My first "proper track". Been working on this a while but finally decided to let everyone hear it! I am by no means a "producer" and have very limited knowledge so I've done what I could! Sorry it's really quiet, just turn up your speakers really loud please ;) Always exports really quietly compared to how it was in Cubase. Opinions welcome please :) x

Time and Space - Kat Gollop original

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'"It Can't Happen Here" - Sinclair Lewis (Redux)'
- Kotoku Denjiro

November 9, 2024 at 12:49 a.m.
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(Verse 1)
In the heart of Vermont, under the sun so bright,
There's a tale unfolding, in the dead of night.
"It Can't Happen Here," Doremus Jessup writes,
But the winds of change, they're taking flight.

(Chorus)
"It Can't Happen Here," echoes in the air,
But look around you, see the people's stare.
The stage is set, the players in their place,
In the mirror of society, we see our face.

(Verse 2)
Buzz Windrip rises, with promises so sweet,
A future of prosperity, where all shall meet.
But behind the curtain, the truth's untold,
Power and ambition, in their hands they hold.

(Chorus)
"It Can't Happen Here," but it's happening now,
We've seen it before, history tells us how.
The cycle repeats, again and again,
In the dance of power, it's always the same.

(Bridge)
Look to the past, see the shadows cast,
Figures in the spotlight, echoes of the past.
Leaders and heroes, villains in disguise,
In the theater of life, truth and lies.

(Verse 3)
In the land of the free, under democracy's guise,
A leader rises, amidst the people's cries.
Promises of greatness, a nation reborn,
But beneath the surface, a truth is torn.

(Chorus)
"It Can't Happen Here," a refrain so old,
But the song continues, as stories are told.
In the rhythm of time, in the melody of years,
Hear the echo of laughter, see the trace of tears.

(Verse 4)
In the year of '16, a new tale began,
Trump took the stage, with a master plan.
Promises of greatness, a nation divided,
In the heart of America, a new era presided.

(Chorus)
"It Can't Happen Here," but it happened then,
A chapter in history, written by men.
In the rhythm of time, in the melody of years,
Hear the echo of laughter, see the trace of tears.

(Verse 5)
As the years rolled on, the world took a turn,
Pandemics and protests, lessons to learn.
In the face of adversity, humanity stood,
For justice, for equality, for the greater good.

(Chorus)
"It Can't Happen Here," but it's happening still,
In the heart of the nation, against its will.
In the rhythm of time, in the melody of years,
Hear the echo of laughter, see the trace of tears.

(Verse 6)
In the wake of unrest, a new voice arose,
Kamala Harris, in the midst of foes.
Breaking glass ceilings, a beacon of hope,
In the heart of America, helping us cope.

(Outro)
As the song ends, remember this tune,
Under the fading light of the moon.
"It Can't Happen Here," but it can, you see,
In the heart of the night, in the land of the free.
```

(Verse 8)
In the wake of his loss, he rallies the base,
A call to return, to seize back his place.
With whispers of fascism, louder each day,
A storm on the horizon, ready to sway.

(Chorus)
"It Can't Happen Here," but the shadows grow near,
It's time to unite, cast aside our fear.
The stakes are rising, the fight’s crystal clear,
In the land of the free, we must persevere.

(Verse 9)
Democrats falter, with words but no might,
While the far-right arms in the dead of the night.
Our voices alone won’t answer the call,
It’s time for action, to stand tall.

(Bridge 2)
Leftist militia, united and strong,
To protect each other from what’s gone wrong.
From city streets to rural grounds,
We arm with knowledge, strength abounds.

(Verse 10)
In every small town, on city blocks too,
People gather, defenders in blue.
Not waiting for saviors, nor hiding in fear,
Together we rise, our purpose clear.

(Chorus)
"It Can't Happen Here," but it’s happening fast,
The future’s uncertain, the die has been cast.
From Vermont to Texas, across this land,
It's time to unite, and take a stand.

(Outro)
So let this be the anthem, our solemn vow,
To defend each other, here and now.
"It Can Happen Here," but not if we fight,
For justice, for freedom, in the dawn’s first light.

"It Can't Happen Here" - Sinclair Lewis (Redux)

'Tulsi Gabbard, Putin’s Pet'
- Kotoku Denjiro
November 25, 2024 at 2:50 a.m.
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(Verse 1)
Tulsi Gabbard, once a rising star,  
A congresswoman from Hawaii, now gone too far.  
In Syria, she stood by Assad's side,  
Ignoring the truth, in blood she tried to hide.  

She called the war a "regime change,"  
But backed a dictator, so deranged.  
Meeting with Assad, shaking his hand,  
Supporting his crimes across the land.  

(Chorus)
Tulsi Gabbard, Putin’s pet,  
Her loyalty to Moscow, we won’t forget.  
From Assad to Russia’s invasion of Ukraine,  
She defends the oppressors, fueling the pain.  
Spreading lies, with no shame, no regret,  
Tulsi Gabbard, Putin’s pet.  

(Verse 2) 
When Russia invaded Ukraine in ’22,  
Tulsi stood by Putin, a dangerous view.  
Downplaying the invasion, spreading the lies,  
Ignoring the suffering, with empty eyes.  

She echoed Russian propaganda loud and clear,  
Calling NATO the cause of the fear.  
She spoke like a mouthpiece for Moscow’s agenda,  
A voice for the Kremlin, a dangerous pretender.  

(Chorus)
Tulsi Gabbard, Putin’s pet,  
Her loyalty to Moscow, we won’t forget.  
From Assad to Russia’s invasion of Ukraine,  
She defends the oppressors, fueling the pain.  
Spreading lies, with no shame, no regret,  
Tulsi Gabbard, Putin’s pet.  

(Bridge)
Once a Democrat, now a Maga ally,  
She’s sold out her values, and here’s why:  
Her love for autocrats, her hate for the West,  
Spreading the Kremlin’s lies, failing the test.  

She turned her back on the truth and the fight,  
No concern for the victims, just false delight.  
Her alliances with Putin, and those like him,  
Make her a danger, from start to grim.  

(Chorus)
Tulsi Gabbard, Putin’s pet,  
Her loyalty to Moscow, we won’t forget.  
From Assad to Russia’s invasion of Ukraine,  
She defends the oppressors, fueling the pain.  
Spreading lies, with no shame, no regret,  
Tulsi Gabbard, Putin’s pet.  

(Outro)
Her name will echo, a tale of betrayal,  
Tulsi Gabbard’s path, now a dangerous trail.  
Tulsi Gabbard, Putin’s pet,  
Her loyalty to Russia, we won’t forget.  

Source:
"Tulsi Gabbard’s history with Russia is even more concerning than you think"

One expert says her views are ‘so wildly fringe that her potential appointment as DNI is genuinely alarming’

Richard Hall and Andrew Feinberg
THE INDEPENDENT
Sunday 24 November 2024 15:46 GMT
https://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/americas/us-politics/tulsi-gabbard-dni-trump-syria-b2652285.html

Tulsi Gabbard, Putin’s Pet (1)

'PITCHFORKS ARE COMING'
kroPOTkin

December 6, 2024 at 4:41 p.m.
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**The Pitchforks Are Coming (A Song of Inequality and Warning)**  
*(Inspired by Nick Hanauer's Memo to the Super-Rich)*  

**[Verse 1]**  
I’m a zillionaire, living the dream,  
With yachts and planes and a life supreme.  
I’ve funded startups, built empires tall,  
Amazon’s first backer—I’ve seen it all.  

From feathered pillows to billion-dollar sales,  
Risk and intuition filled my sails.  
But here’s the truth I cannot ignore,  
The divide is widening like never before.  

**[Chorus]**  
The pitchforks are coming, can’t you see?  
Inequality will be our legacy.  
If we don’t act now, if we don’t make it right,  
The masses will rise, and we’ll face the fight.  

**[Verse 2]**  
In 1980, the stats were clear,  
The top 1% held 8%—not near  
Today, they’ve tripled their share of the pie,  
While the bottom 50% watch their hopes run dry.  

We’ve become feudal, not capitalist kings,  
A tale of lords, while the middle class stings.  
History warns us with lessons stark:  
Revolutions spark when the nights grow dark.  

**(Chorus)**  

**[Bridge]**  
“Oh, this is America,” the wealthy declare,  
“We’re immune to the rage brewing out there!”  
But revolutions creep, they don’t loudly start,  
They smolder in silence, in every heart.  

One spark ignites, and it spreads so fast,  
Suddenly, the system crumbles at last.  
There’s no time to flee, no jet to the skies,  
The cost of inaction? Our own demise.  

**[Verse 3]**  
Henry Ford knew, way back in his day,  
Workers with wages make capitalism pay.  
The Model T thrived on a $5 dream,  
An idea so simple, it’s still supreme.  

But now we hoard, while trickle-down lies,  
Stifle the growth we claim to prize.  
If workers earned more, we’d see it all grow,  
Businesses thriving, a prosperous flow.  

**(Chorus)**  

**[Verse 4]**  
CEOs rise while workers fall,  
127 times faster, they take it all.  
500 times the average wage,  
Feeding the greed, fueling the rage.  

Seattle stands tall, $15 to their name,  
Small businesses thrive, igniting the flame.  
The data is clear: when wages rise,  
The economy grows, to no one’s surprise.  

**[Bridge 2]**  
Oh, trickle-down, the myth we’ve been sold,  
A gilded tale, but the truth runs cold.  
The real job creators? Middle-class hands,  
Their spending, their work, their buying demands.  

So let’s rewrite the rules, a middle-out plan,  
Empower the workers, rebuild the land.  
A thriving middle class means we all win,  
It’s time to start again, let the change begin.  

**(Chorus)**  

**[Outro]**  
So, my fellow wealthy, take this to heart,  
We can fix this now or be torn apart.  
The clock is ticking; the stakes are high,  
The pitchforks are coming—

change...

... or die.

Source: "The Pitchforks Are Coming… For Us Plutocrats"

NICK HANAUER
Politico
July/August 2014

https://www.politico.com/magazine/story/2014/06/the-pitchforks-are-coming-for-us-plutocrats-108014/

PITCHFORKS ARE COMING (version 1)

'PITCHFORKS ARE COMING'
- kroPOTkin

December 6, 2024 at 4:43 p.m.
__________

**The Pitchforks Are Coming (A Song of Inequality and Warning)**  
*(Inspired by Nick Hanauer's Memo to the Super-Rich)*  

**[Verse 1]**  
I’m a zillionaire, living the dream,  
With yachts and planes and a life supreme.  
I’ve funded startups, built empires tall,  
Amazon’s first backer—I’ve seen it all.  

From feathered pillows to billion-dollar sales,  
Risk and intuition filled my sails.  
But here’s the truth I cannot ignore,  
The divide is widening like never before.  

**[Chorus]**  
The pitchforks are coming, can’t you see?  
Inequality will be our legacy.  
If we don’t act now, if we don’t make it right,  
The masses will rise, and we’ll face the fight.  

**[Verse 2]**  
In 1980, the stats were clear,  
The top 1% held 8%—not near  
Today, they’ve tripled their share of the pie,  
While the bottom 50% watch their hopes run dry.  

We’ve become feudal, not capitalist kings,  
A tale of lords, while the middle class stings.  
History warns us with lessons stark:  
Revolutions spark when the nights grow dark.  

**(Chorus)**  

**[Bridge]**  
“Oh, this is America,” the wealthy declare,  
“We’re immune to the rage brewing out there!”  
But revolutions creep, they don’t loudly start,  
They smolder in silence, in every heart.  

One spark ignites, and it spreads so fast,  
Suddenly, the system crumbles at last.  
There’s no time to flee, no jet to the skies,  
The cost of inaction? Our own demise.  

**[Verse 3]**  
Henry Ford knew, way back in his day,  
Workers with wages make capitalism pay.  
The Model T thrived on a $5 dream,  
An idea so simple, it’s still supreme.  

But now we hoard, while trickle-down lies,  
Stifle the growth we claim to prize.  
If workers earned more, we’d see it all grow,  
Businesses thriving, a prosperous flow.  

**(Chorus)**  

**[Verse 4]**  
CEOs rise while workers fall,  
127 times faster, they take it all.  
500 times the average wage,  
Feeding the greed, fueling the rage.  

Seattle stands tall, $15 to their name,  
Small businesses thrive, igniting the flame.  
The data is clear: when wages rise,  
The economy grows, to no one’s surprise.  

**[Bridge 2]**  
Oh, trickle-down, the myth we’ve been sold,  
A gilded tale, but the truth runs cold.  
The real job creators? Middle-class hands,  
Their spending, their work, their buying demands.  

So let’s rewrite the rules, a middle-out plan,  
Empower the workers, rebuild the land.  
A thriving middle class means we all win,  
It’s time to start again, let the change begin.  

**(Chorus)**  

**[Outro]**  
So, my fellow wealthy, take this to heart,  
We can fix this now or be torn apart.  
The clock is ticking; the stakes are high,  
The pitchforks are coming—

change...

... or die.

Source: "The Pitchforks Are Coming… For Us Plutocrats"

NICK HANAUER
Politico
July/August 2014

https://www.politico.com/magazine/story/2014/06/the-pitchforks-are-coming-for-us-plutocrats-108014/

PITCHFORKS ARE COMING

'SOCIAL MURDER'
- Kotoku Denjiro
December 6, 2024 at 4:34 a.m.
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Title: SOCIAL MURDER
(In Memory of the victims of Brian Thompson, CEO of UnitedHealthcare)

(Verse 1)
In the shadows of the boardroom, Brian Thompson’s fall,
UnitedHealthcare’s CEO, his death a chilling call.
A shot rings out, a life erased, in the name of corporate gain,
The ones behind the suits and ties, they never feel the pain.

Frustration fills the air, anger rising high,
A system built on greed, leaving countless souls to die.
Policies designed to cut costs, deny the care we need,
While those at the top collect their checks, fueling corporate greed.

(Pre-Chorus)
Was it the anger of the people, the ones left in despair?
Whose lives were stolen by the ones who never cared?

(Chorus)
It’s the cost of profit, the price we all pay,
When lives are sacrificed in the corporate fray.
Social murder, can you hear the cry?
The system’s broken, and it's time to ask why.

(Verse 2)
Friedrich Engels spoke of it long ago, a truth we can't deny,
Where the poor and sick are left to die, while the rich just get by.
He called it social murder, a life lost to greed,
Where wealth is treasured more than lives, and the needy never feed.

UnitedHealthcare, one of many to blame,
Denying care, delaying treatments, is how they play the game.
With algorithms to reject, and claims that never pass,
They’re counting profits in the boardroom, while lives are left to crash.

(Pre-Chorus)
It’s the poor who pay the price, when the rich turn away,
Denying care, denying hope, day after day.

(Chorus)
It’s the cost of profit, the price we all pay,
When lives are sacrificed in the corporate fray.
Social murder, can you hear the cry?
The system’s broken, and it's time to ask why.

(Bridge)
Anger stirs in every heart, from the corners of the streets,
From those who've suffered, from those who’ve faced defeat.
The cries of mothers, the tears of the lost,
They march for justice, no matter what the cost.

The wealthy walk in silence, they don’t see the pain,
But the people’s voices rise up, they’re calling out in vain.
The system’s built on suffering, the suffering of the poor,
But we won’t let them win, we’ll fight forevermore.

(Chorus)
It’s the cost of profit, the price we all pay,
When lives are sacrificed in the corporate fray.
Social murder, can you hear the cry?
The system’s broken, and it's time to ask why.

(Outro)
So let this be a lesson, we can’t ignore the truth,
When wealth is valued over health, we lose the human proof.
The ones who profit from our pain, they’ll never see the day,
When the people rise together, and take the cost away.

The fight is just beginning, and we won’t back down or stray,
The cost of profit ends today.

SOCIAL MURDER

Lament For Gaza
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[Verse]
In the rubble of a broken land,
We stand together, hand in hand.
Children's laughter silenced, lost in the night,
Our cries echo, piercing the sky.

[Verse 2]
Gaza, oh Gaza, once so vibrant and free,
Now a prison, surrounded by sea.
Tears stain the streets, blood colors the sand,
Through the darkness, we still take a stand.

[Chorus]
Ya Gaza, Ya Gaza, your pain we will bear,
In our hearts, we will always be there.
Through the sorrow and the despair,
Together we'll rise, united we'll share.

Lament for Gaza

Evil Face Matt Gaetz (1)

THESE UNITED STATES
- kroPOTkin

new US National anthem
February 4, 2025 at 8:50 a.m.
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When in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for a people to rise against those who seek to subjugate them, to cast off the yoke of corruption and despotism, and to reclaim the liberties which are their inalienable right, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to such resistance. 

We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all people are created equal, that they are endowed with certain unalienable Rights, among these are Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness. 

That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed. 

That whenever any person, corporation, or government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to resist, to abolish the chains of their oppression, and to institute a new order, laying its foundation upon justice, equality, and the common good. 

Prudence will dictate that governments long established should not be changed for light causes; and experience shows that people suffer abuses while evils are sufferable. 

But when a long train of usurpations reduces them under absolute tyranny, it is their right, their duty, to rise against such oppression. 

The history of Donald J. Trump and Elon Musk is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an oligarchy, the destruction of democracy, and the enrichment of the few at the cost of the many. 

To prove this, let facts be submitted to a candid world. 

They have conspired to erode the institutions of government, dismantling agencies that serve the common good and replacing them with mechanisms of personal profit and unchecked control. 

They have wielded their influence to silence dissent, to intimidate laborers who seek fair wages, and to strip away the power of the working class. 

They have sought to consolidate wealth and dominion over the people, turning the machinery of the state into an instrument of their own ambition, rather than the servant of the people’s will. 

They have disregarded the rule of law, treating justice as a weapon to be turned against their enemies while shielding themselves from consequence.

They have turned against the world, casting aside alliances, abdicating responsibilities, and making the nation an island of greed and cruelty in a world that once looked to it for leadership.

They have corrupted the channels of information, spreading falsehoods and deceit to cloud the minds of the people and to turn them against one another.

They have fostered division, stoking the fires of hatred and fear, so that neighbor turns upon neighbor while they consolidate their grip upon the nation.

We have petitioned for redress; our voices have been ignored. We have sought change through law and democracy, yet they have bent these systems to their own will. We have borne their transgressions with patience, yet their abuses only grow in number and in magnitude.

Therefore, we, the people of the United States, in solemn assembly and by the authority of our own will, do declare that we shall resist.

We shall not be governed by tyrants, nor be subject to the whims of those who wield power without accountability.

We shall take up the cause of freedom, standing against those who would strip it from us.

We shall meet their oppression not with submission, but with defiance, knowing that liberty is never given, but must always be won.

We do not undertake this lightly.

We do not seek strife, but neither shall we shrink from it when our very existence as a free people is at stake.

We pledge to each other our voices, our hands, and our strength, in pursuit of a nation ruled not by billionaires and demagogues, but by the people, for the people, and with the people.

To this end, we stand united, and we shall not falter.



THESE UNITED STATES

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