A call to dig underneath the distractions and lies imposed on us by civilization, “Concrete” urges us to decolonize and join the side of the living. As always, the filthy politicians, joined on this Modern Man track by Drew Wadden, blend engaging rythm and melody with meaningful lyrics to draw listeners into a culture of resistance.
Listen to this track and read the lyrics below, and hear more songs at the filthy politicians on bandcamp and at the filthy politicians on soundcloud.
won’t tell you to put your hands up in the air
won’t tell you to put em anywhere
cuz you can put em up or down
all that really matters is you listen to the sound
and let it sink in get to thinkin
look reality in the eye without blinkin
don’t think that i don’t realize
that today if you want to reach the hearts and the minds
of these people that you need a beat to sweep them right off their feet
to reach deep underneath these sheets of concrete
that they been layin since you were playin in plastic sheets
and runnin through creeks now filled with chemical leaks
now tears are runnin down our chemical cheeks
cuz we don’t wanna go outside without makeup on
we can’t have fun without jager bombs
and this ain’t the way it’s supposed to be
ain’t supposed to lose somebody so close to me
in a car accident we shouldn’t have cars
but we’re all so used to all these scars
we build our own prison but we don’t see the bars
it shouldn’t be so hard at night to see the stars
won’t tell you to put your hands up in the air
won’t tell you to put em anywhere
cuz you can put em up or down
all that really matters is you listen to the sound
and let it sink in get to thinkin
look reality in the eye without blinkin
these days we’re taught conscious thought ain’t hot
your brain might be sayin tpain i am not
so i’m already workin against the fence
you might be sittin on but if you’re not then just pretend
we can take a thought and follow it to its end
just take a look around, what the fuck is happenin?
we shop til we drop for things that got made
half way around the motherfuckin world by slaves
if you got eyes to see take a look around
if you got ears to hear listen to the sound
of isolation, domestication
to the natural world we’re an alienation
and we sold the soul for the sweet sedation
of lonely sex robots on tv stations
it shouldn’t take flobots to show these bourgeois
the new boss is just like the old boss
won’t tell you to put your hands up in the air
won’t tell you to put em anywhere
cuz you can put em up or down
all that really matters is you listen to the sound
and let it sink in get to thinkin
look reality in the eye without blinkin
so if you got a breath of life left
and somethin inside you that’s more human than machine to guide you
then you just gotta dig it up listen to it an we’ll do it
you just gotta set it free then we can get to it
cuz the real enemy is all around
everyday they’re the ones that are holdin us down
cuz they know as long as we don’t know anything else
that we won’t know what it’s like to think for ourselves
and that’s half the problem is every debate
is framed to accept the existence of the state
with this history they write, the lies they tell
so we identify and we don’t rebel
we just eat the food and we watch the shows and
we consume exactly what they want us to know
but before we were consumin we were human at birth
gotta find our way back cuz we’re killin this earth
won’t tell you to put your hands up in the air
won’t tell you to put em anywhere
cuz you can put em up or down
all that really matters is you listen to the sound
and let it sink in get to thinkin
look reality in the eye without blinkin