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by Monday Morning Justice

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1.
A dog guards his master regardless of the shadow he casts, regardless of what is reflected in his past. A Captain might go down with the ship but all the shipmates will drown not too far from it. But can you find a better friend than one who helps you jump the fence, looks out when you slash their tires, burns a flag when you're cold and tired A brother, a sister, an open hand mother can you understand we live a life we've never owned So whisper softly sabotage and wither slowly this visage. Now we know the blood of kings is spilled as easy as those who sin Shape this country into land and share it with your fellow man, there are greater uses for this fire but none as great as to burn their empire!!! Burn their empire! Burn their empire! Burn their empire! Salute! The fathers who brought us to a land where the children scream: "Why?!!!" As I awake with a skull in my hand Betray all that history has written Now that their aren't any statues left, to obscure the view I hope we see thee embers of our burnt brothers who cross borders Now that there aren't any lights on nowa' days I hope we notice their... I hope we notice their... I hope we notice their hue
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Blue, the darkest blue ass I stumble out of bed trying to find my other shoe. And the clock already gave the soldiers in their cubes my bullets due... How do these cogs still work? Tattered together with glue and spit but i have some questions to ask so today i won't forget my axe... I'm gonna cut of these iron fists that crushes us into thee abyss I see the anger in their eyes in the passing buses It's time for Monday morning justice Run Suits, run!!! Tomorrow morning I'll be gone and if you're wondering about smoke filled air I didn't attend those meetings either man I'm just trying to have some fun It's all smoke and no gun Dying dreams need crutches I don't car ,,,,Monday morning justice Bloodstained, white starched shirt... The worker bee concurs if we all leave the hive How will the queen survive.... I'm gonna cut of these iron fists that crushes us into thee abyss I see the anger in their eyes in the passing I see the anger in their eyes in the passing I see the anger in their eyes in the passing buses It's time for Monday morning It's time for Monday morning It's time for Monday morning justice
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Benign 02:04
You've got spirit in your eyes we'll have to cut into 99 pieces so it will fit into your bag carry it on your shoulders so you can always look back For all the things that took place and you did it for authority's sake as it's rushing through your mind now you realize it was all benign Blood drips from your knees as you rise up to llok and see you've horored thieves that have repaid you in false beliefs For all the things that took place and you did it for authority's sake as it's rushing through your mind now you realize it was all benign Remember this.... teachers slap, the policeman's fist, all their efforts to keep your mind, steal your thoughts and bury your time, wither your will and take your pride raise your fist and leave fear behind Realize now it was all benign!!!
4.
My body aches, i work everyday except Sunday sweet Sunday i'm allowed to bleed See I'm a lazy slave I hate every fucking day except Sunday sweet where freedom sleeps under guard of authority Existential defeat! As we take these time capsule suppositories So reluctantly, let your fingers touch your feet let them insert your so called dignity My head aches Notions of a detailed escape to Sunday sweet So we're all doomed to repeat See i'm a whiny slave I speak treason every fucking day Always on Sunday sweet Heed the cycle , sweet sweet irony Existential defeat! As we take these time capsule suppositories So reluctantly, let your fingers touch your feet Existential defeat! As we take these time capsule suppositories So reluctantly, let your fingers touch your feet let them insert your so called digni... let them insert your so called digni.. let them insert your so called dignity .
5.
I'll bring a match you bring a flask full of feed,fuck,fear and fight the moon is bright tonight Kiss the candor candle light cast the misery cast the sight cast the ruling class let's make some room for the mass No lie lingers lost tonight. No corpse buried out of sight no cost of what they lend can't keep us buried under sand The cogs of eight to five won't keep us all alive all we can despair: "life is all unfair" But what we accept or change or let wash or stain or let realize may not always be the same It's all chaos in the end!
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You keep on telling yourself: "Tomorrow morning gonna give those fuckers hell" Next day here we are again with that stupid grin and stupid tie and stupid boss and:"Oh I hate my fucking job!!!!" This is the story of your life .... you keep on forgetting that rifle, spilled coffee on your shirt forgetting that rifle, got caught of by some jerk. Forgetting that rifle, fucking stupid printer does n't work . Forget that shit get out of it self inflicted , you don't need it . Just listen to me!!! I hate your fucking job! I'll help you burn it down I hate your fucking job it's true ...and so should you This is the dawning of your new life but you keep on forgetting that rifle, spilled coffee on your shirt forgetting that rifle, got caught of by some jerk. Forgetting that rifle, fucking stupid printer does n't work . Forget that shit get out of it self inflicted , you don't need it . Offered stands if you conceded Just listen to me!!! I hate your fucking job! I'll help you burn it down I hate your fucking job it's true ...and so should you
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Orange light, my angst rushed me across rather than one minute with a memory lost A man with clean white running shoes,washed blue jeans and white combed hair and a face that liked the booze.... A mirror image of the man that taught me chess carried me on his shoulders and dressed up to give us gifts but that was just a memory the real thing is just a shell that carries cancer a leper a man with threats of going to hell but still it doesn't bother me as much as the thought of him begging at a red light coupling hands for a bunch of cigarettes as transparent as my window is the shame that casts the shadow of a man that once was loved. oh god i hate this world and it's mess constantly reminding me that we're more than this
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I fear a haunting that makes me as old as you It's the ghost inside the mirror who's name i already knew and what it know... it creep inside of me and burrows in the places where time and sorrow meets and memories have been shredded and no one knows... Do you believe in what is dead? I believe it's alive and well as long as it is fed and there is blood of a heart once fed Stand in the moonlight as long as you like to, there is a darkness that is well aware of you and when you pray it preys on you. There's something about eternity that makes us all want to.
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If the heart knows what the heart knows Then the throat screams what the heart beams But the eyes see what the world see and what they see and i believe is a different as ant and anomaly And I'm done! I'm done! A difference between numb and strong Similarities between salvation and death Consider the things you honor and wonder why you bother with this mess and honestly you'll probably be thinking that this is it I'm done I'm done I'm done I'm done!
10.
Oh Wishing Well I know you so well but I wish you knew me to Then you'd know like you I'm also blue When money could still change the world and i didn't know it was in peril, I wasted my wishes on dragons and witches and dreamed of being another ones hero But how I got here is a story I fear i will not tell ,because by now Wishing well I know you know me well You won't here me say that life is a journey, because of the winds of change, dust stained by the rain. I know life's a yearning, not a new born screaming , old man breathing, It's the faithless that's still dreaming and a couple of chords I still play that make me smile.... It's an awkward realization when you notice that eveybody is the same but everything is built to keep us apart You won't here me say that life is a journey, because of the winds of change. dust stained by the rain. I know life's a yearning, not a new born screaming , old man breathing, It's the faithless that's still dreaming and a couple of chords I still play that make me smile
11.
A growing concern as they talk with no regard to a yearning on the street, as they turn a blind eye or a blind cheek or blind justice so to speak and this South Africa is where your freedom peaks. I recognize this disease as the western sun . As sure as it sets it spills onto our shores that it reflects of. By night they have won or accumulated their sum but they still have us on our knees begging ,asking for what is ours with the dust of slaves beneath our knees We sing Good morning South Africa do you remember what happened Good Morning South Africa i really wish you hadn't,,,,, Good morning South Africa do you remember what happened Good Morning South Africa i really wish you hadn't.... Good morning South Africa do you remember what happened Good Morning South Africa i really wish you hadn't.... Good morning South Africa do you remember what happened Good Morning South Africa i really wish you hadn't believed their lies Don't believe their lies Don't believe their lies Don't believe their lies Don't believe their lies
12.
Why does the world work? Why does it work for you or me? Oh why Oh why Oh why? Why is it so hard to be happy? Sirens stalk the streets, while I'm just getting what i need Why? Why is it so hard to be happy? My back feels like rocks It weighs down my soul I wish i could swallow this day like I was in control Let this ember be! Be more than coal If you want to stay anywhere you have to pay rent If you stay long enough it doesn't make any sense Why? Why is it so hard to be happy? If you wanna have a say , you have to vote for someone There's not anyone that represents me Why am I so fucking angry? My back feels like rocks It weighs down my soul I wish i could swallow this day like I was in control Let this ember be! Be more than coal I could win the lottery, I could be the next CEO, I could be on TV, I could be someone you know, I could where the right shirt and tel you the time, I could invest some money and add tears to the brine I could grow my legs back I could grow my legs back I could grow my legs back....

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Our debut album. A politically charged album with tongue and cheek lyrics about the 9-5 grind .

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released October 3, 2016

Monday Morning Justice is:

Conley Justice - axe and throat
Johannes Doodskis - axe and vox
Neil Geldenbass - Bass and vox
Wim Kpd - Drums

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