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Please share this comp widely & feel free to pay more than the minimum for the tracks you purchase. All proceeds go directly to the Committee Against Political Repression (nopoliticalrepression.wordpress.com/donate/), which was set up by the resisters and their friends prior to their incarceration.
This compilation will be continuously developing, so If you'd like to donate a track to be added onto it, please visit j.mp/muimsaynothing

Mostly, though, share! share! share! There are three people, accused of absolutely nothing, who are currently incarcerated & who could potentially remain that way for as long as 36 months. Raising the visibility of these proceedings could potentially mitigate the state's coercive aggression against these resisters.

some background:
Political repression and intimidation are afoot in the Pacific Northwest. They appear to be aimed at stifling the effective recent organizing efforts (in the form of street actions, foreclosure defense, land struggles, etc) of anarchist and direct-action social movements. A series of raids on houses in Portland, Tacoma, Olympia, and Seattle have culminated in a number of extremely shady grand jury subpoenas in what appears to be a fishing expedition for information on political dissidents. The individuals subpoenaed have been organized from the get-go and are all adopting a principled-but-risky strategy of non-compliance. Three witnesses subpoenaed for this Grand Jury are now in federal custody under civil contempt charges (UPDATE: as of 2/28 @ 4pm Matt & KTeeo are being released from custody! As of 4/11 Maddy Pfeiffer has been released! Jerry Koch of NYC is now being coercively incarcerated for refusing to cooperate with a grand jury under similar circumstances) for remaining silent before the Grand Jury. They need whatever support we can offer them in the form of letters (pastebin.com/gHEjt2V1 ), books, solidarity actions, & efforts to raise the visibility of their incarceration. Grand juries operate in complete secrecy, don’t screen jurors for bias, don’t respect normal evidence rules (rules that prohibit irrelevant, unreliable or unlawfully obtained evidence), have no judge present (prosecutor runs the proceedings), & don’t allow a subpoenaed witness to have a defense attorney in the room. This investigation has also been publicly condemned by scholars, writers, and artists including the likes of Noam Chomsky and David Graeber.

more information on this situation: nopoliticalrepression.wordpress.com & year0.org/2012/10/22/for-the-pacific-northwest-grand-jury-resisters/
more information on grand juries: grandjuryresistance.org/grandjuries.html
advice from the National Lawyers' Guild on dealing with Grand Juries, FBI, & other Police Agents: www.nlg.org/resource/know-your-rights/you-have-right-remain-silent
other information & updates on solidarity actions etc.: saynothing.noblogs.org

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released 19 October 2012

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Track Name: Strife (Thought Crime Collective) - Freedom
Intro: What you risk determines what you value

Verse 1:

Shell-shocked I’ve been through protest warzones
Got battle-scars on my mind & more than a few broken bones
hit with night-sticks til I’ve bled spoken poems
Left in the cold and froze, STILL it ain’t over though
Don’t switch sides, Hit the front-lines, get off the ropes
The going gets rough, I’ll get tough, won’t just blow smoke
Put my body on the line, it’s do or die, blow the chrome at those hording dough til the overthrow
While Suits & Ties, rule and divide,
Whose got control of ya mind, you decide
I’m Risking life and limb for my beliefs
Never give up, never give in to corporate cannibal schemes
Defend the mountains, the seas, the animals, the trees
Fight for the poor, pigs closing the door, we’re demanding the keys

Hook:

STAND UP, for what you believe in
WAKE THE FUCK UP, we spent too long sleeping
SPRAY EM UP, WALL STREET [THIEVES] LEFT US BLEEDING
BREAK THE HAND-CUFFS, STEAL BACK YOUR FREEDOM

Verse 2:

I’m a man of integrity,
I won’t just let it be
We don’t hang together,
We’ll hang separately,
For revolt, I got the recipe
fight back collectively,
in the open and clandestinely
Outspoken til the death of me
Ya choking,’ Give the rich a vasectomy
Soak em, since they hijacked the necessities
Stole our lasting legacy,
aimed at our backs with weaponry
Left us to freeze horrendously
Shortened our life expectancy
Destroy self-esteem to control us mentally,
In the streets, on the job… or in the penitentiaries
We’ve been getting robbed… for mother-fuckin centuries
Once upon a time, we overthrew kings and dynastys
Now corporate tyrants rule behind the scenes quietly
They buy off politicians, and crush movements violently
Every dollar we give em, funds financial piracy,
They prey on passivity, twist the knife and fire me
Silence is complicity when the accrue property privately,
…no room for accountability…
They bury our urgency in the tomb of stability
So consumed with security ya hand over ya liberty
Free yaself from mental slavery, resist physically
The rich won’t surrender wealth willingly
toss the nobility in a guillotine, for their tyranny

Hook:

STAND UP, for what you believe in
WAKE THE FUCK UP, we spent too long sleeping
SPRAY EM UP, WALL STREET [THIEVES] LEFT US BLEEDING
BREAK THE HAND-CUFFS, STEAL BACK YOUR FREEDOM

Verse 3:

I’m a black block militant,
Wild, & free-spirited
A hell raising, Maverick, and a drastic lyricist
They’ll call me crazy and savage cause I’m passionate and serious
An outcast inverting the fascist pyramid
A different cast of characters,
Pushing the master’s narrative
Don’t trust the markets heartless math we’ve inherited
I’m a truth-teller, a warrior, a rebel, why they fearin this
I’m peerless, it’s blowback, spitting hard facts
Gotta think fast, theres a target on my back
Monopoly has spread, so I’ll go father than the rest
cause
Property is theft, so now your martyrs are dead
Business is government, governments a business
Nothing left,
but a gun to our head
and a rope around our necks
Use our fear of violent death
To rule us till our dying breath,
I won’t stay silent in check,
I cheat the reaper laugh in death’s face,
Even when getting dragged to an early grave,

We got nothing to lose but our chains, and the world to gain"