Barbed Wire Future

by Running Dog Labor Exchange

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released July 10, 2013

Guitar and Vocals: Aidan
Bass and Vocals: Liam
Drums and Vocals: Evan
Additional Vocals: Jeff and Teresa
All things recording: Chris
Album Art: Carson and Ben

Recorded at the Horse Nest.
Special thanks to the Poe House for hosting so many practices

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Running Dog Labor Exchange Cleveland, Ohio

Running Dog Labor Exchange. Broadcasting sounds of punk without borders from Cleveland, Ohio. Art against the Barbed Wire Future.

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Track Name: Sound the Alarm
Sound the Alarm! Against the bastards grinding you down! We don't want them here in this town!
Sound the Alarm! Abusers of all shapes and sizes, they are what this city despises.
Sound the Alarm! The Bastards are still here and they're whispering tiny voices in your ear.

They're not in Jail! Because they built the prisons!
They're not in Jail! Because they own the banks!
They're not in Jail! Because they run the courthouse!
They're not in Jail! Because they own the tanks!

All I have is my time and my pen. Walls to stare at forever again. I'd think of screaming but what would that do? It could never take me back to you. I had a dream but it seemed to erode. Dried Like a raisin and could never explode. But sometimes if I'm quiet in bed, I hear that dream dancing in my head.

Oh, Freedom! Freedom! It seems that you are hard to find!
Oh, Freedom! Freedom! Been searching through the corners of my mind!
Oh, Freedom! Freedom! When they give me time on the stationary bike,
Oh, Freedom! Freedom! I'd riding down Cleveland's streets when I close my eyes.

Nostalgia stings like a knife in my heart. Memories they will tear me apart. I try and not think of that day but every now and then my mind will stray. I had a dream but it seemed to erode. Dried like a raisin and could never explode. But at night if I'm quiet in bed, I can hear that dream dancing in my head!

Oh, Freedom! Freedom! It seems that you are hard to find!
Oh, Freedom! Freedom! Been searching through the corners of my mind!
Oh, Freedom! Freedom! When they give me time on the stationary bike,
Oh, Freedom! Freedom! I'd riding down Cleveland's streets when I close my eyes.

Stealing these moments away from sadness.
We made our own space to think and to breathe.
If brutalist buildings aren't actively crumbling,
We'll pick up the tools and help them to leave.
Track Name: Elephant
A big wall looms! Acquired a taste for blood, so their borders grew. Home grown Apartheid just for you. A Vigilante looms. Acquired a taste for blood so his rifle moves and shoots. Making sure that no one can commute.

But we will never forget like an elephant. Carving paths with old tools and instruments. Under the desert sun from dusk to dawn, no oasis can be built upon RIVERS OF BLOOD.

A company man looms. Acquired a taste for blood, so the Private Prisons grew. Accompanied by some new laws just for you. A big walls looms. Acquired a taste for blood so their borders grew. A BARBED WIRE FUTURE LOOKS DOWN ON YOU.

But we will never forget like an elephant. Carving paths with old tools and instruments. Under the desert sun from dusk to dawn, no oasis can be built upon RIVERS OF BLOOD.

Pave the way Coyote! Hope and pray for a new day.

NO MAS MUERTES!
Track Name: Reactionary in G
To be honest it really bothers me that there’s supporters for this treachery. Mutts and Mongrels can never set you free. We learned our lesson in West Germany.
For God and Country.
To be honest it terrifies me. I’d give up anything for security. Mutts and Mongrels will lead you amiss. Like Barcelona in 1936.
For God and Country.
Track Name: This is Not Your Home!
This is not your home!
It’s J.P. Morgan’s.
They’re harvesting houses!
Black market body parts and organs!
Too bad about that loan!
You signed your name to that stinker!
The prices shot up!
Got you hook, line and sinker

This is our neighborhood now!

This is not your home!
It’s Jamie Dimon’s!
CHASE them all away!
Or the policeman will find em’.
Where they gonna go?
Well, its none of my business!
Let em’ drink on a corner!
LET THEM FILL UP THE PRISONS.

This is our neighborhood now!
This is the end. For you!
Track Name: Good Intentions
Is history a book of heroes and cowards names? Where do I fit in in this never ending game? Am I a Running Dog? Chasing Liberty? Or am I just chasing cars that whizz by in the street? A nagging voice says I’m just stalling. Not even listening to the millions calling. If I could change this place but not stay so comfortable would I get up and leave? Good intention pavement street.
Is history a book of comedy or tragedy? Is resistance any more than futile poetry? Am I a Running Dog? Fighting Misery? Or am I just killing time that’s slowly killing me? A nagging voice says I’m just stalling. Not even listening to the millions calling. If I could change this place but not stay so comfortable would I get up and leave? Good intention pavement street.
I think that I might hit snooze. The world seems way too dark today. I swear I’d love to help you but these blankets are in my way.
Track Name: Cat Got My Tongue
Cat got my tongue cat got my tongue cat got my tongue la, la, la, la. Cat got my tongue, Copper, but thank you for the bruises and tricks, the taste of blood in my spit, the way you over commit, the tiny bones that you split.
The feline is out of the burlap. The thick brown police rucksack. It sharpens its teeth on the big machines and shakes their bodies like a tambourine.
Cat got my tongue cat got my tongue cat got my tongue la, la, la, la. Cat got my tongue, Copper, but thank you for the collection of keys, your dedication to thieves, the trustees tickle and tease, how quick you get to your knees!
The feline is out of the burlap. The thick brown police rucksack. It sharpens its teeth on the big machines and shakes their bodies like a tambourine.
Cat got my tongue cat got my tongue cat got my tongue la, la, la, la. Cat got my tongue, Copper, but thank you for the guns and grenades! From barracks to barricades, no need to be afraid….Can you count all the bruises you gave?
Black Cats and Running Dogs!