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You Can't Teach An Old Dog New Tracks

by Synister Recordings

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Family Man 05:01
Family Man The clock on the wall Reads quarter past five I'm sick and dirty Don't know if I'm dead or alive I hate my job I don't like what I do Day in day out Selling myself to you The pittance that you pay me Ain't enough to buy the gravy Or spuds and roast turkey On which I'm s'posed to feed You suck me dry You bleed my life Take take take take All the money I try to hide The wife needs a new coat Little Jimmy needs new shoes Guess I got those family man blues As the clock on the wall Ticks away my life I work day in day out An' all night to survive Just around christmas My mind began to snap Went an' borrowed A little prezzie from my dad I'm gonna kill santa clause I'm gonna kill santa clause I'm gonna kill santa clause I'm gonna kill santa clause Got into work about half past four Put my foot through my bosses door Levelled my pistol At the centre of his head Pulled the fucking trigger Now my boss is dead I offered no resistance As the police took me away An' now I'm sitting in this lonely cell Just waiting for the day When I will finally die And they'll set me free To be once more with my family I'm just a family man Family man
2.
4 months into 28/Downpression Blues I step out of the car Say my goodbyes and hit the road With a pocket full of borrowed change I stumble through the cold To find myself reflecting on the date And laughing at the coincidence of her demise today This is the diary of a blackman 4 months into 28 I'm glad to see the back of you I wish the rest you'd take As you say your leaving a little song fills my head Hay ho hidey ho The wicked bitch is dead If I die in this gutter Take this word for memory I was born in England in the summer of '63 The whole of my working life I've watched this country bleed As you've trampled on the needy to satisfy your greed This is the diary of a blackman 4 months into 28 I'm glad to see the back of you I wish the rest you'd take As you say your leaving a little song fills my head Hay ho hidey ho The wicked bitch is dead No freedom of speech No union power Can't protest on the street Without being kicked down We're sitting on the edge of the 4th world war The sick are turned away from hospital doors This is the diary of a blackman 4 months into 28 I'm glad to see the back of you I wish the rest you'd take As you say your leaving a little song fills my head Hay ho hidey ho The wicked bitch is dead The victories that you claim Have left a trail of misery But now they say there'll be a change But I find that hard to take As every asshole around you fights to fill your shoes They change the names but the games the same It's called downpression blues This is the diary of a blackman 4 months into 28 I'm glad to see the back of you I wish the rest you'd take As you say your leaving a little song fills my head Hay ho hidey ho The wicked bitch is dead
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Summer's coming to this place I can feel it's warmth upon my face No snow this year, just wind and rain Ain't it funny how the weather patterns change This is a screaming song You gotta scream it all day long Aha Aha Ahaaaaaaaaaaaaaa This is a screaming song You gotta scream 'cos there's something wrong Aha Aha Ahaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Last year lakes dried Mud hardened, crops died Heard someone say just the other night I don't give a shit just as long as the weather's nice This is a screaming song You gotta scream it all day long Aha Aha Ahaaaaaaaaaaaaaa This is a screaming song You gotta scream 'cos there's something wrong Aha Aha Ahaaaaaaaaaaaaaa There's a hole in our skies Across the world people get fried Every company preaching green Gotta change our way to save humanity This is a screaming song You gotta scream it all day long Aha Aha Ahaaaaaaaaaaaaaa This is a screaming song You gotta scream 'cos there's something wrong Aha Aha Ahaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Wid things You make my heart sing You keep everything growing Oh wild things Wild things You make my head spin You keep everything breathing Wild things WILD THANG
4.
Bought a ticket to a football match But the teams weren't there Just lots of women in felt hats And their well dressed men Mesmerised by a figure on stage An American The bigot claimed to make sense of life But he lied to them Hold hands for jesus But he ain't gonna come Hold hands for jesus And stay deaf and dumb Hold hands for jesus As you persecute the gay Hold hands for jesus While all his rules you break Two thousand years and we've all been lead Like a flock of sheep And when i look at whats been done in gods name It makes me want to weep You've inquisitioned, warred an' conquered with pain Only to claim your meek Take a long good look at what's been spent Your profits were just stains on the hands of government Ya held hands for jesus As you enslaved the black Ya held hands for jesus And stabbed the Aztec in the back Ya held hands for jesus Down at Wounded Knee Ya held hands for jesus Stained red with herstory From tribal clans to red man You labelled all as heathen Then took their lives And stole their lands To rule whats left with dirty hands You crushed their temples beneath your halls And chained your critics to the wall And now we see it's your time to fall Ya held hands for jesus To form a chain of pain Ya held hands for jesus So ya can't be blamed Ya held hands for jesus But ya couldn't see The evil hand of government Controlling you on a puppet string of hypocrisy.
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Gold 02:32
GOLD There's a plague Called the Midas touch Yellow ore so cold It burns you to the touch A cause of misery Through our herstory It's true value Written in blood Ahh What's it worth An what's it cost Would its value have risen If more lives had been lost Ahh tell me just who really paid To put those rings upon your fingers An' for the bars that sit in banks While the thieves try an' tell us To the lord we must give thanks There are many graves That line the yellow brick road Sad tales of murder People bought and sold African and indian Slain by Europeans Their civilisations Buried in dust Ahh What's it worth An what's it cost Would its value have risen If more lives had been lost Ahh tell me who just really paid To put that jewellery in your jawbone An' the bars that pay for tanks While the third world dies in poverty In debt to first world banks There's only chains For those who work the load Land stolen by strangers An' the company owns their bones Afican and Indian Downpressed by Europeans While greedy invaders Burn ancestral homes Ahh What's it worth An what's it cost Would its value have risen If more lives had been lost Ahh now do you really see who paid To put that bracelet 'round your ankle That chain around your neck My stories told, your soul is sold AND YOUR STILL A SLAVE TO GOLD
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Animal 07:36
I remember tall grass and wide plains Crystal rivers and mountain ranges I remember forests and tropical rain I remember deep seas and blue skies An' I remember the cries of Animals Animal Animal I remember running in fear The sound of gunfire in my ear The pain of something sharp in my back I remember falling as i gave the cry of Animal Animal Animal An', when I awoke I was caged Access denied my freedom erased Other creatures shit in my face No sun and the air was stung by the cries of Animals Animals Animals Now before i die i must question What did i ever do wrong You stripped me of my dignity Poisoned caged and tortured me And now my feelings for you at this time Are hatred and fear of all of your kind of Animal Animal Animal
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Killing Machine Took my arms Took my legs Took my body Took my head Work them 'til they are hard and lean Forging them into a Killing Machine Killing Machine Killing Machine Killing Machine Washed my brains Twisted my psyche Stole my soul Bent my mind Sent me on some hero's dream A deadly chip on the Killing Machine Killing Machine Killing Machine Killing Machine Now I've seen men with bodies on fire A bullet hole through a baby's eye My best friends brains across my shirt Heard the dead screaming from the desert dirt I've seen raw flesh quiver in pain The sun erased by black rain While at home the radio sang... 'It's up to you not to hear the callup 'You must not act the way you were brought up 'Don't you know this just aint the same 'As messing around on Salisbury Plain I said WAR! What is it good for? Nothin' I said WAR! What is it good for? Nothin' Nothing from nothing leaves nothing Nothing from nothing means nothing We gotta have something We gotta have peace Kinfolk watch newscasts Tears tea and telly A front row seat in hell Stench turns my guts to jelly An eye witness to what was never seen on screen At the business end of the Killing Machine Killing Machine Killing Machine Killing Machine
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Poorman 04:36
POORMAN I wish I had money Is what most people say Just a little bit of that sweet stuff Would bring a brighter day If I only had the cash To buy the life that I need I could live a life of comfort I could live a life of ease Take this place It must be worth a fortune Well I tell you this Who gives a shit If aint a home It aint worth it I'm a poorman Poor since the day I was born And my simple way of life Is how I'll carry on Yes, I'm a poorman But I'm rich in other ways You say, 'you can't take it with you So I guess I'll simply die A poor man A poor man BREAK See, somebody bought the earth And everthin' upon it Well our life now shall be metered So they can charge you for it And every woman that I know Pays for the privilige to bleed While the taxman adds the thumbscrews By charging VAT Take my life In this land of the free Would you slave all day For a pittance of pay For a job that needs doing anyway I'm a poorman Poor since the day I was born And my simple way of life Is how I'll carry on Yes, I'm a poorman But I'm rich in other ways You say, 'you can't take it with you' So I guess I'd rather die A poor man A poor man See there's losses for me in the police station Racism in immigration All I need is integration Utopia is my salvation Built on trust and co-operation Not wise to cash and competition State of mind A world ambition Now money can't buy you happiness So what's the point in trying But you can't buy food with fresh air So that's why the people are fighting for it If money can't but you love Then sex is off the menu But you can hear the cash tills chime At every red light venue This town's for sale What would you pay Well you can have the whole damn shitty mess I'll give it to you on credit Interest free Cos' it don't interest me No, I don't need it Don't want it Can't believe the assholes with whom I share it I'm a poorman Poor since the day I was born And my simple way of life Is how I'll carry on Yes, I'm a poorman But I'm rich in other ways You say, 'you can't take it with you' So I guess I'd rather die a poor man A poor man See, I'm a poorman But I'm rich in other ways You say, 'you can't take it with you' So I guess I'll simply die A poor man A poor man A poor man A poor man
10.
Out 04:14
OUT On the day I was born My mind did decree Life... Would be different for me The bastard son Of a catholic girl Dark of skin From a different world Now times were hard Ma had to work Pa didn't stick around The man was a jerk Same ol' story Told a thousand times Some end in failure For not towing the line I wanted out Out of this world Ruled by oppression Governed by hurt I wanted out But the cage stays locked Bars won't bend So the louder I shout I want out! Now I worked hard Night and day And the harder I worked The less I got paid I played the game Kept my nose clean Smiled when I was told Even though i didn't mean it I sold my soul For a bag of grain Until my conscious hurt And kidnapped my brain I wanted out Out of this world Ruled by oppression Governed by hurt I'm gonna get out Gonna break the cage Kidnap the airwaves And vent my rage I want out! I've seen the future And boy it's worse Building it higher than your neighbour first To reach the top Sell your mother When you get there Piss on those under yer That's your choice It aint for me I've had enough Im gonna set myself free I'm breaking out Out of this world Ruled by oppresion Governed by hurt I'm breaking out Out of this world Shame I found my freedom On the end of a baton Shame I found my freedom Shame I found my freedom Shame I found my freedom Shame I found my freedom On the end... Of your gun

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Modern remakes of songs we used to play as Dead Dog Mountain more than 20 yrs ago. A new lick of paint and good as new.

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released April 26, 2016

Merv Dog - Vocals, Pete Dog - Bass, Jeff Dog - guitars, keyboards, drums

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Synister Recordings London, UK

The home of all releases related to Dead Dog Mountain and the DigiDogz.

DigiDogz were the most recent incarnation of Dead Dog Mountain. They also operate under the guise of FunkDogz, DogDubz,
Motherboard Connection and the Edd Synister Quartet.

They are a collective of musicians that hail from the far East End of London and have been creating music together since 1989.
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