Waiting for the Fall

by Article 15

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ARTICLE 15 is:

Lou Maiolica (Drums)
Boone Kaeck (Bass)
Jeff Englehart (Guitar and Vocals)

Produced by Augustine Ortiz, Jr. and Article 15. Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by Augustine Ortiz Jr. at The Decibel Foundry in Santa Fe, New Mexico, February-March 2017.

All songs written and produced by Article 15.

“Susan” written by Steve Hamilton/Subhumans. Arranged and Performed for Article 15 by Jeff Englehart. Additional Strings and Orchestration by Augustine Ortiz, Jr.

Artwork by Eli Walters
eliwalters.com

Monotone Records
Copyleft 2017

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released March 15, 2017

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Article 15 Taos, New Mexico

Article 15 is born from the thirsty earth of northern New Mexico. Using anarcho-punk as a means to an end, their music is a battle cry against hate-mongering fascists and a tool to help build a new world based on peace, justice, and an egalitarian autonomy of the planet and its inhabitants. ... more

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Track Name: Conquest of Bread
Every revolution in history
Is born of human necessity.
When all that's left, tyranny or death
Line up for the guillotine.

Poverty and struggling.
Depravity of dignity.
At the gates, take it back.
Chopping heads for bread.

Conquest of Bread!
Tyranny, or death!

Abundance and technology
And still we cannot eat?
They'll rape and steal until we're bled
We are the conquest of bread!

Conquest of Bread!
Tyranny, or death!

Every revolution in history
Is born of human suffering
They'll rape and steal and leave you dead
Now we're chopping heads for bread.

Conquest of Bread!
Tyranny, or death!
Track Name: Franco at the Disco
All work and no play, wage slaves anyway
At least the trains run on time.
All work and no fun, a Führer's work is never done
Gotta keep the masses all in line.

Things we hide.
Must be dead inside.
Genocide.
Must be dead inside.

Time bomb boxed in, afraid we'll never fit in.
Desperate for the chance to get ahead.
Time for the big brawl, line up at the shopping mall
Blood-soaked dollars in your hand.

The things we buy,
We must be dead inside.
Genocide.
Must be dead inside.

Bankers and CEO's know which way the wind blows
While the media is keeping you asleep.
War is the new fad, wrap it in a big flag
And sell it as a sitcom on T.V.

Things we hide
Must be dead inside
Genocide
Must be dead inside.

Franco at the Disco!
Track Name: Waiting for the Fall
Frayed
Decay
Days of disarray
Kneel and pray
Waiting for the final day.

A mother who birthed her only creation
A father who built a powerful nation
Maniacal need to poison the water
Stolen the hopes from the sons and the daughters

The potential for human liberation
Crushed by the need for annihilation
A heaven above, promised the martyr
Fooled like sheep led to the slaughter

Frayed
Decay
Days of disarray
Kneel and pray
Waiting for the final day

A landscape of want, disease and waste
A mother's breast, rotting decay
A smoldering orb with nothing left
Prophesies fulfilled, nuclear death

Frayed
Decay
Days of disarray
Kneel and pray
Waiting for the final day

Degenerate
Hypocrite
Death wish
And still you prayed for all of it

Frayed
Decay
Days of disarray
Kneel and pray
Waiting for the final...
...maimed
And raped
Killed by the deranged
Who proudly say they're
Waiting for the final, praying for the final
Waiting for the final day.
Track Name: Death Cult
Bow to the god of your creation, bow to death and annihilation.
A birthright of obedient silence, an inheritance of shame and violence.
Cheer for racist bigotry, celebrate brutality.
Idolize authority, oppression of minorities.

Join the ranks of fear and hate, to these ideas you subjugate
Fooled by fascist mind effects, a yellow ribbon noose around your necks.

Death Cult!

FEMA slaves you'll surely be when they tell you work will set you free.
The vapid shit that you believe now you're goose-stepping off to World War Three.

You traded your democracy for Alt-right ideologies.
You hide behind American pride but still you're committing genocide.

Join the ranks of fear and hate, to these ideas you subjugate
Swear your lives to the Father State, human decency you abdicate
For a lie you'd gladly die and never thought to question why
Fooled by fascist mind effects, a yellow ribbon noose
Around your Nazi fucking necks!

So obsessed with racial pride, you're trapped inside the Death Cult
Nothing left inside your skulls, you've been brainwashed by the Death Cult
Give your life to god and state, you're marching with the Death Cult
You fear your fate but it's too late, you're devoured by the Death Cult
Track Name: Susan
Susan finished school at 16
Wants to be a secretary
Two years later she's got nowhere
Ends up in a factory
Making matches it's so boring
She gets sad and so depressed
Hears her doctor smugly tell her
"Take these pills and get some rest"

But she takes it one step further
Parents rescue her in time
Then they tell her, "When you're married everything will be just fine"
She recovers and gets married it further shuts the closing door
Though he says "I really love you"
She feels worse off than before

Nine months later she's the mother
To a bouncing baby boy
"Oh how lovely!" say her parents, but for her there is no joy
Words like mommy don't mean nothing
It's all she is from 9 to 5
All alone, and only 19
Every single day she dies

19 years of hollow cliches
Now she wants to end it all
Bored to death from doing nothing
Family drives her up the wall
Swinging Susan hangs herself
She couldn't live a pointless life
He walks in and sees through tears
The rigid corpse that was his wife

The life and times of Susan Strange
Ended in that tragic way
With the money from insurance
The family went on holiday
Nothing left but rotting flowers
On an unattended grave
The epitaph has faded badly
No one reads it anyway
Track Name: Oh, Guillotine!
The exalted arrive at the ball
On chariots of gold, upon the wings of the gods
Their radiance lights up the halls
Diamonds and jewels dressed in skins of the thralls
Orchestras line up arranged
Celebrations of wealth and the song of the day
Wagers of blood would astound,
Privileged the few, the rest worship the crown

The party began then to play
The beautiful people swaggered and swayed
Indulged in the finest of ways
Hors d'oeuvres and fine wines and fancy champagnes
When entered a madam so fair
Her flair and her charm lit up the air
While outside of the palace estates
A terrible force soon began to shake

Isolated are the rich as disparity grows
Debutantes in their decadence dance in their robes
Twirling and spinning as the cup overflows
They won't even know when the knife’s at their throat

Oh liberty...
….or guillotine!

They dance to an opulent tune
And toasted and cheered to the health of the few
A cadre of tyrant tycoons
Some make the laws, the rest simply consume
But as the party reached fanciful heights
The ramshackle slums burned all through the night
Starving and desperate for change
Waves of plebeian rage crashes against the gates

Isolated are the rich as disparity grows
Debutantes in their decadence dance in their robes
Twirling and spinning as the cup overflows
They won't even know when the masses revolt

Oh liberty...
….or guillotine!

And the guards at the palace were killed right on site
And the jackboot police ran away terrified
And the armies of war marched to the fight
But the people fought back with all of their might

They stood with their fists clenched, held to the sky
And the fires of rage ravaged the blight
And the beast that forever was kept in a cage
Broke through her chains and devoured her prey

Oh liberty...
….or guillotine!
Track Name: Raise the Black
Into the night we sail
In a sunset bathed in blood
Horizon of dark waters
But no fear of the unknown

Ne'er to be seen
These ghosts of history
A leviathan of thieves
This curse upon the sea

Raise the black, face of death
Stand together, take it back
Fly the flag, black as death
Stand together, take it back

Take it back!
Raise the black!

Living by the sword
For promises of wealth
Yet this is just a pittance
For the glory of the horde

Raise the black, face of death
Stand together, take it back
Fly the flag, black as death
Stand together, take it back

We spit upon the crown
And we bravely face our deaths
With a noose around our necks
Or our blood upon the decks

Decisions we have made
Slaves we'd never be
To toil upon the land,
Or rule upon the sea?

Look upon our masts
You'll see the black and red
Time is running fast
Surrender or be dead