Urban Freedom by Union Jack

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Walking around in my city today Stinky cities The buildings and people, they all look dead/ The squats are closing, now the "artists" get paid, to pretend that there's something happening Tell how I am supposed to survive in these dead cities? The dream is so bad and the people so sad, the reasons why I never feel glad And they're cleaning every street, destroying everything For a brand new building You gotta pay to eat & sleep, survival is not free It’ll never be

Non-commercial activities are banned in most of the cities/ Squatters get evicted from their home, but the flats remain empty/ It's a constant search for profit and standardized habits The goal is the destruction of the will to live free Every day I stray and try to do my best to live through this hell and forget all this present stress Share my distress, all my life I feel oppressed, it’s a whole mess and I do it with success When I see what's going on, it's hard not to feel down & out / and I feel ashamed When I see what's going on, it's hard not to feel down & out / I feel the same Everybody’s looking for the same thing / Less authority, more solidarity Everybody’s looking for the same thing / Reach autonomy by any means necessary Homeless and hopeless, I cannot call it progress / Days go by, the situation gets worse, the fight is almost lost Happiness and joy are my only quests / Will I reach them someday and feel alive for real? Everybody’s looking for the same thing / Less authority, more solidarity Everybody’s looking for the same thing / Reach autonomy by any means necessary What’s the other choice? / a more violent approach? Is there a place in the sun for everyone? / or are we doomed to lifelong boredom?

Money bought something in the way, that’s our humanity Surrounded but fuckin’lonely, usual urban story From block to block, in stinky flats, freedoms are locked and rents are high The autonomists slowly disappear, the poor and weak live in fear It seems like everybody's dead Only yuppies all well fed A strange feeling when I'm in my bed Wish I'd never wake up again And I’m dyin, and I’m dyin, you don’t even know And I’m dyin, and I’m dyin, right in front of you It seems like everybody's dead Only yuppies all well fed Right in front of you

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from Tales of Urban Freedom, released August 20, 2009

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