#MoreInCommon HOPE not hate

by Various Artists

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This is a compilation album to raise funds and exposure for the charity HOPE not hate. The concept behind the album is to show that however diverse the artists included are musically they all share a common goal which is one for peace and tolerance. Every penny raised goes towards HnH. For more information visit hopenothate.org.uk

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released October 28, 2016

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Track Name: Radio Europa: 6000 Hands
A need as high as your hip
Scribble them out, defecate their memory on
Your smear ink smudge thruth
Raise the drawbridge. batton down the hatches
It's not winter that's coming it's 6000 hands

6000 hands that asked for our grasp and instead
their fingers were snapped and trampled
Bucket of fucks now run out
they say it's our countries finest day

Scooped up in the hands and passed them to smugglers
when they turned them away they ripped out their jugulars
Please plead pray pressure persecuted forgotten
6000 hands clambering for life
Paint their outlook black
Turn them away
No room out of service last stop all exit

Cover them in ver-ba-l
Cover them in verbal
cover them in verbal
lies, we want to see the light go out behind their eyes
6000 hands will claw out your psyche
They will place them on your dreams
For saying no they will choke you
Please please please
Track Name: Chick Quest: Somebody Call A Doctor
The words on your tongue make a heartbeat run amok
and every single night I'm fighting from inside a shadow
that’s moving like a ghost down in between your walls and alleys
and tapering at the end the moment's gone gone gone.

You're angry because this isn't what you want.
The boring city people are a haunt.
How many more lives have you got?
I can't say I know.

A bitter stream of thoughts are pouring out like leaky memories
in undulating hemorrhages of friendship miscarriages
or a giant big hand from the closet of the damned
that pulls you back pulls you back into a bad dream.