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Union City Breath

by Crazy Arm

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1.
A black scab grows where you bite But I’ll bring your hiding place to light Your father’s envy and conceit Your secret tyrant-appetite I’d be a pillar saint not a whirlpool of revenge Thus spoke the more uncommon sense Good and evil, rich and poor Mean and noble, born to war Free me from this vengeful hour Free me from this holy fire Again it drives me to mankind It drives the hammer to the stone What are the gods to me now, dust on statues long gone A body rotten with disease I’d be a pillar saint not a whirlpool of revenge Thus spoke the more uncommon sense I would travel long and far just to get to where you are I’d be a pillar saint not a whirlpool of revenge
2.
Bandalito 02:57
You had a dream of a selfdom, of glory That seldom did blossom and never endured You can rest easy, so safe in the knowledge That nobody thinks they're in touch with the world You were in love with the beautiful women Whose mouths you would come in, whose lives you admired You were reborn and the answers came gushing But no-one was listening, we were busy and tired You found a reason and gave up excuses We all have our uses to somebody else You found a vision to veil the confusion Don't offer salvation, it's bad for your health You found religion, that scaly curmudgeon Who left all decisions to higher decree You found a home in the sadness, alone With the madness of dim lights and readers' disease Not much I know, that much I know Between the black and blinding white A shade of grey gives me the blues What doesn't kill us hurts us still Between the red and verdant green An amber screen needs me to choose What doesn't kill us never will I refuse to share bread with you If you have not got yourself through At least one storm, that much I know Bandalito
3.
I don’t wanna live in a fucked up world Where morality is lost to the laws of hate Where the making of a woman is her lack of shame The making of a man is his lack of guilt Who gets buried and who gets, to walk under the sun There’s just not enough, opportunity for everyone Who gets murdered and who gets, a medal on the chest There’s no compensation, for our lack of trust Who gets money who gets none, to spend under the sun From the firstborn to the last, there’s enough for everyone But they’ll have you crawl through glass to merit your rewards Divided by design, and designed to keep us all blind, and alone When the blood has all been spilt, we’ll take a look around And wonder how we got, to dominate this ground In the arrogance of power, evil casts a spell Now we're shattered by deceit, left to fend for ourselves, all alone Come with me, won't you Walk with me, won't you I'm studying the footprints of, all my ancestors Searching for the answers to, all my questions, I'm Walking in the footsteps of, all my ancestors Looking for an escape from, all these animals Tribal disconnection is the new infection Tribal disconnection Come with me, won't you Walk with me
4.
Forgive me Father For I have not confessed or sinned I've been reacting to the state I find myself in I've seen the garden it flows With the colour of blood I'll cup you in my warm hands When you're dying and cold The right wing never sleeps, oh no It never sleeps, oh lord And we can never sleep, oh no We never sleep, oh lord Beware the patient man's anger and behold the fire Beware the woman with nothing to lose but despair The world is bracing itself for the gathering storm Here in the half-light where things are not all that they seem Choose to fight or choose to give up your dignity Lose the fight but you will still have your dignity It’s plain to see Use the right to choose to destroy the enemy It’s plain enough to me The right wing never sleeps so nor do we
5.
Help me find the reason For my pale compassion Wind blows hard on my face No matter how hard I try Cold heartless and dry Two worlds collide Big storm's a-coming Hold me under your left-wing Silence drives the volume And there's trouble in the truth Trouble in the truth Two worlds collide Give me strength or let me go Oh oh, I'm ready to go I'm wondering and wondering I'm lying here just pondering How far will I be fit to walk How far am I prepared to see Take the high road to the old world Rosetta sings after midnight There's plenty wrong here and plenty right But I can't live in the newest world, oh no Hunted high and hunted low White wolves barking at my door Run and run, I can't run no more Got no peace in the newest world, oh no. Help me find the reason For this cold compassion
6.
Little Boats 03:33
The little crowns that weigh us down We sit inside, put on our frowns From tapestry to wedding bells We live in sin and fuck in hell The little streets that map our days The cul-de-sacs and true love ways You’re jumping kerbs and hoping for A speeding car or sinking floor The little lies and little storms The little guns that shoot us down The little boats that haul us in That walk our streets and wear our crowns Stay inside for a while, lose your pride for a while Fan the fire with hands of ire Rest your eyes tonight, morning comes we ignite Before we all learn to live and breathe again Summerskills and better schools Who would bend to break the rules I’m sitting out the last dance I’ll put it down to circumstance The little notes that mark our days The box of truth and memories When all the words come back to haunt We burn them all or make them count The little plans and little tales The little breaks that never heal The little boats that haul us in The little boats, the little boats Hand me down the antidote The burning bush and lonesome road Hand me down the antidote The burning curse and truth untold
7.
Early every year the seeds are growing Unseen, unheard, they lie beneath the ground Would you know before the leaves are showing That with weeds all your garden will abound If you close your eyes, stop your ears Shut your mouth, then how can you know? For seeds you cannot hear may not be there Seeds you cannot see may never grow In January you've still got the choice You can cut the weeds before they start to bud If you leave them to grow high they'll silence your voice And in December you may pay with your blood Every day another vulture takes flight There's another danger born every morning In the darkness of your blindness The beast will learn to bite How can you fight if you can't recognise a warning Today you may earn a living wage Tomorrow you may be on the dole Though there's millions going hungry You needn't disengage For it's them not you who's fallen in the hole It's alright for you if you run with the pack It's OK if you agree with all they do If fascism is slowly climbing back It's not here yet so what's it got to do with you The EDL are standing up for England But not an England that I want to see As an atheist I’d stand side by side with Sikhs and Muslims To deny the racists any victory Neo-nazi Nick Griffin takes a front seat And a thousand ugly boot-boys raise their hands Well I’d shoot those bastards dead Before their hatefulness is spread Nazi scumbags must never take command The BNP will never get to rule my land So close your eyes, stop your ears Shut your mouth and never dare And if it happens here they'll never come for you Because they'll know you really didn't care
8.
Picking up the pieces of a tragedy That implicates us all Life comes in, life goes out When the vultures come to town Searching for an answer in the madness of bad ideology 200 pints of blood 200 pints of blood Oh-oh-oh, please don’t go Nothing grows, down that road Oh-oh-oh, hold me close Nothing grows, down that road Not one stone to cast before the cure is found It’s agreed that you’ll need to come clean To confess on your own Not one stone to cast before this hallowed ground It’s agreed that you’ll need to come clean And come quietly alone Oh-oh-oh, tormented soul Nothing grows, down that road Oh-oh-oh, rain your blows We still know who we are All our streets are burning with the need for progress Need to carry on
9.
It tears a hole into the outer skin Throws its caution to the wind It leaves a stain upon the cotton sheets And makes a mockery of sin It thinks it's winning but I know it's beat Carves its initials on the city streets Oh, we travel like an open wound And get distracted by the pain Oh, don't worry, we'll get there in the end For the sons who need to come back home For the ones who carve their name in stone For the sons who breathe and breathe alone Take your bad ideas to kingdom come We play the songs that give us heat and light That help us ride our weathered tracks Whatever helps us to get through the night And compensates for what we lack Do I really need to spell it out That we really need to stamp it out Oh, Cervenka sing your words to me To clear the dust and cheat the misery You need to feel need to have need of low charity You need to feel need to have need of new company You need to feel need to have need of good history My weapons course these veins like rusted wire They tear me down and then they take me higher
10.
Hold your head up little boy Hold your head up little boy Walk tall Lies can't bring you down Spin it all around Hold your lover in your arms Hold so close it hurts your arms Love is all But love will bring you down Crashing to the ground Born in rebel year Raised on good cheer Somewhere, somehow we drift apart Hold your head up little girl No-one can govern your world It's alright Tears will warm your soul Let it go Hold defiance in your heart Hold so close it burns your heart One day All this pain will fade Say all you need to say Southern sands and smiles Left out on the line Southern sands and pride Left out to dry
11.
My lovin' brother, he knows my name We have each other, we're not the same My lovin' mother can't see me here She sits and wonders what I desire City wants me to be truthful Country wants me to be useful I’ll go where strong winds blow Where strong winds blow Make my stand where they don’t go Make my stand where wild things grow My lovin' neighbours lay deep inside You're welcome to stay as long as you like My lovin' partner she comes and goes It breaks my heart more than they might know Beware of the silent men Who neither sweat nor swear The lords of the old parade Who take us all to war We got a jumper but he won't die There's plenty reason to touch the sky City wants me to be truthful Country wants me to be useful I’ll go where strong winds blow Where strong winds blow
12.
Waking up sometime somewhere Don't know where I've been But I know that I've been here before Waking up sometime somewhere Don't know what I've done But I know that I've done this before And I know that I'll do this some more Fucking up someone somewhere Fucking up someone bad And I know that I've fucked you up before Fucking up someone somewhere Fucking up someone some more And I know that I've done this before And I know you're gonna even the score We don't need to know where the wicked people go When we're stricken with the charnel house blues I just feel defiled when the wicked people smile Cos I'm stricken by the charnel house blues Yeah I'm stricken by the charnel house blues Pretty wild diamond changeling Sat upon gold leaf moors At a glance you might think she's alive Settle down coastal bruiser Scuttle on out of town We're alone and we're virtually blind We're aligned, honey dew, we're aligned Silver tongue mess of emotion Losing all sense of style Move on out of your slovenly abode Trouble in Little England Trouble don't grind me down Free to run through the meadow in spring We're aligned, honey dew, and that's the thing
13.
White Canyon 03:58
So I kept my curtains closed through the summer Because the room would become too bright And I kept my thoughts to myself through the summer Because you wouldn't comprehend the beginning or the end And I wanted to get up, but I just couldn't get up And I wanted to run but my legs weren't there Yeah I wanted to get up, but I just couldn’t get up And I wanted to run by my mind was scared Speaking one's thoughts can ruin the effect Of wanting to appear circumspect Them's the breaks, the pains and the aches The strikes and gutters Them's the breaks, the give and the takes And what doesn't matter, them's the breaks So I tried to hibernate through the winter Because there's always someone knocking on your door And I kept my nose clean through the winter Because there's not much solace in the drunken dark And I wanted to leave, but I just couldn't leave And I wanted to give but they always want more Yeah I wanted to leave, but I just couldn't leave And I wanted to give but they always take more Drinking 'til you drop can ruin the effect Of wanting to maintain self-respect So I closed my eyes and sweated it out On the boats and the asphalt and the tiles And I called everybody that I know In the hope that they would stir my soul

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released October 8, 2011

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Crazy Arm UK

Est Devon 2005. A blend of punk, roots, rock and Americana. Four albums on Xtra Mile: 'Born To Ruin' ('Stunning' Kerrang), 'Union City Breath' ('A triumph' Punktastic), 'The Southern Wild' ('A glorious surprise' R2), 'Dark Hands Thunderbolts' ('Staggeringly ambitious' Classic Rock). Many UK/Euro tours with the likes of Against Me!, Larry & His Flask, Frank Turner, Chuck Ragan and Restorations. ... more

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