use what u got 2 get what u need

lines are from “The Helm of Ned Kelly” by Blackbird Raum

Here's my baby, she's a work in progress (shes been a WIP for like 6 years but thats how that shit goes) but I am so proud of her. I love her.

All patches either made by hand, obtained at shows or purchased at small businesses

I cant even tell you where most of the buttons have come from, I've been collecting those since I was like 13

Gotta put more on the back, but I also have to go through the process of making more patches.

The fire is growing, engulfing the city The flame lick up warming my bones The light is so bright that the stars are forgotten The only god left is the moon The people are crying, shouting, screaming they're dying Those living are left without homes But those houses were built on the blood of some other Another who is yet unknown

The world is still turning. Rivers are still flowing.

Honey In The Hair // Blackbird Raum // Swidden (2008)

Honey in the Hair - Blackbird Raum

and for each pain they blame the self and in this story find their wealth so bottle up my tears to sell i’ll drink them up to make me well

take the kids across the sea and give them back to anarchy return to them and join your voice there is no time there is no choice

Lankum - La Discografia (2004-2023)

Dal folk sporco e politico degli esordi, alle nebbie drone dell'ultimo esoterico album. Un racconto inaspettato.

Una delle traiettorie discografiche più inaspettate del folk contemporaneo, capace di rinnovarsi pura rimanendo ancorati alla tradizione irlandese. Complice di questo percorso incontri e influenze dalla scena irlandese e internazionale, ampliando un bagaglio culturale che nasce dall’urgenza politica militante, ma ben presto si tramuta in consapevolezza del proprio potenziale artistico. Continue…

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Blackbird Raum - It Is A Poor Sack That Turns Everything It Contains to Shit Lyrics

I've waited over seven years to find these lyrics. Credit to MsWubWub for them. I've cleaned them up and made them more exacting. Well my light Well my light is flickering, My little candle's growing dim, It shall be blown out by the wind. When I lay When I lay my burden down A little king in paper crown Weeps and tosses in his sleep. (chorus) From the ships one hundred men row in, now we're starving on salt & sand. Run, savages, run! Civilization is coming. Musket fire from blackened hands, and their blankets bring pestilence. Run, savages, run! Civilization is coming. Half of us will die at sea, now to us these bonds and chains. Run, savages, run! When the ships When the ships come sailing in, bringing swords and Spanish men. We will run We will run the mountain down, light the fires to signal ours to arms and war, the people come. (chorus)