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Nuclear Summer

from Is That A Riot? by Youngblood Brass Band

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lyrics

"From the left shoulder of a nation
From skies lacking the mechanisms of death
From the burdened bellies of wrought iron angels
We come, we drop: we're bombs..."

And we're in... hordes of us, scraping over the walls...

There is no darkness so deep that we cannot paint it present.
There is no cause so bleak that we will veil in vain.
We are the rain's army, dispatched in vein and we course...
Dead eyes run through. Ink and pigment splattered on barren ground.
Swords aloft. Screaming battle cries in all tongues lost.
The old blood boiling over timeless ideals.

We are staining every soul present enough to look up.
Go home scarred and tattoo the sound all over your body, for these
sun-dipped blades herald brighter spirits coming
once that gray lump you call a head is sliced clean off...

Once a benevolent president tears open your cheek a tongue will come flopping out.
It will lay on the ground licking slush off our frozen streets. Then it will die.
Your love curdled already besides. I'll kiss your hand, but you won't see the smirk
beneath my lowered eyes. Nothing King get wise:
All my children are carrying knives

More pressure more fire more peace more vibe.
More people more free more heat more live.
More voice more feet more song more rise.
More echo more cloud more test more sky.
No quarter no vote no power no vice.
No king no vision no womb no right.
More signal more move more center more light.
More pressure more fire more peace more vibe.
More.

How about a little warhead in your abdomen? Ooh, how about a stain?
How about armada is to javelin what battle is to game?
Oh! Inverted world I'm thinking Nobel Prize,
because the marriage of preemption and commerce? That was mine.
I prefer a phallus to a circle every time.
I prefer to make a beat that wipes a village from the map.
I prefer a falling payload when it's dancing on your lap.
Are you perverts having fun yet?
It all comes out gray and matters less with each sunset.

Here come a bomb. The sound above language.
The sound off-kilter with casualties pending.
The sound of patented death. The action-packed ending.
It's not sarcasm. We're training eyes.
Hands were we can see them. Ass in the sky.
Asinine lies for assassins in need of motives
for making that human ink bleed.
Champions, fly.

Calling all living. Affirming all dreams.
Screaming all hell. As real as it seems.
Rescind your explosions. Get up off toes.
Kids are at attention tending toward prose.
Smolder at shows, shoulder all comers.
Dirty old bushmen your season is waning.
Sorry about peace... big fucking bummer.
Ignite a new kind of soul fusing father and mother.
Here come the heat.... nuclear summer.

More pressure more fire more peace more vibe.
More people more free more heat more live.
More voice more feet more song more rise.
More echo more cloud more test more sky.
No quarter no vote no power no vice.
No king no vision no womb no right.
More signal more move more center more light.
More pressure more fire more peace more vibe.
More. More. More. More. More. More. More. More.
More. More. More. More. More. More. More. More.
More. More. More. More. More. More. More. More.
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credits

from Is That A Riot?, released August 1, 2006
by David Henzie-Skogen (Layered Music - SESAC)

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