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Son of the Oppressor

by Yellow Wood

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1.
ThunderCats 01:59
When I was a boy, my Dad took me aside He said, "Son, I have words of advice. Right now while you are young it's all ThunderCats and fun but one day you'll be mortgaged with a wife. "So pay all your bills before you go. Don't leave your kids on earth with debts that you owe. Be honest boy 'bout your hours of work. Don't lie about your faults, it just makes it worse."
2.
Chinese women, unite! Chinese women, unite! Unbind your feet and fight! Chinese women, unite! Homo boys, arise. Homo boys, unite. Why can't we feel the love? Should I be begging you to pour our blood out? Should I be begging you to put the knife down? Black skinned girls all dance And stomp upon our heads! Should I be begging you to pour our blood out? Should I be begging you to put the knife down? Should I be begging you to pour our blood out? Should I be begging you to put the knife down?
3.
Africa, oh Africa why have you been down for so long? Is it blackened skin or replicas of empire states we built upon ya? My Daddy's Daddy's Daddy's Dad was there I'm Mother's Mother's Mother's son of the oppressor Pass the buck, we pass the buck the wicked words that dribble from our tounges Oh India, and eskimos can strap their boots and rise up on their own My Daddy's Daddy's Daddy's Dad was there I'm Mother's Mother's Mother's son of the oppressor Oh no, my Dad said no but your father clenched his fist and made him shake upon his throne Don't go, the Pharoh said no and you prayed the God of love would come and crush his every bone Oh no, my Dad said no but your father clenched his fist and made him shake upon his throne So go, the Pharoh said go for fear the God of love would come and crush his every bone
4.
Who Are You? 03:21
Who are you gonna be in the morning when all your friends are gone to their day jobs? Who are you gonna be without the bottle when all your friends are grasping one and you've got no one to call but me? It should be different from before. Who are you gonna be in the future when all your friends can't get you in and you've got debt? so much debt Who are you gonna be when the levy breaks? A sailor or a sunken ship that God can't even raise?
5.
Tall Tales 04:12
Do you remember? I was a boy, I threw my shoulder out and fell behind On swim team I's drowning though God knows I tried; Pace with the thin kids and swim in the lines One day at practice when I couldn't keep up with three strokes per breathing just like we learned I felt miraculous pain on the flip-turn Lifeguard came diving, brought me to the side I remember everything: Pain and pleasure felt so nice Sympathy and pool escape: oh that was a golden lie Do you remember? You were a kid You begged your mother to join track and field You weren't a runner but run's what you did Pace with the big kids and she bought you gifts One sunny weekend with everyone watching your mom offered presents to run a good time You couldn't do it but she wasn't looking Coach wasn't counting when you crossed the line Each little lie we tell is, whether it's short or it's long, another pile in the earth to keep our foundations strong Each little lie we tell is, whether it's short or it's long, another pile in the earth to keep our foundations strong Each little lie we tell is, whether it's brief of it's tall, another pile in the earth, another step in the fall
6.
MABM 02:56
7.
Oh where oh where has my brother been? Sleeping with his girlfriend Oh where oh where has the mailman been? Bringing only bills, never letters from my friends I'm tired, I'm tired of waiting for it I'm tired of holding these dreams in my head Mon frere, mon frere, I'll tell the truth I've been thinking little thoughts about you I hate when you say and don't do your skinny little body I'm tired, I'm tired of waiting for it I'm tired, so tired that I'm blaming the things I don't do on you I've been waiting for the trickle down but it is yet to come
8.
If we strip it of it's meaning we can all be better If we strip it of it's meaning we can all be better friends If no one sticks their neck out we can all be better friends If we strip it of it's meaning we can all be better friends If we strip it of it's meaning we can all be better If we all just stop believing we can all be better friends If no one sticks their neck out we can all have level heads If we strip it of it's meaning we can all be better friends If we strip it of it's meaning we can all be better friends If Matty ends up shot and bleeding from mixing alcohol and guns again If no one sticks their neck out we can all have level heads There's no need for cops or Jesus Just bury him and listen to the band
9.
Be a little braver than you are, and pick up the sword and beat it on the ground Don't you fight those wars your father left you in Be a big man and learn to use your head Be honest young boy, be honest youg boy, you're not going to stay to wait here and see how it works for me when I'm old and grey Be a little braver than I seem now, and pick up the sword and cut the wicked down, town oh how'd I end up being the rich man how'd I end up here We gotta beat the bastards, we gotta beat the bastards down Be honest young boy, be honest youg boy, you're not going to stay to wait here and see how it works for me when I stop to pray We gotta beat them down again, they're gaining ground but if we put our hearts to it, people pay an honest bit for love So we'll still put our hearts to it
10.
picture 00:13
11.
How you believe everything gets better over time when all that's on your mind is how you can get away with raping a girl by buying her drinks? I do not know what made you think everything gets better over time when everything you buy was made by little girls all losing their hair while sewing up seems? What does it mean if we can't make anything better? How'd we ever think he could part the water and walk across the muddy ocean floor? With God on our side there's nothing to fear. When we reach the shore all promises that we have ever broken will be forgiven and scurried out the door With hope in our eyes all egypt will drown We will be free to walk upon the streets of gold and silver
12.
(Lyrics are something along the lines of:) mumble mumble mumble... tell me what it's all about, don't know what it's all about it's about trying to be something more than I was born for
13.
Your body, I know was bloodied and broke was buried and rose to pay for our souls You flooded the earth and parted the sea You gave us your word I always believed But I cannot keep all the promises made when lovers are losing to faith hope and hate You haven't got love if all that keep is sureness and safety and run from the deep of the world of Gay boys and girls the happiest bunch all born into love not sin that we're taught The lukest of you say never get caught and drown all your love in faith hope and fraud And I shouldn't bother is what I'm now told "Religion's a system of roman control" And I can't deny what the darkest know true the white of our acts may have outweighed the good of our words

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released November 21, 2009

All songs written, performed and recorded at home by Adam Rideout-Arkell and Matthew Rideout, except bass guitar on 4, 5, 7, 9 and 13 by R. Mathew Fields. Ukulele on 13 by Stefan Cvetkovic. Mixed at home by AMRA, Mastered by Joáo Carvalho. Drum edits and day-saving on 2 by Kevin Couvillon. Cover Photo by M. Rideout and J. Wilson. Exterior Design by Shane Potvin and AMRA, interior design by AMRA.

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