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• Artiste: Union Jack
• Titre: Stinky Cities
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Walking around in my city today, the buildings and people it all looks dead The squats are closing, not "artists" get paid, to pretend that something is 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 brend new building You gotta pay to eat and 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 for 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 trough 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 and out And I feel ashamed When I see what's going on, it's hard not to feel down and 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 can't call it progress Days go by, situation gets worse, the fight is almost lost. Happiness and joy are my only quest 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? Subversion is all we've got Is there a place in the sun for everyone? Or are we doomed to a 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 Seems like everybody's dead 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 Seems like everybody's dead 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