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Dawn of the Reds

by Workers' United Front

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Negras tormentas agitan los aires nubes oscuras nos impiden ver Aunque nos espere el dolor y la muerte contra el enemigo nos llama el deber. El bien más preciado es la libertad hay que defenderla con fe y valor. Alza la bandera revolucionaria que del triunfo sin cesar nos lleva en pos Raise the flag of the Revolution Which calls the people to emancipation Worker on your feet To the battle Reaction must be overthrow ¡A las Barricadas! ¡A las Barricadas! por el triunfo de la Confederación. To the Barricades! To the Barricades! For the triumph of the Revolution.
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The wind, it whistles, the storm, it rages, our shoes are broken, but still we march on, we march on to conquer the red spring, where one day we'll see a new sun rise. we march on to conquer the red spring, where one day we'll see a new sun rise. And if it comes that tomorrow death takes us harsh the revenge of our comrades will be you can count on swift workers' justice for the fascist, the coward, and traitor. you can count on swift workers' justice for the fascist, the coward, and traitor. The wind, it stops, the storm is calm now, partisans are coming back home, proudly blowing in the wind behind them is the red flag, forevermore. proudly blowing in the wind behind them is the red flag, forevermore. Fischia il vento e infuria la bufera, scarpe rotte e pur bisogna andar a conquistare la rossa primavera dove sorge il sol dell'avvenir. A conquistare la rossa primavera dove sorge il sol dell'avvenir.
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Everywhere that you go the streets are full of strikes boys and girls, everyone are talking higher wages boys and girls, everyone are talking higher wages Enough of breaking backs and still having to borrow call a strike comrades let's free ourselves call a strike comrades let's free ourselves Brothers and sisters, all gather round together we are strong enough to bring the tsar down Hey hey down with the police Down with the autocracy in Russia Hey Hey Daloy Politsey Down with the autocracy in Russia Sisters and brothers we can do this together Bury Nikolai along with his mother Hey hey down with the police Down with the autocracy in Russia Hey Hey Daloy Politsey Down with the autocracy in Russia Only yesterday, he pushed a garbage cart and now he's become a capitalist Hey hey down with the police Down with the autocracy in Russia Hey Hey Daloy Politsey Down with the autocracy in Russia
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Far and wide as the eye can wander Heath and bog are everywhere Not a bird sings out to cheer us Oaks are standing gaunt and bare We are the Peat Bog Soldiers We´re marching with our spades to the moor We are the Peat Bog Soldiers We´re marching with our spades to the moor Up and down the guards are marching No one, no one can go through Flight would mean a sure death facing Guns and barbed-wire greet our view We are the Peat Bog Soldiers We´re marching with our spades to the moor We are the Peat Bog Soldiers We´re marching with our spades to the moor But for is there is no complaining Winter will in time be past One day comes our liberation "Homeland, dear, you´re mine at last" No more the Peat Bog Soldiers Will go marching with our spades to the moor No more the Peat Bog Soldiers Will go marching with our spades to the moor Wir sind die Moorsoldaten und ziehen mit dem Spaten ins Moor Wir sind die Moorsoldaten und ziehen mit dem Spaten ins Moor Wir sind die Moorsoldaten und ziehen mit dem Spaten ins Moor Wir sind die Moorsoldaten und ziehen mit dem Spaten ins Moor
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Hey, mac, did ye see him as he cam doun by Gorgie Awa owre the Lammerlaw an north o the Tay? Yon man is comin an the hail toun is turnin out We're aa shair he'll win back tae Glesca the day The jiners an hauders-on are merchin fae Clydebank Come on nou an hear him he'll be owre thrang tae bide Turn out Jock an Jimmie, leave yer cranes an yer muckle gantries Great John Maclean's comin hame tae the Clyde Argyll St and London Road's the route that we're merchin The lauds frae the Broomielaw are here, tae a man! Hey Neil, whaur's yer hauderums, ye big Heilan teuchtar Get yer pipes, mate, an merch at the heid o the clan Hullo, Pat Malone, shair A knew ye'd be here, so, The red an the green, laud, we'll wear side by side Gorbals is his the day an Glesca belangs tae him Nou great John Maclean's comin hame tae the Clyde Forward tae Glesca Green we'll merch in guid order Will grips his banner weill, that boy isnae blate! Aye, weill, man, thair's Johnnie nou, that's him thair the bonnie fechter Lenin's his feir, laud, and Liebknecht's his mate Tak tent whan he's speakin for thae'll mind whit he said here In Glesca, our city, an the hail warl besides Och man the scarlet's bonnie, here's tae ye Heilan Shonie Great John Maclean's comin hame tae the Clyde Aye weill, whan it's feenisht A'll awa back tae Springburn Come hame tae yer tea, John, we'll sune hae ye fed It's hard wark the speakin, och, A'm shair he'll be tired the nicht A'll sleep on the flair, mac, an gie John the bed The hail city's quiet nou, it kens that he's restin At hame wi's Glesca freens, thair fame an thair pride The red will be worn, ma lauds, an Scotlan will rise again Nou great John Maclean has come hame tae the Clyde
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Say, there, did you hear the news? Sacco worked at trimming shoes; Vanzetti was a traveling man, Pushed his cart round with his hands. Two good men a long time gone, Sacco, Vanzetti a long time gone, Two good men a long time gone Left me here to sing this song. Sacco was born across the sea Somewhere over in Italy; Vanzetti was born of parents fine, Drank the best Italian wine. Sacco sailed the sea one day, Landed up in Boston Bay; Vanzetti sailed the ocean blue, And Ended up in Boston, too. Two good men a long time gone, Sacco, Vanzetti a long time gone, Two good men a long time gone Left me here to sing this song. Sacco was a family man Sacco's wife three children had, Vanzetti was a dreaming man, His books were always in his hand. Sacco earned his bread and butter Being the factory's best shoe cutter; Vanzetti spoke both day and night, Showing the people how to fight. Two good men a long time gone, Sacco, Vanzetti a long time gone, Two good men a long time gone Left me here to sing this song. I'll tell you if you ask me 'Bout the payroll robbery; Two clerks shot by the shoe factory On the street in South Braintree. Judge, he told his friends around He would put them damn old rebels down; Anarchist bastards was the name The judge he gave these two fine men. Two good men a long time gone, Sacco, Vanzetti a long time gone, Two good men a long time gone Left me here to sing this song. Vanzetti docked here in '98; He slept along a dirty street, Showed the people how to organize And on the electric chair he dies. All us people oughta be Just like Sacco and Vanzetti; And every day find some ways to fight On the union side for workers' rights. Two good men a long time gone, Sacco, Vanzetti a long time gone, Two good men a long time gone Left me here to sing this song.
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1, 2, 3, 4, the unemployed are more and more factories shut down last year closed their doors and left us here machines lie cold, covered with dust months pass, they begin to rust we march on along this road unemployed out in the cold unemployed out in the cold 1, 2, 3, 4, the unemployed are more and more without clothes and without home make our bead of earth and loam running out of food to eat we're out of bread and out of meat water precious, tastes like wine drink it down for now we're fine drink it down for now we're fine 1, 2 ,3, 4, the unemployed are more and more for many years we've slaved in vain suffered for the bosses' gain we built cities and countries but not for you and not for me comrades, what did we get back but hunger, eviction, and the sack hunger, eviction, and the sack 1, 2, 3, 4, this is what we're fighting for the unemployed march hand in hand singing out across the land that the working class will have its day in a world that we fought to free unemployment, shame, and greed: we will all make history and we will all make history
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They poured across the borders I was cautioned to surrender But I am not afraid I took my gun and vanished I have changed my name so often I have lost my wife and children But I have many friends All the oppressed of the world An old woman gave us shelter Kept us hidden in the attic But then the fascists came She died without a whisper There were three of us this morning And I'm the only one this ev'ning But I must go on Frontiers are my prison Oh the winds, the wind is blowing Thru the graves the wind is blowing Freedom soon will come! Then we'll come from the shadow.
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Venceremos, venceremos, mil cadenas habrá que romper, venceremos, venceremos, la miseria sabremos vencer. Desde el hondo crisol de la patria se levanta el clamor popular. Ya se anuncia la nueva alborada, todo Chile comienza a cantar. Recordando al soldado valiente, cuyo ejemplo lo hiciera inmortal, enfrentemos primero a la muerte, traicionar a la patria jamás. Venceremos, venceremos, mil cadenas habrá que romper, venceremos, venceremos, la miseria sabremos vencer. Campesinos, soldados, mineros, la mujer de la patria también, estudiantes, empleados y obreros, cumpliremos con nuestro deber. Sembraremos las tierras de gloria, socialista será el porvenir. Todos juntos seremos la historia, a cumplir, a cumplir, a cumplir. Venceremos, venceremos, mil cadenas habrá que romper, venceremos, venceremos, la miseria sabremos vencer.
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Come all you colliers who work down the mine From Scotland to South Wales, from Teesdale to Tyne I'll sing you a song of the pound-a-week rise And the men who were fooled by the government's lies And it's down you go, down below, Jack Where you never see the sky And you're working in a dungeon For a pound-a-week rise Down in nineteen-sixty, a few years ago The mineworkers' leaders to Lord Robens did go Sayin', We work very hard, every day we risk our lives And we ask you here and now for a pound-a-week rise And it's down you go, down below, Jack Where you never see the sky And you're working in a dungeon For a pound-a-week rise And it's up spoke Lord Robens, and he made this decree When the output rises then with you I will agree To raise up all your wages and I'll give to you fair pay For I was once a miner, and I worked hard in my day And it's down you go, down below, Jack Where you never see the sky And you're working in a dungeon For a pound-a-week rise So the miners they went home, they worked hard and well Their lungs they filled with coal dust from the bosom o' hell The output rose by fifteen, eighteen per cent and more And when two years had passed and gone it rose above a score And it's down you go, down below, Jack Where you never see the sky And you're working in a dungeon For a pound-a-week rise Then the miners they went to get their hard-won prize To ask Lord Robens for their pound-a-week rise Robens wouldn't give a pound, he wouldn't give ten bob He gave them seven-and-six and said, Get back to your job And it's down you go, down below, Jack Where you never see the sky And you're working in a dungeon For a pound-a-week rise And it's down you go, down below, Jack Where you never see the sky And you're working in a dungeon For a pound-a-week rise So come all you colliers, take heed what I say Don't believe the Coal Board when they say they'll give fair play They'll tell you to work hard to make the output rise You get pie in the sky instead of a one-pound rise

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Workers' United Front is a studio project band composed of a musical united front of socialists and anarchists that record traditional labor, revolutionary, socialist, and progressive anthems in punk and ska styles. All of the band's share of the proceeds from the sale of this album will be split among the different political organizations that the band members support.

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released September 14, 2008

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