last remaining cd's. Includes artwork and cloth pouch
Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
found in the church basement after 7 years...these are the last remaining cd's. I will likely never print this album again so this is it. I have at least 100 cds but maybe only 50 or so cloth pouches. First come first serve on those. The cloth silkscreen is actually from the EP pre-release and the fabric is a bit musty. Original liner notes, lyrics and artwork are included. There are a couple tracks on the cd that are not available in the download
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lyrics
"Nёmёshatàm xuwi achimёwakàn."
"Akaran Iko Iko"
We must remember our origins
If we are to find the core of sin
For Abel's blood still cries out from the ground
Can you hear that old nomad's sound?
Singing--"this is not the way back to the garden."
Akaran Iko Iko
Cain the insane
Needs to spend some time
In wilderness isolation
His children's spiral of violence
Sucking everything in
To feed the walled off blasphemous nations
So, let us be holy termites
And like Rahab, burrow into these city walls
To watch for the wild things marching
And do our part to help it all fall
Where is Egypt, Assyria, Babylon, Rome?
They are ruins in the sands of time.
Abandoned temples false gods once called home
Stones all thrown down, by the One True Vine
Christ is the vine and we are the branches
So wrap all around it and pull
When civilization is lying in ashes
Then can the garden again be full
And if you want to hear the cry from the Indians' graves
You must silence all the distractions
If you long to join in the song of the slaves
Let your apathy be burned out with action!
Akaran Iko Iko
Technology and industry and television roars
The hypnotic seductions of empirical whores
Drunk on the blood of the saints, she is fueled by our wars
Come out my people- she's falling to rise no more!
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Remember where you came from
This caravan is paradise or bust
And we must enter pain to stop being numb.
For Christ still suffers--as he confronts the world's powers
While we stay outside in the courtyard gate
Denying our involvement--to save our own skin
Will his people repent before it's too late?
It is already too late!
So if you want to hear the cry from the Indians' graves
You must silence all the distractions
And if you long to join in the song of the slaves
Let your apathy be burned out with action--
REMEMBER
There was a time when the Buffalo ran free
REMEMBER
There was once no slavery
REMEMBER
We are the ones who brought this to be
REMEMBER
What you do to the least--you do to me.
RE-MEMBER RE-MEMBER
Put the pieces back together
RE-MEMBER RE-MEMBER
The broken body of Christ--
Akaran Iko Iko
If you've only come to help me
You are wasting your time
Good intentions won't last forever
But if your liberation is bound up with mine
Then come, let us pull together
All Creation is groaning
The howls come from below
Slavemasters, shareholders, and CEOs,
Let my people go.
Once again RAIJ manage to break my heart, toy with the pieces, bare them to my face and then put them all back together again. I really wish they wouldn't do that. vykr