[ samizdat​-​001 ] Thug Nation

by The Study Session

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1.
03:34
We have to stop this merry-go-round Have to escape the circus, extricate from the clowns Haven't you been listening? Haven't you been paying attention? Where did you lose your humanity? That's just the price you pay for the bullshit that you believe You lie in bed at night Now that you've sold your soul Under the sheets so white Hide your face under the pillow case Cutting out eye holes in your pillow case Thug Nation, Thug Nation I don't want to hear your explanation Thug Nation, Thug Nation Everybody's getting an invitation Thug Nation, Thug Nation They're counting on your participation Thug Nation, Thug Nation Cos you don't wanna wind up in a concentration camp I see you on your high-wire act Working without a net you can't tell fiction from fact You lie in bed at night What do you tell yourself They march in broad daylight You hope they're looking for someone else You know they're looking for no one else Thug Nation, Thug Nation Trumped up charges, incarcerations Thug Nation, Thug Nation Executive orders, deportations Thug Nation, Thug Nation Why resent when you can hate them Thug Nation, Thug Nation Making it great for American racism Thug Nation, Thug Nation I don't want to hear your explanation Thug Nation, Thug Nation They're counting on your participation Thug Nation, Thug Nation You never should have opened their invitation Thug Nation, Thug Nation Everybody's heading to the concentration camp
2.
The fog comes rolling in And cuts off pier from shore The homeward bounders thin To bar and bolt their doors The devils sneer and grin The ocean starts to roar You push and push again I've told you once, I've told you before There are some things I'll never do Even though you might want me to You ordinary fool I could be Extra ordinary Extra ordinary Extra ordinary, too The rain comes pouring down We hide beneath the pier Let's leave this stinking town And start again somewhere The ocean starts to pound The devils grin and sneer You swim or else you drown So take my hand and let's get out of here Cos there's some things I'll never do Even though you might want me to You ordinary fool I could be Extra ordinary Extra ordinary Extra ordinary, too I could be Extra ordinary Extra ordinary Extra ordinary... ...for you
3.
Looking for a sanctuary Looking for a willing host We're a floating cemetery Three-quarters condemned and the unholy ghosts Our hopes went up in the smoke Of a Cuban cigar and a continent closed So the spirits of the St. Louis sail on... Are you aware we're here? We've lived among you all these years Do you want to drown us out? Or do you only hear what you want to hear? An S.O.S. or a suicide note We're a message in a bottle that's forever afloat As the Spirits of the St. Louis sail on... Defend the border, build a fence Secure your blessings of liberty Feds, coyotes, Minutemen Everybody's got it in for me Give me your tired your poor, Your huddled Masses yearning to breathe free One day soon you'll have to say it in Spanish "Yes we can! Se pueda! sí!" Who's gonna clean your kitchen? Who's gonna trim your lawn? Who's gonna feed your children While you sit in your salon? See fences fall and the gates unhinge You can't lock us out 'cos we're already in And the spirits of the St. Louis sail on...
4.
You have a question, come over, sport I'll let you hear my full report You don't like Mondays, go tell it to the hordes On your messianic message boards Never sent my children off to school Never learned to live by the golden rule Why are those people standing round? Where am I? I'm in front of the crowd Pocket Constitutions and your Target card We practice late in the back yard It's not my fight, don't look at me He pulls my trigger and he's free Never sent my wife to a dead-end job Disgruntled co-workers, death by cop Why are those those people falling down? Look at me, I'm in front of the crowd Look at me, I'm in front of the crowd Go text your mom, go call the cops I keep on popping and I just can't stop I hope you take this all to heart So, baby, here's my parting shot Go blame the victim, don't blame me Cos I'm not sentient like a human being I think you'll know just what I mean You can read it in my magazine You'll never know where I'm concealed You stand like statues or you kneel I'll fill your head with another round Look at me, I'm in front of the crowd Look at me, I'm the talk of the town Look at me, I'm in front of the crowd
5.
First I misplaced my keys There's something else I can't find I've got a growing unease For faces, places and time Am I losing my grip? Overcome by the vague? Will I go down with the ship? Before I go up in flames? There's something familiar about that face in the glass Where have I met you before? In a mystery mirror can I unlock my past? I'm not sure If I drown in the waves Would you throw me a line? Now I'm no good with names I don't even recall mine There's something familiar about that look in your eye I think I've seen you before I'd feel so embarrassed if I only knew why Is there more? Here's me holding a key To a door I can't find Just a growing unease For faces, places and time When I'm lost in the vague Who's gonna throw me a line? Now I'm no good with names I think I'm losing my mind There's something familiar about that look in your eye I think I've seen you before I'd feel so embarrassed if I only knew why That's not all There's something familiar about that face in the glass Where have I met you before? In a mystery mirror can I unlock my past? I'm not sure

about

Samizdat [ sah'-miz-daht ] n.: The clandestine copying and distribution of literature banned by the state; an "underground press"

Samizdat is the secret exchange of forbidden words and thought — ideas spread person-to-person, sometimes in the shadows, often in the glare of the searchlights, in defiance of a repressive regime.

Dissident art and literature, hidden in plain sight, shared among the resistance. The [ samizdat ] project is part of this resistance. Listen, share, resist! Thank you!

Read about the [ samizdat ] project, secret cassettes and more at:
robipolgar.com/samizdat/samizdat-001.html

For more about The Study Session, go to:
www.robipolgar.com/The-Study-Session/studysession.html

credits

released July 15, 2017

The Study Session
Kelly J. Rath — guitars, vocals
Robi Polgar — guitars, vocals

Produced under the nose of the oppressor at Alta Vista Recording, deep in the wilds of Austin, Texas, April - July 2017.
Mixed by Josh Allen; mastered by Tom Johnson.

All songs (c) Robi Polgar 2017.

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Robi Polgar Austin, Texas

Robi Polgar is a musician, writer, director and unrepentant soccer junkie, living in Austin.

He is one-half of the guitarist-singer-songwriter duo The Study Session (with Kelly J. Rath) and the frontman for Brit-Poppers The Late Joys.

Mr. P pens, plucks and performs punchy political paeans with a deft left hook and massive progressive undercut.

More: www.robipolgar.com/music.html
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