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Kotwica
11:38
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Today is the day
For us to fight
Tomorrow is the day
For truth
Today is the day
For death to bleed
For fires to relish
The flesh
Today is the day
For the endgame
Victorious
We are the privileged
Victorious
We are the witnesses
Vainglorious
They will perish in the streets
Ignominious
They will die by our own hands
Kept me in port as the lightning flashed
Victorious
We are the privileged
Victorious
Today is the day
For us to fight
Tomorrow is the day
For truth
Today is the day
For us to fight
Tomorrow is the day
For truth
In life
In life, he was my anchor
I am awake in university
I am lying on my bed staring at the wall
The sun casts shadows through the window
I am alone, drawing an anchor in a storm
And in the dream I am on my own
Where the struggle is only in my head
And all the ideas remain ideas
And I can be who I was before this began
Victorious
Victorious
Victorious
We are the witnesses
Vainglorious
They will perish in the streets
Victorious
We are the privileged
Victorious
We are the witnesses
Victorious
We are the privileged
Ignominious
They will die by our hands
They will die by our hands
Today is the day
For us to fight
Tomorrow is the day
For truth
Today is the day
For us to fight
Tomorrow is the day
For truth
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2. |
Our Education 1939
03:47
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Our education
It brought us together
Sown under Occupation
We were one fecundation
Under fertile cover of school
We learned to build hand grenades
Learned violence and sabotage
Learned to use intelligence
Learned that the free mind sings
Gaining power from the truth
And how to kill a Nazi spy
This was our education
We learned to hone the art of death
Learned violence and sabotage
And how to kill a Nazi spy
This was our education
We learned to hone the art of death
Learned to use intelligence
Learned that the free mind sings
Gaining power from the truth
In knowledge of one's own fears
And the solidarity
We gathered between us
Gaining power from the truth
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I. House of the Professors
The whole of it
I never really knew
Though there was some chemistry
Even in my family
When it came to artistry
Organically I plied my fingers
And I etched with chalk in grease
Drawing a universe of mermaids
This is the only history left
This is the tale of a white stork
In days past we went sailing
In sync off the amber coast
He was father
And I was his daughter
He – the respected chemist
I – his mermaid with smeared hands
Trapped underneath the lightning
Professorship
A ship that has no port
Professing all my yearning
To a ghost who blithely haunts
The bleak house on Dzielna Street
Where they took him from the prison cell
And they shot him through to death
Trapped together, a nightmare
Capsized in the freezing blue
Here the dead live
So do watch their ashes closely
Ashes scattered by the enemy
Forgotten
Here the dead live
Forgotten by the glorified
And sanctified – But we will avenge
This is the only history left
My hands are clean
You can hear me breathing
Behold the Mermaid of Warsaw
All I touch is sabotaged
You can hear me breathing
I draw the winds closer now
I squall across the balance of death
II. Józef the Cop
Józef, did you know your neighbors?
Yes, I knew what they were hiding
But, Józef, they had children in there
Yes, but they had changed their names
Józef, did you work the Ghetto?
Only when I needed money
Józef, did you help the Germans?
I helped no one but myself
You were busy there in school
For me, no such luxury
So when they offered money
I sacrificed my conscience
The Jews would not have lasted
We all knew this was the case
And if it had not been me
Then it would have been someone else
Józef, you are breaking my heart
Then you never should have loved me
Józef, you have blood on your hands
We all have blood on our hands
Józef, you are the enemy
So you know the enemy’s heart
Józef, join us and be redeemed
Too late, I am broke apart
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4. |
Small Sabotage
10:42
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Sing with me tonight for Elżbieta who was shot
And let’s raise a glass to her memory
With warmth in our hearts
Let’s take to the streets
And tear down every Nazi poster
From the Ghetto to the Old Town
We’ll paint turtles all the way down
And leave invites to hell for the Nazis
Meet me by the factory wall
After you’ve wasted the day away
After you’ve wasted the day away
After you’ve wasted the day away
Meet me by the factory wall
After school, we sent letters to the security forces
Claiming to have seen some Germans collaborating
With Poles whose names we made up
Tonight, I’m visiting with Andrzej’s mother
I’ve a note that he wrote her from prison
He says men were taken to the edge of the forest
And never returned
And never returned
Tomorrow we’ll tear down their flags
For what they did to Poniatowski
After we’ve wasted the day away
After we’ve wasted the day away
And we’ll play Tango Milonga
On commandeered German megaphones
They tried to steal Copernicus
Claim him by decree as one of their own
But Dawidowski and his gang
Gifted laughs to the Varsovians
After school, let’s take rifles to the underground armory
Whisper the new password and scan the busy sidewalk
For SS dressed like all death
Tonight, I’m visiting with Cibor’s brother
I’ve a note for them to read in their cell
It says men were taken to the edge of the forest
And never returned
And never returned
And never returned
And never returned
And never returned
And never returned
You can battle fear with humor
And you can seal then a grave with a kiss
And then even on nights like this
You’ll have a joke and a good reason
To no longer waste your day away
To no longer waste your day away
And so, sing with me tonight for Andrzej who was shot
And let’s raise a glass to his memory
With warmth in our hearts
Let’s take to the streets
And tear down every Nazi poster
From the Ghetto to the Old Town
And we will not waste our day away
And we will not waste our day away
And we will not waste our day away
And we will not waste our day away
And we will not waste our day away
And we will not waste our day away
And we will not waste our day away
And we will not waste our day away
And never returned
And never returned
And never returned
And never returned
And never returned
And never returned
And never returned
And we will not waste our day away
And we will not waste our day away
And we will not waste our day away
And we will not waste our day away
And we will not waste our day away
And so, sing with me tonight for Andrzej who was shot
And let’s raise a glass to his memory
With warmth in our hearts
Let’s take to the streets
And tear down every Nazi poster
From the Ghetto to the Old Town
And for Cibor who was shot
Let’s raise a glass
And let’s take to the streets
And tear down every Nazi poster
From the Ghetto to the Old Town
We’ll paint turtles all the way down
Designate lamp posts for the Nazi necks
And we will not waste our day away
And we will not waste our day away
And we will not waste our day away
And we will not waste our day away
And we will not waste our day away
And we will not waste our day away
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I. Arresting Propaganda
If it were not for this gag
My voice would bellow
Through the halls of Hell
Through shattered Heaven
Through the bowels of Death
If it were not for this gun
Did we have neighbors who gave up their neighbors?
We did not collaborate, but did some of them collaborate?
Did we have neighbors who gave up their neighbors?
We did not collaborate, but did some of them collaborate?
Who among us are collaborators?
Who among us are gory sycophants?
Who among us are unworthy bigots?
Who among us are the opportunists?
If it weren’t for this flogging
My body would rise
To the mountaintop
To the highest cloud
To the source of light
If it weren’t for the torture
I would eat dinner
But I’ve been a saboteur, I’m a scout
I’ve been arrested, I will surely die
But I will not let myself lose my hope
Who all among us are losing their hope?
I won’t lose hope
Will I lose hope?
II. Cruel Fate
Cruel, cruel fate
Cruel, cruel fate
Cruel, cruel fate
Cruel, cruel fate
Cruel, cruel fate
Cruel, cruel fate
Cruel, cruel fate
Cruel, cruel fate
Cruel, cruel fate
Cruel, cruel fate
Cruel, cruel fate
Cruel, cruel fate
Cruel, cruel fate
Cruel, cruel fate
Cruel, cruel fate
Cruel, cruel fate
Cruel, cruel fate
Cruel, cruel fate
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26008 (Numbers)
10:12
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I know, I don’t know
Anymore
I know, I don’t know
But I
I did not give anyone up
I held my own
I held my own
They did, they did not
Let up at all
But I, I did not
Give anyone up
In Pawiak
I held my own
I held my own
I don’t know
Anyone
Taking a train
To terminus
Straining my eyes
I saw the smoke
I did not show any fear
And then I saw nothing
You can rip my arms
From their sockets
You can bash my eyes
And take my shoes
So, bloody my nose
And shave my hair
Give me a number
And kill my god
We suffer as one
I know, now I know
Everything
We die together
I know, now I know
Number our lives
They did, they did not
Know this at all
But I, I will not
In death forget
I know, now I know
Murderers
I know, now I know
Genocide
They did, they did not
Ever think twice
But I, I will not
Ever forget
Number my life
Number my name
Number my grave
We are numbers
We suffer as one
We die together
Number our lives
Number our names
Number our graves
I know, now I know
All you’ve done
But I, I will not
In death forget
I know, now I know
Genocide
Genocide
Genocide
Number my life
Number my name
Number my grave
We are numbers
We suffer as one
We die together
Number our lives
Number our names
Number our graves
I know, now I know
Everything
I know
I know
I know
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7. |
Our Education 1944
04:20
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Within our hearts, we learned that…
This was our education
We learned to…
Warsaw in occupation
We were to focus on our breath
Beyond these walls lie enemies
Beyond these walls, our own dead
This was our education
We learned to hone the art of death
This was our education
We learned to reap the source of breath
This was our education
This was our education
We learned to honor sacred oaths
This was our education
We learned we were the source of faith
This was our education
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I. Death War
In the dream, there was a warehouse
Within which we found a store of Nazi uniforms
We covered our flesh in their own
And returned to the street to kill
Throw pianos on the barricades!
They met their deaths blinded by the muzzle blast
And bewildered by the dazzle of their own shiny buttons
Anything to keep on fighting
Anything to keep on fighting
Keep fighting and do not give ground
Anything to keep on fighting
Keep fighting and do not give ground
In the dream, I’m there in Old Town
Watching as the buildings turn to rubble in the street
I may die before we reach the sewer’s end
We may all die in the annihilation of our city
There is a boy dressed in his scout’s uniform
He rushes out of a building holding a bag
The artillery gunner never seems him
As he hurls himself over the barricade and explodes
Rubble covered in skin and blood and baby teeth
Go away from here
This is pointless
This is the Death War
The war to end all life
Go away from here
This is the Death War
The war to end all life
Go away from here
This is pointless
This is the Death War
The war to end all life
Go away from here
Die
Suffer
Run
Suffer
Hide
Suffer
Die
In the dream, there was a squadron
In the dream, there was a squadron
Barreling over the bridge and led by their steel tanks
We waved to the heroes of the Red Army
And the heroes of the Red Army left us for dead
Left us to die under German bullets
Waiting to take the city of corpses
Throw pianos
Throw pianos on the barricades!
The ones who will survive the German bullets
Will suffer the cold and the oppression of the Russian camps
Go away from here
This is pointless
This is the Death War
The war to end all life
Could we have done more?
Did we move too fast?
Did we move too slow?
Could we have helped the Jews?
Did we put our neighbors in danger?
Did we do the right thing?
We wanted to do the right thing
Did we want to do the right thing?
Did we do the right thing?
Could we have done more?
Should we have done less?
In death, will we find peace?
II. I Imagined a Future
I imagined a future
Where you can not imagine the future
I imagined a place
Where you could neither live nor die
That place is here
That place is here
I imagined myself
In a place where I could not imagine myself
That place is here
That place is here
That place is here
That place is here
That place is here
That place is here
That place is here
That place is here
That place is here
That place is here
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