[ samizdat​-​001 ] Thug Nation

by The Study Session

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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:
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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.

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Track Name: Thug Nation
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
Track Name: Extra Ordinary
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
Track Name: Spirits of the St. Louis
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...
Track Name: In Front of the Crowd
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
Track Name: Mystery Mirror
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