Freedomain Radio

I wrote two songs which were inspired by Freedomain Radio, and recently played them with my band.
The first one is called "Fear of Life" 

The Lyrics (Partially based on an anarchist poem from the 1800's)


Ever reviled, accused, nor understood,
That's the fear of what just could be good, for more than just you
It kills the state, cries the multitude,
It's brings all plague, war, and endless rage to you, to me, to all

Just let them cry for those who've not striven
It's not your words but what you've given, not to yourself, but to the world
Because The truth that that lies ahead is that we're just,
blind among the blind, never to see the chains, that are bind us all inside

You feel the pain of false promise,
From those Who didn't give a shit, about you, me, all
So scream I am an Anarchist! The AntiChrist!
And I live without fear of life
Wherefore I will, Not rule,
and ruled I will not be!
Just scream I am an Anarchist! The AntiChrist!
And I won't take this shit, anymore




The rack, the thumbscrew, the knot are still there
Tieing down the sheep, who's instilled us with fear, all conspiring against our thoughts
They use our fear of death, to collect our lives promising to protect our flock, and we signed up, right there
You feel the pain of false promise,
From those Who didn't give a shit, about you, me, all
So scream I am an Anarchist! The AntiChrist!
And I live without fear of life
Wherefore I will, Not rule,
and ruled I will not be!
Just scream I am an Anarchist! The AntiChrist!
The one you can't put down anymore

And this song is called "To Leave The Farm"

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Calling back to those days I yearned before, when everything fell like it was black and white
no grey in-between the parts of my life, I knew everything and I knew nothing at all

The preachers and teachers and rulers of the world, didn't have bad intentions and couldn't deceit
No profit just motive to make things better, utopian thoughts and utter denial

Of what was to come of all their work, well it's nothing but bullshit lies and worst

Well I can't believe I thought that then, that everything would workout in the end

Well Back when your gods mattered
No one could question your every word
I fucking spit on the idea of accepting it all
A naïve embrace of all the bullshit talk

the meak and the weak can all just fall

so I call out to you to say, fuck it all

Falling and feeling the nothing of it all, The words and the calls and lies of them all
Filling the graves with martyers with gaul, You know it's true, all the myths should fall
Because Tall tales and lies make slaves of us all, were nothing but workers building a wall
That blocks out our thoughts, that tears up our minds, left with the feeling of nothing, just left to crawl

Well cry out to the fallen and condemn the urban sprawl, and just shout out, fuck it all

Just hear them, cringe in their sleep

They're nothing but peasants, who are filled with deciet

You know they are looking for the weak

So just cut them down, at their kness

Filling the graves with martyers with gaul, You know it's true, all the myths should fall
Because Tall tales and lies make slaves of us all, were nothing but workers building a wall
That blocks out our thoughts, that tears up our minds, left with the feeling of nothing, just left to crawl

Well cry out to the fallen and condemn the urban sprawl, and just shout out loud, fuck it all

a14:

Your band have a website??

We actually only have a Facebook Page

http://www.facebook.com/EveryoneGetNake