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Stinky cities

from Tales of urban freedom by Union Jack

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Walking around in my city today/
The buildings and people, they all look dead/
The squats are closing, now the "artists" get paid,
to pretend that there's something happening
Tell how I am supposed to survive in these dead cities?
The dream is so bad and the people so sad, the reasons why I never feel glad
And they're cleaning every street, destroying everything
For a brand new building
You gotta pay to eat & sleep, survival is not free
It’ll never be

Non commercial activities are banned in most of the cities/
Squatters get evicted from their home, but the flats remain empty/
It's a constant search for profit and standardized habits
The goal is the destruction of the will to live free
Every day I stray and try to do my best to live through this hell and forget all this present stress
Share my distress, all my life I feel oppressed, it’s a whole mess and I do it with success
When I see what's going on, it's hard not to feel down & out / and I feel ashamed
When I see what's going on, it's hard not to feel down & out / I feel the same
Everybody’s looking for the same thing / Less authority, more solidarity
Everybody’s looking for the same thing / Reach autonomy by any means necessary
Homeless and hopeless, I cannot call it progress / Days go by, situation gets worse, the fight is almost lost
Happiness and joy are my only quests / Will I reach them someday and feel alive for real?
Everybody’s looking for the same thing / Less authority, more solidarity
Everybody’s looking for the same thing / Reach autonomy by any means necessary
What’s the other choice? / a more violent approach?
Is there a place in the sun for everyone? / or are we doomed to a lifelong boredom?

Money bought something in the way, that’s our humanity
Surrounded but fuckin’lonely, usual urban story
From block to block, in stinky flats, freedoms are locked and rents are high
The autonomists slowly disappear, the poor and weaks live in fear
It seems like everybody's dead
Only yuppies all well fed
A strange feeling when I'm in my bed
Wish I'd never wake up again
And I’m dyin, and I’m dyin, you don’t even know
And I’m dyin, and I’m dyin, right in front of you
It seem like everybody's dead
Only yuppies all well fed
Right in front of you

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from Tales of urban freedom, released August 11, 2009

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Union Jack Paris, France

Angry, raw and percussive, UxJ have been spreading their punk, rock & roll, hardcore and ska influences since 1997. This singular combination, refined along the years, results in the trio’s unique and original sound. The french combo, avid followers of the DIY, friendship and mutual aid ethics, have already released many records and played extensive amounts of shows all across Europe and Canada. ... more

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