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01 FAT BOY

I rush the hour, minutes from despair
There´s no peace, no resolution
I make my way crossing clouds, alarms and trees
I´m gonna creep, I´m gonna reap, gonna wreck, wreck wreck….

You have promised me
A realm of trauma and tea
My reign is silent
Come down shake up the party

You rush your head, minutes from despair
Just another step in evolution
You contemplate your life, clouds, alarms and trees
You´re a little ant and here I go

Written by Asier B.

Víctima de la bomba de Hiroshima, 1945.

Médicos experimentando en el Escuadrón 731; un programa encubierto de investigación y desarrollo de armas biológicas del Ejército Imperial Japonés (1935-1945).

02 UNIT 731

Night in the room
Keys in the night
In the hope another hole
give me the eye, give me the wings
but it’s cold like a ghost
jumping out of my skin
and my skin is the goal

I cannot stand
I cannot understand
Animal
That’s what you happen to be
And I know I cannot say
I cannot

Don’t come to me
With you zen budist thing

Sat on the moon
a look to the earth
In the hope another hole
one less arm, one less wing
call the Gul, don’t call the Gul
Let me in, history
and the sin shall be gone
I cannot stand
I cannot understand
Animal
And I’m becoming a bird
And I know I cannot say
I cannot

Don’t come to me
With your zen budist thing

Budist thing contradicted
Broken wings are mountains
of same old stories

somewhere lost at Manchukuo

A universe of scattered souls dancing into agony
Polarized vexation
Don’t come to me
Dragons of soreness
Experimentation
Look for any synonym
With you zen budist thing

Written by Mikel E.

03 DEFENSE OF VAN

There is no defense

in the heart of the victims
There is no regret

You know, there was some trouble
A guy wanted onion
the other tomatoes
One thing took to another
so they made a salad without the sombrero

Low conversation
While they consume it
No more adverbs
No more heartporn

There is no defense
in the heart of the victims
There is no regret
(There is no conversation)

You know, there was some trouble
A dog had a bone
a dog had another
Let’s go to the party

To smell some ojetes
And have some perretes

Loud conversation
While they consume it
No more adverbs
No more heartporn

There is no defense
in the heart of the victims
There is no regret
(There is no conversation)

How can you live when you’re dead, and dead
How can you recognise your soul among the other souls
How can you live when you’re done, and done, and done
You gotta recognise your sun among the other suns

There is no defense
in the heart of the victims
There is no regret
(There is no conversation)

There is no defense
in the heart of the victims
There is no regret

Written by MIkel E. & Asier B.

Imagen perteneciente al genocidio armenio que tuvo lugar entre 1915 y 1917.

Armenios defendiendo los muros de Van (Armenia) en la primavera de 1915.

Ciudadanxs de Van (Armenia) cavando trincheras, 1915

MIniatura medieval relacionada con la cruzada albigense, que tuvo lugar entre 1209 y 1244. 

04 THE BEZIERS KNIFE MASSACRE

 

1209, in a white town of Languedoc
Powermen and crusaders wait for recognition
Tuned out by the rythm of knifes
Kill them all in the name of Jessé

Arnaldo Amalrico
You’re an evil, you’re a beast
(Now you wanna die you wanna get away)
You’re a deadly influence
(Now you wanna die you wanna get away)
You’re a monster in soutane
(Now you wanna die you wanna get up)
And I don’t like you

Down the Pope, there’s a man with a soutane
Inspirates, the words that gonna save the souls
You believe, well I don’t believe in gods
Power is the only power in the end

Arnaldo Amalrico
You’re an evil, you’re a beast
(Now you wanna die you wanna get away)
You’re a deadly influence
(Now you wanna die you wanna get away)
You’re a monster in soutane
(Now you wanna die you wanna get up)
And I don’t like you

But we remember you

Written by MIkel E. & Asier B.

05 AZOKA EGUNA

Kondor, Heinkel, Savoia, badatoz
Kondor, Donier Do, inondik zerua estaliz agertu dira

Ta berdez jositako inguruak
gorritu ditu haien eztandak

Izenak exabatu direnean
Ezin idatxi
ezin idatxi, ezin ulertu
ta nora joan dira
ta non galdu dira, non
hondarren azpiko azalen
irri ezkutuak

Ta berdez jositako inguruak
gorritu ditu haien eztandak 

Asier B.-k idatzitako abestia

 

Perro callejeando tras el bombardeo de Gernika, 1937

Sitio de Leningrado, 1941-1944

06 LENINGRAD BLOKADA

 

Get back old soviet scar
post german siege or
Leningrad is not afraid of death

Don’t forget it
Forget it no way
For how long you’ll keep a secret
No, oh, never

You got a rumble, a reverb
Got all the hunger gathered
(Go / don´t go /feed or pray)
You got a rumble, a reverb
Take all the love forever

Get back old dying lads
Post glued dinner or burned books
Is death afraid of Leningrad

Don’t forget it
Forget it no way
For how long you’ll keep a secret
No, oh, never

You got a rumble, a reverb
Got all the hunger gathered
(Go / don´t go /feed or pray)
You got a rumble, a reverb
Take all the love forever

Wake, Leningrad / Brave you are among we all
Where you fall you stand up / With other name  / you healing fast
your step is long

The longest one
Leningrod
Wake Up
And break
the rule again

Written by Mikel E. & Asier B.

07 PAPERAK DIE

 

 

Wednesday, 22, July, 36, Santa Maña, 61, Tower bells, Paperak die

It’s the sound of a picture
hit the ground in the square
And a young woman
That smiles while she washes
When sky starts falling
And pain is cold
It cuts and growls
No

You got the saints
You got the bombs
We got a super-robot

You got the saint, you got the bomb
(You dont pay for pain but you will)
You got the saint, we got a robot
(You dont pay for pain but you will)
You got the bomb, we got a robot
(You dont pay for pain but you will)
We got the time, we got memory
(we got a robot)

Its a part of forever
A leak with the notes
Of an old woman
That smiles to a child
when sky starts falling
And pain is cold
That cuts, and falls
No

You got the saints
You got the bombs
We got a super-robot

You got the saint, you got the bomb
(You dont pay for pain but you will)
You got the saint, we got a robot
(You dont pay for pain but you will)
You got the bomb, we got a robot
(You dont pay for pain but you will)
We got the time, we got memory
(we got a robot)

 

Written by Mikel E. & Asier B.

Ángel Salas, uno de los pilotos que bombardearon Otxandio el 22 de Julio de 1936 durante las fiestas patronalesdel pueblo.

Óleo pintado por Santiago Capanaga en 1964, superviviente del bombardeo de Otxandio.

La Operación Vegetariana fue un plan militar de 1942 que consistía en diseminar pasteles de linaza contaminados con anthrax por los campos de Alemania, exterminando así a millones de alemanxs y poniendo fin a la guerra. Las pruebas se realizaron en una pequeña isla escocesa, Gruinard Island. La isla estuvo en cuarentena hasta 1990 cuando se procedió a su descontaminación.

Científicos recogiendo cadáveres de las ovejas elegidas para el experimento en 1942.

08 OPERATION VEGETARIAN

Expand eye vision
Make your own sky
There is a dark room
to leave the B sides

Blurred paradigm
to set that point
where you and I
will never come at all

And chemical weapons in a mother’s hands
British Invasion before the time,

Expand eye vision
Make your own sky
Clouds are shapes
Where you and I
Will never come

German mother, mother Britain x4

And chemical weapons in a mother’s hands
British Invasion before the time,

Expand eye vision
Make your own sky
Clouds are shapes
Where you and I
Will never come

Mother, I can see the shape of Lennon in the sky

And chemical weapons in chemical hands
The British Invasion before the time

Chemical bombs
With chemical brothers
Chemical love
Before the time

Written by Mikel E.

08 MACHETE GIRL

Providence, destiny
fading star of a fading past
Promises of new futures
without echoes and no discoloured faces
And all the power that we got
All the power that we got
we gonna lose
And though we know
exploitation melts my soul

(We live into a reign
where any queen like me
It’s gonna have a sleep on a bed of nails
We live bellow the rain
A tear to fall and stain
Another drum that sounds
Another child that cries)

Growing darkness
here to stay
Before too long
For too long
just break down
Before too long

Evidence, felony
Fratricide and fading hopes
Emissary of new parfumes
without suspect of rancid circumstances
And all the power that we got
All the power that we got
We gonna lose
but though we know
Exploitation melts my soul

(We live into a reign
where any queen like me
It’s gonna have a sleep
on a bed of nails
We live bellow the rain
A tear to fall and stain
Another drum that sounds
Another child that cries)

Growing darkness
here to stay
Before too long
For too long
just break down
Before too long

Machete girl
Blooded queen
You sound just like sound of rain

Machete girl, blooded queen
You sound just like sound of rain
Machete girl, b
looded queen

Providence, destiny
Girl, did you sleep without a breath
in your way to the end of the world

 

Written by Mikel E. & Asier B.

Valentina Iribagiza. Superviviente del genocidio de Ruanda.

Genocidio de Ruanda, 1994.

10 TRES DE MARZO

(instrumental)

Funeral por las víctimas de los sucesos del 3 de marzo de 1976 en Vitoria-Gasteiz.

Víctimas de la masacre de Srebrenica en 1995. https://goo.gl/buWi5z

Veinte años después de empezar los trabajos de extracción, todavía siguen apareciendo fosas en los montes de la comarca y se han recuperado e identificado más de 6000 cadáveres.

11 SREBRENICA

Go away x3
Just leave it

Oh, Srebrenice once again a siege
Oh, oh, Srebrenice, cold is running to my head

Oh srebrenice you’re a saint in this carnival
You are the conqueror of pain
Irresistible
Nobody wants to look at you
cause a terrible sensation
runs the neck of the world

Go away x3
Just leave it

But it’s too late

Oh Srebrenice you regrettable example of
what politicians are capable to do
Nobody finds the way to control drama
But here’s this powerful feeling when i look at you

Go away x3
Just leave it

Get away from the past
Get away from the wreck
Get away from the pain
Get away now

Written by Mikel E. & Asier B.

12 MÁLAGA – ALMERÍA

 

They are here
flying monkeys from the island nowhere near
no road left for us to go

(malaga-almería x8)

You point a gun
to a picture of Franco
to kill him again

They are here
flying monkeys all around us only bombs
no bananas
my way to Almeria

(malaga-almería x8)

You point a gun
to a picture of Franco
you point a gun
to the mother of Franco
to kill him again

No place to run
No escape
No place to run
You know they ́ll find you

They are here
flying monkeys will destroy us only bombs
no bananas
my way to Almeria

(malaga-almería x8)

 

Written by Asier B & Mikel E. 

Uno de los capítulos más terribles y olvidados de la Guerra Civil Española, el crimen sobre civiles en la carretera de Málaga-Almería, tuvo lugar en febrero de 1937.

Refugiados de Málaga en Almeria, febrero 1937 (Foto: Gerda Taro)