Life Without

by Militant Dove

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Blue Luster 04:39
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BLUE LUSTER Bolema 2003   Ecstasy cannot be captured in a pill. Energy is free.   Why can’t you make your mind up and take my eyes from this kind of crime? You just feel the choir. I live and you’re my pity while I’m looking down your shirt.   Ecstasy cannot be captured in a pill. Energy is free. Repeat the vote! Rejoice the thought.  World, I dare confess I’ll be so enraged till I find I’m living in the city the seventh time I say goodnight.   Repeat the vote! Rejoice the thought.  World, I dare confess I’ll be so enraged till I find I ain’t really leaving no, I’ll live on and on  
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Your Sorry Ass 05:00
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YOUR SORRY ASS Beefbone Music 2003   The end is easy, yeah, and it all came true. The boring WMDs leveled it, and we don’t worry anymore. Leave the VD love nest, leave lovely, and the mellow melody dough. Roll up the day behind me. Long may the peon yawn, but don’t call me gone. While you sit on your sorry ass. Love it or leave it in he blood knew. The lazy leg came bowed. Over any mortar man at least he’s due leverage feeble and old. Leave the leaving, don’t let the dead ones see in me. You let the neighbor in, and now poor, let Audrey use the bodette and the meat, and the meat, and the meat. While you sit on your sorry ass.   Down the line there’s a diva dancing, in the know of a legion missing. Love locked, put away, the end in me pulling for a reason. Yeah they will like it, long-lived contempt, my front door. Oh Hollywood busstop. River deep crap drop. While you sit on your sorry ass.
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Path of the Radar 03:44
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PATH OF THE RADAR Beefbone Music 2003     OIL BURNIN A HOLE IN THE SKY KIDS LOOKING FOR A NICE PLACE TO DIE NO PEACE IN THE PATH OF THE RADAR RIDE ON, RIDE ON LITTLE ONE   HEAR HIS PAIN DRIFTING ACROSS THE PLAIN TETRACYCLIN DRAIN MODERATION    REVOLUTION   THE BLACK TIDE ROLLS IN FROM THE SEA THE FISH AIN'T FIT FOR HUMAN NEED EVERYBODY DIES THE FROGS WOKE UP THE BIRDS SHINE ON THE PILLARS OF THE RICH   EVEN I HAVE SOME FEELINGS WHEN THE TIDE HITS THE CIELING   BETTER WATCH THE TIME IF YOU'RE WALKING ON MY SIDE BRIDE OF THE SPACIOUS AISLE WHO YOU KNOW WILL CRACK A SMILE MY PAIN IS  YOUR PAIN MY BRAIN IS YOUR BRAIN   MY PAIN IS YOUR BRAIN   HEAR HIS PAIN DRIFTING ACROSS THE PLAIN TETRACYCLIN FAME REVOLUTION   MODERATION  
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Race Card 03:36
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RACE CARD Beefbone Music 2003   We are all niggers, white, black, yellow, red and brown. All niggers, paying homage to the crown. We are all niggers, forced underground by the beast with a thousand faces, the families that dominate the races.   We are all niggers. Urban, suburban, rent, own, labor, management, beautiful, ugly, teacher, student, immigrant, naturalized militant dove. All niggers to the thousand families, and you know what that means:   We all niggers gotta wake up. Rise up together and shake up this melting pot.   We are all niggers, scared of our own shadow, all niggers, afraid of getting lynched, or ending up on the streets, or having to live like a nigger. Got nothin’ to do with luck. All niggers, chasing a buck, hoping for help from a helpless Uncle Sam. But I am Uncle Sam! My ass!   We are all niggers, covering our own ass, watching out the other niggers don’t get our stuff. A paycheck away from the street, afraid to feel the beat, defeated from the get-go. All niggers, red, yellow, white, brown, smart, stupid, uptown, downtown – all niggers to the thousand families, and you know what that means:   We all niggers gotta wake up. Rise up together and shake up this melting pot   We are all niggers, and that’s not just a word, it’s a lifestyle, brother, the nature of the herd. All niggers share just one word:  BOSS. Niggers are afraid of revolution.   We all niggers gotta wake up. Rise up together and shake up this melting pot
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Capitalist Swine 04:45
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CAPITALIST SWINE Bolema 1989 Capitalist swine look out! Your days are numbered. Your numbers are few. Your power is paper.    It tears, crumples and burns. Look out profit slime! Your motives are evil, you’re no friend of mine. Your technology is superficial. Your time is over.   Move over! Retreat!   Move over capitalist swine or your blood will flow. Your can run, but you can’t hide. You think, but you don’t know. Give it up! Now it’s mine! Your strategy is clear: retreat or face the masses.   Move over!   This country is bankrupt. That’s what you get for having a war economy and no war. Bankrupt. Emotionally. Frantic with capitalist nihilism. Bankrupt, body and soul. Nowhere to go but down.   The system has betrayed the courageous middle class. They are pissed, stuck in the middle, after all that work.   Move over!
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The Numbers 07:09
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WE HAVE THE NUMBERS Bolema 2003 We have the numbers. They have the money. They have the guns. They have the land. They have the authority. They have production means. They have the power. They the media. They have technology. They the authority. They the earth and sky. They the leisure time. They have the water. They set the context. They the agenda. They the museums. They have the media. They the authority. They the production means. They have the future. They the authority. They the resources. They the war machine. They the technology. Eminent domain.
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He Left on a Hog 04:11
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HE LEFT ON A HOG Bolema His head nog filled with mature gin road and pike come blind men doing it. Unilateral, the head in the bedroom. The bullet intrudes and the friend kick is head in. He left on a hog. Knocked up locked down hard time party town. Dean and McQueen Fonda looking clean Hopper fiend. Hands numb gonna cum just a bum better run. Cell block in early May orders from the DA. He left on a hog. Long Beach tattoos beat the clock fuck the rules. Take pride got your back murder one life rap. Corcoran Pelican Bay Folsom and Tehachapi. Twenty years of prison and they put you on the day shift. He left on a hog. In Maveg Finland tuned in went to see his mom and the bath and the kitchen. Camped out on the floor laid never knowing that Rhonda backed out shut down in Norway. He left on a hog. In Mama lives a rattle. Mama shakes in the glow of the midnight battle. Dream along now more in the main now. Rev it up. Tear around. Mid-day mind bound. He left on a hog.
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Needle in a Haystack 05:18
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NEEDLE IN A HAYSTACK Bolema 2003 He struck fear in the neighborhood. Then he disappeared, understood. Needle in a haystack. Families discuss magazines. In a clod they trust, in god jeans. Needle in a haystack. Watch out for the secret fleece. No doubt it’s the noblesse. Needle in a haystack. Watch out, in the neighborhood. Watch out, it’s understood. Needle in a haystack.

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First release from band Militant Dove

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released June 6, 2007

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Beefbone Music Freestone, California

Beefbone was schooled in Detroit in the seventies.
In Los Angeles, fronted The Butchers throughout the eighties/nineties.
Indie pioneer with NotOwn Records since 1984.
Recorded seminal hit "Justiceville" with Ice T.
Ran for California State Assembly 2002.
Teaches prison inmates in the SF Bay area. ... more

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