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Socialist of the City

by Drunken Butterfly

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1.
Sister 03:10
You caught my eye from a distance I knew then it must be love You said those words that I'd been missing You said, don't give up I knew I was being stupid I couldn't see over the wall All those people in the springtime Sing one word, revolution I'm calling out for freedom I'm calling out for justice I'm calling out in madness I'm calling out for you I felt your breath upon my shoulder I felt all I could be I saw your message in bright colours It said, set us free I'm calling out for freedom I'm calling out for justice I'm calling out in madness I'm calling out for you
2.
John 02:37
I met a young boy, his name was John I took him to new york to see what he'd done I fell in love with a fisherman's child i fell in love, cold and wild On my father's lap we sang Of piggies and tambourines all that we had I caught a glimpse of another world I caught a glimpse of how to be heard You caught my eye you whispered my name I took it to heart that you asked me again I know it's stupid, i'm sorry its wrong But i'll never love any man like i love bob Call me crazy but i won't marry you The cage on my face says i'm good for nothing too I fell in love with a man, and he took my bitter hand He told me, he told me about the weather man
3.
I put on my best suit, and walked out the door I put on my best hat, i couldn't feel anymore I went out jobseeking but they told me i was too old I went out jobseeking then i went back on the dole Maybe i'm just too old and maybe i'm too young I shouldn't be on sick pay, i should take care of my own We know what is right and we know that greed is good Its every man for himself and i shouldn't expect help from you My country is self harming, its cutting the poor away My country is self harming, we can't let them get away, with it Of course everyone should pay their way But how can they pay when you took their jobs away I kept my own but i see this is gonna hurt I'm not gonna stand here and watch my people burn I see your razorblade Its cutting the poison away Cut them out of london and cut them out of towns Cut them out of your sight so they won't get you down My country is self harming, its cutting the poor away My country is self harming, we can't let them get away, with it
4.
Not All Men 02:25
I see you Beeping, shouting, cursing at my body I see you Howling, fucking at the ones that hate you Gnawing at their fingernails They shield their eyes from tits and headlines Walking down the streets at night They spread their keys out like a weapon Don't you fucking touch me Dark and cold, I cross the road My plastic heart clenched in my sad fist Don't you know I know the rules I'm not safe, without a man close It's impolite to Build a system out of hatred It won't stand and we will fight We won't roll over and just take it Don't you fucking touch me
5.
Wednesday 04:18
Won't you stop I can't see the light Pollution in our towns Pollution in our mouths The flickered light of the screen Oh the eyes of the thieves We held the crying man A picture in his hand The flames came and took them away Took them away on a wednesday You only took what you deserved And I felt the hurt I saw the blitz last week On my grandfather's streets Take me from this place I'm drowned in our disgrace I called out for a sign Of hope in these times They marched down To sweep this smashed up town The flames came and took them away Took them away on a wednesday You only took what you deserved And I felt the hurt
6.
Shells 03:46
It took 10 years to let you go, My heart is a shell, I want you to fill. It was there when you left and its waiting for you now, I pull down the stairs and I reach for your hand. We were girls then, we are 22 now, I can feel your breath, 10 miles from my own. There's a cross on your hand, there's a cross through your name, and I am still waiting to finish this game. It was cold in our place, lashed by the rain, I told you then, that I would always tay. The sting of regret crept down your face, and I will wait for the rest of my days. Wake up my love, it is your day, Our hearts are left, in a tent in the rain. This isle holds us in the south of its palm, We're broken apart but it keeps us from harm.
7.
I was born in the west to a great man I held the city in the palm of my hand I've only got one chance to say who I am But now that you're here, you don't understand Oh will you guide me, fathers of labour I see your heartbeat, in the pains of history All that you've done, is torn away from us Children of the cross, and children of the hills I am a socialist of the city I'll go wherever I can find I don't care for your pity Your hope is as good as mine You challenged us once, and we raised our hands We'll be back tomorrow, with tears and a plan I'll wipe your eyes, and you'll wipe mine It's the end of innocence, it's the end of time I'll put on my guitar, and I'll play till I bleed From cradle till the grave, I will defend thee I'll put on my guitar, and I'll play till I bleed From cradle till the grave, I will defend thee I am a socialist of the city I'll go wherever I can find I don't care for your pity Your hope is as good as mine

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All songs written and produced by Drunken Butterfly
Artwork by Darcie Howell

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released November 13, 2016

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Drunken Butterfly Bristol, UK

Feminist punk from Bristol, combining snarly fuzzy punk rock with folk tinged melodies. Expect to hear songs about street harassment, growing up queer and the #metoo movement.

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