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by The Old Edison / Time and Place

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Born to the written word, the six strings of a guitar, was raised by romantics and saved by punk rock. Then fashioned myself to never stand down to a man whose complex would put your god to shame. And I never claimed to be above the law, never said to your face what I really thought. But there's a first time for everything and this time is mine. You couldn't even be bothered to read me my rights. And now I'm being taking away in the back of your fear machine. Now I'm being taken away. And you asked what in the world would cause a scene like this. Why jeopardize your future, your name and innocence? I answered you're an evil so unnecessary, I'd never expect you to understand my reasoning. But we're just trying to create some community. We're just trying to build something. And now I'm being taken away in the back of your fear machine. Now I'm being taken away. So go ahead and put me on display, another citizen float in your shit parade. I'll tell you right now Mr. Man, I'm not afraid. Because in these cuffs, in your back seat, is the closest you'll ever get to me. You can put us away. But the scene remains.
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Oh, I wish we could just split the difference, forget there's anything like a red or blue state and just remember how it feels to be alone. Now it seems the only unity is the feeling we'll get as the ship sinks, when we're passing out blame and apologies like the drunkest kid at his first college party. Are we just standing up to sit back down again – citing all the wrong sources to a generational sentence? Are we just standing up to sit back down again – when change just ain't what remains from dollars spent? And it is as it always will be, there's more holes in your argument than in my jeans but you wear them all out when you're in bed with the constituency. Well, that's the diplomacy. We march cuz you can't lead. What about humanity? Community? What about you and me? Are we just standing up to sit back down again – burning what we can't revise so the history books will read American? Are we just standing up to sit back down again – just stretching our legs? Some of us hate our freedom because this is all that we've done with it. They'll put a man on the moon but they won't get a man some food. They gave a TV show to that piece of shit Glenn Beck. And after two wars we find, justice is still blind. The fix is in. The real war is stateside. It offends my intellect. This is not progress. You're just marketing a solution to a problem you construct for your audience. There's a man on my TV screen telling girls to be thin and boys to be mean. I've written 15 letters to my state senator and haven't heard a word. And those stamps ain't cheap. And just last week in a speech, the president told me what he needs to proceed – the belief he's the change we seek, that we will be released – just one more vote, just one more seat. Are we just standing up to sit back down again – a generation seen as objects with objections? Are we just standing up to sit back down again – just stretching our legs?
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Industry, the great catastrophe of the working man's right to be free, for the sweat that pours while the fat cat snores, will drown him while he is asleep. The wage system, the means of production, were always meant to enslave us. But when the strikes are all struck and the gears are all fucked, they'll understand the situation. There's no war like a class war. There's no war like a class war. When the worker's of the world take possession of the means, they'll be no war like a class war. You capitalist, you're damn right I am pissed. A fair day's pay never meant quite this. May you never find peace while we work these machines, eyes closed, lungs full for your impossible dream. Your material money driven world isn't worth the paper it's printed on. So, love commodity. You can keep your property. It will never define me. There's no war like a class war. When the worker's of the world take possession of the means, they'll be no war like a class war. And I'm not impressed with your version of success. I am owed more than just a check. There is no you without us. Demands will be met. And we will not stop. We are starved for that “pie in the sky” and if we don't get it we will unionize. You will know the sweet sting that justice will bring when no one dares cross a picket line. There's no war like a class war. When the worker's of the world take possession of the means, they'll be no war like a class war.
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Recorded at Davenport Studios during the summer of 2011. Many thanks to Jonny Swagger.

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released December 10, 2011

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