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Peace & Love

by The Microbes

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1.
Peace & Love 01:06
Community gardens on every block Solar panels where the sidewalk stops Office buildings left to rot Empty houses free to squat Peace and love ain't far away Fields of flowers, room to play All that stands now, 'tween them and us Is some basic skills, organization, and a mountain, Of dead cops Waiting to be torn down or blown to bits At the earliest convenience The sooner cancer is removed The sooner your life improved Peace and love ain't far away Fields of flowers, room to play All that stands now, 'tween us and it Is some basic skills, organization, and a violent overthrow of the government There's so many resources, tech, and wealth That exist to improve your health Yet we never seem to be rewarded Because all these things are milked and hoarded Peace and love ain't far away Fields of flowers, room to play All we need now, to scratch that itch Is some basic skills, organization, and some guillotines for the rich (but it starts with) Community gardens on every block
2.
Crime 01:05
I'm not living less dangerously But I'm much smarter about my crime These days nearly everyone I know has been giving up But I've got better things to do with my time My friend: my love, My foe: my rage I cock back and swing harder every day In this world what do you have, if not your word? My spit: my pen, Their face: my page With stolen tools I break my cage It's not a competition, but what have you done today? I'm not living less dangerously But I'm much smarter about my crime These days nearly everyone I know has been giving up But I've got better things to do with my time This life: my knife, This world: my war There are things worth fighting for And only those that keep you down will tell you that there aren't Our fate they stole: Their Rome we sack With homemade bombs we take it back For legal purposes, let's call this satire.
3.
Bad Vibes 02:00
The mountains, the rivers, the trees This scenery wasted on me I am here but cannot see See beyond my misery All that exists is the coming week The bills, the work, the means I seek To cut through the monotony Painfully familiar to me You'd think it'd be the dead that haunt these grounds But it's the living that are shambling around Waiting for the curse to lift This tragic world, this beautiful gift This world is a gift That we can't return And you're in my ear You tell me it's beautiful Yeah, but I fucking hate it here The stark contrast, before us looms A blossoming spring as the death toll balloons A world out of order with no chance to appeal How am I supposed to feel? You'd think it'd be the dead that haunt these grounds But it's the living that are shambling around Waiting for the curse to lift This tragic world, this beautiful gift I fucking hate it here
4.
Faces 01:17
Standing in the rain While you play in the sun Can't help but to think about The farce it's all become Not even sure of what went through your head When all is said and done Because you have many faces And I have one Stones now have been cast But the song remains unsung To eulogize the game you played As if you were so young Can't pretend that I don't hear about The lies you spread among My friends cause you have many tricks And I have none Refusing to work on yourself Because it's never fun Just leads to bigger problems down the road When you always choose to run From the messes that you make The depths that you will plumb At the end you'll have many regrets When I have none
5.
The American dream is dead These eyes see only black No god above or government Could ever bring it back But not all hope is lost Its quite the opposite The future's got a ray of hope I see from where I sit The oppressive global system (((capitalism))) Is crumbling, ready to fall And soon there won't be nothing Strong enough to keep control So what then will we do When there's no government To run your town or burn it down As only they see fit: Do it all ourselves Take back our control Into our own hands, our demands Will not be void and null The oppressive global system Is crumbling, ready to fall And soon there won't be nothing Strong enough to keep control Grow your own food Fix your own shit Run your own town
6.
You focus on my voice And listen to my bid I don't regret a single thing That I ever did At my unattended funeral You'll hear a needle drop Cause I've slit the throats of lots of friends So I'd come out on top I am your friend, your father, your god Upheld by violence and backed up by law Any thought that you could think Has already crossed my mind And I know that you're below me Because you are not my kind And when I'm on the highway I take up every lane Because the world was made on my account To use for my own gain I am your friend, your father, your god Upheld by violence, and backed up by law Hundred of you for one of me, but I know you know your place Cause I've never once heard anybody say that to my face Your loss is not my gain Your loss is not my gain Your loss is not my gain But all the same I feel no shame

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released April 2, 2021

On this release, The Microbes are:

David -- Bass and Vocals
Liam -- Drums and Recording
Hughie -- Lead and Rhythm Guitar

Cover by David and Hughie

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