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Summer of Love

by Sly deSilva

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[Intro] “Hey guys we’re in the Capitol Hill neighborhood of Seattle right now I don’t know if you can hear me But we have have police now advancing on protesters” “Fuck! Fuck!” “Oh my gosh I’m running, I’m running!” “How long do you think Seattle and those few blocks look like this?” “I don’t know, we could have the Summer of Love” [Hook] Tear gas T-Tear gas, tear gas, tear gas (T-T) It’s Jenny with the tear gas T-tear gas, tear gas, tear gas (We could have the Summer of Love) (The use of force must be rare It must be necessary and it must be proportional) It’s Jenny with the tear gas T-Tear gas, tear gas, tear gas (We could have the Summer of Love) [Post-Hook] “I am Captain Allen of the Seattle Police Department I am now issuing a public safety order to disperse” [Verse 1] (Heh) In Seattle where we redline zones So there’s more Black Lives Matter signs than Black folks Where the affluent liberals gon’ tell you “Vote” But the Democratic mayor keep her foot on your throat (Heh) It’s Jenny Durkan that’s leadin’ this fuckin’ circus Sold out the city, so that Bezos could purchase it Accelerated gentrification Forced you out your home so the rich transplants could take it In a city where it always rains but you don’t need an umbrella ‘Less the cops got the bear mace pointed and ready to spray (Spray) Flashbang grenades Blast balls, the cops aim ‘em right at your face This is every day (Every day!) Pigs on parade Circle the block, sirens, hoppin’ out for the violence Protect and serve? Protect who? Call it justice when they crush the poor under they boots Meanwhile the cop that killed Charleena Lyles still ridin’ ‘round the city Two day suspension for equipment violation Jason Anderson left his taser at home Now Charleena’s four kids ain’t got no fuckin’ Mom People fed up and the precinct bricked up Protests picked up so the police cliqued up They block the exits, give the dispersal orders When you trapped, kettled, can’t leave They hit you with the… [Hook] Tear gas T-Tear gas, tear gas, tear gas (T-T) It’s Jenny with the tear gas T-Tear gas, tear gas, tear gas (We could have the Summer of Love) [Verse 2] Jenny Durkan is workin’ the waterworks for the cameras Sayin’ all the right words, but is worthless with actions Her, Ted Wheeler, Lori Lightfoot too You know Democrats: all talk, no do (“We have a system built on systemic racism”) No kidding, Jenny, that system is YOU All you know is the tear gas, baton and the boot Protect the rich corporate interests that donated to you (Hah) Vetoed the tax but the left the cops unfettered Jenny, you make the sex offender mayor look better (Hahaha) Shout out to Ed Murray Jenny got the pedophile endorsement and now she run the city (Yeah) A former US Attorney Let the banks off the hook but gave activists five months solitary Our first lesbian mayor (So progressive!) Corporate careerist, using force to suppress protests The type celebrate the Stonewall Riots Then gas the gay district on the first day of Pride (Heh) Jackboots on the rainbow crosswalks Cap Hill covered in this chemical mixed fog Street mural that say “Black Lives Matter” Cops beat the protesters right on top of the letters Every night for a week, all the scared little piggies Teargassed the densest residential blocks in the city It’s just collateral damage for them neighborhood cops But Jenny only wanna talk about violence at CHOP Well, let’s talk, those kids got shot ‘Cause of this dangerous situation created by your cops Spent a week provoking violence then abandoned East Precinct Made a whole neighborhood into a power vacuum Chief says it wasn’t her and you say it wasn’t you So who gave the order to make the precinct move? ‘Cause if it really wasn’t her and it really wasn’t you Then who’s really in control here Jenny? Who? [Hook] Tear gas T-Tear gas, tear gas, tear gas (T-T) It’s Jenny with the tear gas T-tear gas, tear gas, tear gas (We could have the Summer of Love) [Verse 3] You murdered them kids, Jenny, that blood’s on you You know CHOP was a setup by your boys in the blue Terror and paranoia from the informants and spooks Sowed seeds for the violence, don’t act surprised when they bloom Law enforcement, your first resort and the second Status quo, at all costs to be protected (Yeah) Civil rights protests is met with weapons While you on CNN talkin’ ‘bout the next election You can fool Chris Cuomo but you can’t fool the people Grandstand ‘bout Trump for the East Coast liberals (Heh) Say you wanna keep the Feds out your streets But his goons act the same as Seattle police (Hmmm) Authoritarian law and order, there’s more of it… And now they got a taste for it… ‘Cause, funny thing about the tear gas Once it’s out the canister, you can’t just put it back Fascism dispersed, rogue police Mike Solan’s pro’ly on the phone with Feds as we speak And DHS been waitin’ to bring the heat So Mike got his boys instigatin’ riots in the street Now they can’t seem to answer 911 But got a small army guardin’ the police union They wanna scare, panic, make mo’ danger Puttin’ fake terror threats on the police scanner (“Group of the Proud Boys…”) Public safety’s a protection racket While Lorenzo died they played riot gear dress-up Face it Jenny, they just do what they like (heh) You banned tear gas, they use it the next night You’ve unleashed this beast you can’t control and you know it Every time you get on TV and lie, you show it When the council tries to pass a bill, you gots to veto it ‘Cause your puppetmasters make you dance a dance that they’ve chosen Stuck between a rock and a hard place, it’s certain This mayor can’t handle the moral leadership burden The city hurtin’, Trump got the Feds lurkin’ But Seattle’s biggest problem? (Hmph) Jenny Durkan [Hook] Tear gas T-Tear gas, tear gas, tear gas (T-T) It’s Jenny with the tear gas T-Tear gas, tear gas, tear gas (We could have the Summer of Love) (The right to challenge government when it’s wrong Is our most fundamental constitutional right) It’s Jenny with the tear gas T-Tear gas, tear gas, tear gas (We could have the Summer of Love) [Post-Hook] “Disperse now!” [Outro] Hi, Jenny
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[Intro] That “Thin Blue Line” we hear about Is between the good and the bad, if you will, of our society In our communities They are the thin blue line that protect us From those who would otherwise, um, create havoc [Hook] Kops and the Klan go hand in hand Hand in hand, hand in hand Kops and the Klan go hand in hand Hand in hand, hand in hand [Verse 1] Police set trippin’ on the block Circle ‘round they lookin’ to get the drop Nightriders doin’ traffic stops Hop out boys is strapped, ready to pop Shots fired when Glocks come out, they waste him Another body caught by the policeman Other officers lie up in the statements Gavel slam, he a free man, damn [Hook] Kops and the Klan go hand in hand Kops and the Klan go hand in hand Kops and the Klan go hand in hand Kops and the Klan go hand in hand [Verse 2] Extrajudicial, murder, murder continues Police guild extort public officials Since ’83 police budget is tripled Riot gear at the candlelight vigil They bang on you, then throw up the set Fly the Thin Blue Line flag after each death Protests turn into mass arrests Dissent crackdown cause chilling effect (Yup) Who do they protect in this stolen land? Who do they serve? Which Americans? You ever wonder why there’s no more Klan? ‘Cause the Kops do the job better than they can Said the Kops and the Klan go hand in hand Word to ’63 Birmingham That’s word to ’14 Ferguson Armed thugs, vanguards of the caste system Protect and serve suburban whims Preserve enclaves for the white children White hoods out but the badge is in Thin Blue Line boys back again [Interlude] Crime went up! And it’s only the decent people that crime is being committed on By hoodlums And it’s only one thin line between crime and society And that’s us policemen! [Bridge] Some of those that work forces (Thin Blue Line) Are the same that burn crosses (Protect us) Some of those that work forces (Thin Blue Line) Are the same that burn crosses [Hook] Kops and the Klan go hand in hand Kops and the Klan go hand in hand Kops and the Klan go hand in hand Kops and the Klan go hand in hand [Verse 3] They runnin’ rampant like ’75 San Fran Manufacturing danger is how they get bands Thugs with badges go unchecked Try to legislate change, they respond with threats So, really then, who the boss of who? When your mayor scared of ‘em, shit, why ain’t you? (Heh) Goonsquad out on the prowl again Enforce the social order any way they can Bodycam snuff films on public display Terrorize the people keep the people in place (Heh) A man was lynched yesterday Boys in Blue had to regulate Said the Kops and the Klan go hand in hand Departments linked with militiamen Infiltrated by supremacists Give ‘em badges and guns and the jury acquits Yeah, now get your hands in the air Errybody get down, put your hands in the air Keep ‘em up, keep ‘em, h-hands in the air [Interlude] “Put your hands up!” “Get your hands in the air!” *gunshots* “Get down” “Shots fired” “Do not fucking move! Do not fucking move!” [Hook] Kops and the Klan go hand in hand (“Do not move! Do not fucking move!”) Kops and the Klan go hand in hand (“Get down!”) Kops and the Klan go hand in hand (“I got him, I got him!”) Kops and the Klan go hand in hand [Outro] Uhhh… but that’s what we’re talkin’ Err… that’s what we’re talkin’ about When we say the “Thin Blue Line”
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[Intro] “Hold, hold, hold, hold, hold” “Hold tight!” “De-arrest! De-arrest! De-arrest!” [Refrain - Michele Pace] Una mattina mi son svegliato O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao Una mattina mi son svegliato E ho trovato l'invasor [Verse 1 - Sly deSilva] Who watches the watchmen up on the block? It’s not these politicians hidin’ behind the cops It’s not the fake activists, snitches and opps When the snatch vans pull up, who gets got? Riot gear goons totin’ chemical weapons Target makeshift shields and some pink umbrellas (Heh) Bella Ciao in the air, like the capsicum spray It gets spicy ‘erry night “We could have the Summer of Love” [Verse 2 - Bigg Villainus] Mayor Durkan pays chimos sent on informant missions Phoenix Jones fight against the people’s resistance Fight back, jackin’ white supremacists for riches Welcome to Sea Town, the Anarchist Jurisdiction Listen, tear gas flooded streets, persisted  I'm breakin’ down the barricades and de-arrested Missin’ with their charges but the state persisted Beat cases, precedents, escapades acquitted No bidin’ to those slave tradin’ bastards  Admitting ACAB speeding so much faster “Take it to the streets and fuck the police No justice, no peace (Fuck 12)” Stay fighting, May Day Five, I’m the one that mastered What’s written, prosecutors and hogs put out to pasture  Who watches the watchmen up on the block? (Uh) It’s black bloc on your block, fuck the cops (Yeah, look) [Verse 3 - Jahdi] Been on the ground steady for Black Lives Matter (Yeah) Inhaled so much tear gas I’ll probably catch cancer (Look) By the time I turn 40 Riot cops in Portland, man Will beat you in the street and report that you assaulted ‘em (Mm) That’s what they tried to say when I got kidnapped By the Feds in 2020, didn’t stop, I went back Mayor is a clown (Facts), the government’s a circus (Facts) Can’t reform the system, let’s feed it to a furnace (Abolish) I’m rollin’ with the anarchists and radicals Ironic, we fightin’ pigs who treatin’ us like animals (Bitch-ass niggas) You the type to speak to Feds I’m the type to de-arrest Me and you are not the same (Nah) Fuck you, white supremacists (Fuck you) Number one demand was ‘defund the police’ But all around the country they budgets increased (Say what?) Don’t be surprised if the riots don’t stop, nigga It’s black bloc on your block, fuck the cops [Bridge - Bigg Villainus] I don’t see shit, I don’t know shit I don’t see shit, I don’t know shit Fight these swine but we won’t flip Rather turn and die than run my lip You don’t see shit, you don’t say shit You don’t see shit, you don’t say shit In Northwest dystopian depiction “Anarchist Jurisdiction” [Verse 4 - Sly deSilva] All these feckless liberals go on and pearl-clutch Manny Ellis dead and they worried about a Starbucks Cops murder, but the protests is When politicians fearmonger ‘bout the lawlessness (Heh) Well that’s rich, comin’ from the rich Where they get they money from? (I don’t see shit, I don’t know shit) When they rob the whole world it’s called business When they rob the whole world it’s called business In this Anarchist Jurisdiction the cops Circle ‘round the block, beatin’ down anybody they want (Uh) Law and order keep you calm and compliant When you fight back they call it a riot (Heh) What’s a peaceful protest but a parade to quiet ya? And what’s a state but a monopoly on violence? Built on slavery, genocide and bullets God Bless America you know we all love it [Bridge] Take it the streets and fuck the police No justice, no peace (Fuck 12!) Take it the streets and fuck the police No justice, no peace (Fuck 12!) Take it the streets and fuck the police No justice, no peace (Fuck 12!) Take it the streets and fuck the police No justice, no peace [Refrain - Michele Pace] È questo il fiore del partigiano, O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao È questo il fiore del partigiano Morto per la libertà It’s black bloc on your block, fuck the cops
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[Intro] “The confrontation at the West Precinct Was part of the Sunday violence That left a trail of destruction from downtown to Capitol Hill” “KOMO’s Tammy Mutasa is live in Seattle with more on the video It really paints a pretty ugly picture” [Verse 1] This that Sinclair Station Flow That’s word to KOMO news Turn on your TV, watch the propaganda spew Camera crews shoot riot porn for the masses Suburbanites scared, they ‘bout to go and turn fascist KIRO7 got the chopper, eyes on watchin’ Somehow they never catch it when them cops is steady mobbin’ Dozen photographers gathered around a trash fire Next day, front page, “Seattle on Fire” If it bleeds it leads, ain’t no surprise They say they on your side, but they actions don’t lie Carmen Best teargassed crowds then got hired by KING5 “Get going, they’re throwing gas!” [Verse 2] Wasn’t no riot here Then the cops came with that riot gear Now errybody runnin’, duckin’ for cover While all around the sound of munitions is bustin’ And that 2-chlorobenzalmalononitrile seep in your lungs Suffocatin’, now you panicked and stunned Try to escape out the fog but trip and fall while you run (Hah) Can’t see, can’t breathe Here come the Brady List boys with the clubs “We could have the Summer of Love” Drag you cross the pavement ‘fore they throw you in trucks Wrists burn from the pepper spray that they put on the cuffs Face burn from the chemicals while they laugh at you, smug (Heh) Your tax dollars at work Intimidation tactics of the corrupt Collective shrugs while skulls cracked by Solan’s thugs Like, fuck it, let them OPA complaints pile up Liberal Seattle where dissent get you touched (Hahaha) [Interlude] “It looks to me like the officer saw something criminal Even though you can’t see it from the camera And wanted to take the guy into custody I think you’re tryna- I don’t think we can put ourselves in his emotional state at that time” [Verse 3] Hahahaha, yeah These sycophants of a sick system Out here licking boots ‘cause the status quo benefits them Fear-monger ‘bout petty crime and addiction ‘Cause law and order upholds their social position It feels safer with the poor locked in prison When you know you don’t “fit the description” Outraged by protests more than police killings Sickened by the homeless, but who did the evictions? (Heh) The rich get richer hoarding the assets (Assets) Trap the underclass, keep ‘em cash-strapped (Cash-strapped) Kleptocrat, ballin’ with the cabal (Heh) We dem boys, yeah, we ‘bout that (Heh) But, funny how there’s never news choppers in my barrio Invincible, like I grabbed on a star in Mario They manufacture outrage, I stack the bread And snatched a bag bigger than Katie Daviscourt’s forehead (Heh) Four trillion in the bank since Coronavirus (Yeah) Me and Bill Gates out here stackin’ hella dollars (Racks) Fuck with the money, we sendin’ out all the goons to riot Hope you don’t notice how real Gs move in silence (Shhh) Profit off of poverty, pushin’ Bentleys and Porsches Fuck a slice of the pie, I need the biggest portion Violent systems require violent enforcement Out here steppin’ on necks with the boots Who do they protect? It ain’t you Secure the wealth by any means, that’s the move They wanna talk about "riots and looting" Hahahahaha
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“Louis Harris is one of this nation’s foremost public opinion analysts His poll takers have tested public sentiment on all the issues Involving the Black Man and the White Man Mr. Harris, how much of a change has there been?” “I think, perhaps, most dramatic is in the area of demonstrations Where you found, back in 1963, on the eve of the March on Washington A majority of White people felt that such demonstrations Could help the cause of Negroes achieving civil rights in this country Before this summer began, you found it was about 2:1 White people feeling that demonstrations were hurting the Negro cause At the end of this summer, now we find, in this month of September, 81-19, 4:1 White people think the demonstrations of the Civil Rights Movement hurt the Negro cause” “What about the so-called ‘White Liberal’” “Well there’s been a dramatic shift here Back in 1963, two out of every three White, college-educated, liberal people Mainly in the North, were in sympathy to the Civil Rights Movement On the eve of this summer, in May of this year You found just about 50% of these White Liberals who were sympathetic, a slippage But at the end of this summer, it’s scarcely more than one in four who feel sympathetic any longer There’s been a disenchantment among your White Liberals with the Civil Rights Movement”
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Seasons change but nothing else do The memories fade and the crowds do too Politicians pivot back, right on cue And now you wait for the next man to get shot and killed Infighting, sabotage, a movement splintered A Summer of Love turned to a Cruel Winter But when that rainy season hits can’t wash away all the stains in the social fabric It’s in too deep Pain in the hearts of those who fight to the last Not all heroes wear capes, not all villains wear masks In real life the bad guys get away clean Might even climb the ranks of this American regime I seen ‘em throw somebody’s dead mother’s ashes in the trash and laugh How the fuck you reform that? (Heh) It’s not likely, but keep asking politely ’Til then black bloc march nightly It was the Summer of Love until Summer died In a hospital bed on the Fourth of July Blood splattered on I-5 You seen on the stream, Omari cried Only silver lining, Diaz Love survived Summer Season sets but the Love still lingers Despite the tear gas, blast balls and beating-induced seizures They came out in June, chanting and carrying signs Now they barricade streets, have you asked yourself why? Rage and fury just love that’s been wronged Don’t forget, hungry people don’t stay hungry for long That’s why them thugs with badges roll out on patrol So them affluent liberals could cling to they status quo Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere, The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity (Heh) Word to William Yeats It’s kinda like a cycle Words from 1920 echo through time and struggle Now 100 years later, them same words still true And how ironic, he was a fascist (Ha) Maybe there’s a thin line that once you cross you can’t go back from Reactionary thinking once you seen a world crumbling Both sides know it, the liberals in the middle blind Asking why these kids protest all the time They tired but they can’t sleep Smoke weed to treat the PTSD From violent police and encampment sweeps But like they say, no justice no peace And wouldn’t you really like some peace?

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released October 27, 2021

Performed by Sly deSilva
Written by Sly deSilva
Mixed by Sendai Mike
Mastered by Adam Straney at BreakPoint Mastering
Artwork by Sly deSilva & C.N.Speckhardt

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