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Defected to the U.S.S.R.: 23 Feb 2004, 22:46
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Post 16 May 2004, 23:10
Everyone knows the Soviet National Anthem, The Internationale, and the works of the Red Army Choir, but what about a lot of other great Communist music out there? We should post info about various Communist groups and songs here, since- hey- music is an art!

Here is something my friend found on the Communist Party of Iran (Marxist-Leninist Maoist) website, an old James Connolly song called "We Only Want the Earth":

http://www.sarbedaran.org/music/onlyearth.ram

We Only Want the Earth

(1907)


Some men, faint-hearted, ever seek
Our programme to retouch,
And will insist, whene’er they speak
That we demand too much.
’Tis passing strange, yet I declare
Such statements give me mirth,
For our demands most moderate are,
We only want the earth.

“Be moderate,” the trimmers cry,
Who dread the tyrants’ thunder.
“You ask too much and people By
From you aghast in wonder.”
’Tis passing strange, for I declare
Such statements give me mirth,
For our demands most moderate are,
We only want the earth.

Our masters all a godly crew,
Whose hearts throb for the poor,
Their sympathies assure us, too,
If our demands were fewer.
Most generous souls! But please observe,
What they enjoy from birth
Is all we ever had the nerve
To ask, that is, the earth.

The “labour fakir” full of guile,
Base doctrine ever preaches,
And whilst he bleeds the rank and file
Tame moderation teaches.
Yet, in despite, we’ll see the day
When, with sword in its girth,
Labour shall march in war array
To realize its own, the earth.

For labour long, with sighs and tears,
To its oppressors knelt.
But never yet, to aught save fears,
Did the heart of tyrant melt.
We need not kneel, our cause no dearth
Of loyal soldiers’ needs
And our victorious rallying cry
Shall be we want the earth!

El Pueblo Unido Jamas Sera Vencido

http://www.r10t.com/intro01.html

El pueblo unido jamás será vencido!
El pueblo unido jamás será vencido!
El pueblo unido jamás será vencido!
El pueblo unido jamás será vencido!

De pie cantar, que vamos a triunfar
avanzan ya banderas de unidad
y tu vendrás marchando junto a mi y así verás tu canto
y tu bandera florecer
la luz de un rojo amanecer anuncia
ya la vida que vendrá.

De pie marchar el pueblo va a triunfar
será mejor la vida que vendrá
a conquistar nuestra felicidad
yen un clamor mil voces de combate
se alzarán dirán canción de libertad
con decisión la patria vencerá!

Y ahora el pueblo que se alza en la lucha
con voz de gigante gritando: adelante!
El pueblo unido jamás será vencido!
El pueblo unido jamás será vencido!

La patria está forjando la unidad
de norte a sur se movilizará
desde el salar ardiente y mineral
al bosque austral unidos en la lucha
y el trabajo irán,
la patria cubrirán su paso ya anuncia el porvenir

De pie cantar el pueblo va a triunfar
millones ya imponen la verdad
de acero son, ardiente batallón
sus manos van llevando la justicia
y la razón mujer con fuego
y con valor ya estás aquí junto al trabajador

Y ahora el pueblo que se alza en la lucha con voz de gigante gritando: adelante!
El pueblo unido jamás será vencido el pueblo unido jamás será vencido!
El pueblo unido jamás será vencido el pueblo unido jamás será vencido!
El pueblo unido jamás será vencido el pueblo unido jamás será vencido!

There are more Communist songs in Farsi from the CPI-(MLM) at: http://www.sarbedaran.org/music/index.htm

Music of the Communist Party of Nepal (Maoist) and their mighty People's War can be found here: http://cpnm.org/new/musics/music.htm

Add any more you can find!
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Post 16 May 2004, 23:22
Good revolutionary-minded artists that I really like, all of them at least sympathetic to Communism or mention Communism in their lyrics in a positive manner:

Rock:
-Rage Against the Machine
-John Lennon (Plastic Ono Band & solo career)
-Ozomatli
-Manu Chao
-The Clash
-Anti-Flag
-Against Me!
-Agnostic Front
-AK-47
-NOFX
-The Used
-The Unseen
-Angelic Upstarts
-The Dead Kennedys
-The Refused
-Propagandhi
-Operation Ivy
-Tijuana NO!

Rap/Hip-Hop:
-The Coup
-Public Enemy
-Dead Prez

Folk:
-Woodie Guthrie
-Arlo Guthrie
-Pete Seeger
-Billy Bragg
-Joan Baez
-David Rovic

Other:
-Bob Marley & The Wailers
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Post 16 May 2004, 23:55
well recently I have purchased 2 cds of revolutionary music from the danish first of may. not all of the songs are danish though.


rock modern:
Chumbawumba

Folk:
Utah Phillips
The Dubliners
The Pogues (sort of)
Barry McGuire

now I will give the names of the songs and their translation if I have them. expect lyrics tomorrow. if I do them at all.
1. Jomfru Ane Band - Balladen om Byggeren Virgin Ane Band - The Ballad about the Builder
2. Røde Mor - Ta' hva' der' er dit Red Mother - Take What Is Yours
3. Agitpop - En løn til at leve af Agitpop - A wage to live off of
4. Eva Madsen - Friheden Flyver Eva Madsen - Freedom Flies
5. Sjakket - Jensen (this is one of my favorites)
6. Billy Bragg - The Red Flag (one of the best songs as well)
7. Agitpop - Der står en lærling Agitpop - There is an apprentice this song's lyrics I will probably translate, very good stuff.
8. Søren Sidevind's Spillemænd - Hope Computer Søren Sidevind's Players (very popular folkband of the old danish communist party) - Hope Computer
9. Røde Mor - Lil Johnny's Mund Little Johnny's Mouth
10. Pete Seeger- Viva La Quince Brigada
11. D.K.U. Noder - De grove hænders nytte Danish Communist Youth Notes - The Gruesome Hands Use
12. Savage Rose - El Pueblo Unido (as posted by comrade A)
13. John Lennon - Working Class Hero (love this song personally)
14. Røde Mor - Arbejdskraft til salg Work for sale
15. Peter Abrahamsen - Det er vores politi It's our police
16. Søren Sidevind's Spillemænd - Ankers pris Anker's price
17. Agitpop - Sang om det knuste spejl Song about the broken mirror
18. Hoola Bandoola Band- Juanita
19. Sebastian - Danmark (Dum og Dejlig) Denmark (dumb and nice)
20. Utah Phillips - Hallelujah I'm a Bum
21. Arne Würgler - Det er os der bygger op It's os who is building up
22. Søren Sidevind's Spillemænd - Kapitalens krise Capital's Crisis
23. Agitpop - Sang om skole song about school
24. Utah Phillips & Ani DeFranco - Joe Hill
25. Røde Mor - Arbejdsløshedssang Unemployment's Song
26. Det Internationale Sigøjner Kompagni- I kan ikke slå os ihjel The International Gypsy Company - You can't kill os
27. Peter Abrahamsen - Til min dreng i arbejgsløshedskøen To my boy in the unemployment line
28. D.K.U. Noder - Den franske partisansang The French Partisan Song
29. shu-bi-dua - krig og fred war and peace
30. Sjakket - Murerkonens sang the bricklayer's wife's song
31. Lone Kellermann - Der vil komme en dag there will come a day
32. Barry McGuire - On the Eve of Destruction
33. Søren Sidevind's Spillemønd - Brødre, se den røde fane Brothers se the red flag
34. Agitpop - Drøm om et sted Dream about a place
35. Savage Rose - Partisansangen The Partisan Song
36. Dubliners - The Ballad of Springhill
37. Røde Mor - Sanseløs sense less
38. Peter Abrahamsen - Tro faith
39. Jomfru Ane Band - Krisens danse-makabre The Crisis' macabre dance
40. Natalie Merchant - Which Side are you on (a classic)
41. Benny Holst & Arne Würgler - Valgsang election song
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Post 17 May 2004, 15:40
some lyrics, these are the best of the english songs. the danish ones I will have to listen to first, and then translate myself, it could be a while.

Working Class Hero by John Lennon
As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be


They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so fragging crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be


When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be


Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still fragging peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be


There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me

Hallelujah I'm a Bum
Why don't you work like other folks do?
How the hell can I work when there's no work to do?
[ALTERNATE LAST LINES: How the hell can I work when the sky is so blue?
OR: How can I get a job when you're holding down two?]
CHORUS:
Hallelujah, I'm a bum,
Hallelujah, bum again,
Hallelujah, give us a handout
To revive us again.
Oh, why don't you save all the money you earn?
If I didn't eat, I'd have money to burn.
Whenever I get all the money I earn,
The boss will be broke, and to work he must turn.

Oh, I like my boss, he's a good friend of mine,
That's why I am starving out on the breadline.

When springtime it comes, oh, won't we have fun;
We'll throw off our jobs, and go on the bum.

ADDITIONAL AND ALTERNATE VERSES:
I can't buy a job 'cause I ain't got the dough,
So I ride in a boxcar 'cause I'm a hobo.
I went to a bar and I asked for a drink,
They gave me a glass and they showed me the sink.

ADDITIONAL VERSES FROM CARL SANDBURG
I went to a house,
And I knocked on the door;
A lady came out, says,
"You been here before."
I went to a house,
And I asked for a piece of bread;
A lady came out, says,
"The baker is dead."
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Post 17 May 2004, 16:20
Which Side Are You Onby Natalie Merchant
Come all you good workers
good news to you I’ll tell
of how the good old union
has come in here to dwell

which side are you on boys?
which side are you on?

my daddy was a miner
he’s now in the air and sun
he’ll be with you fellow workers
until the battle’s won

which side are you on boys?
which side are you on?

they say in Harlan County
there are no neutrals there
you’ll either be a union man
or a thug for J. H. Claire

which side are you on boys?
which side are you on?

oh workers can you stand it?
oh tell me how you can
will you be a lousy scab
or will you be a man?

which side are you on boys?
which side are you on?

don’t scab for the bosses
don’t listen to their lies
poor folks ain’t got a chance
unless they organize

which side are you on boys?
which side are you on?

The Ballad of Springhill
In the town of Springhill Nova Scotia
Deep in the heart of the Cumberland Mine
There's blood on the coal and the miners lie
In roads that never saw sun nor sky
Roads that never saw sun nor sky

In the town of Springhill you don't sleep easy
Often the earth would tremble and roll
When the earth is restless miners die
Bone and blood is the price of coal
Bone and blood is the price of coal

In the town of Springhill Nova Scotia
Late in the year of 58
The day still comes and the sun still shines
But it's dark as the grave in the Cumberland Mine
Dark as the grave in the Cumberland Mine

Down at the coal face miners working
Rattle of the belts and the cutter blades
Then a rumble of rock and the walls close round
Living and the dead men two miles down
Living and the dead men two miles down

Twelve men lay two miles from the pitshaft
Twelve men lay in the dark and sang
Long hot days in the miner's tomb
It was three foot wide by a hundred long
Three foot wide by a hundred long

Three days passed and the lights gave out
When the leading man got up and said
There's no more water nor light nor bread
So we'll live on songs of hope instead
Live on songs of hope instead

Listen for the shouts of the bareface miners
Listen through the rubble for the rescue team
Six hundred feet of coal and slag
Hope imprisoned in a three-foot seam
Hope imprisoned in a three-foot seam

Eight days passed and some were rescued
Leaving the rest to die alone
Through all their lives they dug a grave
Two miles of earth for a marking stone
Two miles of earth for a marking stone
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Post 17 May 2004, 18:42
okay I've translated one song so far.

Der Står en Lærling

Der står en lærling ved maskinen
There is an apprentice by the machine
han arbejde for sin mester
he works for his master
han lave bolte hele dagen
he makes bolts all day long
det gør han 24 kroner for
he does this for 5 dollars a day
mester sidder i kontoret
master sits in the office
og skriver små tal i en bog
and writes small numbers in a book
tjene 336 om dagen til sig selv
earns 67.50 dollars a day for himself

der står en lærling ved maskinen
there is an apprentice by the machine
og tænker på at rejse bort
and thinks about leaving
forstår ikke uret og forskel mellem menneske
doesn’t understand wrong, and difference between people
ønske sig bare at væk
just wants to be gone
mester sidden ind og bag ruden
master sits in behind the desk
og skrive små tal i en bog
and writes small numbers in a book
så smiler han når lærling sig det
so he smiles when the apprentice says it
og står, han bliver smidt
and then he is fired

der står en lærling ved maskine
there is an apprentice by the machine
han arbejder for sin mester
he works for his master
efter sin fyraften sifer han til sin makker
after the ”guy’s night” he says to his buddies
vi må gøre noget
we gotta do something





I wrote this in word originally. so the english lines were in Itallics. now I am far too lazy to even try that. so just make do with this.
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Post 17 May 2004, 23:42
Eve of Destruction:

The Eastern World
It is explodin'
Violence flarin'
Bullets loadin'
You're old enough to kill
But not for votin'
You don't believe in war
But what's that gun you're totin'
And even the Jordan River has bodies floatin'


But you tell me over, and over, and over again my friend
Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction


Don't you understand what I'm tryin' to say
And can't you feel the fears I'm feelin' today
If the button is pushed, there's no runnin' away
There'll be no one to save
With the whole world in a grave
Take a look around you boy,
It's bound to scare you boy


And you tell me over, and over, and over again my friend
Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction


Yeah, my blood's so mad
Feels like coagulatin'
I'm sittin' here, just contemplatin'
I can't twist the truth
It knows no regulation
Handful of senators don't pass legislation
And marches alone can't bring integration
When human respect is disintegratin'
This whole crazy world
Is just too frustratin'


And you tell me over, and over, and over again my friend
Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction


And think of all the hate there is in Red China
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama
Ah you may leave here for four days in space
But when you return it's the same old place
The poundin' of the drums
The pride and disgrace
You can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace
Hate your next door neighbor, but don't forget to say grace


But you tell me over, and over, and over, and over again my friend
You don't believe we're on the eve of destruction
No, no, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction


yeah I know I am spamming this. but I get so passionate about music.
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Post 19 May 2004, 22:09
a beautiful song...

Joe Hill

I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,
alive as you and me,
Says I "But Joe, you're ten years dead"
"I never died" said he,
"I never died" said he,

"The Copper Bosses killed you Joe,
they shot you Joe" says I,
"Takes more than guns to kill a man"
Says Joe "I didn't die"
Says Joe "I didn't die"

And standing there as big as life
and smiling with his eyes,
Says Joe "What they can never kill
went on to organize,
went on to organize"

From San Diego up to Maine,
in every mine and mill,
where working-men defend there rights,
it's there you find Joe Hill,
it's there you find Joe Hill!

I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,
alive as you and me,
Says I "But Joe, you're ten years dead"
"I never died" said he,
"I never died" said he,

another personal favorite...

The Red Flag
The people's flag is deepest red
It shrouded oft our martyred dead
And ere their limbs grew stiff and cold
Their hearts' blood dyed to every fold

Chorus:
Then raise the scarlet standard high
Beneath its folds we'll live and die
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer
We'll keep the red flag flying here

It waved above our infant might
When all ahead seemed dark as night
It witnessed many a deed and vow
We must not change its colour now

Chorus

It well recalls the triumphs past
It gives the hope of peace at last
The banner bright, the symbol plain
Of human right and human gain

Chorus

It suits today the meek and base
Whose minds are fixed on pelf and place
To cringe beneath the rich man's frown
And haul that sacred emblem down

Chorus

With heads uncovered swear we all
To bare it onward till we fall
Come dungeons dark or gallows grim
This song shall be our parting hymn

Chorus
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Post 19 May 2004, 22:52
okay another song, this is Krig og Fred (War and Peace) by Shu Bi Dua, they are a danish protest band, been around for a long time. if you can, download this song, it sounds pretty good.

Krig og Fred War and Peace
Det' ikke alle og enhver, der ka' blive funktionær,
it's not just anyone, who can become a functionary
men Madsen sidder i banken
but Madsen sits in the bank
han er første kasserer, hva' vil man egentlig mer'
he is the first casheir, what he wants is more
ovenpå pengetanken.
on top of the thought of money

"Madsen, Madsen stjæl af kassen
Madsen, Madsen steal from the cash register
ellers bli'r du aldrig fri,
or else you will never be free
glid fra konen, glem pensionen,
leave the wife, forget the retirement fund
lav et simpelt tyveri".
just do some petty theft

Det kogte inde i hans hjerne
it baked in his brain
hans øjne blev blanke og hans tanke fjern
his eyes became blank, and his thoughts removed
Krig og fred, kærlighed, kokosnødder og kildevand
war and peace, love, coconuts and bottled water
tropesol, liggestol, lumumba i det varme sand.
tropical sun, lawn chairs in the warm sand

Da næste morgen kom var Madsens kasse tom
when next morning came was Mads' cash register empty
han havde skudt papegøjen
he had shot the parrot
og nu var han rig og fløj med DC 10
and now he was rich and flew with DC 10
han var blevet forfløjen.
he has become a fugitive

"Madsen, Madsen gi' den gassen
Madsen Madsen, put the pedal to the metal
Interpol er efter dig
Interpol is after you
pas på ryggen, lev i skyggen
watch your back, live in the shadow
selvom du bli'r meget bleg".
even though you'll become very pale

Men han var bare ligeglad
but he just didn't care
for der var masser af sjusser og masser af mad og
for there was lots of fun and lots of food and
Krig og fred, kærlighed, kokosnødder og kildevand
war and peace, love, coconuts, and bottled water
tropesol, liggestol, lumumba i det varme sand.
tropical sun, lawn chairs, lumumba in the warm sand

Ved det krystalblå vand, sidder der en mand
by the crystal blue water, there sits a man
med tropehjelm og gamacher,
with a tropical hat and golaches
så kommer politiet, tre sorte og en hvid
then comes the police, three black and a white
forklædt med falske moustacher
dressed with fake mustaches

Madsen, Madsen stjal af kassen
Madsen Madsen stole from the cash register
hjemme i sin fødeby,
home in his hometown
her er en vitation fra Assens
here is a warrant from Assens (a town)
og fra Villa Gitterly.
and from Villa Gitterly

Nu sidder Madsen i Assens og tænker,
Madsen in Assens is now sitting and thinking
for tanker kan ikke lægges i lænker
for thoughts can't be put in chains
Krig og fred, kærlighed, kokosnødder og kildevand
war and peace, love, coconuts, and bottled water
tropesol, liggestol, lumumba i det varme sand.
tropical sun, lawn chairs, lumumba in the warm sand

Krig og fred, kærlighed, kokosnødder og kildevand
tropesol, liggestol, lumumba i det varme sand.
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Post 19 May 2004, 22:52
EVIL MARCH OF BAD MAD RED RUSSIAN COMMIES
(written by me, i.e. interrupt_00h)

We aren't afraid of capitalist might -
Heroic communists are ready for a good fight!
We want flawless victory and nothing less,
All who stand in our way will be punished by death!

America is something we love to hate;
Americans can run, but for them it's too late!

America is proud of its might,
And seems nobody else dares to fight.
But we are proud troopers of Red Light
And we shall show yankees who is right!

Let's bury our enemies, my friend.
Start your tank and be ready for end!

Mighty Stalin calls us to battle,
And we fight as soldiers, not wait as human cattle.
We saw Death, we know who she is.
We'd better die standing than live on knees!

MiGs are prepared and ready for flight.
We will win because we are right!

Our cause is just and we shall prevail,
So stop talking about this capitalist tale.
No matter how powerful our enemies are.
Are you with us? Ten times DA!

Tanks are ready, and patience grows thin.
Either we DIE, either we WIN!

We have a destiny to fullfil -
It is capitalists whom we need to kill.
We remember Stalin's lessons well
And we'll send America to the pits of hell!

Capitalist will not defile our May Day date,
We will win this war for it is our fate!

Humans all are the material beings,
And religion is just opium for stupid brains;
All this stuff about God is a rotten atavism.
We'll re-crucify Christ! Go Communism!

We'll make heavens look simple and right -
By conquering the planet with Soviet might!

Ends justify the means, examine what you doing:
Slaughter, maim and kill - stop talk and get moving!
We will do what we must, we will done what we can;
We didn't born as a soldiers, but we die as them!

Capitalist decay and degration persists,
But it will not win through when Communism exists!

When we step on U.S. soil, America will cry,
Because capitalist scum will inevitably die;
And for enemies of people like Lech Valesa,
We'll re-construct Buchenwald and Osventsim!

Never trust what capitalist says -
Victory of Communism is a matter of days!


PS: Sorri for my Englisch

PPS: Here's quote, added by Vassily Rukov, who was famous in this forums:
Stalin! Arise from your grave!
Stalin! We have capitalists to enslave!
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Post 22 May 2004, 16:28
okay, I promise, this is my last contribution. these are songs by a communist band from the 70's called Røde Mor (red mom)

Okay, Røde Mor was one of the leading Danish Communist/Protest bands. there lyrics are pretty genius. and they were pretty popular in their heyday, and are still remembered. first is the international in Danish. I won’t translate it because you can find the English version on this site already.

INTERNATIONALE

Rejs jer fordømte her på jorden,
rejs dig, du sultens slavehær!
I rettens krater buldrer torden,
nu er det sidste udbrud nær!
Bryd kun fortids møre mur i stykker,
slaveskare, der er kaldt;
snart verdens grundvold sig forrykker,
fra intet da vi bliver alt!
VÃ¥gn til kamp af jer dvale
til den allersidste dyst;
og Internationale
slår bro fra kyst til kyst.

Ej nogen mægtig gud og kejser
og folkehøvding står os bi.
Nej, selv til kampen vi os rejser,
vor folkeret forlanger vi.
For at knuse tyvene, vi føder,
for at fri vor bundne ånd
vi puste vil til essens gløder
og smede med en senet hånd.
VÃ¥gn til kamp af jer dvale ....

Vi knuges under stat og love,
vi flås af skattens skarpe klo.
Og pligtfri kan den rige sove,
vor ret kan ingen steder gro.
Lad os kaste åget af vor nakke!
Lighed fordrer: pligt for ret!
Med pligterne vi tog til takke,
nu tager vi vor løn for det.
VÃ¥gn til kamp af jer dvale ....

Ved ofringen til Mammons ære
har guldets konger aldrig haft
et andet mål end det: at tære
på proletarens arbejdskraft.
Denne bande ved vor slid og plage
til en mægtig rigdom kom;
og når vi fordrer den tilbage,
forlanger vi vor ejendom.
VÃ¥gn til kamp af jer dvale ....

Med krigsbegejstring de os fylder,
de konger, før vi skal i slag.
Men voldens herrer væk vi skyller
på masse-mytteriets dag.
Bær da strejke-ånden ind i hæren!
Og på næste krigs signal
vi siger nej til "helte"-æren
og skyder hærens general!
VÃ¥gn til kamp af jer dvale ....

Arbejdere i stad, på landet,
en gang skal verden blive vor.
Den dovne snylter skal forbandet
forjages fra den rige jord.
Mange gribbe på vort blod sig mætter;
lad os jage dem på flugt.
Vor kamp en herlig tid forjætter,
hvor solen altid stråler smukt.
VÃ¥gn til kamp af jer dvale
til den allersidste dyst;
og Internationale
slår bro fra kyst til kyst.
Dansk gendigtning ved Hans Laursen ( 5 vers ved Carl Heinrich Petersen).
Melodi: russisk studentersang af ukendt oprindelse.

SANSELØS? (Senseless)
Finn Sørensen /Michael Boesen
Reklameindustrien prøver at opbygge myten om velfærdsmennesket, der køber sig smuk, glad og selvsikker. Velfærdsmyten tilslører den klassekamp, som foregår mellem udbyttere og udbyttede på alle livets områder.
(The Commercial industry is trying to build up the myth about the welfare person, who can purchase, beauty, happiness, and confidence. The Welfare myth reveals the class struggle, that happens between the Exploiter and the Exploited in all of life’s areas.)

Hva ka man høre efter så mange år blandt maskiner?
(what can you hear after so many years among machines?)
Hva kan man høre når ustandslig maskinerne hviner?
(What can you hear when the unstoppable machine whine?)
Musik fra en koncert hvor man aldrig gik
(Music from a concert that you never went to.)
Klapsalver som man aldrig fik
(Claps on the back that you never got)
Og en kimen for øret når man ser de andre griner
(and a chime for the ear when you see the others laugh)
Hva ka man lugte med en næse hvor svedhørmen kradser?
(what can you smell with a nose where infection rages?)
Hva ka man lugte når man gisper blandt giftige gasser?
(What can you smell, when you sniff among poisonous gasses?)
En årgangsvin man aldrig drak
(Wine from a year that you never drank)
Orkideer man aldrig forærede væk
(Orchids you never could remove)
Og de fine damer i bussen rykker to pladser
(and the fine ladies on the bus, scoot over two places)
Hva ka man føle med fingre så stive og hårde?
(What can you feel with fingers so stiff and hard?)
Hva ka man føle med hænder så krumme og hårde?
(What can you feel with hands so worn and hard?)
Silke man aldrig havde på
(Silk you never wore)
Fejlfri hud man aldrig ku nå
(Spotless skin you never could achieve)
Og slidte furer i et fjæs uden en eneste tåre
(And dirty trenches in a face without a single tear)
Hva ka man se med kulstøv i sine øjne?
(What can you see with coal dust in your eyes?)
Hva ka man se med øjne der blinker så nøgne?
(What can you see with eyes that blink so naked?)
Kridhvidt sand hvor man aldrig ble brun
(Chalkwhite sand where you never became brown)
En marmorpejs hvor man aldrig ble lun
(A marble floor where you never could rest)
Og alle de glatte reklamers grinende løgne
(and all the smooth commercials laughing lies)

ARBEJDSKRAFT TIL SALG (Workforce for Sale)
Troels Trier

I det borgerlige samfund er arbejdet en vare som forhandles som enhver anden vare. Dette medfører, at man med jævne mellemrum kommer i den ydmygende situation at skulle sælge sig selv på arbejdsmarkedet.
(In the bourgeois society labor is a commodity that is traded for any other commodity. This shows, that one with even spaces comes in the humiliating situation that one should sell themselves on the work market.)
Der er dét i dine øjne, jeg har set så tit
(There it is in your eyes, I have seen so often)
Du ser på mig og du smiler blidt
(You look at me, and you smile warmly)
Ja, se på mig og træf dit valg
(yes, look at me and make your decision)
Jeg er arbejdskraft til salg, arbejdskraft til salg
(I am workforce for sale, workforce for sale)
Du ser på mig og tænker dit
(You look at me, and think yours)
Profit - profit - profit – profit
(profit – profit – profit –profit )
Jeg har ventet uden for døren, jeg har ventet siden ét
(I have waited outside the door, I have waited since one)
Jeg trækker maven ind, jeg er sammenbidt
(I suck my stomach in, I am desperate)
Sidder håret som det skal?
(Is my hair the way it should be?)
Jeg er arbejdskraft til salg, arbejdskraft til salg
(I am workforce for sale, workforce for sale)
Du ser på mig og tænker dit
(you look at me and think yours)
Profit - profit - profit - profit
Se min arm er hård granit
(Look my arm is hard like granite)
Musklerne er ladet med hård dynamit
(The muscles are sown with hard dynamite)
Prøv at se mit kondital
(Look at my condition)
Jeg er arbejdskraft til salg, arbejdskraft til salg
(I am workforce for sale, workforce for sale)
Du ser på mig og tænker dit
(you look at me and think yours)
Profit - profit - profit - profit
Egentlig har jeg det tem'lig skidt
(Actually I feel like a pile of shit)
Jeg har ondt i ho'det, min ryg er slidt
(My head hurts, and my back is busted)
Men en arbejdsmand har intet valg
(but one laborer has no choice)
Han har kun sin arbejdskraft til salg
(He only has his workforce for sale)
Jeg ser på dig og jeg tænker mit
(I look at you and I think mine)
Gid det system må gå fallit, fallit
(I wish the system would collapse, collapse)

TA HVA DER ER DIT (take that which is yours)
Troels Trier
Mao Tse-tung: "Folket og folket alene er drivkraften i verdenshistorien"
Mao Tse-tung: ”The people, and the people alone, are the driving force in world history”
Hvem står bag produktionen?
(Who is behind the production?)
Det gør vi - det gør vi
(we are, we are)
Hvem lægger bunden i nationen?
(Who is the base of the nation?)
Det gør vi - det gør vi
(we are, we are)
Hvem bestemmer hva vi ska? - Ikke vi
(Who decides what we can do? we don’t)
Hvem dirigerer hva vi ska? - Ikke vi
(who directs what we can do? we don’t)

:/: Ta - ta- ta - ta hva der er dit
Ta hva der er dit :/:
(take that which is yours)
Hvem lægger ryg til ekspansionen
(Who puts their necks out, for expansion)
Det gør vi - det gør vi
(we do, we do)
Hvem skaber velfærdseksplosionen
(Who creates the welfare explosion?)
Det gør vi - det gør vi
(we do, we do)
Hvem får værdierne vi har skabt? - Ikke vi
(Who gets the values which we have created? we don’t)
Hvem tjener på vores arbejdskraft? - Ikke vi
(Who wins from our labor? we don’t)

:/: Ta - ta- ta - ta hva der er dit
Ta hva der er dit :/:
Hvem bekæmper reaktionen?
(Who fights the reaction?)
Det gør vi - det gør vi
(we do, we do)
Hvem prikker hul på traditionen?
(Who pokes holes in tradition?)
Det gør vi - det gør vi
(We do, we do)
Hvem er bange for de grimme proletarer? - Ikke vi
(who is afraid of the ugly proletarian? we aren’t)
Hvem skal gå med røven bar? - Ikke vi
(who must go with bare asses? – not us)

:/: Ta - ta- ta - ta hva der er dit
Ta hva der er dit :/:

ARBEJDSLØSHEDSSANG (the unemployment song)
Niels Brunse/Henrik Strube

Politikerne taler meget om at bekæmpe arbejdsløsheden og krisen. Men økonomiske kriser er et uundgåeligt træk ved den kapitalistiske produktionsmåde.
(The politicians talk a lot about fighting unemployment and the crisis. But economic crises are an unavoidable characteristic of the capitalist mode of production.)
Nu er de gode tider ikke mer så gode;
(now the good times are no longer so good)
det er svært at få det til at løbe rundt.
(it’s hard to get things to go around)
Men sir til os: hvis vi nu ska komme på fode,
(but say to us, if we now shall come onto our feet)
er lidt arbejdsløshed faktisk ganske sundt.
(a little unemployment builds a little character)

Hvem er skyld i krisen?
(who’s to blame for the crisis?)
Ikke vi!
(Not us!)
Hvem betaler prisen?
(Who pays the price?)
Det gør vi!
(We do!)
Ska vi finde os i den slags? Nej!
(Should we accept this situation? No!)
Gu ska vi ej!
(No fragging way!)
Direktøren sir til mig, nervøs og svedig:
(The Manager says to me, nervous and sweaty:
den er gal, nu må vi til at skære ned!
(it’s all going wrong, now we will have to cut down)
Fra i overmorgen der må du gå ledig
(from the day after tomorrow, you are unemployed)
for min profit kan ikke følge med!
(for my profit can’t keep up!)
Hvem er skyld i -
(who is to blame?)
Slut med al den snak om "velfærdseksplosionen"!
(End all this talk about the ’Welfare Explosoin’ !) (a thing unique to denmark I believe)
Det er tid at vågne op af vores døs.
(It’s time to wake up from our slumber)
Vi får ikke has på krisen, inflationen,
(We won’t hurt the crisis, the inflation)
før vi gør kapitalismen arbejdsløs!
(before we make capitalism unemployed!)

Hvem er skyld i
(who is to blame?)

LIL' JOHNNY's MUND (Lil’ Johnny’s Mouth)
Troels Trier
Lufthavnens arme fanger flyverne ind
(The airport’s arms catch the planes)
de trætte fugle vender hjem
(the tired birds return home)
Lil' Johnny's mor står i den kolde vind
(Lil Johnny’s mom stands in the cold wind)
Lil' Johnny's mor hun venter på sin dreng
(Lil Johnny’s mom, she waits for her boy)

Lad ' Lil´Johnny gå, for Johnny er guld
(Let lil Johnny go, for Johnny is gold)
Lil' Johnny ligger for din fod
(Lil Jonny lies by your foot)
Lad Johnny gå, for Johnny er guld
(Let Johnny go, for Johnny is gold)
Lil' Johnny's mund er fuld af blod
(Lil Johnny’s mouth is full of blood)
Sølv i himlen, sølv i himlens blå
(Silver in heaven, silver in heaven’s blue)
mors lille Johnny er ombord
(Mom’s little Johnny is on board)
Maskinen lander, lander så tungt
(The machine lands, lands so heavily)
maskinen lander tungt på hjemmets jord
(the machine lands so heavily on it’s home soil)
Lad Lil' Johnny gå.....
(let lil Johnny go…)
Jetmotoren standser, vinden er så kold
(the jetmotor stops, the wind is so cold)
terminalens lyde er af stål
(the terminals sound is made of steel)

Fra lugerne lodser de kisterne ud
(from the luge falls the coffins out)
mors lille Johnny går i mål
(mother’s lil Johnny is speechless)

Lad Lil' Johnny gå...
De plukker dig fra træet, plukker dig som frugt
(they pluck you from the tree, pluck you like fruit)
hænger dig i vinden som en fugl
(hang you in the wind like a bird)
De skyder, mens du løber, skyder dig i flugt
(they shoot, while you run, shoot you escaping)
skyder mens du løber mod dit skjul
(shoot while you run towards your hiding place)

Lad Lil' Johnny gå...


JOHNNY VENDER HJEM FRA KRIG (Johnny returns home from war)
Troels Trier

Johnny vender hjem fra krig
(Johnny returns home from war)
Johnny ser sit hjemlands kyst
(Johnny sees his motherland’s coast)
Johnny vender hjem
(Johnny returns home)
Han har medaljer på sit bryst
(he has medals on his chest)
Johnny står på kajen
(Johnny stands on the dock)
Johnny kigger, kigger efter mor
(Johnny looks, looks for his mom)
Johnny står på kajen
(Johnny stands on the dock)
Kajen er så stor
(the dock is so big)
Mor kommer mod ham
(Mom comes towards him)
Johnnys mor hun stråler som en sol
(Johnny’s mom, she beams like a sun)
Mor kommer mod ham
(Mom comes towards him)
Hun kører i en rullestol
(she rolls in a wheelchair)
Mor siger Johnny
(Mom says, Johnny)
hvor er dine dejlige lange ben
(where are your nice long legs?)
Trafikken tog dem Johnny
(the trafic got them Johnny)
de blev knust mod gadens sten
(they were crushed against the street’s stone)
Mor, siger Johnny
(Mom, says Johnny)
sig mig hvor er far
(tell me where dad is)
Far er på hospitalet
(dad is in the hospital)
han fik kræft af sin cigar
(he got cancer from his cigar)
Sig mig, hvor er min søster
(tell me, where is my sister)
som arbejded på fabrikken
(who worked in the factory)

Din søster er brudt sammen
(your sister had a break down)
Hun er indlagt på klinikken
(she’s committed in a clinic)
Mor jeg har ført de stores krig
(Mom, I have lead the Great’s war)
og hvem er blevet ramt- det er dig
(and who has been hit- it’s you)

Mor jeg vender bøtten om
(Mom, I turn my back)
Jeg vender mit gevær den anden vej
(I turn my rifle the other way)

Mor jeg går i krig igen
(Mom I’m going to war again)
Nu er det de store som skal få
(Now it’s the Greats, who will get some)


De skal få den samme tur
(They shall have their turn)
som de har fået mig til at gi de små
(that which they forced me to give to the small)
Mor jeg går i krig igen
(Mom I’m go to war again)
Johnny sender mor det sidste blik
(Johnny sends mom the last glance)

Min krig var slem
(my war was bad)
men din var værre endnu
(but yours was even worse)

Mor jeg har bestemt mig om
(Mom I changed my mind)
Mor jeg vil gøre krigen om
(Mom I will change the war)
Her er medaljen som jeg fik!
(here is the medal that I got!)
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Fitzy wrote:
Yes, because I am poisoning them. They are my children.
Yex
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Defected to the U.S.S.R.: 18 Jun 2004, 06:36
Komsomol
Post 28 May 2004, 23:32
You forgot Bob Dylan!
The Times They Are A-Changin' Lyrics

Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway
Don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
Ans the battle outside, ragin'
Will soon shake your windows
And a rattle your walls
Oh the times, they are a-changin'.

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don't criticize
What you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin'
Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'.

The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin'
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'.

Heres a John Lennon song I like (he rocks!):

Power To The People
John Lennon

Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on

Say you want a revolution
We better get on right away
Well get up on your feet
And into the street

Singing power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on

A million workers working for nothing
You better give 'em what they really own
Were gonna to put you down
When we come into town

Singing power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on

I'm gonna ask you comrade and brother
How do you treat your own woman back home
She got to be herself
So she can free herself

Singing power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on

Oh well, power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on, etc.
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Defected to the U.S.S.R.: 18 Jun 2004, 06:36
Komsomol
Post 01 Jun 2004, 23:10
By the way, for Joe Hill lyrics (and some recordings by Utah Phillips) check out http://www.pbs.org/joehill/
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Defected to the U.S.S.R.: 03 Apr 2004, 12:16
Party Member
Post 03 Jun 2004, 12:21
im still singing along to the bar kays.........................
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one of the finest (and on going) motorbikes in russian history.
<- not a ural but a dnepr
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Defected to the U.S.S.R.: 18 Jun 2004, 06:36
Komsomol
Post 29 Jun 2004, 22:30
The "Nutopian International Anthem" is 6 seconds of Silence.

Quote:

Declaration of Nutopia

April 1st, 1973

"We announce the birth of a conceptual country, Nutopia. Citizenship of the country can be obtained by declaration of your awarness of Nutopia. Nutopia has no land, no boundries, no passports, only people. Nutopia has no laws other than cosmic. All people of Nutopia are ambassadors of the country. As two ambassadors of Nutopia, we ask for diplomatic immunity and recognition in the United Nations of our country and its people."

- John Lennon & Yoko Ono
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Defected to the U.S.S.R.: 01 May 2004, 02:35
Pioneer
Post 30 Jun 2004, 22:32
"Peoples' Liberation Music" (which from the lyrics seem quite closely affiliated with the English Marxist-Leninist movement).

http://www.musicnow.co.uk/plm/index.html

Here's a slideshow with music.
http://www.musicnow.co.uk/plm/slidesh/c ... efault.htm
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Defected to the U.S.S.R.: 04 Aug 2004, 16:42
Party Member
Post 01 Jul 2004, 01:14
The Internationale, In Spanish

Versión del Partido Comunista-Communist Party Version

¡Arriba, parias de la Tierra!
¡En pie, famélica legión!
Atruena la razón en marcha:
es el fin de la opresión.

Del pasado hay que hacer añicos.
¡Legión esclava en pie a vencer!
El mundo va a cambiar de base.
Los nada de hoy todo han de ser.

Agrupémonos todos,
en la lucha final.
El género humano
es la internacional.

Agrupémonos todos,
en la lucha final.
El género humano
es la internacional.

Ni en dioses, reyes ni tribunos,
está el supremo salvador.
Nosotros mismos realicemos
el esfuerzo redentor.

Para hacer que el tirano caiga
y el mundo siervo liberar,
soplemos la potente fragua
que el hombre libre ha de forjar.

Agrupémonos todos,
en la lucha final.
El género humano
es la internacional.

Agrupémonos todos,
en la lucha final.
El género humano
es la internacional.

La ley nos burla y el Estado
oprime y sangra al productor;
nos da derechos irrisorios
no hay deberes del señor.

Basta ya de tutela odiosa,
que la igualdad ley ha de ser:
"No más deberes sin derechos,
ningún derecho sin deber".

Agrupémonos todos,
en la lucha final.
El género humano
es la internacional.

Agrupémonos todos,
en la lucha final.
El género humano
es la internacional.


Versión del Partido Socialista-Socialist Party Version

Arriba los pobres del mundo
En pie los esclavos sin pan
alcémonos todos al grito:
Viva la Internacional!

Removamos todas las trabas
que oprimen al proletario,
cambiemos el mundo de base
hundiendo al imperio burgués

Agrupémonos todos
en la lucha final
y se alzan los pueblos
por la Internacional

Agrupémonos todos
en la lucha final
Y se alzan los pueblos, con valor
por la Internacional

El dia que el triunfo alcancemos
ni esclavos ni dueños habrá
los odios que al mundo envenenan
al punto se extinguirán

El hombre del hombre es hermano
derechos iguales tendrán
la Tierra será el paraíso,
la patria de la humanidad

Agrupémonos todos
en la lucha final
Y se alzan los pueblos
por la Internacional

Agrupémonos todos
en la lucha final
Y se alzan los pueblos, con valor
por la Internacional
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Defected to the U.S.S.R.: 18 Jun 2004, 06:36
Komsomol
Post 10 Jul 2004, 23:54
What a Wonderful World

By George Weiss / Bob Thiele
Popularized, of course, by Louis Armstrong.
I think its got some communistic themes, and anyway, its a great song.

I heard a version of it with this spoken Intro by Louis:

Some of you young folks been sayin' to me,
"Hey pops! What do you mean, 'what a wonderful world'? How 'bout all them wars all over the place? You call them wonderful, hm? And how about hunger, and polution? They ain't so wonderful either". But how about listenin to old pops for a minute? Seems to me, It ain't the world thats so bad, But what we're doin' to it; and all I'm sayin is, see what a wonderful world it would be, if only we'd give it a chance. Love, baby, Love. That's the secret. Yeah... If lots more of us loved each other, we'd solve lots more problems. And man, this world would be better. That's why old pops keeps sayin':

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

The colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shakin' hands, sayin' "How do you do?"
They're really saying "I love you"

I hear babies cryin', I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll ever know
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
Yes, I think to myself, what a wonderful world
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Defected to the U.S.S.R.: 18 Jun 2004, 06:36
Komsomol
Post 13 Jul 2004, 00:11
Here's a Styx song that I've always liked due to its Anti-Capitalist themes:

The Grand Illusion

Written by dennis deyoung
Lead vocals by dennis deyoung

Welcome to the grand illusion
Come on in and see what’s happening
Pay the price, get your tickets for the show
The stage is set, the band starts playing
Suddenly your heart is pounding
Wishing secretly you were a star.

But don’t be fooled by the radio
The tv or the magazines;
They show you photographs of how your life should be
But they’re just someone else’s fantasy...

So if you think your life is complete confusion
Because you never win the game
Just remember that it’s a grand illusion
And deep inside we’re all the same.
We’re all the same...

So if you think your life is complete confusion
Because your neighbors got it made
Just remember that it’s a grand illusion
And deep inside we’re all the same.
We’re all the same...

America spells competition, join us in our blind ambition
Get yourself a brand new motor car!

But Someday soon we’ll stop to ponder what on earth’s this spell we’re under
We made the grade and still we wonder who the hell we are
Soviet cogitations: 110
Defected to the U.S.S.R.: 18 Jul 2004, 12:42
Pioneer
Post 18 Jul 2004, 13:20
Manic Street Preachers - Masses Against the Classes
Hello it's us again
We're still so in love with you
And yes we mean it too
Yes we're so in love with you

Hello it's us again
You thought you were our friends
Success is an ugly word
Especially in your tiny world

The masses against the classes
I'm tired of giving a reason
When the future is what we believe in
We love the winter, it brings us closer together

So can you hurt us any more
Can you feel like it was before
Or are you lost for evermore
Messed up and dead on alcohol

Hello fond farewell my dear
I hope you hear this nice and clear
Our love is unconditional
Our hate is yours to feed upon

The masses against the classes
I'm tired of giving a reason
When we're the only thing left to believe in
We love the winter, it brings us closer together

The masses against the classes
I'm tired of giving a reason
When the future is what we believe in
We love the winter, it brings us closer together

A SLAVE BEGINS BY DEMANDING JUSTICE, AND ENDS BY WANTING TO WEAR A CROWN...

If You Tolerate This Your Children Will be Next
The future teaches you to be alone
The present to be afraid and cold
So if I can shoot rabbits
Then I can shoot fascists

Bullets for your brain today
But we'll forget it all again
Monuments put from pen to paper
Turns me into a gutless wonder

And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
Will be next
Will be next
Will be next

Gravity keeps my head down
Or is it maybe shame
At being so young and being so vain

Holes in your head today
But I'm a pacifist
I've walked La Ramblas
But not with real intent

And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
Will be next
Will be next
Will be next
Will be next

And on the street tonight an old man plays
With newspaper cuttings of his glory days

And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
Will be next
Will be next
Will be next
Welcome to the North...

(PS... I'm not Scottish...ish.)
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