Posted: December 10th, 2008 | Author: pixelguerilla | Filed under: anticapitalismo | Tags: 8-bit, Anticapitalista, commie mario, Nintendo, red star, Revolution, Super Mario | Comments Off on Working Class Hero
John Lennon – Working class hero
“… As soon as youre born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if youre clever and they despise a fool
Till youre so fucking crazy you cant follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be…”
Posted: December 10th, 2008 | Author: pixelguerilla | Filed under: repressione | Tags: Alexis, Message in a bottle, Molotov, Riot, Sting | Comments Off on Message in a bottle
The Police – Message in a bottle
“… I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
Message in a bottle…”
(dedicata ad Alexis)
Posted: December 10th, 2008 | Author: pixelguerilla | Filed under: Antifascismo | Tags: Antifa, antifascismo. warriors, Baseball, Baseball furies, guerrieri della notte, smash right, Team, turn left | Comments Off on Antifa Baseball Team
Barry De Vorzon – Baseball Furies Chase
Posted: December 10th, 2008 | Author: pixelguerilla | Filed under: repressione | Tags: Acab, Benedetto XVI, Papa, Police, Pope, Ratzinger | Comments Off on ALL cops are bastards…
4Skins – ACAB
“…
Coppers come up & say what’s the matter with you?
Now they see what we can do
Next thing i knew i was in a cell
All my mates are in there as well
Acab acab acab
All cops are bastards
…”
Posted: December 10th, 2008 | Author: pixelguerilla | Filed under: Generale | Tags: dancehall, guevara, Lp record, Marcos, Marx, militant, Revolution, Soundsystem, Sun Sea Socialism | Comments Off on Lotta di Classe, Dancehall alle masse!
The Clash – Guns of Brixton
When they kick out your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun
When the law break in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting in death row
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you’ll have to answer to
Oh, Guns of Brixton…”