“All These Days I” by Jamie Little and the filthy politicians

the filthy politicians, with Jamie Little, make a musical (and succinctly logical) argument for forcibly stopping the insane dominant culture, which is akin to an axe murderer frantically killing everything within reach. They reiterate a point often made by Deep Green Resistance: we need it all in this fight – propagandists and fighters, books and bullets. And those fighters on the front lines depend on supplies from a support base. There’s a place for everyone in this culture of resistance, so find yours before it’s too late for life.

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.

all the days i threw away

it’s obvious i just don’t trust what comes my way

all the days i walked away

i never realized what controls my mind to be

check it – for every day i just threw away

now i’m grown up or so they say

all this bullshit comin my way

but i’m told this is life – til i’m old i should stay

in line like a rollerblade

but fuck that this life ain’t an arcade

do you think it’s a game to the slave who made

your i phone, blue jeans, or your microwave? no

no, and yo it’s not your fault

but we’re livin in the midst of a heist from the vault

nothin is sacred – for riches they’ll rape it

take a look around before the forest is pavement

tell me where the ice caps, whales, and their ways went

why i should give a fuck about outer space when

runnin away ain’t the answer

we can’t escape it – we need to stop the cancer

stop creatin and makin poison

stop feedin it to all the little girls and boys and

stop burning oil, stop all this toil, stop bein loyal

to the same system that destroyed the soil

to the way of life that made this pot boil

your privilege is faced with a choice to continue

keep on keepin on or do you have it in you?

to reject all their bribery

it’s not for the poor it’s for you an me so

we gotta re-imagine – we gotta fight back

and not stop until we’ve stopped their attack

it’s not abstract – it’s as clear as day

there’s an axe murderer and he’s swingin away

but with so much already gone we’ve got used to livin this way

but all we’ve ever seen is proof

that this shit won’t stop anytime soon

if we don’t act now then we seal our fate

if they have their way it’s gonna be too late so

go do what you gotta do

get a bullet or a book or a breath or a clue

this depends on me, it depends on you

life is the front line – sad but true

we don’t all have to fight

but for supplies in the night, can we depend on you?

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