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21 de out de 2009

The Redskins- Algumas letras.

Letras The Redskins


Unionise
The first thing that needs to be said
Is hatred's all very well
But hatred must be organised
If dreams are to be realised
And anger is no substitute
For diciplined rebellion
To unionise is to organise

Unionise!
Fight back!
Unionise!
Stop! Strike!
Unionise!

Well all this talk of fighting back
Is talk to be ignored
If we don't know where our power lies
And utilize the tools we've got
The bosses have the money
And the workers have no rights
But our muscle is our labour
And we flex it when we go on strike

Unionise!
Fight back!
Unionise!
Stop! Strike!
Unionise!

We can talk of riots and petrol bombs
And revolutions all day long
But if we fail to organise
We'll waste our lives on protest songs
A life worth living is waiting to be won, sure
The day the bosses fall
The day the dream has come
But stop romanticising
Hollow talk is just a curse
The revolution won't appear
We all have to build for it first

Unionise!
Fight back!
Unionise!
Stop! Strike!
Unionise!



Lev Bronstein
Russia is a man who turned into stone his is a sad history
There was another man who fought along and left a legacy
The lesson never learned the passion killed by state bureaucracy
The other man killed too & so fulfilled his tragic prophesy, tragic prophesy

Are you going she said to me, Moscow is like Leeds
Are you going she said to me, Moscow is like Leeds
Are you going she said to me
Are you going

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Lev Bronstein
Lev Bronstein

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Lev Bronstein
Lev Bronstein

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Are you going she said to me, Moscow is like Leeds
Are you going she said to me, Moscow is like Leeds
Are you going she said to me
Are you going

Lev Bronstein
Lev Bronstein
Lev Bronstein

Lev Bronstein
Lev Bronstein
Lev Bronstein

But in Poland passion burned the dream has returned a worker said to me
Moscow will burn again and so will Leeds with Solidarity
With Solidartity his legacy, legacy

Are you going she said to me, Moscow is like Leeds
Are you going she said to me, Moscow is like Leeds
Are you going she said to me
Are you going

Lev Bronstein
Lev Bronstein
Lev Bronstein

Lev Bronstein
Lev Bronstein
Lev Bronstein

Are you going
Are you going
Are you going
Are you going



Lean On Me
Memories of years gone by
Dashed hopes & a dream that died
Spirit pulled us through
Times were hard but we fought as one
Now those days of hope are gone
You're resigned to lose

Success come to the strong
The struggle's hard & the struggle's long
Lean on me & I will pull you through

Sad signs of a sad dispair
A wildcat here & a wildcat there
Weak in isolation, short lived inspiration
It's an old tale told ten thousand times
But while we're split we waste our lives
Together we've a wold to win!

Success come to the strong
The struggle's hard & the struggle's long
Lean on me & I will pull you through

We may argue right & wrong
But together we are strong
A flame that can't be dimmed
It's not in order to survive
You've got to lean on me
You can fight alone without solidarity

Success come to the strong
The struggle's hard & the struggle's long
Lean on me & I will pull you through...



Reds Strike The Blues
Well a worker goes to work each day
He goes to work to earn his pay, earn his pay
The boss don't like the union
cos the union makes the workers strong

Reds strike the blues

Well a worker goes to work each day
He goes to work to earn his pay, earn his pay
The boss don't like the union
cos the union makes the workers strong

Reds strike the blues

The worker went on strike today
He went on strike for better pay a living wage
The workers strike and the bosses don't
No workforce no profit
Let's keep them bosses on the run

Reds strike the blues

If you really want to be free
Take a tip from solidarity

Reds strike the blues



Kick Over The Statues
At the end of an era
The First thing to go
Are the heads of our leaders
Kicked down in the road...

On the day of reckoning
When we've struck & won
Watch close as their heroes
Go crashing down on the pavement...

The workers in poland rose
& in Hungary too
Somoza & Jose fell
...Azania coming soon!

Kick over the statues
And the tyrants die
Wave bye bye with a hammer
To their heroes

The first act of freedom
All over the world
Is to topple the statues
Kick the bosses over



Keep On Keepin' On
Can't remember such a bitter time
The Boss says jump! The workers fall in line
I'm not down, but I'm feeling low
The whip us into line
With the threat of the dole

Time & time when the workers rise
The fightback's stabbed by a neat backstab
& the party papers lies
Leaders lead us into blind retreat
One by one we take the money
Ten by ten we face defeat

The bosses make us pay for their crisis
They blame us for daring to challenge things
Full-timers backslide to the cries of sell out!
We've got to get the reins in our hands ourselves
Stand firm! Hold tight!

The bosses, they hit
While we're taking it
In turns to spit
Divide & lose

It's better to die on our feet
Than to live on our knees!

Keep on keepin' on!
Like a red machine

Maybe 5 or even 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 months
And if it takes a year we've got to last a year



It Can Be Done!
Russia sparked the fires in 1917
First workers revolution
The first revolution history
Working people forced the bosses' backs against the wall
First steps taken for a better life for all

It's a shame
It's a crying shame
When our past is buried
And our victories go un-named
It's a crying shame
When our history books
Talk of kings & men of fame

And in another country workers rose again
1919, 1919 in Berlin
But they didn't learn the lessons
From the Russians that they should
Revolution, revolution was drowned in blood

It's a crying shame
But the lessons plain
It's a crying shame
But the lessons plain

All things are possible

Hunger of the 30's
Hunger of the 30's back again
And the rich still rich
And the poor still the same as they ever were
And it seems to me
We're still not learning from our history

And it's a crying shame
Those who hold the future hold themselves in chains
It's a crying shame
Those who bear the pain hold themselves to blame
It's a crying, it's a crying shame
It's a crying shame

Look at Petrograd!
Look at Barcelona
Fight against the land
Fight against the land & the factory owners
Same fight today against another ruling class
Learn a lesson from your past

It's a crying shame
But the lessons plain
It's a crying shame
But the lessons plain
It can happen again
It's a crying, crying, crying shame
But the lessons plain
It can be done again!



Hold On
Talk of a strike just one day old
And already a threatened workforce is been told
A cut in their wages is what they need
The poor man pays for the rich man's greed

The shop says yes
The boss says no
To hell with the ballot, boys
Go, go, go!



Bring It Down!
You've never had it so good
The favourite phrase of those who've always had it better
Burn it up!
Realise the altogether

Bring it down
Burn together
The altogether's an insane thing, insane thing
Bring it down
All together
The altogether's an insane thing, insane thing

You've never had it so good
The favourite phrase of those who've always had it better
You never had so much is the cry
Of those who've always had much more, much more than you & I

Burn brother burn
Fight together
This altogether's an insane thing, insane thing
Bring it down
All together
The altogether's an insane thing, insane thing

Burn
Insane thing, insane thing
Insane thing, insane thing

Burn brother burn
Let's burn Together
Burn brother burn
Burn, burn, burn
This insane thing, insane thing
Burn brother burn
Burn sister burn

Spurn the lie
They use to justify
This insanity!
The inhumanity!
Of this insane thing

Burn brother burn
Burn, burn, burn
Some's got it easy
Bring it down
The altogether
Keeps getting better for the few
Who've got it good to start with ...



The Power Is Yours
Let's get this situation sorted out!
We're so polite
It makes me want to shout
We waive the everything we want
An' take the nothing we already have
An' I'm waiting on hold
For something to blow ...

All is in reach & as clear as day
Yet the smallest move
Remains a mile away
So we while away
Going nowhere bit by bit
An' it just seems
We can't get round to gettin' round to it
Sometimes it makes me ache ...

Someone once wrote
All the world's a stage
But the truth comes written somewhat different on my page
I know this script's fixed from the start
Cos ordinary men & women only get
Supporting parts
An' I'm waiting on hold
For something to explode

We spend our lives
Waitin' for
Someone other than ourselves
To make a move

We always do
We do
We always blow it
I know
You know
I know you know it but ...

I keep on coming back because
The power is yours



Go Get Organized!
I got a job just shifting beer
Straight out of school, straight into here
I got a job pays none too well
But every Friday I can tell them go to hell

This place is noisy and full of dust & shit
This jobs dead lousy but I can't get out of it
Come every Friday I see an old man
Sat back from the bar in the smoke room
He's been through battles
He's seen some hard ones
I fought and lost he said
But let me tell you this son

Your only weapon
Is those you work with
Your strength is their strength
Can't beat the rank and file

Go get organized!

I joined the union & started signing up
I found a man ten years a member
And all this time he's been holin' up, hiding quiet
We pressed the govnor for improved conditions
And found ourselves on strike for union recognition

I seen the old man in the smoke room
He's been through battles
He's seen some hard ones
I fought and lost he said
But let me tell you this son

Your only weapon
Is those you work with
Your strength is their strength
Can't beat the rank and file

Go get organized!

Come every Friday I see an old man
Sat back from the bar in the smoke room
He's been through battles
He's seen some hard ones
I fought and lost he said
But let me tell you this son

Your only weapon
Is those you work with
Your strength is their strength
Can't beat the rank and file

Go get organized!

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