Cable Street Again
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โฑ๏ธ 9:32 duration
๐ ID: 935323
๐ Lyrics
This is where it starts; a sinecure sleight-of-hand
To saturate postures with wormwood and gall
Settle with hatred and you'll bow on command
Compromise doubly and compromise all
Fascism hammers out his hooks
On scapegoat anvils beneath your nose
Perhaps your eyes will follow suit
As your hearing, hearing, hearing fucking goes
This is where it goes, when breaking point's reached
The dry-rotted floorboards will always give way
And thus once again the sealed vault is breached
In cycles and cycles of silent decay
Rot and negligence
Scarcity's false, except for the truth
The Bindweed is once again taking root
I hope you like poverty, breathing in soot
And the taste of leather off Britain's boot
Desperate times call, call for disparate measures
A few misdirections to change how the pressure discharges
I see the forked tongue
In the ear of the strained
And both barrels retrained on the ones in the margins
These dispossessed people
Silver-eyed, glazed with a mirror of trauma
Boats sunk in a wash of formaldehyde
The Tollen's reagent scars the iris - scars the iris anew
So hold your tongue, or I'll hold it for you
The violence is here
Modern Blackshirts in the streets
What good is civility in the face of a kerb full of teeth?
'Tis no broken system, but the product of it
You cannot fix that which is working as intended
Gnashing-toothed printing press, virulent, caustic
They bound the fasces themselves, they sharpened the axe
Know this, they aren't resting, nor reading the rules
They're desperate for war, gagging for it
If it's to be Cable Street again, we won't win through debate
You can't reason with malice
The fasces must break
If this is against the grain
Then the blight really has set in
The furrowing of brows and the festering of blame
Misshapen and bent
It's not the fucking corner shop that drives up your rent
They salted the soil
Buried up to your neck in the debts of your station
But this is where it ends
There's no middle road
And I tell you
Get down off the fence
Before the barbed wire goes up
To saturate postures with wormwood and gall
Settle with hatred and you'll bow on command
Compromise doubly and compromise all
Fascism hammers out his hooks
On scapegoat anvils beneath your nose
Perhaps your eyes will follow suit
As your hearing, hearing, hearing fucking goes
This is where it goes, when breaking point's reached
The dry-rotted floorboards will always give way
And thus once again the sealed vault is breached
In cycles and cycles of silent decay
Rot and negligence
Scarcity's false, except for the truth
The Bindweed is once again taking root
I hope you like poverty, breathing in soot
And the taste of leather off Britain's boot
Desperate times call, call for disparate measures
A few misdirections to change how the pressure discharges
I see the forked tongue
In the ear of the strained
And both barrels retrained on the ones in the margins
These dispossessed people
Silver-eyed, glazed with a mirror of trauma
Boats sunk in a wash of formaldehyde
The Tollen's reagent scars the iris - scars the iris anew
So hold your tongue, or I'll hold it for you
The violence is here
Modern Blackshirts in the streets
What good is civility in the face of a kerb full of teeth?
'Tis no broken system, but the product of it
You cannot fix that which is working as intended
Gnashing-toothed printing press, virulent, caustic
They bound the fasces themselves, they sharpened the axe
Know this, they aren't resting, nor reading the rules
They're desperate for war, gagging for it
If it's to be Cable Street again, we won't win through debate
You can't reason with malice
The fasces must break
If this is against the grain
Then the blight really has set in
The furrowing of brows and the festering of blame
Misshapen and bent
It's not the fucking corner shop that drives up your rent
They salted the soil
Buried up to your neck in the debts of your station
But this is where it ends
There's no middle road
And I tell you
Get down off the fence
Before the barbed wire goes up
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.11] This is where it starts; a sinecure sleight-of-hand
[00:04.84] To saturate postures with wormwood and gall
[00:10.10] Settle with hatred and you'll bow on command
[00:14.82] Compromise doubly and compromise all
[00:20.13] Fascism hammers out his hooks
[00:24.35] On scapegoat anvils beneath your nose
[00:30.15] Perhaps your eyes will follow suit
[00:34.12] As your hearing, hearing, hearing fucking goes
[00:39.66]
[01:06.27] This is where it goes, when breaking point's reached
[01:10.79] The dry-rotted floorboards will always give way
[01:15.96] And thus once again the sealed vault is breached
[01:20.89] In cycles and cycles of silent decay
[01:25.38] Rot and negligence
[01:27.25] Scarcity's false, except for the truth
[01:30.69] The Bindweed is once again taking root
[01:36.34] I hope you like poverty, breathing in soot
[01:40.23] And the taste of leather off Britain's boot
[01:45.53]
[02:17.13] Desperate times call, call for disparate measures
[02:29.78] A few misdirections to change how the pressure discharges
[02:42.37] I see the forked tongue
[02:49.05] In the ear of the strained
[02:54.66] And both barrels retrained on the ones in the margins
[03:07.46] These dispossessed people
[03:13.74] Silver-eyed, glazed with a mirror of trauma
[03:21.20] Boats sunk in a wash of formaldehyde
[03:33.96] The Tollen's reagent scars the iris - scars the iris anew
[03:47.81] So hold your tongue, or I'll hold it for you
[03:58.01]
[04:09.28] The violence is here
[04:12.43] Modern Blackshirts in the streets
[04:16.59] What good is civility in the face of a kerb full of teeth?
[04:29.22] 'Tis no broken system, but the product of it
[04:35.55] You cannot fix that which is working as intended
[04:42.02] Gnashing-toothed printing press, virulent, caustic
[04:48.62] They bound the fasces themselves, they sharpened the axe
[04:55.07] Know this, they aren't resting, nor reading the rules
[05:00.57] They're desperate for war, gagging for it
[05:07.95] If it's to be Cable Street again, we won't win through debate
[05:14.42] You can't reason with malice
[05:17.87] The fasces must break
[05:20.59]
[07:34.93] If this is against the grain
[07:38.99] Then the blight really has set in
[07:42.87]
[07:51.73] The furrowing of brows and the festering of blame
[07:58.12] Misshapen and bent
[08:01.27] It's not the fucking corner shop that drives up your rent
[08:09.79] They salted the soil
[08:14.21] Buried up to your neck in the debts of your station
[08:21.21] But this is where it ends
[08:24.93] There's no middle road
[08:33.02] And I tell you
[08:37.80] Get down off the fence
[08:42.89] Before the barbed wire goes up
[08:47.56]
[00:04.84] To saturate postures with wormwood and gall
[00:10.10] Settle with hatred and you'll bow on command
[00:14.82] Compromise doubly and compromise all
[00:20.13] Fascism hammers out his hooks
[00:24.35] On scapegoat anvils beneath your nose
[00:30.15] Perhaps your eyes will follow suit
[00:34.12] As your hearing, hearing, hearing fucking goes
[00:39.66]
[01:06.27] This is where it goes, when breaking point's reached
[01:10.79] The dry-rotted floorboards will always give way
[01:15.96] And thus once again the sealed vault is breached
[01:20.89] In cycles and cycles of silent decay
[01:25.38] Rot and negligence
[01:27.25] Scarcity's false, except for the truth
[01:30.69] The Bindweed is once again taking root
[01:36.34] I hope you like poverty, breathing in soot
[01:40.23] And the taste of leather off Britain's boot
[01:45.53]
[02:17.13] Desperate times call, call for disparate measures
[02:29.78] A few misdirections to change how the pressure discharges
[02:42.37] I see the forked tongue
[02:49.05] In the ear of the strained
[02:54.66] And both barrels retrained on the ones in the margins
[03:07.46] These dispossessed people
[03:13.74] Silver-eyed, glazed with a mirror of trauma
[03:21.20] Boats sunk in a wash of formaldehyde
[03:33.96] The Tollen's reagent scars the iris - scars the iris anew
[03:47.81] So hold your tongue, or I'll hold it for you
[03:58.01]
[04:09.28] The violence is here
[04:12.43] Modern Blackshirts in the streets
[04:16.59] What good is civility in the face of a kerb full of teeth?
[04:29.22] 'Tis no broken system, but the product of it
[04:35.55] You cannot fix that which is working as intended
[04:42.02] Gnashing-toothed printing press, virulent, caustic
[04:48.62] They bound the fasces themselves, they sharpened the axe
[04:55.07] Know this, they aren't resting, nor reading the rules
[05:00.57] They're desperate for war, gagging for it
[05:07.95] If it's to be Cable Street again, we won't win through debate
[05:14.42] You can't reason with malice
[05:17.87] The fasces must break
[05:20.59]
[07:34.93] If this is against the grain
[07:38.99] Then the blight really has set in
[07:42.87]
[07:51.73] The furrowing of brows and the festering of blame
[07:58.12] Misshapen and bent
[08:01.27] It's not the fucking corner shop that drives up your rent
[08:09.79] They salted the soil
[08:14.21] Buried up to your neck in the debts of your station
[08:21.21] But this is where it ends
[08:24.93] There's no middle road
[08:33.02] And I tell you
[08:37.80] Get down off the fence
[08:42.89] Before the barbed wire goes up
[08:47.56]