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From the short film, Drifting with Debord. Written and Directed by David Archibald and Carl Lavery Shot and edited by Holger Mohaupt. Recorded and Mixed at La Chunky Studio. Vocals: David Archibald, Jen Cunnion and Carl Lavery Bass Guitar: Joanne McCafferty Drums: Bob Anderson Guitar: Tim Barker and Simon Whittle Harp: Sophie Askew Keyboards: Sophie Evans Lyrics All my life I have seen only troubled times Spectacle, crises, riots, demonstrations and war crimes Mediated images they operate as reification But in life, what to do? Well, hell, have another libation All my life I have seen only troubled times I was Right to be Lazy, rejecting the lure of the bosses’ dimes Drifting through letters, situational retribution Drafting manifestos for socialist revolution I am always troubled by our sorrows (Great Federation of Sorrows) Every time we meet we sing defeat (We sing defeat) I am always drowning in our sorrows (Great Federation of Sorrows) Every time we meet we sing defeat Gonna Burn it Down Gonna Burn it Down Gonna Burn it Down Why Burn it down? Why Burn it down? Why Burn it down? Gonna Burn it Down Gonna Burn it Down Gonna Burn it All Down Gonna Burn it Down (Don’t Burn it Down) Gonna Burn it Down (Don’t Burn it Down) Gonna Burn it Down (Don’t Burn it Down) Your sorrows are a source of strength, the dead please don’t deny Their memory an open wound from histories gone by Raise their spirits from the Earth for struggles we’ll enjoin Your mourning for the past fuels your fight and your battle song And I’m waiting I’m thinking I’m hoping I’m fighting We’re flying We’re soaring We’re winning Yes, we’re winning We’re flying We’re soaring We’re winning Yes, we’re winning The leap into the open sky of history is the dialectical one The leap into the sky of revolution.