Firepit Collective album recorded live in Bristol and at Boom Town in 2011, available on the Inner Terrestrials online shop http://innerterrestrials.bigcartel.com/product/firepit-collective-live-cd

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Roots Manuva vs Rage Against The Machine - Killing The Witness

From the latest album from Inner Terrestrials - Tales of Terror - available on CD and vinyl from the iT! shop http://innerterrestrials.bigcartel.com/

Lyrics:
Up town, I was wandering around
Two coppers clocked me and said “Here’s one for the pound”
I told them that I knew my rights, and started to see red
They laughed and got their truncheons out and this is what they said

“We run things in this neighbourhood
And we don’t fuck about so you better be good
No firm is as big as ours and we show no pity
From the hills to the coast, all the towns and cities
Are ruled by us with an iron grip
You march to our drum and you live in our trip
We’re the engine’s mechanics; we’ve got all the tools
This is ‘Animal Farm’, we’re the pigs, we rule!”

One day down the dole, I was smelling something funny
When the bastards lording over me would not give me my money
Their power trip was obvious, malicious and low
And a hag with a computer said “There’s one thing you should know…”

“We run things…”

In the old oak forest I was having a good time
When a bastard in a hard hat came and said “All this is mine!”
To build a tesco’s carpark I said “I’ll get in your way!”
As they beat me up and locked me up, all that they could say was…

“We run things…”

Run Tings - Tales of Terror

Break the boundaries, tear down the walls
Live as one, one love stand tall
Jack survives and giants fall
These are our streets, our world, our call
Live together, stand together
Learn to help and trust each other
The people on the ground we run this town
Stand as one! No creed no colour

The heart of the streets coming on strong!

It helps the real crooks to thrive
It suits the rich to cause a divide
They rub their hands when cultures clash
Division helps them earn their cash
Think about it, how do they get rich
While the people who run things live like shit?
Well it doesn’t have to be this way
If we could all unite, just unite! One day

The heart of the streets coming on strong!

This ruthlessness just brings us down
People screw and people frown
But when we stand on common ground
We run the streets of every town!

The heart of the streets coming on strong!

Boundaries

Open All Hours

Written by Jay Terrestrial

Winter Mist is the first track from Jay Terrestrial & Firepit Collective's debut studio album, To The Lost.

Winter Mist is a tribute to the environmental protesters of the 1990’s and beyond. Also to the memory of an inspirational man known as Old Mick.

http://bit.ly/tothelost

LYRICS

in the late winter mist, dark shadows rising as the fog lifts
i see the dinosaurs with their cold steel jaws
sound the alarm! sound the alarm! they're coming in

among the silent oaks a ragged army of free hearted folk
stand against you armed only with what is true
your power is obsolete no more of you need come through

traitors! how dare you come here to break this place?
you'll die alone with your empty eyes
your kids will leave you as you left them with the end of times

Winter Mist - To The Lost

From Firepit Collective's studio album - To The Lost 

http://innerterrestrials.bigcartel.com/product/firepit-collective-debut-studio-album-to-the-lost-pre-order

I Choose The Road

Grip the straps and spread it wide, leather groans in heat
Pump until the reeds collide, dripping in the beat
Every squeeze a body grind, juices start to pour
Fingers press on keys aligned, begging me for more

Hear the moan of brass, it licks your aching thighs
Every breath I pass, between your swollen cries

I’m here to melt, your velvet skin
The squeeze I’ve dealt, is sliding in
Your lips will part, your flood will gush
Accordion start, you break and blush

Stroke the keys, they wet the floor, piston thrusts in time
Bodies heave and beg for more, dripping on the rhyme
Push it in, then pull it out, sweat and steam collide
Every groan becomes a shout, open up that hide

Hear the bellows wheeze, like lovers locked in sin
Every thrusting squeeze, explodes beneath your skin

I’m here to melt, your hungry core
The squeeze box felt, will make you sore
Your thighs will quake, your moans will sing
Accordion ache, I own the ring

Leather tight across my chest, dripping down my chin
Every pulse a filthy jest, sliding deeper in
Juices on the ivory keys, dripping on the stage
Every wheeze a moaning tease, gasping turns to rage

Hear the wheeze of lust, it drips in every seam
Every squeeze combusts, inside your melting scream

I’m here to melt, your dripping need
The squeeze box spelt, unholy seed
Your walls will break, your heat will burst
Accordion quake, I pump your thirst

Bellows thrust, they spread apart
Dripping lust, it stains your heart
Keys that slide, your mouth agape
Accordion ride, you can’t escape

My Accordion Will Melt Your Butthole Off

Trick-a-trick trick 
Trick technology 
See the pharmacology 
Causing a sciesmology 
Waveform in my brain from 
Somewhere deep 
Now its stoppin me sleep! 
AaH! AaH! dibby dibby dab dab dab 
Shit! stop moanin 
Feel the seratonin 
Levels getting higher 
See my brains on fire! 
Senile dementia 
Take out your denture 
All I know is I want to get old with you!

Trick Technology

We Remember Your Name

Irreverent

On the road for 26 years, London’s legendary Inner Terrestrials are a stomping mix of dub, punk, ska, folk and general anarchic danceability. They get audiences all over the world going crazy, from Bristol to Berlin, from Warsaw to Tokyo and beyond.

Serial travellers they’ve played more than 20 countries and countless festivals over the years and are as passionate as a band can be. Original pioneers of the uk dub punk sound, heads up folks they’re coming to a festival/venue/bar/squat/barn/field/site near you soon!

We Remember Your Name

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