Where None Need Rule Again
A raw, live, fast old-school punk song as if performed in an early 1980s Copenhagen squat. Anthemic, catchy chorus with gang-vocals, crowd joining in in later choruses. Use electric guitar, bass, and drums, played by teenage musicians who barely know how to play. Guitars should be sloppy, aggressive, and noisy, with missed chords and feedback; drums driving but unpolished, with off-beat fills. Vocals should be shouted, raspy, and urgent, snotty and off-key, full of teenage defiance. Capture the live room: reverberant concrete, crowded bodies, shouts, claps, and ambient chaos. Leave in mistakes, string squeaks, mic pops, and unrefined energy to create a dangerously alive DIY punk performance.
Where None Need Rule Again
A raw, live, fast old-school punk song as if performed in an early 1980s Copenhagen squat. Anthemic, catchy chorus with gang-vocals, crowd joining in in later choruses. Use electric guitar, bass, and drums, played by teenage musicians who barely know how to play. Guitars should be sloppy, aggressive, and noisy, with missed chords and feedback; drums driving but unpolished, with off-beat fills. Vocals should be shouted, raspy, and urgent, snotty and off-key, full of teenage defiance. Capture the live room: reverberant concrete, crowded bodies, shouts, claps, and ambient chaos. Leave in mistakes, string squeaks, mic pops, and unrefined energy to create a dangerously alive DIY punk performance.
Lyrics
Intro, spoken word
"I know these lyrics are long, some might say too long, but please take your time to listen to them and let it sink in! Okay, here we go!"
Verse
We’re told that life is red with tooth and claw,
That only power bends the world to peace;
Yet evidence, when freed from state-made awe,
Reveals cooperation’s vast increase.
For in our daily acts—un-coerced, kind—
We prove the old lie hollow, thin, untrue;
Mutual aid is not a dream of mind,
But breath and pulse of all we seek to do.
Verse
What throne or market ever stood without
A scaffold raised to keep dissent controlled?
Each empire thrives through discipline and doubt,
And calls obedience virtue, brave and bold.
But power’s weight is brittle at its core:
A fear disguised as order, dressed as law.
No master’s rule makes any person more;
No chains bring peace—only a colder war.
Chorus
So let this be the song of those who dare
To name the state a cage, the boss a chain;
Who trust that human hearts, when met with care,
Can build a world where none need rule again.
Where none need rule again!
None need rule again!
Verse
They say that anarchists want flames and ash,
A world of reckless whims without a guide.
But freedom’s not the drunken urge to smash—
It’s self‑directed life, grown dignified.
It’s workshops built by those who share the load,
It’s councils chosen freely day by day,
It’s neighbors tending paths they jointly sowed,
And none compelled to bow or to obey.
Verse
What gives us strength is not the tyrant’s hand,
But bonds of care that neither buy nor sell;
A federation wide across the land
Of equals joined because they choose it well.
When people meet as partners, not as tools,
When rank and privilege are drained of claim,
We find that even long‑neglected schools
Of justice bloom and set the sky aflame.
Chorus
So let this be the song of those who dare
To name the state a cage, the boss a chain;
Who trust that human hearts, when met with care,
Can build a world where none need rule again.
Where none need rule again!
None need rule again!
Verse
To challenge power isn’t just to fight;
It is to plant new worlds in living earth,
To answer violence not with sharper might
But forms of life that give each person worth.
Horizons widen when we disobey
The scripts that rulers nail to every wall.
We learn that liberation grows from play,
From trust, and will, and hearing freedom’s call.
Bridge
Imagine cities shaped by common voice,
Where transit, food and shelter serve the whole;
Where every craft and council forms by choice,
And no one’s forced into another’s role.
Not perfect—no such realm has ever been—
But honest in its striving to be fair:
A future woven by the hands of kin
Who know the world is ours alone to share.
Chorus
So let this be the song of those who dare
To name the state a cage, the boss a chain;
Who trust that human hearts, when met with care,
Can build a world where none need rule again.
Where none need rule again!
None need rule again!
Outro
For freedom’s not a dream too frail to stand—
It’s how we live when fear and power cease.
Anarchism is simply this: a land
Where solidarity turns its hope to peace.