SLRPNK Music

I'm waitin' for my dad

I'm waitin' for my dad

I'm waiting by the tunnel of the plant today, but he's gone good lord he's gone

Those union boys have left the line

Those union boys have left the line

They walked out of the plant today, they're standing at the gate

The Governor sent the National Guard

The Governor sent the National Guard

The Guard came out to beat 'em down, but they stood good lord their ground

Mama said they'd be alright

Mama said they'd be alright

I cried out for my dad today, and she stayed in my room all night

The freeway's littered with trash

That freeway's littered with trash

Pulled a 16 penny nail out of my tire last night, got a window of broken glass

My working shoes are combat boots

My working shoes are combat boots

We stood toe to toe on the street today,?????

Well the end came overnight

Well the end came overnight

From behind the desk they called us down, he said

"Why don't you guys go back inside..."

Then we talked about the news

Then we talked about the news

Cuttin' down hogs where we mourn our loss, was wonderin' who the enemy was

I'm waitin' for my dad

Well I'm waitin' for my dad

I'm waiting by the tunnel of the plant today, but he's gone good lord he's...

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The female vocalist is serving time in Belarus for her anti-military and anti-police posts on Instagram.

ABC search for Kristina Cherenkova

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A leaf comes flying to you
Lies down on your foot
And it brings you from above
Greetings from the Lizzards
Did you get our paper?
We sent it yesterday
Hey, yes, we thought of you
How you are trapped and see that things will be different
Roses, avocado, palm trees, violets, hyacinths
You won't be able to find the entrance to your drive-in anymore
Gray concrete becomes green forest
Lizzard gang raid, pollen everywhere
Flower Group, as well as the Blue Man Group (BMG)
How are our flowers? They flower well (of course)
Leaflets, not paper airplanes
Lizzard Gang, us again, mh, mh
And we throw these seeds off the roof
As the trees grow, leaflets fly again
Resistance in a colorless city
Nature has not lost, all is well, sister
And if they build a concrete jungle
you see us climbing onto the roofs with watering cans
No Balenciaga shirt, no Bottega Veneta shoes
Dad, I am a flower and I stand by it
My terrorist crew replaces the murder weapons with poppies
We're getting more plants into board positions
It's drive-by when we cycle through bigwig avenues
We throw nettle seeds onto your English lawn
We sneak onto the tracks in the shadow of the building
When the train crosses your path, it's covered in ivy, ah
We'll slash the tires on your lawnmower
We want growth, but we are not investors
We want to see green when you look from orbit
We're bringing back the 80s, the ones before Christ
And we throw these seeds off the roof
As the trees grow, leaflets fly again
Resistance in a colorless city
Nature has not lost, all is well, sister
And if they build a concrete jungle
you see us climbing onto the roofs with watering cans
Lizzard Gang, Alligatoah
Love is in the air, Aviator
Keep scattering flowers like a flower child
Come with me, I'll show you where the flowers are
Lizzard Gang, Alligatoah
Love is in the air, Aviator
Keep scattering flowers like a flower child
Come with me, I'll show you where the flowers are
And we throw these seeds off the roof
As the trees grow, leaflets fly again
Resistance in a colorless city
Nature has not lost, all is well, sister
And if they build a concrete jungle
you see us climbing onto the roofs with watering cans
Leaflets (Without Word), Leaflets (Without Word)

Lyric via Nacktgranate

Ghost Producer aka Badawi aka Raz Mesinai aka Sub Dub

 Palestine born, NYC raised artist, musician (percussion, flute, piano), producer (Sub Dub, Ghost Producer, Psy Co among many others) and film composer Raz Mesinai (aka The Ghost Producer). The first versions began in the late 80s (as The Bedouin) under the PSY Co umbrella, then on Ruff Riddim Productions (cassette), and the legendary punk/dub label ROIR. Badawi has been featured in many block buster films, including Black Hawk Down, The Wrestler and The Truth About Charlie, and is credited as influencing the "Illbient Scene" of the 90's. Raz is also the founder of the Underground Producers Alliance, the premier artist development agency in NYC, providing customized education in music production, sound engineering and live performance, along with Scotty Hard, HoneyChild Coleman, HPrizm, Prince Paul and many others.

In place of warm is green glass,
In place of fire is smoke.
From calender taken the day.
The red sun burning to ashes,
Day burns with it.
The ray falling on the flaming city.

Our hearts require the changes,
Our eyes require the changes,
Into our laugh and our tears,
And into pulse of veins
Changes!
We are waiting for changes.

Our day goes to electric light
And matchbox is empty.
But in the kitchen in blue colour burns the gas.
Cigarettes in hands, cup of tea on the table,
It's simple plan.
And there isn't something else, everything inside of us.

Our hearts require the changes,
Our eyes require the changes,
Into our laugh and our tears,
And into pulse of veins
Changes!
We are waiting for changes.

We can't be proud of wisdom of eyes
And of skilful gestures,
We don't need it to understand each other.
Cigarettes in hands, tea on the table,
It all came back to where it had started
And suddenly we afraid of changing something.

Our hearts require the changes,
Our eyes require the changes,
Into our laugh and our tears,
And into pulse of veins
Changes!
We are waiting for changes.