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Alguna vez en algún año pasado
Aprendí a caminar
Y yo me fuí por donde me daba la gana
Some time ago a long time ago
I learned to be free
And free I was for a minute i forgot it
How drab and dull everything was
Alguna vez en algún año pasado
Yo nací en el centro del caos
Hijo del ruido y la furia
Esperando un futuro mejor
Muy, muy lejos de acá, compay
Pero entre el ruido y la furia
Un camino se encuentra
Un puente de fuego
Que te abraza
Y te quema
Y te mata
Y te ama
Y te libera
Y te muestra un futuro mejor
Acá, acá, acá!
Si queres estar libre
Tienes que pasar
Pensando en tu futuro
Nos espera Bolivar
Ya no se cansó todo
Y lo puedes cambiar
Si andamos caminando compay
Se puede lograr
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It's hard when your friends
Instead become your enemies
They won't accept your identity
They'd rather see the end of me
It's hard when you want to say so much
But you're restrained by your vicinity
With your own doubts creating chains
Much heavier than anyone else could impose
Being earnest is hard when you're filled with anxiety
Irony makes it easy to be the person you want to be
Being genuine is hard when something so personal is being rated like
(You can compare them)
His worries and struggles are better than yours
Sorry, that's just what the people like
(The people like, the people like)
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Going off to war for Costa Rica, got my gun
Bayonet mount on my Enfield, for the Yankees, better run
It's loaded and ready
Hold that gun steady
Ol’ Walker better sit still
For a bit we're united, in name, we'll be fighting
Against the Filibusters
We're always fighting, always fighting, siempre en rebelion
(Always in rebellion)
They want to enslave us,
Colonize, and degrade us!
Patria libre o morir!
(Free homeland or death!)
I nearly died the other day, I nearly died
And I couldn't stop thinking about
Would they laugh at me?
Would they know that I nearly died and laugh at me?
But despite all of that, I have to keep on going
Things are never over until they're over
They can tell you that but it's just for control, oh
You have stay optimistic, fight for God, Fonseca did it
And don't you dare, don't you dare, don’t you dare, don’t you dare quit
Don’t you dare quit
(Don’t you dare)
Don't give up on me, or on you, or on us, or on everyone
(On us, on everyone)
We're all waiting for you
(For you!)
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Aron Interlude
02:41
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Yoro [Live in Santa Ana]
00:43
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Depths of care within our shores
Honduran saints fed and loved the poor
Like Isidore the farmer or
Subirana who prayed for more
For three days and nights he prayed
And on the third it began to rain
Fish fell from the sky in May
And it still does to this very day
God is Indigenous We will be victorious
And His love for Honduras resounds
Through miracles that know no bounds
And I thank God for my daily bread
With his love we'll never be dead
Never be dead
And I thank God for my daily bread
Daily bread
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Ye are the light of the world. A city
that is set on an hill cannot be hid
Escuchen, escuchen
Cada hermano sín para comer tenía sus alimentos robados
Por un norteño que vive bien comodo en Los Estados
La empobreza y explotacion de nuestros países
Se resulta en la riquesa de los Norteamericanos
La ciudad que se brille
Ese país de exceso
Asentaba sobre un monte
De Flores muertos
Su luz nos consume
Pero tambien nos atraiga
Nos matan pa que sale
El Sol cada madrugada
Y despues de robarnos se andan echando rostros
Nos venden una fantasia de los oportunidades de trabajo
Y como lemings que son siegos lo seguimos como esclavos
Sin saber que el monte se construye con sangre Centroamericano
Sacrificios pa mañana
Mientras se muere la Tierra
Es el Ultimo chance
Pa ver la primavera
Sacrificios pa mañana
Un mañana de fuego
Hay que construir
Un ciudad nuevo
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God loves you
God loves you
God loves you
And he loves me too
God loves you
God loves you
God loves you
And he loves me too
God loves you
God loves you
God loves you
And he loves me too
God loves you
God loves you
God loves you
And he loves me too
When the earthquake came
Nobody gave a shit
They sent some aid
Went to the dictatorship
And guess how well that whole ordeal went
This isn't new
It's always happening
But it hit a nerve
we never went back again
you and me both we know what's up
it never ends, it's an age old story
in the 20s in the 80s even now, it gets boring
it never ends, it's an age old story
in the 20s in the 80s even now, it gets boring
you may be feeling lost, don't know what to do
you just got two people to answer to
God, or anything you moralize, and you
you see the problem was
the Filibusters chose him
he can't be earnest
he doesn't come from the heart
and the filibusters
don't even let me start
you may have doubts
it may be painful
but anything is better
then being chained by the ankles
it never ends, it's an age old story
in the 20s in the 80s even now, it gets boring
you may not know it but now you will
being yourself is following His will
it never ends, it's an age old story
in the 20s in the 80s even now, it gets boring
if you're gay, trans, bi, or lesbian
if you're an artist and not sure you'll fit in
it never ends, it's an age old story
in the 20s in the 80s even now, it gets boring
and if that upsets you, well that's ok
just take a look to the other way
the filibusters promote democracy
by arming troops that kill indiscriminately
the filibusters always invoke God
while they play one like a fraud
it's blasphemy it's hegemony
so be the person you ought to be
God loves you
God loves you
God loves you
And he loves me too
God loves you
God loves you
God loves you
And he loves me too
God loves you
God loves you
God loves you
And he loves me too
God loves you
God loves you
God loves you
And he loves me too
God loves you
God loves you
God loves you
And he loves me too
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Guillermo Interlude
01:07
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Por esa negra vendí
Mi champita en la playa
Mis cordeles, mis anzuelos
Y vendí mi atarraya
Por esa negra vendí
Mi champita en la playa
Mis cordeles, mis anzuelos
Y vendí mi atarraya, hay
Por esa negra me fui
Por esa negra sufrí
Por esa negra bebí
Y vendí mi atarraya
Por esa negra me fui
Por esa negra sufrí
Por esa negra bebí
Y vendí mi atarraya
Que barbaridad
Por esa negra cante
Mis canciones llorando
Si un día quiere volver
Que solo me diga cuando
Por esa negra cante
Mis canciones llorando
Si un día quiere volver
Que solo me diga cuando
Por esa negra me fui
Por esa negra sufrí
Si quiere volver aqui
Que solo me diga cuando
Por esa negra me fui
Por esa negra sufrí
Si quiere volver aqui
Que solo me diga cuando
Por esa negra he sufrido
Yo no la puedo olvidar
El amor que me tenia esa negra
No tiene par
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Monty Interlude
00:57
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New Orleans gets some ice
Standard Fruit sees the price
Markets rising like
The tides the ships sail
A Faustian bargain made
With our people's souls we paid
Soon enough the devil came
Genocide, talking heads
200,000 Mayans dead
But how could we have known?
It's just like Ochoa said
We open our doors
and let them in
Give them food
and call them friends
Although, I can't fault them
The republic had broken up
Half a century ago
They needed infrastructure
How could they know?
Unfortunate,
But I forgive them
What am I even doing here?
Too much money to get the help I need
Yet I'm too poor to afford the help I need, so
What am I doing here?
(What are you doing here?)
Exploit my mind i never liked it much
Export pain like bananas in a bunch
What am I even doing here?
What am I doing here?
(What are you doing here?)
God gave me a special purpose,
I just follow everything he says
Fruits don't make much anymore
Remittances are the new import
Exporting people to lower the dole queue
Chiquita doesn't bring the money it used to
I tried staying earnest, I had my conviction
But then I quit my job, survived a car wreck
(Beep beep!)
I fought for independence and against a dictatorship
But the victory was temporary
Thought that was it, but on the contrary
They still won, they still won, just in a different way
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At the height of your success
You signed your likeness into space
And in its place, a little star
And wrapped in bloody socks
With fingers snapped
As the guards they mocked and jeered
And watched you wither away
As you languished for years
No one watching over you
Did you ever think everyone would forget?
Did they hide you on purpose?
Did they hit you with that car?
Did they make you believe that it couldn't get better
Cause they thought you were too powerful?
Cause you are, you are, you are
Your death is not an end but a means where we begin
A baby bottle rocket above the land which you’ve been
Will your light guide our way or will we worship its refraction?
Will reflection lead to pain instead of the right direction?
And through Misdirection
We lost our discretion
And all our lost roads
led to insurrection
Love isn’t peace and peace isn’t nonviolence
Love is retribution for voices which are silenced
And love is hope and hope is love
To hope is to live and to live is to love
And to love is to live and to live is to hope
And hope is to love but love isn’t peace
To love is to fight for the life of the deceased
Divide the land & conquer the faithful
Destroy the temples, destroy the streets
Cut out our tongues our hands and our feet
And though we can’t run, can’t fight, can’t build, can’t speak
We can love, we can dream, we can hope, we can think
Our fight is land our fight is unity
Our fight is not one in which we struggle with modernity
Kill the weeds as they spring up each and every one
Or they will outgrow us they will outpace us
They will enslave us before they replace us
The gauchos died alone and divided
The cowboys died alone and divided
The natives died alone and divided
Our spirit dies alone when divided
The cowboys died alone and divided
The cowboys died alone and divided
The cowboys died alone and divided
The cowboys died alone and divided
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Syzygy Records Aliso Viejo, California
Syzygy Records isn't a label; it is a portfolio of every project I, Monty Cime, have created.
When I was 11, I
learnt the word "syzygy," & in trying to show an example of it, conjectured that "art is the result of an alignment (a "syzygy") of influences & life experiences beyond one's control"—these are my "Syzygy Records."
This conjecture, I came to find out, is a tenet of historical materialism.
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