“Concrete” by the filthy politicians

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

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