1. |
GRIT-Parazone
03:06
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They suck the youth out of the youth
Bleach the streets to hide the truth
Carve up the map with a scalpel blade
And throw the ghost estates to the birds of prey
They've sterilized our bricks
to wash us away
Blitzed all of our buildings
Exported the problems overseas
Parazone
Dust and bones
Bulldozed homes
No Go Zones
This concrete has a soul
This town still has heart
These streets will never forgive
the time they tried to tear us all apart
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2. |
GRIT- O'Duffy's Ghost
01:49
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Dead men, protecting the rich elite
Dead men’s institutions...
Politicians, priests, police
Dead Men, beaten and afraid
Ghosts...crawl back into your grave
You've got no heart
You've got no soul
Police... police we'll see you in the streets
O’Duffy still haunts our city streets
His gang of fucking sadists
Still marching to the beat
No respect for men and women
Wrapped up in blue
Follow your leader, back into the tomb
Still in the blue shirt
Still the fucking same
Fascist tradition
Supported by the State
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3. |
GRIT-One Life
03:41
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Years kneeling
Sign of the cross
Unquestioned power
Generations lost
Empty cavernous halls
Where once sin was condemned
I hope in my lifetime
We’ll witness your end
Fed all the bullshit, believe behave
But I’ve only one life nothing after the grave
It’s dying but not fast enough for me
Stomp it, stomp their legacy
I won’t forget the bad old days
I won’t forget women made slaves
I won’t forgive children without names
And your compliant silence
Should be your shame
Nothing after the grave
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4. |
GRIT-Constant fight
02:55
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It feels like a constant fight
Today I'm not that tough
It feels like going through the motions
Nothing I do is good enough
But sitting here with your kid on my knee
We're talking shite and drinking tea
A good feeling to keep with me
A refill when I'm running on empty
But sitting here with pints at the bar
I'm glad you asked me to go for a jar
A good feeling to hold in my heart
Diminish shadows, that's the tonic you are
It feels like a constant fight
Don't know if I'll be alright
It seems to me like I'm wading through shit
Don't know how to talk about it
How I cope is to make a bad joke
Keep it with me, keep it closer than a shadow
I feel like putting my fist through a brick wall
But then I take your call
Soon we're up the front, watching a band
Life's okay sometimes and I'll be grand
It feels like a constant fight
But today it's gonna be alright
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5. |
GRIT-Go out
02:39
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I want to get dressed up and I want to go out
I spent the week all stressed stressed
I want to go out
Have a few beers and have a bit of craic
Why do I have to watch my back?
I’m not looking for trouble
I just want to go out
The boys don’t understand
That when shit goes down
I’m the one judged, the blame at my feet
Because I had the nerve to be alone on the street
Minding our own business, catching up
A lad approaches, he interrupts
“Just chatting with my friends here, no thanks mate”
With a bruised ego it escalates
Scarey how flirting, turns to hate
The boys don’t understand
That when shit goes down
I’m the one judged, the blame at my feet
Because I had the nerve to be alone on the street
No – you can’t inspect my tattoos
Please don’t talk to my boobs
I call a friend on the quiet stretch
I’m sick of feeling like an object
I take a taxi to feel safe safe
Telling grown men how to behave
Sick of being polite
So sick of this shite
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6. |
GRIT-Zero Hours
03:17
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Pressure hanging over the streets
Pressure weighing down on me
Pressure to make, make ends meet
Pressure trying to avoid Gardai
Sick of eating bread and beans
Stressed out at the bank machine
Diesel tank is always on empty
Rent is due at the end of the week
Got zero hours, out of time
Got to break this chain and sort it out
Trapped in a circle, no way out
Got to break this chain and sort it out
Days bleed, lost in fog
Working like a fucking dog
Feeling like I could drop
I gotta deal with what I’ve got
Vulture funds, cash for gold
Feed the city through a gaping hole
Dripping walls and black mould
Thousands sleeping in the cold
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7. |
GRIT-They win
02:00
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They win, you pay the price
They win, we pay the price
Approach the world with a view that is short-sighted
Roll your eyes at a union strike
Repeat divisive tabloid lies
they got you where they want you
Try to climb the ladder you're just a snake
Race to the bottom, make no mistake
we're all a few step from the bread-line
Buy that lie “we all partied”
Support austerity policies
Can't you recognize your real enemies?
You try to fight
They twist the knife
You pay the price
They win, you die
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8. |
GRIT-Nineteen
02:37
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Could drink all night
Then go to work
We didn’t know what time was worth
Always a gig,
new mates to meet
Didn’t even care when
we lost a fight on the streets
We were 19
We knew everything
We had forever to live our dreams
But when I look out
You’re no longer by my side
Social status, we couldn’t care less
No tolerance for racists or sexists
No question – we are anti-fascist
Take a moment and raise a beer
Remember friends no longer here
Though you’re not around
We keep your memory near
We were 19
We knew everything
We had forever to live our dreams
But when I look out
You’re no longer by my side
Where did you go?
A stranger looks back at me from the mirror
How did that happen?
Thought you’d be young forever
The music and good times will never cease
Punk rock community
Still not eating meat
Still hating police
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9. |
GRIT-Blind spot
02:13
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Rounds on the drunkest punk
An “accidental” touch
Pushes against them when the band plays
Anyone say anything?
You've got a blind spot
Have you got a blind spot?
Do they put on all the gigs
And you won't get to play?
Are they a good mate sober
And it's not your place to say?
They call us ultra-violent
They’d rather constant silence
Call us out when we try to fight it
Prefer a quiet crisis
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10. |
GRIT-Fire
03:42
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I know that feeling
I know the confusion
I know that anger
And all the trouble it gets you in
I see you running towards the dark
Letting it hold you in its arms
The city won’t forgive
It’s a cornered dog
I see all my mistakes
And of course you want to
Make them for yourself
I see more than I ever could
Young lads, no fear
Only minutes, never years
You’ve got fire in your hands
Always on the end of someone’s boots
Always running and living for the fight
You’re just a kid but you’re out of time
No room for youth when you’re out in the night
You’ve got a fire in you son
Light up the streets or burn them down
Stay sharp and be yourself
Don’t let them tell you different
You’ve got a fire in you son
Light up the streets or burn them down
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A.U. Vinyles Nantes, France
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