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Whistleblowers

by Alt Track

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1.
WHISTLEBLOWERS: Back with a sound and a rhyme 1, 2, Construct like a ship in a bottle, O the march, in line to the drum, Got my war paint on like the battle it has just begun. Kill me, fill me, shake me, break me, Teach me a lesson about the fake me, Mask on, mask off, a fiction from the bottom to the top. (I've) I got a little tip on a new thing, Encrypted like a knot in a shoe string, Reminder to the old world masters, The pros have gotta catch up with the amateurs. (They say) no wonder it's out of our hands, (They say) we built a world we don't understand, (They say) let the people do what their told, 22 years old when she gave the weight back to the world. There's no redemption. Will my saviour be a friend to me? Call it aiding the enemy. There's no prevention. As finite as the fire in the heart, Of a crumbling empire's detention centre. Hey listen close here man, There is something i don't understand. You hand their fate to a secret trial, Or a cuban bay left rotting on remand. Stand up. Now is the time to be blowing the whistle, informing the people. Ask the question who's being protected? Making you safer, reading your messages. Well they're protecting themselves. And they're protecting wealth. They'll protect what they've got, They're conserving the pile while they sit comfortably at the top If you've got secrets, now's the time to tell them. We're all ears to what you got to show us, This one's for you, This one's for the Whistleblowers.
2.
THIS IS OUR PUNK ROCK: Yo when i was born, Into tales of trial and scorn, Heard the voice of a riot, a storm, Learnt over obstacle and injury to Glide with ability, to fly with agility, The line between sky and sea, Their crime is a fallacy, They make a place for their enemies, Let me show you what it means to me. This is our punk rock, I heard the movement's heart stop when i sat back to watch Clocked and drop it, like we could never stop, Or be afraid of change, the future's unchained, unclaimed, Like a rage fueled animal, such a mechanical response to a mind at odds with itself, I'm feeling sick from standing still, the crowd stood frozen like those statues on the hill, I don't think we've thought this through but of course we're going to change the world 'cos what else can we do? It's killing us all, it's killing us all, I've got my hands tied back against the wall, But the masses stand tall Don't act like we already lost it, There's no need to take the power back if we already got it, Clock it, drop it, tell it again and again, Till you make your man step down fall in line with a bitter trend. It doesn't matter if you called him a friend, When the system's on a lock down then it will not relent But what's this? Another Prince out to take the piss? A razor tongue slits the wrist of a broken promise. I've got couple more reasons to be here, Like not trying to fear change, gotta change fear. See here. Tell it again and again, The lie runs faster than the truth it's a shame. Till you really don't know what to believe except the world's a twisted place, but it won't twist me. This is our Punk Rock, I heard the movement's heart stop when i sat back to watch.
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LIFE TO LEAD One man rests whilst another man fights to the death in a town neglected by the west whilst a boy with a head full of fear catches shells in a nation not conquered in years i, sit on a bench, feeling broken and diminished. cursing every penny wasted, every drink i couldn't finish. this city's at its limits, these cramped conditions seem to be dampening spirits i personify the sun and sky each moment that it hits me, every sentence is a city and in a world made of words this one is full of bad grammar, don't be taken in by the romance and the glamour people gathered to be hammered screaming "death from above" can't you see the middle ground has been stolen from us? in a world where the war speaks more than the scornful voice of its tragic victim we've all got a life to lead how long will it take till we get what we need it's a sign of the time when a kid can't be hid from a truth that exists she gave me a glimpse and it nearly made me believe the oasis exists it's a sign of the time when a tablets a shortcut to bliss i'm just waiting for your name to become meaningless it's a sign of the time when a kid helps to smash up the street where he lives they say he's got no voice but that don't bother him boredom landed him in trouble (geezer's need excitement) but that got smashed in a flash with the glass under feet that had fell to the street and when the days complete it was at least a release and he could feel his heart beat beating, singing we've all got a life to lead how long will it take till we get what we need well this ain't how the story ends when there's no telling enemies from friends mistrust breeds mistrust and they don't give a fuck about a causal connection if the head-lines up reason is down on its knees, blaming the symptom for the disease, you can believe what you want, that's fine, if you know it ain't real
4.
TAKING THE EDGE OFF Gotta stay true to the ghost that's inside of you view from the side of the road unfolds in this new time zone, we got a challenge on our hands like this line of police with their chain of command, i'm restless, if border's too high to cross i'm gonna blame every arrow till the gain fades to loss you can see miles from the top of that tree tell me there's rest for the wicked in the land of the free i'm taking the edge off a bad day, a bad place a bad dream cross to the side of the road there's a sign for a portal invites mere mortals to stare every ex-lovers there, conversing in verses a hearse and an absence of curses care for the weather report? we glide through time like a season repeating in cycles if bicycle spokes could hum notes, this valley might shake till it breaks and the island is broke so i'm taking the edge off a bad day, a bad place a bad dream walk. until you get the sense in your bones you don't know the direction of home i'm miles on already and we should have prepared our goodbyes now it's too late for lies i saw in you what i only recognised from myself if the health of the core's long gone then it's goodbye for now, and god knows it's futile but if there's a finish line i'll see you if there's a finish line i'll see you it might just be the race that we been through but facing the facts ain't an act to undo.
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CITY TRIPPIN saintly stations stretching from the stars hanging over me dancing through each district no regard for its history every street's unnamed til it sees a little victory every time's unclaimed til it's grabbed by me, manically, laughing at the crackheads with their question begging decadence screaming at the sky without a referent, elephant in the room, staring at the lines on my palms i've got no qualms sound the alarm i'm lost without a vision, every step taken forward realising more that life's a solo mission i've heard your proposition, heard it a million times, i've heard what you call real talk it isn't city trippin, love letter to a life in opposition to the things your friends accepted as a given written not in blood, sweat or tears, not fears for signals given, nothing but experiments in living i've got a present to buy, and a future to sell scream invincibility to every past misery i've got a night time of life line left until the morning comes i'll be laughing quite defiantly, accepting or denying the reality night time is the only time to see this rich man's playground poor man's workhouse lost man's compound i'm gliding through it's veins like an unchained melody features lost to me, northbound frequency i've got a present to buy, and a future to sell

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'Whistleblowers' - The new EP from Alt Track. Nov, 2013.

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released November 15, 2013

Alt Track are:
Micky Dey & Pete Williams

Guest performers -
Kurt Wood - Electric Guitar
Martha Cecilia - Vocals on Life To Lead
Barney Boom - Vocals on This Is Our Punk Rock

Produced and mixed by Alt Track & Kurt Wood
All songs written by Alt Track, apart from 'How Lucky', by John Prine.
Published by Bomber Music Ltd. 2013

Artwork design by Jon Simmons (www.jonsimmonsdesign.co.uk) based on an original photo by Mark Williams.

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Alt Track Bradford, UK

Hey, we're Alt Track, a touring punk band meshing together elements of punk rock, drum & bass, spoken word and hip-hop. We've been playing together since 2007, played over 200 gigs, released our debut album, 'Silence Is Approval' back in 2009, moved to London, moved back to Bradford, and are now back on the road. ... more

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