Our wheels are spinning on the highways, freedom has no price. The fascists gather 'round like locusts, We'll watch them come into our sights. Mother Anarchy adores her children, Mother Anarchy will deal our cards, With a blanket of lead from the back of a tachanka: Anarchy sends her regards. Our chests are beating with a fire, Sneaking closer in the night. We offer no apologies, We ask no quarter in the fight. Mother Anarchy adores her children, Mother Anarchy will deal our cards, With a blanket of lead from the back of a tachanka: Anarchy sends her regards. The master's grip is cold and lifeless, The worms are eating it away. This world we're building in our hearts Is growing stronger by the day. Mother Anarchy adores her children, Mother Anarchy will deal our cards, With a blanket of lead from the back of a tachanka: Anarchy sends her regards. With a blanket of lead from the back of a tachanka: Anarchy sends her regards.
I think "tachanka" should be replaced with "gun truck" honestly, since it's basically the same thing (but with an engine, not horses, anarchists are not going to use a horse-drawn cart, they're going to use their piece of shit Toyota SUV with 205013501305 miles but with steel plate glued to the sides and a gun on a mount on top)
@@ThatCamel104 When I translated it, we discussed using "technical", but the group consensus was that if we were going to strap a machine gun onto a toyota hilux, we were still going to paint "tachanka" on the side.
For the bridge, instead of masters, we could try the original Ukranian lyrics. Только радуюсь убойной Силе моего дружка Вiдеть я могу спокойно Только мёртвого врага! The only thing that makes me happy is a dead one, killed by the strength of my friend. The only thing I see calmly is the dead enemy.
It's a bouzouki for rhythm, a tambourine for the hoofbeats, and a pennywhistle playing melodic lead. If we do a band version, Sam's accordion will probably be the main sound, and we'll see what Jessica does for percussion. She's been learning mostly Latin American folk drums lately. Maybe an album version could bring back the whistle, or maybe a fiddle.
@@emmettdoylemusic omg I can't believe you responded to my comment hahahhaha Fr tho, it sounds really cool, and the band version sounds so fucking epic, I'll have to keep an eye out for it if it comes out
I have a solo album coming out in the coming year, but you can always listen to the Wooden Shoe Ramblers to hear some of my published music. Everything I write is creative commons, too, so feel free to cover it.
@@emmettdoylemusic Honestly Emmet, I'm excited to hear more of this stuff. Folk punk is amazing in every way, but this is some genuinely impressive stuff. Might do a cover of it sooner or later with my own band.
@@bromordra Anarchy is impossible. It can never happen. You cannot abolish all hierarchies, you see them everywhere. To eat, to sleep, to drink, those are all hierarchies. Your body won’t let you stop eating or drinking or sleeping, and if you do it will inflict pain until you have no choice. Gravity is a hierarchy. Even being alive is a hierarchy. Say we abolish government and capitalism, there would still be hierarchies. And to abolish a hierarchy (say, capitalism) we have to force the capitalist to step down or kill them, which makes us the hierarchy.
@@boopbeepbop154 When did I say anything about 'abolishing all hierarchies'? I'm just about abolishing the horrible men with guns who decide most of my stuff belongs to them.
@@boopbeepbop154 No, it means 'without rulers'. It means in the context I'm using it, abolishing exactly one (1) hierarchy, that of government coersion. Add anything else and you're just talking about a different ideology.
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