The Freedom Of The Street

“A civilization maintains its power by denying its graces to the great majority of its people.” (Jack Common: “Freedom of the Streets”).

Liberty is the lie of the age
As the Government moves to keep opinions caged by
Dismantling laws that protected me
So now I can’t go out the door – I can’t take to The Street
You know Freedom is real for those who control and those who impose it.

Lean Age kicks so hard to beat, every time I gather in threes
Now it’s a measure of democracy
That I can’t wave my flag at you but you can stick the boot in me
Freedom comes real with steel toe caps and wrap-around whiplash.

The freedom of the street is a freedom of the mind,
It’s a stage to play the world, chew the cud and organise.

Your Black Box lurks inside of me, tracking my tears and logged activities
My mobile phone becomes a friend and a foe
When my calls are monitored on a “need-to-know”
You’ll know Freedom is real only in the National Interest….

So place controls on my Right To Be with your “reasonable-interception capability”
And I’ll give you a smile as I walk down The Street
Where the cameras see all so control is complete
Freedom is real through the eye of the lens and the lies of the Gatherers.

The freedom of the street is a freedom of the mind.
It’s both positive and negative and most of all – its mine.

Don’t cross my path, or the line that’s been drawn
Or the cracks in the pavement full of neo-con spawn
Let’s dance around the Statute and the Liberty Tree
And play at hit-the-coursey – we need our ball back please (mester):

Freedom’s not real where the path’s denied and slabs defiled
Freedom’s not real where the razor wire’s built higher and higher
Freedom’s not real – it’s the wool over eyes, the Tyrant Wolf’s disguise.

The freedom of the street is a freedom I can’t find
The freedom of the street is a freedom still denied
The freedom of the street is a right for all mankind
It’s both positive and negative – but most of all yea, most of all it’s mine.