Sunday, February 21, 2010
Rise Above
Rise Above by Black Flag
Jealous cowards try to control
Rise above
We're gonna rise above
They distort what we say
Rise above
We're gonna rise above
Try and stop what we do
Rise above
When they can't do it themselves
We are tired of your abuse
Try to stop us it's no use
Society's arms of control
Rise above
We're gonna rise above
Think they're smart
Can't think for themselves
Rise above
We're gonna rise above
Laugh at us
Behind our backs
I find satisfaction
In what they lack
We are tired of your abuse
Try to stop us it's no use
We are born with a chance
Rise above
We're gonna rise above
I am gonna have my chance
Rise above
We're gonna rise above
We are tired of your abuse
Try to stop us it's no use
Rise above
Rise above
Rise above
We're gonna rise above
We're gonna rise above
We're gonna rise above
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Yesterday I listened to Rise Above by Black Flag 20 times in a row.
I was thinking about how much crap Bikini Kill had to face just to exist and how you can turn that kind of hate into fuel.
Rise Above is the ultimate anthem for this emotion. It becomes a location, a visceral sensation, a physicality.
Resist. Rise Above. Transform the shit into rocket fuel.
Let Fury Have The Hour/ Anger Can Be Power/ Don't You Know That You Can Use It
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