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It's never too late for anything
The morning is waiting
If you missed the train
You can get there walking
The oportunities are there
But they're like the waves
They come and go
And even though we're all different colors
We all eat through the mouth
And chew with the teeth
We have to be nice and thankful
And protect the tree so the nest doesn't fall off
And hopefully nothing will hurt you
But if it hurts, I hope you can learn from it
And hopefully you will fall in love many times
Because with a kiss, all bad things disappear
You don't have to cry, the rain will stop
I went to work, but I will come back
And I will build you a bamboo castle
I want you to have what I never had

Residente - Milo
https://youtu.be/1lSYXCjpRVc

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Ika Makimaki

@pezmico@mastodon.nz · 2 weeks ago

Free Palestine. 🇵🇸

Lowkey - Long Live Palestine ft Frankie Boyle, Maverick Sabre (Part 3)
https://youtube.com/watch?v=bhEFrv-Xwtw

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Ika Makimaki

@pezmico@mastodon.nz · 2 weeks ago

The end of patriarchy.

Ana Tijoux - Antipatriarca
https://youtube.com/watch?v=RoKoj8bFg2E&si=8xeqh5p93h1pEL6l

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Ika Makimaki

@pezmico@mastodon.nz · 2 weeks ago

I actually do wish for these.

Gojira - Flying Whales
https://youtube.com/watch?v=YP7p2k678tQ

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Ika Makimaki

@pezmico@mastodon.nz · 2 weeks ago

Soñé otro mundo
Tan lejos y tan cerca.

Dreamt another world.

Manu Chao - Otro Mundo
https://youtube.com/watch?v=vP05mUxF5iY

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Ika Makimaki

@pezmico@mastodon.nz · 2 weeks ago

Utopian Futures - Kimya Dawson

Somewhere the bombing all has stopped
And people begin to sit and talk
And somewhere insomniatic stockbrokers can rest their bloodshot eyes
Cause there's nothing left to buy or sell
Or kill or die for anymore
We're living inside eternal moments that we've searched for all our lives
There's nobody living by the clock
And every door is left unlocked
Cause property died all alone and capitalism lost its home
There's plenty of fresh air here in town
And plants are growing on the cars
And all of the streets are used for dancing
And at night you see all the stars

We're searching for something that was lost
And centuries all have covered up
We're flailing to find the smallest fragments of our liberated lives
And every tiny piece we find
We pick up and glue together
Collectively working for our utopian futures to collide
In snuggly beds and midnight talks
In wandering bike rides and wayward walks
Making up all of our own music, art, myth, food and news
It's happening everywhere we go
Collective bookstores and basement shows
Sharing a song that we all know or making up new ones as we go

Now can't you feel the ice caps grow?
Now can't you hear the forests laugh
At piles of nicely packaged toothpicks all in processed warehouse rows
Cause the only processing we do now
Is with one another in our homes
With people we'll fight, fuck, laugh and cry with
Until the day we die
Here where we share all that we've won
Here where we grieve for what is lost
Here where the children grow with names they chose and genders all their own
Here where we celebrate each other
Here where you've never had a boss
Here where we sing like restless kids with half-chewed food inside our mouths

Here in the place outside the box
There are no more borders left to cross
From each according to ability and to each based on need
Here in the place where dreams aren't dead
Here in the space between our heads

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GKFiP4wo0S0

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