Great Lyrics - Post Them

[Led Zeppelin]

Continuation of the last thread: Link (http://www.revleft.com/vb/great-lyrics-post-t28953/index58.html)

Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
While the death count gets higher
Then you hide in your mansion
While the young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

[Hit The North]

It's difficult choosing a lyric from this band who excelled in Situationist style sloganeering.



PARALYSED – The Gang of Four (1980)

Blinkered, paralysed
Flat on my back

They say our world is built on endeavor
That every man is for himself
Wealth is for the one that wants it
Paradise, if you can earn it

History is the reason
I'm washed up

Blinkered, paralysed
Flat on my back

My ambitions come to nothing
What I wanted now just seems a waste of time
I can't make out what has gone wrong
I was good at what I did

The crows come home to roost
And I'm the dupe

[Random Precision]

Pigs (Three Different Ones) by Pink Floyd

Big man, pig man, ha ha, charade you are
You well heeled big wheel, ha ha, charade you are
And when your hand is on your heart
You're nearly a good laugh
Almost a joker
With your head down in the pig bin
Saying "keep on digging"
Pig stain on your fat chin
What do you hope to find?
When you're down in the pig mine
You're nearly a laugh
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry.

Bus stop rat bag, ha ha, charade you are
You fucked up old hag, ha ha, charade you are
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass
You're nearly a good laugh
Almost worth a quick grin
You like the feel of steel
You're hot stuff with a hat pin
And good fun with a hand gun
You're nearly a laugh
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry.

Hey you, Whitehouse, ha ha, charade you are
You house proud town mouse, ha ha, charade you are
You're trying to keep our feelings off the street
You're nearly a real treat
All tight lips and cold feet
And do you feel abused?
You gotta stem the evil tide
And keep it all on the inside
Mary you're nearly a treat
Mary you're nearly a treat
But you're really a cry.

[hekmatista]

A long time ago before the ice and the snow
There were giants that walked this land
And with each step they took, the mighty mountains shook
And the trees took a knee and the seas rolled in
Then one day they say the sky gave way
And death rained down, it made a terrible sound
There was fire everywhere and nothin' was spared
That walked on the land or flew through the air
And when it all was over
The slate wiped clean with a touch
There God stood and he saw it was good
And He said "ashes to ashes and dust to dust"
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Then the sea gave birth and it crawled up on the dirt
And stood up and took a look around
Said "I'm the next big thing and the gift that I bring
Comes directly from God, so there ain't no holdin' me down"
So he crowned himself king
Now no one remembers his name
But the seed that he sowed took the show on the road
There was blood on their hands and a plague on the land
They drew a line in the sand and made their last stand
They said "God made us in his image
And it's in God that we trust"
When asked about the men that had died by their hands
They said "ashes to ashes and dust to dust"
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Now, nobody lives forever
Nothin' stands the test of time
Oh, you heard 'em say "never say never"
But it's always best to keep it in mind
That every tower ever built tumbles
No matter how strong, no matter how tall
Someday even great walls will crumble
And every idol ever raised falls
And someday even man's best laid plans
Will lie twisted and covered in rust
When we've done all that we can but it slipped through our hands
And it's ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Steve Earle

[hekmatista]

Yeah, take a look in the mirror now tell me what you see
Another satisfied customer in the front of the line for the American dream
I remember when we was both out on the boulevard
Talkin' revolution and singin' the blues
Nowadays it's letters to the editor and cheatin' on our taxes
Is the best that we can do
Come on, look around
There's doctors down on Wall Street sharpenin' their scalpels and tryin' to cut a deal
Meanwhile, back at the hospital
We got accountants playin' God and countin' out the pills
Yeah, I know, that sucks – that your HMO
Ain't doin' what you thought it would do
But everybody's gotta die sometime and we can't save everybody
It's the best that we can do
Four score and a hundred and fifty years ago
Our forefathers made us equal as long as we can pay
Yeah, well maybe that wasn't exactly what they was thinkin'
Version six-point-oh of the American way
But hey we can just build a great wall around the country club
To keep the riff-raff out until the slump is through
Yeah, I realize that ain't exactly democratic, but it's either them or us and
And it's the best we can do
Yeah, passionately conservative
It's the best we can do
Conservatively passionate
It's the best we can do
Meanwhile, I’m still thinkin'
Hey, let's wage a war on drugs
It's the best we can do
Well, I don't know about you, but I kinda dig this global warming thing
It’s the best
Steve Earle

[hekmatista]

Jimmy joined the army ‘cause he had no place to go
There ain’t nobody hirin’ here since all the jobs went down to Mexico
Reckoned that he’d learn himself a trade, maybe see the world
Move to the city someday and marry a black haired girl

Somebody somewhere had another plan
Now he’s got a rifle in his hand
Rollin’ into Baghdad wonderin’ how he got this far
Just another poor boy off to fight a rich man’s war
Bobby had an eagle and a flag tattooed on his arm
Red white and blue to the bone when he landed in Kandahar
Left behind a pretty young wife and a baby girl
A stack of overdue bills and went off to save the world
Been a year now and he’s still there
Chasin’ ghosts in the thin dry air
Meanwhile back at home the finance company took his car
Just another poor boy off to fight a rich man’s war
When will we ever learn
When will we ever see
We stand up and take our turn
And keep tellin’ ourselves we’re free
Ali was the second son of a second son
Grew up in Gaza throwing bottles and rocks when the tanks would come
Ain’t nothin’ else to do around here, it’s just a game children play
Somethin’ ‘bout livin’ in fear all your life makes you hard that way
He answered when he got the call
Wrapped himself in death and praised Allah
A fat man in a new Mercedes drove him to the door
Just another poor boy off to fight a rich man’s war

Steve Earle

[hekmatista]

When I pulled out of Basra they all wished me luck
Just like they always did before
With a bulletproof screen on the hood of my truck
And a Bradley on my back door
And I wound her up and shifted her down
And I offered this prayer to my lord
I said “God, get me back home to Houston alive
And I won’t drive a truck anymore”
It’s early in the mornin’ and I’m rollin’ fast
Haulin’ nine thousand gallons of high test gas
Sergeant on the radio hollerin’ at me
Look out up ahead here come a R.P.G.
If I ever get home to Houston alive
Then I won’t drive a truck anymore
I’ve driven the big rigs for all of my life
And my radio handle’s “Train”
Down steep mountain roads on the darkest of nights
I had ice water in my veins
And I come over here ‘cause I just didn’t care
Now I’m older and wiser by far
If I ever get home to Houston alive
Then I won’t drive a truck anymore
Great God A’mighty what was wrong with me
I know the money’s good but buddy can’t you see
You can’t take it with you and that ain’t no lie
I don’t wanna let ‘em get me - I’m too young to die
If I ever get home to Houston alive
Then I won’t drive a truck anymore
Steve Earle

[hekmatista]

This is the best time of the day - the dawn
The final cleansing breath unsullied yet
By acrid fume or death’s cacophony
The rank refuse of unchained ambition
And pray, deny me not but know me now,
Your faithful retainer stands resolute
To serve his liege lord without recompense
Perchance to fall and perish namelessly
No flag-draped bier or muffled drum to set
The cadence for a final dress parade
But it was not always thus - remember?
Once you worshipped me and named me a god
In many tongues and made offering lest
I exact too terrible a tribute
Take heed for I am weary, ancient
And decrepit now and my time grows short
There are no honorable frays to join
Only mean death dealt out in dibs and dabs
Or horror unleashed from across oceans
Assail me not with noble policy
For I care not at all for platitude
And surrender such tedious detail
To greater minds than mine and nimbler tongues
Singular in their purpose and resolve
And presuming to speak for every man
Oh, for another time, a distant field
And there a mortal warrior’s lonely grave
But duty charges me remain until
The end the last battle of the last war
Until that ‘morrow render unto me
That which is mine, my stipend well deserved
The fairest flower of your progeny
Your sons, your daughters, your hopes and your dreams
The cruel consequence of your conceit
Steve Earle

[hekmatista]

Beggin’ your pardon there stranger
You look like you’re new to this town
We’re a long way away from the beach here
You won’t see many gringos around
Well I come from West Colorado
And I’ve wandered this world far and wide
I’ve lived for some years in the shadows
And my eyes are unused to this light
If you buy me a strong drink of whiskey
I will tell you the tale of my life
It’s long and it’s sad but it fits me
And it may bring a tear to your eye
All the men of my family were solidiers
The hard fightin’, straight talkin’ kind
When my turn came all that was over
But I’d already made up my mind
I was there when we blew though Grenada
And I still have to ask myself why
Then we took down that fool Noriega
That’s where I caught the good colonel’s eye
Well he asked me if I loved my country
And before I had time to reply
He regaled me with tales of past glories
I believed every one of his lies
So I left my old life behind me
Turned my back on my family and friends
And I did everything that they asked me
And I lost some sleep now and again
And I lived like a thief and assassin
I smuggled their poisons sometimes
Until I asked the wrong question in passin’
And the colonel himself dropped the dime
So if you’re ever in west Colorado
Tell the folks in Durango goodbye
There’s a price on my head and I can’t go
So I’ll just wait around here ‘til I die
Steve Earle

[thescarface1989]

You and I, we may look the same
But we are very far apart
There's bullet-holes where my compassion used to be
And there is violence in my heart

Into fire you can send us
From the fire we return
You can label us a consequence
Of how much you have to learn

You can try but you'll never understand
This is something you will never understand
Can you hear it now?
Hear it coming now?
Can you hear it now?

On hands and knees
We crawl
You cannot stop us all
Our bones, our skin
We will not let you in

You have set something in motion
Much greater than you've ever known
Standing there in all your grand naivety
About to reap what you have sown

Time will feed upon your weaknesses
And soon you'll lose the will to care
When you return to the place that you call home
We will be there, we will be there

On hands and knees
We crawl
You cannot stop us all
Our blood will stay
We will not go away

On hands and knees
We crawl
You can not stop us all
Our blood our ways
Will never leave this place

We crawl
We crawl
We crawl
We crawl

Nine Inch Nails - My Violent Heart

[Mala Tha Testa]

Tha sistas are in so check the front line
Seems I spent the '80s in the Haiti state of mind
Cast me into classes for electro shock
Straight incarcerated, the curriculum's a cell block
I'm swimmin' in half truths and it makes me wanna spit
Instructor come separate the healthy from tha sick
Ya weigh me on a scale, smellin' burnt skin
It's dark now in Dachau and I'm screamin' from within
'Cause I'm cell locked in tha doctrines of tha right
Enslaved by dogma, talk about my birthrights
Yet at every turn I'm runnin' into hell's gates
So I grip tha cannon like Fanon an pass tha shells to my classmates
Aw, power to tha people
'Cause tha bosses right ta live is mine ta die
So I'm goin' out heavy sorta like Mount Tai
Wit tha five centuries of penitentiary so let tha guilty hang
In tha year of tha boomerang

I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
So let tha guilty hang
I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
In the year of tha boomerang
I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
So let tha guilty hang
I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
In the year of tha boomerang

Yeah!
Now it's upon you!
Now it's upon you!

Tha sistas are in so check the front line
Seems I spent the '80s in the Haiti state of mind
Cast me into classes for electro shock
Straight incarcerated, the curriculum's a cell block
Swimmin' in half truths and it makes me wanna spit
Instructor come separate the healthy from tha sick
Ya weigh me on a scale, I'm smellin' burnt skin
It's dark now in Dachau and I'm screamin' from within
'Cause I'm cell locked in tha doctrines of tha right
Enslaved by dogma, talk about my birthrights
Yet at every turn I'm runnin' into hell's gates
So I grip tha cannon like Fanon an pass tha shells to my classmates
Aw, power to tha people, yeah, yeah
Tha bosses right ta live is mine ta die
I'm goin' out heavy sorta like Mount Tai
Wit tha five centuries of penitentiary so let tha guilty hang
In tha year of tha boomerang

I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
So let tha guilty hang
I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
Uh! In the year of tha boomerang
I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
So let tha guilty hang
I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
In the year of tha boomerang

Yeah!
Now it's upon you!
Now it's upon you!
You! You! You! You! You! You! You! You!

Yeah!

[RHIZOMES]

Onyx - Last Dayz

South suicide Queens....all niggaz
gather up all your arms
and get ready for this new world order
shit is about to change muther fucker

Verse 1:

I'm America's nightmare
young black and just dont give a fuck
I just want to get high and live it up
so fuck 9 to 5
and why you tryin to slave us
with minimum wages
slammin my niggas up in cages
changing their behaviour
and spittin razors thats outrageous
smoking moaches is hopeless
we want lazy sofas and sculptures
lady chauffers who fuck us
full house and royal flushes
roll with the rush
its the official nas
got *****es with pistols and cash
we living in the last
my theory is "fuck it"
sexy niggas get abducted
my corrupted
is conducted
through ghettos
sippin amaretto
hand on the metal
foot on the pedal
never settle
we wear Carolina Herrera
dirty Donna Karan sweaters
wrap over leathers and seudes
gold plated guns and grenades
to blow up
I got news from the informers
I'm trapped in corners
bustin shots at Time-Warner

Verse 2:

hey yo
My man big Todd
he know how to get by
he high
threw a jinx
then be fixed to be fly
submit crossing up
and downtown action
and when he sticky keeper grip and move with traction
keep mad alibis
a plan to stay wise and wide eyed
living in the state of south side
crooked jakes
and fakes snake
niggas all out for papes
oh who wanna over take and leave you with drapes
the white sheet covers
this heat smuthers the street
eat brothers
ten shots rang
you got banged
we all ready for these wars
we all want more
these the last days get yours

[chorus]
32 shots and certed the glocks
you heard it for blocks
the murdering guys
convertible drops
living life on the edge of dangerous
where you living
never giving a shit
cause we living in it
cause it be off the hook
crooks crash
cheeba spots
and selling rocks
the cops around the clock
is hot
living life on the edge of dangerous
where you living
never giving a shit
cause we living in it

Verse 3:

Thinking about taking my own life
I might as well
'cept they might not sell weed in hell
and thats where I'm going
cause the devil's inside of me
they make me rob from my own nationality
its kind of ignorant
but yo I gotta pay the rent
so yeah, I'll stick a nigga most definite
cause its generate
if I get caught I'm innocent
cause I dont leave no sticky finga prints
for the cops
they only good if they dead
all that badge and that gun shit be going to they head
to make bread I gotta steal for sport
so I stole the show and sell some pennies for my thoughts
and if this fucking rap shit dont pay
I'ma start selling drugs around my way
killin' my own people in the USG
shit they gonna get it from somebody
I'd rather it be me
besides...you can't tax dirty money
and you cant trust nobody (nobody)
no one (no one)
I'm the scorpion
and I'll probably bite the bullet
cause I live by the gun

we came to hear these 25 to life niggas who just came out
and pull flame out
take aim
blow your brains out
its life on the edge of dangerous
where you living
never giving a shit
cause we living in it
in South suicide Queens where niggaz act up
nigga back up
official nas-throw your fucking gats up
its life on the edge of dangerous
where you living
never giving a shit
cause we living in it
we never giving a shit
cause we living in it
official nas mother fuckers dont give a shit
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[Mod-ist]

Power of equality - Red Hot Chili Peppers

I've got a soul
That cannot sleep
At night when something
Just ain't right
Blood red
But without sight
Exploding egos
In the night
Mix like sticks
Of dynamite
Red black or white
This is my fight
Come on courage
Let's be heard
Turn feelings
Into words
American equality
Has always been sour
An attitude
I would like to devour
My name is peace
This is my hour
Can I get
Just a little bit of power

The power of equality
Is not yet what it ought to be (ought to be)
It fills me up like a hollow tree (hollow tree)
The power of equality

Right or wrong
My song is strong
You don't like it
Get along
Say what I want
Do what I can
Death to the message
Of the Ku Klux Klan
I don't buy supremacy
Media chief
You menace me
The people you say
'Cause all the crime
Wake up motherfucker
And smell the slime
Blackest anger
Whitest fear
Can you hear me
Am I clear
My name is peace
This is my hour
Can I get
Just a little bit of power

The power of equality
Is not yet what it ought to be (ought to be)
It fills me up like a hollow tree (hollow tree)
The power of equality

I've got tapes
I've got CD's
I've got my public enemy
My lilly white ass
Is tickled pink
When I listen to the music
That makes me think
Not another
Motherfuckin' politician
Doin' nothin' but something
For his own ambition
Never touch
The sound we make
Soul sacred love
Vows that we take
To create straight
What is true
Yo he's with me
And what I do
My name is peace
This is my hour
Can I get
Just a little bit of power

The power of equality
Is not yet what it ought to be (ought to be)
It fills me up like a hollow tree (hollow tree)
The power of equality

Madder than a motherfucker
Lick my finger
Can't forget
'Cause the memory lingers
Count 'em off quick
Little piccadilly sickness
Take me to the hick
Eat my thickness
I've got a welt
From the bible belt
Dealing with the hand
That I've been dealt
Sitting in the grip
Of a killing fist
Giving up blood
Just to exist
Rub me wrong
And I get pissed
No I cannot
Get to this
People in pain
I do not dig it
Change of brain
For Mr Bigot

Little brother do you hear me
Have a heart oh come get near me
Misery is not my friend
But I'll break before I bend
What I see is insanity
What ever happened to humanity
What ever happened to humanity
What ever happened to humanity

[Random Precision]

I've been listening to this song a lot lately. I was first introduced to it when the director of the last play I starred in in high school used it to open the show (Our Town by Thornton Wilder). I suppose it makes sense to me, as I'm about to head off to university, leaving home to begin what's colloquially referred to as a "new life". The lyrics are quite powerful:

Climbing up on Solsbury Hill
I could see the city lights
Wind was blowing, time stood still
An eagle flew out of the night.

He was something to observe
Came in close, I heard a voice
Standing, stretching every nerve
I had to listen, had no choice.

I did not believe the information
I just had to trust imagination
My heart going boom, boom, boom,
"Son," he said, "grab your things, I've come to take you home."

To keep in silence as I designed
My friends would think I was a nut
Turning water into wine
Open doors would soon be shut.

So I went from day to day
Though my life was in a rut
Till I thought of what I'd say
Which connection I should cut.

I was feeling part of the scenery
I walked right out of the machinery
My heart going boom, boom, boom,
"Hey," he said, "Grab your things, I've come to take you home."

When illusion spin her net,
I'm never where I want to be
And liberty, she pirouette
When I think that I am free.

Watched by empty silhouettes
Who close their eyes, but still can see
No one taught them etiquette
I will show another me.

Today, I don't need a replacement
I'll tell them what the smile on my face meant
My heart going boom, boom, boom,
"Hey," I said, "You can keep my things, they've come to take me home."

[professorchaos]

Peter Gabriel is my favorite person ever

He wrote that song soon after leaving Genesis, so the meaning you read into it is very accurate.

[communard resolution]

Yegor Letov of Russian punk band Grazhdanskaya Oborona wrote this song in 1986. Letov, who died of a heart attack earlier this year, was a controversial character, embracing various ideologies at different points in his life: anarchism, "true communism", National Bolshevism (= Russian fascism, which he later considered a big mistake), Stalinism - in this order.

Some believe this lyric to be 'the words of someone who stopped believing in anything'. But Letov's lyrics were rarely straightforward or unambiguous, so I'd be curious to hear your interpretation:


EVERYTHING IS GOING ACCORDING TO PLAN

(translated from Russian language original 'Vse Idyot Po Planu')

The key of the borders is broken in half
While our granddaddy Lenin completely dried up
He decomposed into mould and into honey dew
While perestroika continues as planned
And all the mud has turned into naked ice
And everything is going according to plan
Everything is going according to plan

And my destiny was yearning for some rest
I promised I would not join in the war games
But on my army hat there is a hammer, a sickle, and a star
How touching - a hammer, a sickle and a star
The street lantern of anticipation is swinging back and forth
But everything is going according to plan
Everything is going according to plan

And so they fed my wife to the mob
The fist of the world smashed her chest
The freedom of the nations ripped her flesh
So go and give her a Christian funeral
Since everything is going according to plan
Everything is going according to plan

Only granddaddy Lenin was a good leader
All the others where such pieces of shit
All the others - enemies and such arseholes
Evil snow was falling over bloodstained Russia
I opened 'Korea' magazine - over there everything’s splendid as well
They have comrade Kim-Il-Sung - they have the same as us
I am convinced over there it’s the same
And everything is going according to plan
Everything is going according to plan

When communism comes everything will be fucking amazing
It will come soon, we just have to wait a bit
Everything will be for free, everyone will be happy
Then people probably won't even have to die
I woke up in the middle of the night and realised
That everything is going according to plan
Everything is going according to plan

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a4eLKIy-iDk

[Knight of Cydonia]

Le Makhnovtchina.

Makhnovtchina, Makhnovtchina
Tes drapeaux sont noirs dans le vent
ils sont noirs de notre peine
ils sont rouges de notre sang
Par les monts et par les plaines
dans la neige et dans le vent
à travers toute l'Ukraine
se levaient nos partisans.
Au Printemps les traités de Lénine
Ont livré l'Ukraine aux Allemands
A l'automne la Makhnovtchina
Les avait jeté au vent
L'armée blanche de Denikine
est entrée en Ukraine en chantant
mais bientôt la Makhnovtchina
l'a dispersée dans le vent.
Makhnovtchina, Makhnovtchina
Armée noire de nos partisans
Qui combattait en Ukraine
contre les rouges et les blancs
Makhnovtchina, Makhnovtchina
Armée noire de nos partisans
qui voulait chasser d'Ukraine
à jamais tous les tyrans.
Makhnovtchina...


English Transltion:

Makhnovshchina, Makhnovshchina
Your flags are black in the wind
They are black with our pain
They are red with our blood
By the mountains and plains
in the snow and in the wind
across the whole Ukraine
our partisans arise
In the Spring Lenin's treaties
delivered the Ukraine to the Germans
In the Fall the Makhnovshchina
threw them into the wind
Denikin's White army
entered the Ukraine singing
but soon the Makhnovshchina
scattered them in the wind.
Makhnovshchina, Makhnovshchina
black army of our partisans
Who battled in the Ukraine
against the Reds and the Whites
Makhnovshchina, Makhnovshchina
black army of our partisans
who wanted to drive away all tyrants
forever from the Ukraine.
Makhnovshchina....

[Random Precision]

Shine a Light by The Rolling Stones

Saw you stretched out in room ten-o-nine
With a smile on your face, and a tear right in your eye
Couldn't see to get a line on you, my sweet honey love

Berber jewelry jangling down the street
Make you shut your eyes at every woman that you meet
Could not seem to get a high on you, my sweet honey love

May the good lord shine a light on you
Make every song your favorite tune
May the good lord shine a light on you
Warm- like the evening sun

Well, you're drunk in the alley, baby, with your clothes all torn
And your late night friends leave you in the cold grey dawn
Just seemed too many flies on you, I just can't brush them off

Angels beating their wings in time
With smiles on their faces and a gleam right in their eyes
Thought I heard one sigh for you
Come on up, come on up now, come on up now

May the good lord shine a light on you, yeah
Make every song you sing your favorite tune
May the good lord shine a light on you, yeah
Warm- like the evening sun

Come on up now, come on up now, come on up now

May the good lord shine a light on you
Make every song you sing your favorite tune
May the good lord shine a light on you
Warm- like the evening sun

[LostFilmmaker13]

The 4th Branch

by Immortal Technique

album: Revolutionary Vol. 2 (2004)

[Talking]
The new age is upon us
And yet the past refuses to rest in its shallow grave
For those who hide behind the false image of the son of man
shall stand before God!!! It has begun
The beginning of the end
Yeah..
Yeah... yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
The voice of racism preaching the gospel is devilish
A fake church called the prophet Muhammad a terrorist
Forgetting God is not a religion, but a spiritual bond
And Jesus is the most quoted prophet in the Qu'ran
They bombed innocent people, tryin' to murder Saddam
When you gave him those chemical weapons to go to war with Iran
This is the information that they hold back from Peter Jennings
Cause Condoleeza Rice is just a new age Sally Hemmings
I break it down with critical language and spiritual anguish
The Judas I hang with, the guilt of betraying Christ
You murdered and stole his religion, and painted him white
Translated in psychologically tainted philosophy
Conservative political right wing, ideology
Glued together sloppily, the blasphemy of a nation
Got my back to the wall, cause I'm facin' assassination
Guantanamo Bay, federal incarceration
How could this be, the land of the free, home of the brave?
Indigenous holocaust, and the home of the slaves
Corporate America, dancin' offbeat to the rhythm
You really think this country, never sponsored terrorism?
Human rights violations, we continue the saga
El Savador and the contras in Nicaragua
And on top of that, you still wanna take me to prison
Just cause I won't trade humanity for patriotism

[Hook]
It's like MK-ULTRA, controlling your brain
Suggestive thinking, causing your perspective to change
They wanna rearrange the whole point of view of the ghetto
The fourth branch of the government, want us to settle
A bandana full of glittering, generality
Fighting for freedom and fighting terror, but what's reality?
Read about the history of the place that we live in
And stop letting corporate news tell lies to your children

[Verse 2]
Flow like the blood of Abraham through the Jews and the Arabs
Broken apart like a woman's heart, abused in a marriage
The brink of holy war, bottled up, like a miscarriage
Embedded correspondents don't tell the source of the tension
And they refuse to even mention, European intervention
Or the massacres in Jenin, the innocent screams
U.S. manufactured missles, and M-16's
Weapon contracts and corrupted American dreams
Media censorship, blocking out the video screens
A continent of oil kingdoms, bought for a bargain
Democracy is just a word, when the people are starvin'
The average citizen, made to be, blind to the reason
A desert full of genocide, where the bodies are freezin'
And the world doesn't believe that you fightin' for freedom
Cause you fucked the Middle East, and gave birth to a demon
It's open season with the CIA, bugging my crib
Trapped in a ghetto region like a Palestinian kid
Where nobody gives a fuck whether you die or you live
I'm tryin' to give the truth, and I know the price is my life
But when I'm gone they'll sing a song about Immortal Technique
Who beheaded the President, and the princes and sheiks
You don't give a fuck about us, I can see through your facade
Like a fallen angel standing in the presence of God
***** niggaz scared of the truth, when it looks at you hard

[Hook]
It's like MK-ULTRA, controlling your brain
Suggestive thinking, causing your perspective to change
They wanna rearrange the whole point of view in the ghetto
The fourth branch of the government, want us to settle
A bandana full of glittering, generality
Fighting for freedom and fighting terror, but what's reality?
Martial law is coming soon to the hood, to kill you
While you hanging your flag out your project window

[Talking]
Yeah..
The fourth branch of the government AKA the media
Seems to now have a retirement plan for ex-military officials
As if their opinion was at all unbiased
A machine shouldn't speak for men
So shut the fuck up you mindless drone!
And you know it's serious
When these same media outfits are spending millions of dollars on a PR campaign
To try to convince you they're fair and balanced
When they're some of the most ignorant, and racist people
Giving that type of mentality a safe haven
We act like we share in the spoils of war that they do
We die in wars, we don't get the contracts to make money off 'em afterwards!
We don't get weapons contracts, nigga!
We don't get cheap labor for our companies, nigga!
We are cheap labor, nigga!
Turn off the news and read, nigga!
Read... read... read...

[Abluegreen7]

the water turned black and it's just getting darker.
so be afraid, be afraid, be very afraid of the coming nightmare.
the neo-christian theocrats pray on a Sunday afternoon
then welcome in Pinochet's men to intimidate and kill.
all that we know, all that we know is
be afraid, be afraid...be very afraid of the coming nightmare.
so filled with exhilaration and feels like intoxication.
there's nothing like a firefight to get your blood pumping.
we get off to the rhythm of the trigger and destruction.
fallujah to New Orleans with impunity to kill.
we are the hidden fist of the free market.
we are the ink, we are the quill.
what have you learned through the years?
what have you learned from your fears?
water tastes like arsenic - feel it pumpking coursing in your blood.
your throat gets tight, you can't quite breathe. room spinning - kiss your ass goodbye.
now you're off, you've been taken on a ride.
we've been sold, been sold a bill of lies.
there's a storm cloud gathering overhead.
ominous, black, reigning hell. when it drops jackboot down on your streets.
you're gonna pray like hell that you're armed to the teeth.
built on a corporate welfare scam.
Rumsfield doctrine stealing wealth.
profits to saccharine sweet, the wall street bankers weep.
as the storm gains strength the aging levees break.
the ancient ground does quake.
and your lungs will fill your spineless apathy

[Incendiarism]

David Bowie - Young Americans

They pulled in just behind the bridge
He lays her down, he frowns
"Gee my life's a funny thing, am I still too young?"
He kissed her then and there
She took his ring, took his babies
It took him minutes, took her nowhere
Heaven knows, she'd have taken anything, but

CHORUS (SHE)
All night
She wants the young American
Young American, young American, she wants the young American
All right
She wants the young American

Scanning life through the picture window
She finds the slinky vagabond
He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang, but
Heaven forbid, she'll take anything
But the freak, and his type, all for nothing
He misses a step and cuts his hand, but
Showing nothing, he swoops like a song
She cries "Where have all Papa's heroes gone?"

CHORUS (SHE)

All the way from Washington
Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor
"We live for just these twenty years
Do we have to die for the fifty more?"

CHORUS (HE)
All night
He wants the young American
Young American, young American, he wants the young American
All right
He wants the young American

Do you remember, your President Nixon?
Do you remember, the bills you have to pay
Or even yesterday?

Have you have been an un-American?
Just you and your idol singing falsetto 'bout
Leather, leather everywhere, and
Not a myth left from the ghetto
Well, well, well, would you carry a razor
In case, just in case of depression?
Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors
Blushing at all the afro-Sheeners
Ain't that close to love?
Well, ain't that poster love?
Well, it ain't that Barbie doll
Her heart's been broken just like you have

CHORUS (YOU)
All night
You want the young American
Young American, young American, you want the young American
All right
You want the young American

You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler
A pimp's got a Cadi and a lady got a Chrysler
Black's got respect, and white's got his soul train
Mama's got cramps, and look at your hands ache
(I heard the news today, oh boy)
I got a suite and you got defeat
Ain't there a man you can say no more?
And, ain't there a woman I can sock on the jaw?
And, ain't there a child I can hold without judging?
Ain't there a pen that will write before they die?
Ain't you proud that you've still got faces?
Ain't there one damn song that can make me
break down and cry?

CHORUS (I) (repeat 3 times ad lib)
All night
I want the young American
Young American, young American, I want the young American
All right
I want the young American

[Pirate Utopian]

Buddy Holly - I'm Gonna Love You Too

You're gonna say you'll a miss me
You're gonna say you'll a kiss me
You're gonna say you'll love me
Cause I'm a-Gonna Love You Too

It's a gonna happen some day
You're gonna see things my way
Your gonna say you'll a love me
Cause I'm a-Gonna Love You Too

After all another fella took ya
But I still can't overlook ya
I'm a-gonna do my best to hook ya
After all is said and done

You're gonna say you'll a miss me
You're gonna say you'll a kiss me
You're gonna say you'll a love me
Cause I'm a-Gonna Love You Too

[Fawkes]

Suburban Rebels by The Business

They're the sons and daughters of well off bankers
Tom Robinsons' army of trendy wankers
Flared blue jeans and anoracks
With yellow streaks all down their backs
Who act so tough when their on tv
But trendy wankers don't scare me

[Chorus:]
Oi!, Oi! Oi! Chosen few
This is what we think of you
Surburban rebels playing at reds
You would be urban terrorists
You don't scare us with your badges and banners
You know fuck all about heavy manners

You're the middle class kiddies from public schools
Who write the slogans on the toilet walls
Like Tony Benn's clones in plastic masks
You wave a hammer and sickle, never Union Jacks
Got lots of mouth when your in a crowd
But when your alone you don't speak loud

[Hit The North]

In every dream home a heartache - Roxy Music

In every dream home a heartache
And every step I take
Takes me further from heaven
Is there a heaven?
I`d like to think so
Standards of living
They´re rising daily
But home oh sweet home
It´s only a saying
From bell push to faucet
In smart town apartment
The cottage is pretty
The main house a palace
Penthouse perfection
But what goes on
What to do there
Better pray there

Open plan living
Bungalow ranch style
All of its comforts
Seem so essential
I bought you mail order
My plain wrapper baby
Your skin is like vinyl
The perfect companion
You float my new pool
De luxe and delightful
Inflatable doll
My role is to serve you
Disposable darling
Can´t throw you away now
Immortal and life size
My breath is inside you
I´ll dress you up daily
And keep you till death sighs
Inflatable doll
Lover ungrateful
I blew up your body
But you blew my mind

Oh those heartaches
Dreamhome heartaches

[INDK]

Mischief Brew - "Thanks Bastards!"

Thank you Mr. Officer Great, for all the things you said to me, for all the good that you have ever done
Will you, what would I be, all the gas upon my flames, my love and rage are balled up into one
For everytime your gun goes off, a new rebel is born.
So when there's 41 bullets, there's 41 thousand thorns in your side
We'll take a ride down to precinct 29, and we'll sing and dance and break the code of silence

Thank you governor
Thank you governor
to the mayor and
the commissioner
your monster is alive now
shes taking to the streets
crashing through your opera house and tearing upthe seats
for all the times you sign your name, someone out there dies
found a wallet, not a gun
a mother's wiping tears
from her eyes
we despise
your hollow truths and honest lies
now you can sing the monster into slumber

Thanks Bastards!
You made me what I am

Thanks Bastards!
I took the goods and ran

Thanks Bastards!
You made me what I am

Thanks Bastards!
I took the goods and ran

I took the goods and ran X3

Homeland security Vs civil liberty
I'm studying in the shadows of our state
I've seen the bones they tried to hide


The funeral march of all the victims of your power war
rob the right to steal the night and rebels shall be born
for ever more your the storm we should play after it pours
and joy is sure to come after your silence. X2


Thanks Bastards!
You made me what I am

Thanks Bastards!
I took the goods and ran

Thanks Bastards!
You made me what I am

Thanks Bastards!
I took the goods and ran

I took the goods and ran X3

[INDK]

Mischief Brew - "Gimme Coffee, or Death"

It could have been just like any other day.
If not for the drug raids.
They seemed so normal as they were cuffed and hauled away.
Who could have thought?
We should have known.
Such a nice family, but it's all just a show.
It could have been just like any other day
if not for the blood or the rain.

It could have been just your everyday commute.
And then I heard the sirens and i flipped on the news
'Disobedient civilians have all lanes damned,
arrests are being made, wrists are being slapped'
So I cranked down the window as I rolled past:
'Get a boss, take a bath.'
That's what the others shouted while I blared the horn,
with my fist in the air and my gas to the floor.

(Chorus)
Give me death or give me rain.
I feel so numb better give me pain.
Bomb threats and hurricanes,
or a new berry flavor from the coffee tray...

It could have been just your forgotten school day,
if not for the drills and the bells that saved.
The fire started some place cool and safe.
Who could have thought?
We should have known!
'Thousands dead!' the leaders spoke.
I pulled at their cuffs
while they were at each other's throats:
'Does this mean I get to go home?'

Chorus

Liberty is too much strain.
It could have been like any other day,
if not for the blood in the rain.

[Incendiarism]

Mischief Brew - "Thanks Bastards!"

I had the song playing as I saw this post...

I fucking love Mischief Brew!

My favorite song by them - A Rebel's Romance

Goodnight, my dear
Lay aside songs of spite and fear
We lovers are bound
Completing the circle and waltzing around
Your (?) as fire
Roaring and washing the tinsel from liars
And with every kiss, solace and bliss, will not seem so rare

A rebel's embrace, shall give us a taste
Of truth that is masked by a sly poker face
A spirit is well and alive
Live and we will survive.
x2

Goodnight, my love
The moon, she shines from above
So forgot all the rough
Rejoice and revolt with love when you rise up
Your words soothe as waters;
Carving a path through mountains and mortar
To shatter the ground, walls of silence with sound
With lions and doves

A rebel's embrace, shall give us a taste
Of truth that is masked by a sly poker face
A spirit is well and alive
Live and we will survive.
x2

[INDK]

Amazing band. :)

[Armand Iskra]

THE GUERRILLA IS LIKE A POET

by Jose Maria Sison

The guerrilla is like a poet
Keen to the rustle of leaves
The break of twigs
The ripples of the river
The smell of fire
And the ashes of departure.

The guerrilla is like a poet.
He has merged with the trees
The bushes and the rocks
Ambiguous but precise
Well-versed on the law of motion
And the master of myriad of images.

The guerrilla is like a poet
Enrhymed with nature
The subtle rhythm of the greenery
The outer silence, the outer innocence
The steel tensile in-grace
That ensnares the enemy.

(repeat the first part)

The guerilla is like a poet.
He moves with the green brown multitude
In bush burning with red flowers
That crown and hear-ten all
Swarming the terrain as a flood
Marching at last against the stronghold.

An endless movement of strength
Behold the protracted theme:
The people's epic, the people's war.

PYRAMID
(tatsulok Original by Buklod)


Son, hurry, hurry up and run
Evade the bombs that are pointed at your head
Son now jump, fall down flat if necessary
Or else you may be hit by stray bullets
Son, listen up, don't stay out late at night
You might be mistaken for someone else and end up lifeless on the roadside
Son, do you know the beginning
Of all this strife that never seems to end?


[refrain]
Not red and yellow are the real opposing sides
Color and symbol are not the real reasons
Just as long as there are many who are being dragged down by poverty
And justice is just for the wealthy
[chorus]
As long as there's a pyramid and they are at the top
This conflict will never ever end

The voices of the peoples shall be redeemed And what was once a little farm now is a graveyard
Son, do something, reverse this pyramid
Those who are poor like you, put them on the top
[repeat refrain and chorus]

TATSULOK
[tagalog original]


Totoy bilisan mo, bilisan mo ang takbo
Ilagan ang mga bombang nakatutok sa ulo mo
Totoy tumalon ka, dumapa kung kailangan
At baka tamaan pa ng mga balang ligaw


Totoy makinig ka, wag kang magpa-gabi
Baka mapagkamalan ka't humandusay dyan sa tabi
Totoy alam mo ba kung ano ang puno't dulo
Ng di matapos-tapos na kaguluhang ito


Refrain :
Hindi pula't dilaw tunay na magkalaban
Ang kulay at tatak ay di syang dahilan
Hangga't marami ang lugmok sa kahirapan
At ang hustisya ay para lang sa mayaman
Chorus :
Habang may tatsulok at sila ang nasa tuktok
Di matatapos itong gulo


Iligtas ang hininga ng kay raming mga tao
At ang dating munting bukid, ngayo'y sementeryo
Totoy kumilos ka, baliktarin ang tatsulok
Tulad ng dukha, nailagay mo sa tuktok


repeat Refrain and Chorus

[ashaman1324]

Born to die
and you get to sit and watch yer t.v. set
believe the lies before yer eyes
credit cards & apple pies
50 stars to blind yer eyes 13 stripes to hypnotize
free thought is gone
you'll never see yer just a pawn
you'll die tomorrow but today yer empty dreams just fade away evaporate, dissolve to hate while you survive and wait until a lifeless fate
yer stupid lives just piddle on
you slave fer others and then your gone
i just can't escape the lying the moment we are born we're dying (and it's) such an ugly sight we have no rights
we have no future no reasons why
just born to die
yer dumb self can't appreciate the freedom in my thought
the weak sense of autonomy when i'm tripping in my squat
that empty void was never filled
but the dreams of others you helped kill
you'll justify, will linger on but dontcha know that dreams all die the day yer born there is no god
there's only ignorant bliss
no reasons why
were born to die (just born to die)
gone to be, god is dead, lies & truth are in my head yer history, economy, soeciety
it isn't me, it's all on you reality, it's whatcha do, it's whatcha make
the truth in lies the freedom dies, the mind it numbs, the spirit breaks (with) all our rights
it kills our future our reasons why
we're born to die (just born to die)


choking victim- born to die

[Dean]

Christmas Everyday by Snog


The snow falls gently to the ground
Under the tree, gifts scattered around
That special day that comes but once a year
All your dreams come true right here

Oh it's christmas everyday, christmas everyday
For those freaks in the White House

Dick Cheney's in Haliburton Heaven
Since September 11
There's carnage and cash on tap
From Afghanistan and Iraq

A cornucopia of gangster dystopia
The aroma of roasted Iraqi children
Creates a joy seldom hidden, seldom hidden, seldom hidden

And it's christmas everyday, christmas everyday
For those blood-thirsty freaks in the White house
Oh it's christmas everyday, christmas everyday
For those murdering freaks in the White house

Unwrap that delightful cluster bomb
Hundreds of splinters fall around
They rip and shred that tender brown flesh
Oh it's just too.. delicious

And it's all ... smiles in the white house

Oh it's christmas everyday christmas everyday
For those murdering freaks in the White house
Oh it's christmas everday christmas everyday
For those blood-thirsty freaks in the White House

Now you may think it's all too suspicious
Some invisible dude in a cave could create such happiness

But where there is a will, there is a way for oil
No amount of carnage is too much trouble or toil
And don't dare cry conspiracy
It's just christmas, you see

Oh it's christmas everyday, christmas everday
For those blood thirsty freaks in the White House
Oh it's christmas everday, christmas everyday
For those murdering freaks in the White House

[Random Precision]

Macy's Day Parade by Green Day

Today's the Macy's Day Parade
The night of the living dead is on its way
With a credit report for duty call
It's a lifetime guarantee
Stuffed in a coffin 10% more free
Red light special at the mausoleum

Give me something that I need
Satisfaction guaranteed to you
What's the consolation prize?
Economy sized dreams of hope

When I was a kid I thought I wanted all the things that I haven't got
Oh, but I learned the hardest way
Then I realized what it took
To tell the difference between thieves and crooks
A lesson learned to me and you

Give me something that I need
Satisfaction guaranteed
Because I'm thinking about a brand new hope
The one I've never known
Cause now I know it's all that I wanted

What's the consolation prize?
Economy sized dreams of hope
Give me something that I need
Satisfaction guaranteed
Because I'm thinking about a brand new hope
The one I've never known, and where it goes
And I'm thinking about the only road
The one I've never known, and where it goes

And I'm thinking about a brand new hope
The one I've never known
Cause now I know it's all that I wanted.

[cleef]

Promoe: KKKampain

[Yo, yo yo, living in this world feels like living in a george orwell novel]
[Like, like, yo]

The year is 1 9 8 to the 4
cos world leaders are waging a war
Called shock and awe for rapid world dominance
They lockin' jaws a rabbit dogs' common sense
dad's walkin' home, his baby girl by the hand
askin' all kind of question can't understand
evil men going for the jugular vein
he feels troubled and shamed cus he couldn't explain that...

[Chorus:]
war ain't nothin' but a campaign
freedom ain't nothin' but a brand name
why people gotta die, why we can't change
that it's all a part of the dirty mans game
but daddy ain't that strange
some people drinkin' nothin' but champagne
others drinkin' dirty water from a bad drain
is that also part of the kkkampain

[Promoe:]
nahh, she didn't stu-stu-studder mawfucker
subconsciously she knows that the scud missiles and rockets
are launched by the same white devils who used to fight rebels
in africa north and south america
it's just a new era with new terminology
thoroughly they've studied the human psychology
from the colonies to far east, now follow me
shock and awe ain't nothin' but hiroshima nagasaki
hitlers blitzkrieg is desert storm
same people dying, same red blood a flow'n
but when some people fight this war it's a righteous war
listen didn't you hear me right before

[Chorus:]
I said it's not a war it's a campaign
and freedom can be bought it's a brand name
some people gotta die that's a damn shame
still it's not a war it's a kkkampain

[Promoe:]
Take a good look in your good book or your anarchist cookbook
read the writings on the wall that the hoods from your hood put
up for you to check like some travelin' truth-sayers
you can even check the babylon newspapers
as long as you know who wrote it and with what motive
I know KRS said it already I quoted
not to prove a point but to get my point of view across
cus I don't know the truth of course
I'm only here to find out what's true for me
and you too better find out what's true for you
and overstand that they twist the words to fit the worst
badminded people called mr bush
dick cheney, donald rumsfeld, it's enough
todo mi gente en el mundo, listen up
since they own the media they keep on deceivin' us
with a new language don't believe me man, we live in this world...

[Chorus:]
where war is campaign
and freedom ain't nothin' but a brand name
some people gotta die that's a damn shame
still we celebratin' drunk off the champagne
though it's obvious we just missed the last train
big business politicians' on a rampage
and it's too late now we can't change
and it's not a war it's a kkkampain

[Random Precision]

Jerusalem by Steve Earle

I woke up this morning, and none of the news was good
And death machines were rumbling 'cross the ground where Jesus stood
And the man on my TV told me it had always been that way
There's nothing anyone could do or say.

And I almost listened to him
Yeah, I almost lost my mind
Then I regained my senses again
Looked into my heart to find
That I believe that one fine day, all the children of Abraham
Will lay down their swords forever in Jerusalem.

Well, maybe I'm only dreaming, and maybe I'm just a fool
But I don't remember learning how to hate in sunday school.
But somewhere along the way I strayed, and I never looked back again
But I still find some comfort now and then.

Then the storm comes rumblin' in
And I can't lay me down
And the drums are drummin' again
And I can't stand the sound
But I believe there'll come a day when the lion and the lamb
Will lie down in peace together in Jerusalem.

There'll be no barricades then
There'll be no wire or walls
And we can wash all this blood from our hands
And all this hatred from our souls
And I believe that on that day all the children of Abraham
Will lay down their swords forever in Jerusalem.

[Dystisis]

Swans - God Loves America

And All Across America
The Poison Fires Glow
And In The Blood Of Our Procreation
Annihilation Grows
Yes Love Was Made For Slaves Like Us
Designed To Fetishize
Consumption, Waste And An Identity
Based On A Dying Lie
So God Forgive America
The End Of History Is Now
And God May Save The Victim
But Only The Murderer Holds Real Power
We Came Across The Seas
We'd Fill With Offal And Disgust
And Any Object Industry Required
We Bought, Enslaved, Or We Crushed
And Now Our Minds Are As Naked As The Paradise We
Stripped
And Our Reward Is Our Entropy
Our Emptiness Is Our Gift
So God Forgive America
And Every Human On This Earth
And God Forgive The Ruined Lives
And Nothing Is What It's Worth

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uXj69Rv2yFw&feature=related

A very strong song.

[Dystisis]

Swans - God Loves America

And All Across America
The Poison Fires Glow
And In The Blood Of Our Procreation
Annihilation Grows
Yes Love Was Made For Slaves Like Us
Designed To Fetishize
Consumption, Waste And An Identity
Based On A Dying Lie
So God Forgive America
The End Of History Is Now
And God May Save The Victim
But Only The Murderer Holds Real Power
We Came Across The Seas
We'd Fill With Offal And Disgust
And Any Object Industry Required
We Bought, Enslaved, Or We Crushed
And Now Our Minds Are As Naked As The Paradise We
Stripped
And Our Reward Is Our Entropy
Our Emptiness Is Our Gift
So God Forgive America
And Every Human On This Earth
And God Forgive The Ruined Lives
And Nothing Is What It's Worth

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uXj69Rv2yFw&feature=related

A very strong song.

[Random Precision]

Street Hassle Medley: Waltzing Matlida/Street Hassle/Slipaway by Lou Reed

A) Waltzing Matilda

Waltzing Matilda whipped out her wallet
The sexy boy, he smiled in dismay
She took out four twenties, cause she liked round figures
Everybody's queen for a day
Oh babe, I'm on fire and you know how I admire your body
Why don't we slip away
Although I'm sure you're certain, it's a rarity me flirtin'
Sha-la-la-la, this way

Oh, sha-la-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la-la
Hey baby, come on let's slip away

Luscious and gorgeous, oh what a hunk of muscle
Call out the national guard
She creamed in her jeans as he picked up her means
From off of the formica topped bar
And cascading slowly, he lifted her wholly
And boldly out of this world
And despite people's derision
Proved to be more than diversion
Sha-la-la-la, later on

And then sha-la-la-la-la, he entered her slowly
And showed her where he was coming from
And then sha-la-la-la-la, he made love to her gently
It was like she'd never, ever come
And then sha-la-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la-la
When the sun rose and he made to leave
You know, sha-la-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la-la
Neither one regretted a thing.

B) Street Hassle

Hey, that ****'s not breathing
I think she's had too much
Of something or other, hey man, you know what I mean
I dont mean to scare you
But you're the one who came here
And you're the one who's gotta take her when you leave
I'm not being smart, or trying to be cold on my part
And I'm not gonna wear my heart on my sleeve
But you know, people get all emotional
And sometimes, man, they just don't act rational
They think they're just on TV.

Sha-la-la-la, man
Why don't you just slip her away?

You know, I'm glad that we met, man
It really was nice talking
And I really wish that there was a little more time to speak
But you know, it could be a hassle
Trying to explain myself to a police officer
About how it was that your old lady got herself stiffed

And its not like we could help
But there was nothing no one could do
And if there was, man, you know I would have been the first
But when someone turns that blue
Well, it's a universal truth
And then you just know that ***** will never fuck again

By the way, thats really some bad shit
That you came to our place with
But you ought to be more careful around the little girls
It's either the best or its the worst
And since I dont have to choose
I guess I won't (and I know this ain't no way to treat a guest),
But why dont you grab your old lady by the feet
And just lay her out on the darkened street
And by morning, she's just another hit and run.

You know, some people got no choice
And they can never find a voice
To talk with that they can even call their own
So the first thing that they see
That allows them the right to be
Why they follow it, you know, it's called bad luck.

C) Slipaway

Believe me, that it's just a lie,
That's what she tells her friends
Cause the real song, the real song
Which she won't even admit to herself
Beat narrow heart, the song lots of people know
It's a painful song
It'll only say the truth
It lasts for sad songs
Penny for a wish
A wish wont make you a soldier
A pretty kiss or a pretty face, can't have its way
The tramps like us, who were born to pay.

Love is gone away
And there's no one here now
And there's nothing left to say
But, oh, how I miss him, baby
Oh, baby, come on and slip away
Come on, baby, why dont you slip away

Love is gone away
Took the rings off my fingers
And there's nothing left to say
But, oh how, oh how I need him, baby
Come on, baby, I need you baby
Oh, please don't slip away
I need your loving so bad, babe
Please, don't slip away...

[Led Zeppelin]

Bob Dylan - Love Minus Zero/No Limit

My love she speaks like silence,
Without ideals or violence,
She doesn't have to say she's faithful,
Yet she's true, like ice, like fire.

People carry roses,
Make promises by the hours,
My love she laughs like the flowers,
Valentines can't buy her.

In the dime stores and bus stations,
People talk of situations,
Read books, repeat quotations,
Draw conclusions on the wall.

Some speak of the future,
My love she speaks softly,
She knows there's no success like failure
And that failure's no success at all.
The cloak and dagger dangles,
Madams light the candles.

In ceremonies of the horsemen,
Even the pawn must hold a grudge.
Statues made of match sticks,
Crumble into one another,
My love winks, she does not bother,
She knows too much to argue or to judge.

The bridge at midnight trembles,
The country doctor rambles,
Bankers' nieces seek perfection,
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring.
The wind howls like a hammer,
The night blows cold and rainy,
My love she's like some raven
At my window with a broken wing.

[FreeFocus]

The Welfare Poets - Let It Be Known

Through the darkness
We continue to spark this
a black star shining like Marcus
so far to the left where FARC is

definitely feel we've gotten enough
mileage out of marches
and we give a perspective on community
that reaches for deeper than these Marxist

so of course I don't give a fuck
about their bullshit procedures and fabricated charges
any signs of justice in this country
are simply mirages

cuz freedom and america
are not synonymous
in fact their polar opposites
so i don't want to hear a word about that Obama shit

ask him about the death penalty
he won't abolish it
ask him about Israeli defiance of Geneva Convention
he won't acknowledge

talk to him about Mexicans rights to their original land
he'll look at you with astonishment
but if you bring up Afghanistan
he'll convince you of Bombing it

so don't tell me he's down with the people
because of that ganja shit
cuz the realism is to put a black face at head of american imperialism
ponder it

now any illusions of our peoples freedom
he now ponders it
even some of our deepest emcees ability to see
is on the fritz

asking us to perform at some electoral rally
go yonder with
cuz with these pacifying function
we just don't bother with

its egregious, he so facetious
deceiving the people regarding change we can believe in
as he turns a deaf ear
on real people grieving

Obama's support comes from
the right wing of the democrats
so where's he's at
a warmonger with the same hunger to pre-emptively attack

white masking with a skin that's black
in fact Barrack
hopes to continue this borderless war
fighting Al Qaeda all over the map



Verse 2: The Legendary MIC

allow I to spit
allow me to sit for a second to commence to rip
into shreds fragments and bits
all the bull shit they tryna kick

we got munitions wit banana clips
Ak 47's wit the wooden grips
derringers with ornate tips
to bring retribution for slave ships

now the ghetto is a jungle
and our hunger brings guerrilla warfare
we are Vietnamese in the tunnels
got you in my cross hairs its all fair

squeeze off and displace air
blow your head clean clear
off ya shoulders, we are soldiers
endanger your species like pouches we don't care!!

so yeah I'll cast the 1st stone
rock and pebble too
fuck it hommie
i'll be shot puttin boulders at your vestibule

you duckin who? not I?
neither diplomat nor a scholar or Obama
just a wild muhfucker
who wants to bomb ya

bore at ya neck
pouring with sweat
to show u how wild
a poor kid can get

when an orphan is left
to struggle and stress
deep in his heart a lion is kept

like a lion I've slept -- I'm so deadly
look at my plan Ray - I'm so ready
so send me
look at my hand God, it's so steady
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This song gave me some hope on an otherwise depressing Nov. 4.

[Module]

I don't tend to care too much about lyrics, but Queensryche ...
Anybody that hasn't heard this song should really download, listen to it and bask in it's overwhelming glory.


Queensryche - Suite Sister Mary
10 p.m.,
I feel the rain coming down
My face feels the wet,
My mind the storm

Flashing lights as people race to find shelter from the pour
Moving silent, through the streets, they're mine,
They're mine.

Midnight,
She sings praises in the hall
To saintly faces hallowed be their names she can't recall
Sister Mary, Virgin Mary,
Silent with her sin,
She feels me, I can taste her breath when she speaks.

Mary, Mary just a whore for the underground,
They made you pay in guilt for your salvation.
Thought you had them fooled? Now they've sent me for you.
You know too much for your own good.
Don't offer me faith, I've got all I need here.
My faith is growing, growing tight against the seam.
What we need is trust to keep us both alive,
Help us make it through the night.

I've no more want of any faith,
Bind my arm and feed my mind.
The only peace I've ever known,
I'll close my eyes and you shoot.

Mary, listen,
You've got to pull your strength
From my lips, I pray I feed you well.

Your precious cross is gone, it made me wait so long,
For what you give to everyone.
The priest is cold and dead, on his knees he fed
From my barrel of death, he turned
The holy water red. As he died he said
Thank you, I just watched him bleed.

I feel the flow, the blessed stain,
Sweating hands like fire, and flames.
Burn my thighs, spread in sacrificial rite,
The hallowed altar burns my flesh
Once more tonight.

Mary, my lady of pain,
Always alone.
Blind, you search for the truth.
I see myself in you,
Parallel lives.
Winding at light speed through time.

No time to rest yet.
We've got to stop this game,
Before madness has the final laugh.
Too much bloodshed,
We're being used and fed,
Like rats in experiments.

No final outcome here,
Only pain and fear.
It's followed us both all our lives.
There's one thing left to see,
Will it be him or me?
There's one more candle left to light.

Don't turn your back on my disgrace.
The blood of Christ can't heal my wounds, so deep.
The sins of man are all I taste.
Can't spit the memory from my mind.
I can't cry anymore.

Mary, my lady of pain,
Always alone.
Blind you search for the truth.
I see myself in you,
Parallel lives.
Winding at light-speed through time.
You're mine.

[Dimentio]

Whirlwinds of beauty tormenting the heart
Less than light, more than dark
Chaos is tearing their lives apart
Less than something, more than nothing

Fake smiles are burning like phosphor
Modern men in their modern corps
Too much power to remain sane
Too much adrenaline to feel the pain

Figurines dance at the horizon
Puppets that drink acid and breathe ozone
Pieces when Gods are playing chess
Embodied lifelessness

Life and death at their disposal
Live or die, roll the dice
Too many decisions not enough facts
A conscience is a cheap sacrifice

Colony 5 - Phosphor

[Pirate Utopian]

The Tubes - White Punks On Dope

Teenage had a race for the night time
Spent my cash on every high I could find
Wasted time in every school in L.A.
Getting loose, I didn't care what the kids say

We're white punks on dope
Mom & Dad moved to Hollywood
Hang myself when I get enough rope
Can't clean up, though I know I should
White punks on dope
White punks on dope

Other dudes are living in the ghetto
But born in Pacific Heights don't seem much betto

We're white punks on dope
Mom & Dad live in Hollywood
Hang myself when I get enough rope
I can't clean up, though I know I should
White punks on dope
White punks on dope

I go crazy 'cause my folks are so fucking rich
Have to score when I get that rich white punk itch
Sounds real classy, living in a chateau
So lonely, all the other kids will never know

We're white punks on dope
Mom & Dad live in Hollywood
Hang myself when I get enough rope
Can't clean up, though I know I should
White punks on dope
White punks on dope

[hereisnowhy]

Tonight I sat alone on the steps and stared into the blank sky; stars cloaked by smog, the poison of our own. And as the bitter air bit down I held my breath and thought of all the others on their backs. How do you organize resistance against something that's not even there(but still killing you)? Dirt covered fists screaming indignantly, midigate to out turned palms pleading admittedly. Raping people of their hope and the sky of all its stars. They're dying at your feet but 'who cares who they are.' (right?) There's no place like home. "It's like filling an empty glass from an empty bottle." and it's stricken by rigor mortis with your hand on the throttle. Grasping at a chance through a wall of austerity and a fence of police enforced by democratic vulgarity. Two percent controlling the power; controlling yo, controlling me, controling the borders of democracy. So it's you, and it's me and we're up against a fence, control or be controlled by only two percent. So it's you, and it's me and we're up against a fence, control or be controlled, because only we can set us free.

[Djehuti]

Joe Hill - Should I Ever Be a Soldier




We're spending billions every year
For guns and ammunition.
"Our Army" and "our Navy" dear,
To keep in good condition;
While millions live in misery
And millions died before us,
Don't sing "My Country 'tis of thee,"
But sing this little chorus.

Should I ever be a soldier,
'Neath the Red Flag I would fight;
Should the gun I ever shoulder,
It's to crush the tyrant's might.
Join the army of the toilers,
Men and women fall in line,
Wage slave of the world! Arouse!
Do your duty for the cause,
For Land and Liberty.

And many a maiden, pure and fair,
Her love and pride must offer
On Mammon's altar in despair,
To fill the master's coffer.
The gold that pays the mighty fleet,
From tender youth he squeezes,
While brawny men must walk the street
And face the wintry breezes.

Why do they mount their gatling gun
A thousand miles from ocean,
Where hostile fleet could never run --
Ain't that a funny notion?
If you don't know the reason why,
Just strike for better wages,
And then, my friends -- if you don't die --
You'll sing this song for ages.

[Random Precision]

The Body of an American by The Pogues

The Cadillac stood by the house
And the Yanks, they were within
And the tinker boys they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
Then we turned and shook as we had a look
In the room where the dead man lay
So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip
To the shores where his fathers laid.

And fifteen minutes later
We had our first taste of whiskey
There was uncles giving lectures
On ancient Irish history
The men all started telling jokes
And the women they got frisky
By five o'clock in the evening
Every bastard there was piskey.

Fare thee well, gone away
There's nothing left to say
Farewell to New York City boys, to Boston and PA
He took them out with a well-aimed clout
And we often heard him say,
"I'm a free born man of the USA!"

He fought the champ in Pittsburgh
And he slashed him to the ground
He took on Tiny Tartanella
And it only went one round
He never had no time for reds
For drink or dice or whores
And he never threw a fight
Unless the fight was right
So they sent him to the war.

Fare thee well, gone away
There's nothing left to say
With a slainte Joe and Erin go
My love's in Amerikay
The calling of the rosary
Spanish wine from far away
I'm a free born man of the USA!

This morning on the harbor
When I said goodbye to you
I remember how I swore
That I'd come back to you one day
And as the sunset came to meet
The evening on the hill
I told you I'd always love you
I always did, and I always will.

Fare thee well, gone away
There's nothing left to say
Except to say adieu
To your eyes as blue as the water in the bay
And to big Jim Dwyer, the man of wire
Who was often heard to say,
I'm a free born man of the USA!
I'm a free born man of the USA!
I'm a free born man of the USA!

[DrewRevolution]

I've always had a soft spot in my heart for sarcasm

Phil Ochs - Love Me I'm a Liberal

I cried when they shot Medgar Evers
Tears ran down my spine
And I cried when they shot Mr. Kennedy
As though I'd lost a father of mine
But Malcolm X got what was coming
He got what he asked for this time
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal
I go to the civil rights rallies
And I put down the old D.A.R.
I love Harry and Sidney and Sammy
I hope every colored boy becomes a star
But don't talk about revolution
That's going a little bit too far
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal
I cheered when Humphrey was chosen
My faith in the system restored
And I'm glad that the commies were thrown out
From the A.F.L. C.I.O. board
And I love Puerto Ricans and Negros
As long as they don't move next door
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal
Ah, the people of old Mississippi
Should all hang their heads in shame
Now I can't understand how their minds work
What's the matter don't they watch Les Crain?
But if you ask me to bus my children
I hope the cops take down your name
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal
Yes, I read New Republic and Nation
I've learned to take every view
You know, I've memorized Lerner and Golden
I feel like I'm almost a Jew
But when it comes to times like Korea
There's no one more red, white and blue
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal
I vote for the democratic party
They want the U.N. to be strong
I attend all the Pete Seeger concerts
He sure gets me singing those songs
And I'll send all the money you ask for
But don't ask me to come on along
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal
Sure, once I was young and impulsive
I wore every conceivable pin
Even went to socialist meetings
Learned all the old union hymns
Ah, but I've grown older and wiser
And that's why I'm turning you in
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

[Das war einmal]

Kreator - Murder Fantasies

A mind consumed with anger
From the womb I was insane
I cannot help but hate you now
Can't breathe cannot think straight
Like a wounded beast I long for your death
A vision of you dying is forming in my head
I look down on the things you stand for a believe
I crave control of subjects
I will take you to the final extreme

I want to kill you
Take away your life
In torture as you die
I want to kill you
Your death I want to feel
Create your corpse in murder fantasies

Feel me coming closer
Eyes all filled with tears
As long as you don't fade away
The pain won't disappear
Nothing will be left of your repulsive world
I'll take you to a place where your cries
Cannot be heard
My laughter, like salt, I pour into your wounds
Hysteric screams of pleasure
An abstract violent soundtrack to your doom

I want to kill you
Take away your life
In torture as you die
I want to kill you
Your death I want to feel
Create your corpse in murder fantasies

Just you and me now the ritual begins
There will be no emotion just cold-blooded killing
When you least expect it I'll stand before you
Don't try to escape for today
My fantasy comes true

I want to kill you, I want to kill you, I want to kill you
I'll make you suffer
I'll make you scream
I will be known as dispose the supreme
Inhale from those I despise
Expandable, taker of life
Caress the blade, I lay waste
Erased!!!!

[NecroCommie]

Unexpect - Feasting fools

Drinking words from a bone catheter
Without consistence
Tasting dominance as an appetizer
Ambitious platters spiced with numbers
My thoughts wander as I stare at the talking fish...
Giving sound advices on how to silence my dish.

Billions of livings painting for the greedy
In this summit of foam
Invited by naughty titans in their inhuman museum
To share not-so mysteries and their would-be decorum.
Feasting fools on a monstrous path
Feasting fools in a soiled bubble bath
Table is set for tragedy
A misshapen mole in the face of decency.

Cybernetic fairies in loss of power
Crushed by the work-till-death project
Sick as wingless birds skewered on a numeric stake.
Look...the synthetic clown is smiling ...and the children are starving
Ludicrous pawn of despotic trampers
Industrial monsters, jaws ripping the very fabric of this physical existence.

Elegant jackets, dragon-skin style;
mandrake cigars fathering tiny storms of snobbism,
fresh cemetery juice and electro-nerves floatting rubba' things.
High educated horned giants worshipping shallow luxuries
Boiling with a vain intensity just staring at the cyclic visual feast.
Descending to visualization vault XYZ after an exquisite dinner
Holographic sceneries depicting the
All So many lives...
Frames no more, captured by digital _Invisible bonds...but still...such nice colors... Irregular digitalis begging for guidance in his strayed life
A juggling feat for the eaters
A struggling beat for the wired.
Just standing now in the middle of a past
Marble still in the dead zone
The cemetary walking over me
...and I wonder.
Are they stones or are they names
Am I stoned or just ashamed
Just a human with respect in his pockets
Ready to share some with the face of the worthy
Let the Grim be aware,
I won't be reaped without guarantees
I like my eggs boiled and that's it. }

[RebelDog]

Most of you hate The Exploited but I turn your attention to these great songs:

THE EXPLOITED


"Don't Pay The Poll Tax"


Its commin through your letter box
A sheet for you to fill in
You know you have to do it
Cause you know you just cant win
Dont pay the poll tax
Stick it up her arse
Maggie said community charge
You better watch out the governments at large
You dont fill it in f50 fine
So you better send it back in time
Dont pay the poll tax
Stick it up her arse
Fill in the sheet with all your fax
They screw you with their poll tax
Take from the poor give to the rich
Dosent that just make you sick
Dont pay the poll tax
Stick it up her arse
Politicians go here
Maggie thatcher flying there
All the unemployment cuts
Thats paying for their fares

THE EXPLOITED


"Fuck Religion"

People die over religion
Look at northern ireland
Kids are brought up on hatred
If thats religion i dont want it
Fuck religion full of shit
Fuck religion full of shit
Fuck religion full of shit
Jimmy bakker on tv
A lying fuck but people believe
Caught in a hotel with his trousers down
Saving sould for his fee
Fuck religion full of shit
Fuck religion full of shit
Fuck religion full of shit
Religion aint worth dying for
Who can prove god was a man
Can you prove that god was man

[communard resolution]

Talking Heads: No Compassion

In a world
Where people have problems
In this world
Where decisions are a way of life
Other people's problems they overwhelm my mind
They say compassion is a virtue, but I don't have the time

So many people have their problems
I'm not interested in their problems
I guess I've experienced some problems
But now I've made some decisions
Takes a lot of time to push away the nonsense
Take my compassion, push it as far as it goes
My interest level's dropping, my interest level is dropping
I've heard all I want to, I don't want to hear any more

What are you, in love with your problems?
I think you take it a little too far
It's not so cool to have so many problems
But don't expect me to explain your indecisions
Go talk to your analyst, isn't that what theyre paid for
You walk, you talk, you still function like you used to
It's not a question of your personality or style
Be a little more selfish, it might do you some good

In a world where people have problems
In this world where decisions are a way of life
Other peoples problems, they overwhelm my mind
They say compassion is a virtue, but I don't have the time
(here we go again)

[scarletghoul]

Democracy by Leonard Cohen


It's coming through a hole in the air,
from those nights in Tiananmen Square.
It's coming from the feel
that this ain't exactly real,
or it's real, but it ain't exactly there.
From the wars against disorder,
from the sirens night and day,
from the fires of the homeless,
from the ashes of the gay
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

It's coming through a crack in the wall;
on a visionary flood of alcohol;
from the staggering account
of the Sermon on the Mount
which I don't pretend to understand at all.
It's coming from the silence
on the dock of the bay,
from the brave, the bold, the battered
heart of Chevrolet
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

It's coming from the sorrow in the street,
the holy places where the races meet;
from the homicidal *****in'
that goes down in every kitchen
to determine who will serve and who will eat.
From the wells of disappointment
where the women kneel to pray
for the grace of God in the desert here
and the desert far away
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

Sail on, sail on
O mighty Ship of State!
To the Shores of Need
Past the Reefs of Greed
Through the Squalls of Hate
Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on.

It's coming to America first,
the cradle of the best and of the worst.
It's here they got the range
and the machinery for change
and it's here they got the spiritual thirst.
It's here the family's broken
and it's here the lonely say
that the heart has got to open
in a fundamental way
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

It's coming from the women and the men.
O baby, we'll be making love again.
We'll be going down so deep
the river's going to weep,
and the mountain's going to shout Amen!
It's coming like the tidal flood
beneath the lunar sway,
imperial, mysterious,
in amorous array
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

Sail on, sail on ...

I'm sentimental, if you know what I mean
I love the country but I can't stand the scene.
And I'm neither left or right
I'm just staying home tonight,
getting lost in that hopeless little screen.
But I'm stubborn as those garbage bags
that Time cannot decay
I'm junk but I'm still holding up
this little wild bouquet
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

[Anonymous]

DDT - Revolution

(originally in russian)

On Tuesday we fight to the death for Wednesday,
But on Thursday we just don't get it!

Is there what we want in this world?
(NO!)
Do we believe we can change it?
(YES!)
Yet, revolution! You -
Taught us to trust in the injustice of good.
How many worlds per hour do we burn
In the name of your holy fire?

[Dr.Claw]

MDC-Shades of brown

They say the darkest hour is just before the dawn
In chess, without exception, white moves the first pawn
They called it "Black Tuesday" when the stock market crashed
A fix in 1919 turned the White Sox to Black
Black balled, black magic, executioner's hood
White hatted, white horsed, champion of good
Black knight of Dark Ages on the darkest night
The Pope walks in truth, head to toe in white

[Chorus:]
Who started all this bullshit - were they looking for a fight?
You didn't have to be there to know that they were white
But when you're talking skin tone, let's not fuck around
Cause no one's really black or white, we're all just shades of brown

Black hearted, black beard on the briney deep
Or the family outcast you call the black sheep
Days of black plague - draw your final breath
Heading for heaven white dying of Black Death

Mankind is preoccupied to keep each other down
Some use superstition, a Bible or a crown
At best it's fear and ignorance, at worst, it's a sin
Not God and country, king or crown, it's the pigment of our skin
Used to reinforce what's wrong or right
It's really just the presence or absence of light
In the blackest hour of the blackest day
It isn't mighty white of us, but we gotta say

[Chorus]

White when your marry, black when you die
A racial hierarchy, a festering white lie
White stands for ignorance, pure and sincere
But if you're talking bigotry it should be crystal clear
The new world becond, the immigrants came
Homogenized their culture, anglicized their names
Then they painted Jesus, blonde with eyes of blue
Not a Nazarene, more a nazi than a Jew
In the black revolution with their Black Power found
Till their leaders were all jailed or stomped into the ground
And the final step ironic - to nail that coffin tight
The powder of enslavement in their glassine bags of white

[Kernewek]

New Model Army - Brave New World

The office lines are busy and the girls are working hard
Tonight they'll be out clubbing with their boyfriends busy wishing they were
Gentlemen please take your seats, there's champagne in the boardroom
Let's drink a toast to prosperity, tell the waiting pressmen that
No, there's nothing wrong here, nothing at all

Remember locking all the doors before you went to bed
Then waking with those racing dreams ringing round your head
The future's full of shining cars on shining tarmac roads
Cutting through the wasted years and all the old abandoned tracks and
No, there's nothing wrong here, nothing at all
So keep that smile on your face, have a drink to help you sleep at night
They got what they desired - We're passive in their brave new world

We are not young and beautiful, we are not rich and bold
And we are not your people who bought the dreams you sold
And we hate your smiling faces and we hate what you have done
We hate your patronising and we hate your cold blue eyes
And we all feel this raging and we all feel the same
This crazy blinding fury that we cannot explain
And we all see reflections in our lover's eyes
We live with so few troubles but with so many, many lies and
No, there's nothing wrong here, nothing at all

[ibn Bruce]

From 'Put you on Game' by Lupe Fiasco

I taught them better than that
I taught them aim for the head
And hope they never come back
I'm glad your daddy's gone, baby,
Hope he never comes back,
I hope he's with your mother,
With my hustlers high in my trap


I hope you die in his trash,
I can't help it all I hear when you're crying is laughs
I'm sure somebody find you tied up in this bag,
Behind the hospital little baby,
Crack addicts had

Then maybe you can grow up to be a stripper,
A welfare-receiving prostitute
And gold digger,
You can watch on TV,
How they should properly depict you,
The rivers should flow with liqour,
Quench your thirst on my elixers,

I am the safe haven for the rebel runaway and the resistor
Ihe trusted misleader,
The number one defender,
And from a throne of their bones I rule,
These fools are my fuel
So I make them Cool

Baptize them in the water out of Scarface pool,
And feed 'em from the table that held Corleone's food,
If you die, tell them that you played my game
I hope your bullet holes become mouths that say my name,
'Cause I'm the...

[fanoflenin]

Kill all the white man - NOFX

Oh yeah, kill all the white man,
Oh yeah, kill all the white man.

The white man call himself civilized,
Cause he know how to take over,
The white man come to pillage my village,
Now he tell me I have to bend over.

Oh yeah, kill all the white man,
Oh yeah, kill all the white man.

No I don't like the white man up in me,
He rape my people as he rape my country,
Everything I love and cherish, he try to take away,
We will be rid of him, soon come the day.

Oh yeah, kill all the white man,
Oh yeah, kill all the white man.

Kill all the white man. [repeat till fade]


Dont Call me white - NOFX


Don't call me white, Don't call me white
Don't call me white, Don't call me white

The connotations wearing my nerves thin
Could it be semantics generating the mess we're in?
I understand that language breeds stereotype
But what's the explanation for the malice, for the spite?

Don't call me white, Don't call me white
Don't call me white, Don't call me white

I wasn't brought here, I was born
Circumsized, categorized, allegiance sworn,
Does this mean I have to take such shit
For being fairskinned? No!
I ain't a part of no conspiracy,
I'm just you're average Joe.

Don't call me white, Don't call me white
Don't call me white, Don't call me white

Represents everything I hate,
The soap shoved in your mouth to cleanse the mind
The vast majority of sheep
A buttoned collar, starched and bleached
Constricting veins, the blood flow to the brain slows
They're so fuckin' ordinary white

Don't call me white, Don't call me white
Don't call me white, Don't call me white

We're better off this way
Say what you're gonna say
So go ahead and label me
An asshole cause I can
Accept responsibility, for what I've done
But not for who I am

Don't call me white, Don't call me white
Don't call me white, Don't call me white
Don't call me white, Don't call me white


Genocide - Judas Priest

[Tipton - Halford - Downing]

Mercenary batalions
Are poised to strike us down
Terminations conquest
Upon us now full grown

Save me, my heart's open wide
Help me, no question of pride
Save me, my people have died
Total genocide

Devastation hungers
She waits to leap to earth
Imminent liquidation
Before the grand rebirth

Save me, my heart's open wide
Help me, no question of pride
Save me, my people have died
Total genocide

Sin after sin I have endured
Yet the wounds I bear are the wounds of love

Frantic mindless zombies
Grab at fleeting time
Lost in cold perplexion
Waiting for the sign

Generations tremble
Clinging face to face
Helpless situation
To end the perfect race

Flashing senseless sabers
Cut us to the ground
Eager for the life blood
Of all who can be found

Save me, my heart's open wide
Help me, no question of pride
Save me, my people have died
Total genocide

Slice to the left, slice to the right
None to retaliate, none will fight
Chopping at the hearts, snuffing out the lives
This race departs, no one will survive
Heads to the feet, feet to the air
Souls in the soil, heavy in despair
End of all ends, body into dust
To greet death friends, extinction is a must

Red Sector A - Rush
All that we can do is just survive
All that we can do to help ourselves is stay alive

Ragged lines of ragged grey
Skeletons, they shuffle away
Shouting guards and smoking guns
Will cut down the unlucky ones

I clutch the wire fence until my fingers bleed
A wound that will not heal
A heart that cannot feel
Hoping that the horror will recede
Hoping that tomorrow we'll all be freed

Sickness to insanity
Prayer to profanity
Days and weeks and months go by
Don't feel the hunger
Too weak to cry

I hear the sound of gunfire at the prison gate
Are the liberators here?
Do I hope or do I fear?
For my father and my brother, it's too late
But I must help my mother stand up straight

Are we the last ones left alive?
Are we the only human beings to survive?

[Kernewek]

it's a shame most people only know this group for ebenezer goode


The Shamen - Jesus Loves Amerika

By radio wave, and satellite
And computer print-out page
There's a brand new breed of pharacee
For the electronic age
From the land so free, home of the brave
So white they're squeaky clean
So prosperous and odious
With malignant piety
Yeah these are the men who break the right and righteous
Such hypocrisy, stupidity is truly out of sight, yes

Jesus loves Amerika, but I don't love neither
Jesus loves Amerika, but I don't love neither

So infiltrate, indoctrinate
Inflict their lunacy
Intolerance and ignorance
Upon humanity
May the hand of God, please cut me down
Should I sing untrue to thee
For couragenous lies and dollar signs
Are just fascist fallacies
They offer to you salvation by the nation
Keep that money coming forth
Make heaven your destination

Jesus loves Amerika, but I don't love neither
Jesus loves Amerika, but I don't love neither

Jesus loves Amerika, but I don't love neither
Jesus loves Amerika, but I don't love neither

[Nietzsche's Ghost]

I Ain't Got No Home by Woody Guthrie



I ain't got no home, I'm just a-roamin' 'round,
Just a wandrin' worker, I go from town to town.
And the police make it hard wherever I may go
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.

My brothers and my sisters are stranded on this road,
A hot and dusty road that a million feet have trod;
Rich man took my home and drove me from my door
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.

Was a-farmin' on the shares, and always I was poor;
My crops I lay into the banker's store.
My wife took down and died upon the cabin floor,
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.

I mined in your mines and I gathered in your corn
I been working, mister, since the day I was born
Now I worry all the time like I never did before
'Cause I ain't got no home in this world anymore

Now as I look around, it's mighty plain to see
This world is such a great and a funny place to be;
Oh, the gamblin' man is rich an' the workin' man is poor,
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.

[communard resolution]

Gogol Bordello - Let's Get Radical

She says let's go to Brighton Beach
And tap our foot to disco
Just eat the food and tap the foot
Vsjo budet korosho'
That would be great fun of ironic kind
For your self-collapsing ironic mind
But hey girl we got a cure for you
Provided of course you will ever make it through
Let's get radical
And not sporadical
Not ironic sardonic
Catatonic ceremonic
But radical
You know mother some things are actually sacred
And tapping your foot to the ceremony just won't do
So hey girl we got a cure for you
Provided of course you will ever make it through
And hey boy we got a cure for you too
Provided of course you will ever make it through
Let's get radical
And not sporadical

[brigadista]

an old one but a good one....

The Socialist ABC


(by Alex Glasgow) (PRS)
When that I was and a little, tiny boy,
Me daddy said to me,
'The time has come, me bonny, bonny bairn,
To learn your ABC.'

Now Daddy was a lodge chairman
In the coalfields of the Tyne
And his ABC was different
From the Enid Blyton kind.

He sang, 'A is for Alienation
That made me the man that I am, and

B's for the Boss who's a Bastard,
A Bourgeois who don't give a damn.

C is for Capitalism,
The bosses' reactionary creed, and

D's for Dictatorship, laddie,
But the best proletarian breed.

E is for Exploitation
That workers have suffered so long, and

F is for old Ludwig Feuerbach,
The first one to say it was wrong.

G is all Gerrymanderers,
Like Lord Muck and Sir Whatsisname, and

H is the Hell that they'll go to
When the workers have kindled the flame.

I's for Imperialism,
And America's kind is the worst, and

J is for sweet Jingoism,
That the Tories all think of the first.

K is for good old Kier Hardy,
Who fought out the working class fight, and

L is for Vladimir Lenin,
Who showed him the left was all right.

M is of course for Karl Marx,
The daddy and the mommy of them all, and

N is for Nationalisation -
Without it we'd tumble and fall.

O is for Overproduction,
That capitalist economy brings, and

P is for all Private Property,
The greatest of all of the sins.

Q's for the Quid pro quo,
That we'll deal out so well and so soon, when

R for Revolution is shouted and
The Red Flag becomes the top tune.

S is for Sad Stalinism
That gave us all such a bad name, and

T is for Trotsky, the hero,
Who had to take all of the blame.

U's for the Union of Workers -
The Union will stand to the end, and

V is for Vodka, yes, Vodka,
The vun drink that vont bring the bends.

W's for all Willing Workers,
And that's where the memory fades,

For X, Y, and Zed,' my dear daddy said,
'Will be written on the street barricades.'

Now that I'm not a little tiny boy,
Me daddy says to me,
'Please try to forget those thing that I said,
Especially the ABC.'

For daddy is no longer a union man,
And he's had to change his plea.
His alphabet is different now,
Since they made him a Labour MP.

[Invincible Summer]

Cancer Bats - Deathsmarch

Day after day, another minute sold
Day after day, feel the bite from the wind and the cold
Seems fair enough, an even trade
Your time stolen for a minimum wage

Night after night, with an end in sight
Night after night, just in time for the death of the light
The greatest times you've ever known
Never scared, never go it alone
Night after night, this feeling never grows older
Know you could do this over and over and...

Hey World, you'll break me
Bring it on, give me your best shot
Hey World, you'll never break me
Try your hardest, try your hardest

Day after day, keeping you awake
Day after day, pushing on just as much as it takes
Feeling worn beyond your age
Is it worth it for the minimum wage?

Night after night, just about to break
Night after night, had as much as a person can take
The best release you've ever known
Never tired, never going home
Night after night, this feeling never grows older
Know you could do this over and over and...

Hey World, you'll break me
Bring it on, give me your best shot
Hey World, you'll never break me
Try your hardest, try your hardest

Hey World, you'll break me
Step it up, give me your best shot
Hey World, you'll never break me
Try your hardest, try your hardest

Tonight's our night, we'll never go it alone
Tonight's our night, we're never going home
With the greatest friends I swear I've known
Yeah

Hey World, you'll break me
Bring it on, give me your best shot
Hey World, you'll never break me
Try your hardest, try your hardest

Hey World, you'll break me
Step it up, give me your best shot
Hey World, you'll never break me
Try your hardest, try your hardest

[Rebel_Serigan]

Yell Fire by; Michael Franti

A revolution never come with a warning
A revolution never sends you an omen
A revolution just arrived like the morning
Ring the alarm, we come to wake up the snoring

They tellin' you to never worry about the future
They tellin' you to never worry about the torture
They tellin you that you'll never see the horror
Spend it all today and we will bill you tomorrow
Three piece suits and bank accounts in Bahamas
Wall street crime will never send you to the slammer
Tell all the children in the arms of their mommas
The F-15 is a homicide bomber

TV commercials for a popping pill culture
Drug companies circling like a vulture
An Iraqi babies with a G.I. Joe father
Ten years from now is anyboby gonna bother

Yell Fire, yo, yo ,yo
Here we come, here we come
Fire, yo, yo, yo, yo
Revolution a comin'
Fire, yo, yo, yo, yo
Fire, yo, yo, yo, yo

Everyone addicted to the same nicotine
Everyone addicted to the same gasoline
Everyone addicted to a technicolour scream
Everybody trying to get their hands on same green
From the banks of the river to the banks of the greedy
All of the riches taken back by needy
We come from the country and we come from the city
You play us on the record, you can play us on the CD
All the shit you given us is fertilizer
The seeds that we planted you can brutalize them
Tell the corporation you can never globalize you
Like Peter Toss said Legalize It
Girls and boys hear the bass and treble
Rumble in the speakers and it make you wanna rebel
Throw your hands up, take it to another level
And you can never, ever, ever make a deal with the devil

Yell Fire, yo, yo, yo, yo
Here we come, here we come
Fire, yo, yo, yo, yo
Revolution a comin'
Fire, yo, yo, yo, yo
Fire, yo, yo, yo, yo

[MilitantAnarchist]

by Crass (from the album Yes Sir I Will, no track titles)
If there was no government, wouldn't there be chaos
Everybody running round, setting petrol bombs off?
And if there was no police force, tell me what you'd do
If thirty thousand rioters came running after you?
And who would clean the sewers? Who'd mend my television?
Wouldn't people lay about without some supervision?
Who'd drive the fire engines? Who'd fix my video?
If there were no prisons, well, where would robbers go?

And what if I told you to Fuck Off?

What if there's no army to stop a big invasion?
Who'd clean the bogs and sweep the floors? We'd have all immigration.
Who'd pull the pint at the local pub? Where'd I get my fags?
Who'd empty out my dustbins? Would I still get plastic bags?
If there were no hospitals, and no doctors too,
If I'd broken both my legs, where would I run to?
If there's no medication, if there were no nurses,
Wouldn't people die a lot? And who would drive the hearses?

And what if I told you to Fuck Off?

If there were no butchers shops, what would people eat?
You'd have everybody starving if they didn't get their meat.
If there was no water, what would people drink?
Who'd flush away the you-know-what? But of course MINE never stink.
What about the children? Who'd teach them in the schools?
Who'd make the beggers keep in line? Learn them all the rules?
Who's tell us whitewash windows? When to take down doors?
Tell us make a flask of tea and survive the holocaust?

[Random Precision]

Playa Girón por Silvio Rodriguez

Compañeros poetas, tomando en cuenta los últimos sucesos en la poesía,
quisiera preguntar- me urge -,
¿Qué tipo de adjetivos se deben usar para hacer el poema de un barco,
sin que se haga sentimental, fuera de la vanguardia
o evidente panfleto,
si debo usar palabras como
Flota Cubana de Pesca, y Playa Girón?

Compañeros de música,
tomando en cuenta esas politonales
y audaces canciones, quisiera preguntar
- me urge -,
¿Qué tipo de armonía se debe usar
para hacer la canción de este barco
con hombres de poca niñez, hombres y solamente
hombres sobre cubierta?
Hombres negros y rojos y azules,
los hombres que pueblan el Playa Girón.

Compañeros de historia,
tomando en cuenta lo impacable
que debe ser la verdad, quisiera preguntar
- me urge tanto-,
¿Qué debiera decir? ¿Qué fronteras debo
respetar? Si alguien roba comida
y después da la vida, ¿Qué hacer?
¿Hasta dónde debemos practicar las verdades?
¿Hasta dónde sabemos?
Que escriban, pues, la historia, su historia,
los hombres del Playa Girón.

[HenrikOlafson]

Theres a lady whos sure
All that glitters is gold
And shes buying a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows
If the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and shes buying a stairway to heaven.

Theres a sign on the wall
But she wants to be sure
cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook
Theres a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.

Theres a feeling I get
When I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen
Rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who standing looking.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.

And its whispered that soon
If we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn
For those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.

If theres a bustle in your hedgerow
Dont be alarmed now,
Its just a spring clean for the may queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by
But in the long run
Theres still time to change the road youre on.
And it makes me wonder.

Your head is humming and it wont go
In case you dont know,
The pipers calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow,
And did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.

And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How evrything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.

And shes buying a stairway to heaven.

[Il Medico]

John Lennon: Working Class Hero

As soon as your born they make you feel small,
By giving you no time instead of it all,
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school,
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool,
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years,
Then they expect you to pick a career,
When you can't really function you're so full of fear,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV,
And you think you're so clever and classless and free,
But you're still fucking peasents as far as I can see,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
There's room at the top they are telling you still,
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill,
If you want to be like the folks on the hill,
A working class hero is something to be.
A working class hero is something to be.
If you want to be a hero well just follow me,
If you want to be a hero well just follow me

[NoMore]

I don't wanna see
I don't wanna know
I don't wanna change
I'm narrow, quick to change
quick to condemn
quick to loose my temper
I've learned the tactics to control your behavior

I don't wanna know
The truth means self-denial
My selfishness is hatred
My hatred is greed
The world owes me
See me in my selfish womb?

[Chorus:]
I'll get what I want
Or else I'll throw a fit
Don't care who I take it from
Cause I'm the selfish shit

Like a spoiled brat
Greedy fat rat
Haven't grown since birth
A stillborn to death

[Chorus]
I manipulate the fools
Using people as my tools
Built my defense and disguise
By mixing up the truth with lies
I suck the life out of you
I suck the truth out of life

[Chorus]

People are just toys in my game

I'm the master
You're the whore
I keep mine
Give me yours
Betray your trust
Leave you poor
In a pit
Rich successful selfish shit
Cold and callous selfish shit
Denying it
Selfish shit
Every bit
The selfish shit

Socialism for the rich
Capitalism for the rest of you
I train you, then drain you
Then complain about you
Pleasing myself means everything
While it's misery to everyone else

Money is power
Power is death
Death is my life
My personal gratification
My justification
For the world situation
My self love
Has become my outward hate
The world unconscious
The alter-ego
The selfish shit
Every bit
The selfish shit

The submission I employ
The pain I cause
The living hell I create

[Nietzsche's Ghost]

Roosevelt Room - Conor Oberst and the Mystic Valley Band
Hey there son of Adam
Hey there daughter of Eve
Help me sing this tear gas riot song
To some fresh faced police
They won't even know what hit ‘em
When they lift their Roman shades
When the people's song comes pouring in on a brand new day

Now, you who dam the river
You who change a mountain's name
First we marched to rally back
Now we're taking down Washington state
In death there’s a consolation
You know only hate and rage
You paid a dowry for your child's rights
Now she's living like a slave

A prayer came down the wire
And it was all in the enemy’s code
You couldn't figure out what mercy meant
Until you did like you were told
When they finally sent the doctors
Once the fireball went out
There was nothing left but the cockroaches
In a movie with no sound

What good, what good are you?
With your cynical flag and your Roosevelt room
What good, what good are you?
With your Cherokee trail and your Arlington tomb

Yeah, go ask Hunter Thompson
Yeah, go ask Hemmingway's ghost
It all catches up with you
Once you get just a little too old
Take a hard look in the mirror
It's a thing that you did not see
The shadow's long
But the day is young
It just wasn't meant to be

There's no blankets for the winter
There's no oil in the lamp
And I'd like to write my congressman
But I can't afford the stamp
You want me to pay my taxes
So you can propagate your lies
While there's barefoot dudes down in New Orleans
Looking like they're gonna die

Yeah, you who quote the legends
You who poisoned all of my dreams
You pinned all of the medals on
All those boys from Omaha Beach
Hope you haven't got too lazy
I know you like your apple pie
But the working poor you've been pissing on
Are doing double shifts tonight

What good, what good are you?
With your cynical flag and your Roosevelt room
What good, what good are you?
With your Cherokee trail and your Arlington tomb

[Nwoye]

Madvillain - Strange Ways

[MF DOOM]
Wreak havoc, beep beep it's mad traffic
Sleek and lavish people speaking leaking to the maverick
He see as just another felony drug arrest
Any day could be the one he pick the wrong thug to test
Slug through the vest... Shot in the street
For pulling heat on a father whose baby's gotta eat
And when they get hungry, it ain't shit funny
Paid to interfere with how a brother get his money
Now, who's the real thugs, killers and gangsters?
Set the revolution, let the things bust and thank us
When the smoke clear, you can see the sky again
There will be the chopped off heads of leviathan
My friend, they call 'em strangers
Everybody talk to him end up in some danger

(They stay... Strange ways)
Can't reform 'em

They pray four times a day, they pray five
Whose ways is strange when it's time to survive
Some will go of they own free will to die
Others take them with you when they blow sky high
What's the difference? All you get is lost children
While abortion shit up behind the desk it costs billions
To blast humans in half, into captured arms
Only one side is allowed to have bombs
It's like making a soldier drop his weapon
Shooting him, and telling him to get to steppin'
Obviously, they came to portion of his fortune
Sounds to me like that old robbery/extortion

-----------------------

That bolded line is one of the most brilliant things I've ever heard in hip-hop. It's also my sig lol.

[Stranger Than Paradise]

Some folks are born into a good life
Other folks take it any way anyhow

[RMHaggis]

Yesterday a morning came, a smile upon your face.
Caesar's palace, morning glory, silly human race,
On a sailing ship to nowhere, leaving any place,
If the summer change to winter, yours is no disgrace.

Battleships confide in me and tell me where you are,
Shining, flying, purple wolfhound, show me where you are,
Lost in summer, morning, winter, travel very far,
Lost in musing circumstances, that's just where you are.

Yesterday a morning came, a smile upon your face.
Caesar's palace, morning glory, silly human race,
On a sailing ship to nowhere, leaving any place,
If the summer change to winter, yours is no,
Yours is no disgrace.
Yours is no disgrace.
Yours is no disgrace.

Death defying, mutilated armies scatter the earth,
Crawling out of dirty holes, their morals, their morals disappear.

Yesterday a morning came, a smile upon your face.
Caesar's palace, morning glory, silly human, silly human race,
On a sailing ship to nowhere, leaving any place,
If the summer change to winter, yours is no,
Yours is no disgrace.
Yours is no disgrace.
Yours is no disgrace.

[RoniCommunist]

Sex Pistols - Anarchy in the u.k.

Right now MUAHHAAHHAHAHAHA :mad:

I am an antichrist
I am an anarchist
Dont know what I want but
I know how to get it
I wanna destroy the passer by cos i

I wanna be anarchy !
No dogs body

Anarchy for the u.k its coming sometime and maybe
I give a wrong time stop a trafic line
Your future dream is a shopping scheme cos i

I wanna be anarchy !
In the city

How many ways to get what you want
I use the best I use the rest
I use the enemy I use anarchy cos i

I wanna be anarchy !
The only way to be !

Is this the m.p.l.a
Or is this the u.d.a
Or is this the i.r.a
I thought it was the u.k or just
Another country
Another council tenancy

I wanna be an anarchist
Oh what a name
Get pissed destroy !
:mad::cursing::mad::cursing:

[TheFutureOfThePublic]

Midnight to six man
For the first time from Jamaica
Dillinger and Leroy Smart
Delroy Wilson, your cool operator

Ken Boothe for UK pop reggae
With backing bands sound systems
And if they've got anything to say
There's many black ears here to listen

But it was Four Tops all night with encores from stage right
Charging from the bass knives to the treble
But onstage they ain't got no roots rock rebel
Onstage they ain't got no...roots rock rebel

Dress back jump back this is a bluebeat attack
'Cos it won't get you anywhere
Fooling with your guns
The British Army is waiting out there
An' it weighs fifteen hundred tons

White youth, black youth
Better find another solution
Why not phone up Robin Hood
And ask him for some wealth distribution

Punk Rockers in the UK
They won't notice anyway
They're all too busy fighting
For a good place under the lighting

The new groups are not concerned
With what there is to be learned
They got Burton suits, ha you think it's funny
Turning rebellion into money

All over people changing their votes
Along with their overcoats
If Adolf Hitler flew in today
They'd send a limousine anyway

I'm the all night drug-prowling wolf
Who looks so sick in the sun
I'm the white man in the Palais
Just lookin' for fun

I'm only
Looking for fun

Oh please mister just leave me alone
i'm only looking for fun

[RoniCommunist]

THE MOST KNEWED SONG VERSUS THE QUEEN OF Great Britain. :)

God save the queen
The fascist regime
They made you a moron
Potential H-bomb

God save the queen
She ain't no human being
There is no future
In England's dreaming

Don't be told what you want
Don't be told what you need
There's no future, no future,
No future for you

God save the queen
We mean it man
We love our queen
God saves

God save the queen
'Cause tourists are money
And our figurehead
Is not what she seems

Oh God save history
God save your mad parade
Oh Lord God have mercy
All crimes are paid

When there's no future
How can there be sin
We're the flowers in the dustbin
We're the poison in your human machine
We're the future, your future

God save the queen
We mean it man
We love our queen
God saves

God save the queen
We mean it man
And there is no future
In England's dreaming

No future, no future,
No future for you
No future, no future,
No future for me

No future, no future,
No future for you
No future, no future
For you

[The Essence Of Flame Is The Essence Of Change]

Here Comes The War - New Model Army

Today, as you listen to this song
Another 394,000 children were born into this world
They break like waves of hunger and desire upon these eroded shores
Carrying the curses of history and a history yet unwritten
The oil burns in thick black columns, the buzz saws echo through the forest floor
They shout give us our fair share, give us justice
Here comes the war!


On a grey morning to the south of here
Two young men in makeshift uniforms peer into the misty light
And figures dart behind the trees
As a snap of rifle rounds echoes out across the fields
They hardly know their sacred mother tongue but they know their duty
To defend the flag hanging limp and bloody above the village church
While a thousand miles away, in a warehouse complex down by the river,
Young money men play paintball games
Here comes the war! - put out the lights on the Age of Reason!



So blow out the candle and tell us another of those great stories,
the ones about serial killers. Let dreams flow into savage times.
Do you hear the sirens scream across the city?
We've had three hot nights in succession - the riot season is here again
Dear Lord, lead us back into the Valley of the Shadow of Death,
Here comes the war!Why did you think we were born in peaceful times?


Faster, faster, like a whirling dervish spinning round
Faster, faster, until the Centre cannot Hold
You screamed give us Liberty or give us Death
Now you've got both, what do you want next ?
Here comes the war! - put out the lights on the Age of Reason!

Prison Song - System Of A Down

They're trying to build a prison,
They're trying to build a prison,

Following the rights movements
You clamped down with your iron fists,
Drugs became conveniently
Available for all the kids,
Following the rights movements
You clamped down with your iron fists,
Drugs became conveniently
Available for all the kids,

I buy my crack, my smack, my *****,
Right here in Hollywood,

Nearly 2 million Americans are incarcerated
In the prison system, prison system
Prison system of the U.S.

They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison,
They're trying to build a prison,
They're trying to build a prison, (for you and me)
Another prison system,
Another prison system,
Another prison system.

Minor drug offenders fill your prisons
You don't even flinch
All our taxes paying for your wars
Against the new non-rich,
Minor drug offenders fill your prisons
You don't even flinch
All our taxes paying for your wars
Against the new non-rich,

I buy my crack, my smack, my *****,
Right here in Hollywood,

The percentage of Americans in the prison system, prison system
Prison system, has doubled since 1985

They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison,
They're trying to build a prison,
They're trying to build a prison,
Another prison system,
Another prison system,
Another prison system.
For you and me, for you and me , for you and me.

They're trying to build a prison,
They're trying to build a prison,
They're trying to build a prison,
For you and me,
Oh baby, you and me.

All research and successful drug policy shows
That treatment should be increased,
And law enforcement decreased,
While abolishing mandatory minimum sentences,
All research and successful drug policy shows
That treatment should be increased,
And law enforcement decreased,
While abolishing mandatory minimum sentences.

Utilizing drugs to pay for secret wars around the world,
Drugs are now your global policy,
Now you police the globe,

I buy my crack, my smack, my *****,
Right here in Hollywood,

Drug money is used to rig elections,
And train brutal corporate sponsored
Dictators around the world.

They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison,
They're trying to build a prison,
They're trying to build a prison, (for you and me to live in)
Another prison system,
Another prison system,
Another prison system. (for you and me)
For you and I, for you and I , for you and I.
They're trying to build a prison,
They're trying to build a prison,
They're trying to build a prison,
For you and me,
Oh baby, you and me

Nazi Punks Fuck Off - Dead Kennedys

Punk ain't no religious cult
Punk means thinking for yourself
You ain't hardcore cos you spike your hair
When a jock still lives inside your head

Nazi punks!
Nazi punks!
Nazi punks-Fuck Off!

Nazi punks!
Nazi punks!
Nazi punks-Fuck Off!

If you've come to fight, get outa here
You ain't no better than the bouncers
We ain't trying to be police
When you ape the cops it ain't anarchy

Nazi punks!
Nazi punks!
Nazi punks-Fuck Off!

Nazi punks!
Nazi punks!
Nazi punks-Fuck Off!

Ten guys jump one, what a man
You fight each other, the police state wins
Stab your backs when you trash our halls
Trash a bank if you've got real balls

You still think swastikas look cool
The real nazis run your schools
They're coaches, businessmen and cops
In a real fourth reich you'll be the first to go

Nazi punks!
Nazi punks!
Nazi punks-Fuck Off!

Nazi punks!
Nazi punks!
Nazi punks-Fuck Off!

You'll be the first to go!
You'll be the first to go!
You'll be the first to go!
UNLESS YOU THINK.

[RedCommieBear]

The Ballad of Ira Hayes - Johnny Cash

Gather round me people there's a story I would tell
About a brave young Indian you should remember well
From the land of the Pima Indian
A proud and noble band
Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land

Down the ditches for a thousand years
The water grew Ira's peoples' crops
'Till the white man stole the water rights
And the sparklin' water stopped

Now Ira's folks were hungry
And their land grew crops of weeds
When war came, Ira volunteered
And forgot the white man's greed

[CHORUS:]
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

There they battled up Iwo Jima's hill,
Two hundred and fifty men
But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down again

And when the fight was over
And when Old Glory raised
Among the men who held it high
Was the Indian, Ira Hayes


Ira returned a hero
Celebrated through the land
He was wined and speeched and honored; Everybody shook his hand

But he was just a Pima Indian
No water, no crops, no chance
At home nobody cared what Ira'd done
And when did the Indians dance

Then Ira started drinkin' hard;
Jail was often his home
They'd let him raise the flag and lower it
like you'd throw a dog a bone!

He died drunk one mornin'
Alone in the land he fought to save
Two inches of water in a lonely ditch
Was a grave for Ira Hayes

Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes
But his land is just as dry
And his ghost is lyin' thirsty
In the ditch where Ira died

[A Revolutionary Tool]

Immortal Technique- Leaving the Past(My favorite part)

"I'll do a free show in North Korea, burning the flag,
while J. Edgar Hoover politicians dress up and drag
trying to confuse you, making it hard to follow this,
capitalism and democracy are not synonomous,
you swallow propaganda like a birth-control pill,
selling your soul to the eye on the back of the dollar bill,
but that'll never be me, 'cause I'm leaving the past,
like an abused wife with the kids leaving your ass,
like a drug addict, clean and sober leaving the stash,
unbreakable technique, leaving the plane crash,
I'm out with the black box and I refuse to return,
I spit reality instead of what you usually learn,
and I refuse to be concerned with condescending advice,
'cause I'm the only motherfucker that can change my life.

Some people think I won't make it but I know that I will,
escape the emptiness 'cause that shit is slow and it kills,
the flowin' is skill, I made you believe it at last,
you can make the future but it starts with leaving the past."

[Pogue]

We need some more girls in here We need some more girls in here We need some more girls in here We need some more girls in here

There's too many man too many many man
There's too many man too many many man
There's too many man too many many man
There's too many man too many many man

[originofopinion]

Pigs (Three Different Ones) by Pink Floyd

Big man, pig man, ha ha, charade you are
You well heeled big wheel, ha ha, charade you are
And when your hand is on your heart
You're nearly a good laugh
Almost a joker
With your head down in the pig bin
Saying "keep on digging"
Pig stain on your fat chin
What do you hope to find?
When you're down in the pig mine
You're nearly a laugh
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry.

Bus stop rat bag, ha ha, charade you are
You fucked up old hag, ha ha, charade you are
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass
You're nearly a good laugh
Almost worth a quick grin
You like the feel of steel
You're hot stuff with a hat pin
And good fun with a hand gun
You're nearly a laugh
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry.

Hey you, Whitehouse, ha ha, charade you are
You house proud town mouse, ha ha, charade you are
You're trying to keep our feelings off the street
You're nearly a real treat
All tight lips and cold feet
And do you feel abused?
You gotta stem the evil tide
And keep it all on the inside
Mary you're nearly a treat
Mary you're nearly a treat
But you're really a cry.





My Favourite Lyrics!

[Durruti's Ghost]

Fortune has me well in hand
Armies wait at my command
My gold lies in a foreign land
Buried deep beneath the sand
The angels guide my every tread
My enemies are sick or dead
But all the victories I've led
Haven't brought you to my bed

You see, everybody loves me, baby
What's the matter with you?
Won't you tell me what did I do
To offend you?

Now the purest race I've bred for thee
To live in my democracy
And the highest human pedigree
Awaits your firstborn boy, baby
And my face on ev'ry coin engraved
The anarchists are all enslaved
My own flag is forever waved
By the grateful people I have saved

You see, everybody loves me, baby
What's the matter with you?
Won't you tell me what did I do
To offend you?

Now, no land is beyond my claim
When the land is seized in the people's name
By evil men who rob and maim
If war is hell, I'm not to blame
Why, you can't blame me, I'm heaven's child
I'm the second son of Mary mild
And I'm twice removed from Oscar Wilde
And he didn't mind, why, he just smiled

Yes, and the ocean parts when I walk through
And the clouds dissolve, the sky turns blue
I'm held in very great value
By everyone I meet but you
Cause I've used my talents as I could
I've done some bad, I've done some good
I did a whole lot better than they thought I would
So, come on and treat me like you should!

You see, everybody loves me, baby
What's the matter with you?
Come on, tell me what did I do
To offend you?

Don McLean

[street sweeper]

The movie ran through me
The glamour subdued me
The tabloid untied me
I'm empty please fill me
Mister anchor assure me
That Baghdad is burning
Your voice it is so soothing
That cunning mantra of killing
I need you my witness
To dress this up so bloodless
To numb me and purge me now
Of thoughts of blaming you
Yes the car is our wheelchair
My witness your coughing
Oily silence mocks the legless boys
Who travel now in coffins
On the corner
The jury's sleepless
We found your weakness
And it's right outside your door

Now testify
Now testify
It's right outside your door
Now testify
Yes testify
Its right outside your door

With precision you feed me
My witness I'm hungry
Your temple it calms me
So I can carry on
My slaving sweating the skin right off my bones
On a bed of fire I'm choking on the smoke that fills my home
The wrecking ball is rushing
Witness your blushing
The pipeline is gushing
While here we lie in tombs
While on the corner
The jury's sleepless
We found your weakness
And it's right outside your door

Now testify
Yeah testify
It's right outside your door
Now testify
Now testify
It's right outside your door

Mass graves for the pump and the price is set
And the price is set
Mass graves for the pump and the price is set
And the price is set
Mass graves for the pump and the price is set
And the price is set
Mass graves for the pump and the price is set
And the price is set

Who controls the past now controls the future
Who controls the present now controls the past
Who controls the past now controls the future
Who controls the present now?

Now testify
Testify
It's right outside your door
Now testify
Testify
It's right outside your door

[*Red*Alert]

The People's Flag (1889)
By Jim Connell, Irish Socialist
Former anthem of the UK Labour Party

The people's flag is deepest red,
It shrouded oft our martyred dead,
And ere their limbs grew stiff and cold,
Their hearts blood dyed its every fold.

Then raise the scarlet standard high. (chorus)
Within its shade we'll live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We'll keep the red flag flying here.


Look round, the Frenchman loves its blaze,
The sturdy German chants its praise,
In Moscow's vaults its hymns are sung
Chicago swells the surging throng.
It waved above our infant might,
When all ahead seemed dark as night;
It witnessed many a deed and vow,
We must not change its colour now.


It well recalls the triumphs past,
It gives the hope of peace at last;
The banner bright, the symbol plain,
Of human right and human gain.


It suits today the weak and base,
Whose minds are fixed on pelf and place
To cringe before the rich man's frown,
And haul the sacred emblem down.

With heads uncovered swear we all
To bear it onward till we fall;
Come dungeons dark or gallows grim,
This song shall be our parting hymn.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nGXOjm95WWo

[pierrotlefou]

Panthers - Vandalist Committee Of Public Safety :
We aren't a band, we are a cabal of terrorists. So give it up, give us the gold or your lives. "Professors, you make us old" and you'll be the first to go: teachers, poets, militants, family. You're all cops. Don't say society, say racket, 'cause that's what it is, and your art is bourgeois shit! Your culture is square shaped cop speak. You're all impotent fools until you smash your teacher's face in and set fire to the faculty. We aren't a band, we're a vandalist committee with stenciled faces and bloody lips. Align or die.


Panthers - Sex Ed. :
Sometimes the face lights the page, and sometimes the page lights the face. We are experimenting with desires and winning. We are living the talk and kissing the faces of everyone involved. We kiss the thoughts and fuck whomever we damn well please. Marvin Gaye, Jean Genet, Jean-Paul Sartre, Bernadine Dorhn, Audre Lorde, Anais Nin, Emma Goldstein, Carol Queen, Michel Foucault. For the ones that came before... shake, shake, shake. Tear out the dead end and build a highway. All we want is passion and we'll get it together, get it together, get it together, we'll get it together. Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake. This relationship has no boundaries. Keep law out of my life and out of my love. Shake, shake, shake, shake. You tell me to make love, not war. Why not make both?

Orchid - Le Desorde, C'est Moi. :
"what true project has been lost?"
slip of the fingertips.
"what true project has been lost?"
snake eyes and slit wrists.
"Contest the Totality"
complete self-destruction
all the watches stop when the first
brick was thrown.
chaos is me
le desorde c'est moi.
chaos is me.

[pastradamus]

J' peux pas dire qu'elle ?tait vulgaire
Ou arrongante
L'?tait m?me plut?t au contraire
El?gante
Comme une tartine de confiture
Dans l' caf?
Comme un graffiti sur le mur
Des W.C.

J' l'ai rencontr?e dans une manif'
Pacifiste
Ca castagnait s?rieux avec
La police
J' m'?tais fait mal en bala?ant
Un pav?
J' m'?tais foul? la ch'ville du bras
Le poignet

Elle ?tait socialiste
Protestante et f?ministe
Un peu chiante et un peu triste
Institutrice

Croyait qu' le matin du grand soir
Allait v'nir
Croyait au grand souffle d'espoir
Sur l'av'nir
Genre de conn'ries qu' d?j? qu?qu' part
J'avais lues
Dans Minute ou dans un journal
Je sais plus

Elle m'a parl? d' Bernard Tapie
Enthousiaste
M'a dit qu'il avait du g?nie
Et d' la classe
J'ui ai dit : t'as raison, Ginette
C'est Karl Marx
En plus bal?ze, zn plus honn?te
En plus efficace

Moi j'?tais rien-du-toutiste
Anarcho-mitterandiste
J' sais m?me pas si ?a existe
Mais ?a m'excite

Pi elle m'a dit qu'elle avait des
Relations
Qu'elle ?tait potes avec un pote
A Tonton
Qu'elle avait d?n? y'a un mois
Chez Jack Lang
Que Guy Bedos avait r'pris quatr' fois
De la viande

J'ui ai dit qu' moi j' fr?quentais plus
Les salons
Que j'avais connu Charles Hernu
En prison
Qu' j'avais bouff? une fois dans un
Minist?re
Qu'objectivement c'?tait meilleur
Chez ma m?re

Elle ?tait socialiste
S' m?fiait des ?cologistes
D?testait les communistes
Et les dentistes

J'ui ai dit : Ginette, faut plus m' parler
D' politique
On va finir par s'engueuler
C'est classique
Comment veux-tu que j' sois d'accord
Avec toi
J'ai d'j? du mal ? ?tre d'accord
Avec moi

Elle m'a dit : J' m'appelle pas Ginette
D' toutes fa?ons
J' m'appelle Simone, si ?a t' fait rien
J'ai dit : Bon
Pi faut qu' j' m'en aille, faut que j' retourne
Gare de Lyon
Avant qu'on m' vole ma mobylette
Ca s'rait con

C'est comme ?a qu' ma socialiste
Qui avait si peur des voleurs
M'a largu? en pleine manif
A cause d'un v?lomoteur
Comment tu veux changer la vie
Si tu balises pour ton bien ?
On peut pas ?tre ? la fois
Un mouton et un mutin

On peut pas ?tre ? la fois
Et au four et au moulin
On peut pas ?tre ? la fois
Jean Dutour et Jean Moulin

RENAUD

[pastradamus]

In the sweet country Lim'rick, one cold winter's night
All the turf fires were burning when I first saw the light;
And a drunken old midwife went tipsy with joy
As she danced round the floor with her slip of a boy,

cho: Singing Baníne an bó is an gouna (the milk of the cow is ok for the calf)
And the juice of the barley for me.

Well when I was a gossoon of eight years old or so
With me turf and me primer to school I did go.
To a dusty old school house without any door,
Where lay the school master blind drunk on the floor,

At the learning I wasn't such a genius I'm thinking,
But I soon bet the master entirely at drinking,
Not a wake or a wedding for five miles around,
But meself in the corner was sure to be found.
One Sunday the priest thread me out from the altar
Saying you'll end up your days with your neck in a halter;
And you'll dance a fine jig between heaven and hell
And his words they did frighten me the truth for to tell,

So the very next morning as the dawn it did break
I went down to the vestry the pledge for to take,
And there in that room sat the priests in a bunch
Round a big roaring fire drinking tumblers of punch,

Well from that day to this I have wandered alone
I'm a jack of all trades and a master of none,
With the sky for me roof and the earth for me floor,
And I'll dance out my days frinking whiskey galore,

Clancy bros

[pastradamus]

See the child
With the golden hair
Yet eyes that snow the emptiness inside
Do we know
Can we understand just how he feels
Or have we really tried

See him now
As he stands alone
And watches children play a children's Game
(http://www.lyricsdownload.com/sinead-o-connor-scorn-not-his-simplicity-lyrics.html#)
Simple child
He looks almost like the others
Yet they know he's not the same

Scorn not his simplicity
But rather try to love him all the more
Scorn not his simplicity
Oh no

See him stare
Not recognizing the kind face
That only yesterday he loved
The loving face
Of a mother who can't understand what she's been guilty of
How she cried tears of happiness
the day the doctor told her 'it's a boy'
Now she cries tears of helplessness
and thinks of all the things he can't enjoy

Scorn not his simplicity
But rather try to love him all the more
Scorn not his simplicity
Oh no
Oh no

Only he knows how to face the future hopefully
Surrounded by despair
He won't ask for your pity or your sympathy
But surely you should care

Scorn not his simplicity
But rather try to love him all the more
Scorn not his simplicity
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no

Phil Coulter

[pastradamus]

I'm an ordinary man, nothin' special nothin' grand,
I've had to work for everything I own,
Well I never asked for a lot, I was happy with what I got,
Enough to keep my family and my home,
Now they say that times are hard & they've handed me my cards,
They say there's not the work to go around,
When the whistle blows the gates will finally close,
Tonight they're going to shut this factory down,
Then they'll tear it down.

I never missed a day nor went on strike for better pay,
For 20 years I served them best I could,
With a handshake and a cheque it seems so easy to forget,
Loyalty through the bad times and the good,
The owner says he's sad to see that things have got so bad,
But the Captains of industry won't let him loose,
He still drives a car and smokes a cigar,
And still he takes his family on a Cruise
He'll never lose.

Now it seems to me to be such a cruel irony,
He's richer now ever he was before,
Now my cheque is all spent and I can't afford the rent,
There's one law for the rich, one for the poor,
Every day I've tried to salvage some of my pride,
To find some work so's I might pay my way,
But everywhere I go, the answer is always no,
There's no work for anyone here today,
No work today.

And so condemned I stand, just an ordinary man,
Like thousands beside me in the queue,
I watch my darlin' wife tryin' to make the best of life,
God knows what the kids are goin' to do,
Now that we are faced with this human waste,
A generation cast aside,
For as long as I live, I never will forgive,
You've stripped me of my dignity & pride,
You've stripped me bare.

Christy Moore

[pastradamus]

Ten years before I saw the light of morning
A comradeship of heroes was laid
From every corner of the world came sailing
The Fifth International Brigade

They came to stand beside the Spanish people
To try and stem the rising fascist tide
Franco's allies were the powerful and wealthy
Frank Ryan's men came from the other side

Even the olives were bleeding
As the battle for Madrid it thundered on
Truth and love against the force of evil
Brotherhood against the fascist clan

CHORUS

Viva la Quinta Brigada
"No Pasaran", the pledge that made them fight
"Adelante" is the cry around the hillside
Let us all remember them tonight


Bob Hilliard was a Church of Ireland pastor
Form Killarney across the Pyrenees he came
From Derry came a brave young Christian Brother
Side by side they fought and died in Spain

Tommy Woods age seventeen died in Cordoba
With Na Fianna he learned to hold his gun
From Dublin to the Villa del Rio
Where he fought and died beneath the blazing sun

CHORUS

Many Irishmen heard the call of Franco
Joined Hitler and Mussolini too
Propaganda from the pulpit and newspapers
Helped O'Duffy to enlist his crew

The word came from Maynooth, "support the Nazis"
The men of cloth failed again
When the Bishops blessed the Blueshirts in Dun Laoghaire
As they sailed beneath the swastika to Spain

CHORUS

This song is a tribute to Frank Ryan
Kit Conway and Dinny Coady too
Peter Daly, Charlie Regan and Hugh Bonar
Though many died I can but name a few

Danny Boyle, Blaser-Brown and Charlie Donnelly
Liam Tumilson and Jim Straney from the Falls
Jack Nalty, Tommy Patton and Frank Conroy
Jim Foley, Tony Fox and Dick O'Neill

CHORUS

Christy moore

[pastradamus]

Victor Jara of Chile lived like a shooting star
He fought for the people of Chile with his songs and his guitar
His hands were gentle and his hands were strong

Victor Jara was a peasant boy barely six years old
He sat upon his father's plough and watched the earth unfold

When the neighbours had a wedding or one of their children died
His mother sang all night to them with Victor by her side

He grew up to be a fighter stood against what was wrong
He learned of peoples grief and joy and turned it into song

He sang for the copper miners and those who farmed the land
He sang for the factory workers who knew Victor was their man

He campaigned for Allende canvassed night and day
Singing take hold of your brother's hand the future starts today

When Pinochet seized Chile they arrested Victor then -
They caged him in the stadium with 5000 frightened men

Victor picked up his guitar his voice resounded strong
And he sang for his comrades till the guards cut short his song

They broke the bones in both his hands and beat him on the head
Tortured him with electric wires then they shot him dead

Victor Jara of Chile lived like a shooting star
He fought for the people of Chile with his songs and his guitar
His hands were gentle and his hands were strong


A Guthrie

[The Bear]

Fame e macerie sotto i mortai
Come l'acciaio resiste la citta'
Strade di Stalingrado, di sangue siete lastricate;
ride una donna di granito su mille barricate.
Sulla sua strada gelata la croce uncinata lo sa
D'ora in poi trovera' Stalingrado in ogni citta'.

L'orchestra fa ballare gli ufficiali nei caffe',
l'inverno mette il gelo nelle ossa,
ma dentro le prigioni l'aria brucia come se
cantasse il coro dell'Armata Rossa.

La radio al buio e sette operai,
sette bicchieri che brindano a Lenin
e Stalingrado arriva nella cascina e nel fienile,
vola un berretto, un uomo ride e prepara il suo fucile.
Sulla sua strada gelata la croce uncinata lo sa
D'ora in poi trovera' Stalingrado in ogni citta'

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English free translation

Hunger and ruins under the fire of mortars
As city resist the steel
Streets of Stalingrad are paved with blood
A rock-solid woman rides throught thousands of barricades
Under her frozen path , the fascist know
From now on , you can find Stalingrad in each city

The Orchestra makes officers dance in the caffe
The winter frost is going through the bones
But inside the prisons , the air burns
As the Red Army sings

The radio in the dark , and seven workers
And seven toast glasses dedicated to Lenin
Stalingrad arrives in every cottage and farm
A berrett flies , a man prepares his rifle
Under his frozen path , the fascist know
From now on , you can find Stalingrad in each city

[missnothing]

Pirate Jenny, she got her revenge
hey boys hats off to her.
Sally Bowles got her man, and he got really hurt. Yeah, me and my friends had some good ideas,
but i swear that town got so damn weird,
i got out in time in '39, i don't think I'll ever go back but i remember

Pirate Jenny let me off the hook for one drink I bought for her, and Sally Bowles used to look at me and sigh 'if you weren't so poor. . .'
there ain't no thing about the promise ring
and socialists are so boring,
just a bunch of bullies that I can't stand,
they got elected into office by who? You.
Die Weimar.

Pirate Jenny, she bought the bar,
now everybody works for her.
And Sally Bowles' 'Mein Herr' bit took off
and she's a star.
But the Bully Boys start sitting up in the front
and the doorman's taking tips and suggestions,
I'm getting in fights the places I used to play,
it's like walking through a mine field every day.
I remember Die Weimar.

I'm a fag, I'm a Jew, how do you do?
That's Mister Anarchist to you.
You think your scene's dead?
Well mine got killed by some dimwits'
Triumph Of The Will.
From the all ages shows,
to the full wet bars,
to the front line squats of your culture wars,
I ain't gonna hit you with the dogma or the lecturing, this has to be a purely personal thing.
You see, Pirate Jenny didn't have no friends
When those bulls they came for her, and
Sally Bowles' man got pushed up against the wall. Now everytime I see a Swiss bank I spit,
you say 'resist control' well I mean it,
'Cause it was come as you are in the cattle cars and there ain't a damn thing you can do about it, except remember,
Die Weimar.

- Ich errinere mich an die Weimar Republik by the World/Inferno Friendship Society

[Bandito]

LEONARD COHEN- I'M YOUR MAN

If you want a lover
Ill do anything you ask me to
And if you want another kind of love
Ill wear a mask for you
If you want a partner
Take my hand
Or if you want to strike me down in anger
Here I stand
Im your man

If you want a boxer
I will step into the ring for you
And if you want a doctor
Ill examine every inch of you
If you want a driver
Climb inside
Or if you want to take me for a ride
You know you can
Im your man

Ah, the moons too bright
The chains too tight
The beast wont go to sleep
Ive been running through these promises to you
That I made and I could not keep
Ah but a man never got a woman back
Not by begging on his knees
Or Id crawl to you baby
And Id fall at your feet
And Id howl at your beauty
Like a dog in heat
And Id claw at your heart
And Id tear at your sheet
Id say please, please
Im your man

And if youve got to sleep
A moment on the road
I will steer for you
And if you want to work the street alone
Ill disappear for you
If you want a father for your child
Or only want to walk with me a while
Across the sand
Im your man

If you want a lover
Ill do anything you ask me to
And if you want another kind of love
Ill wear a mask for you

[Искра]

IV Reich - una bala para ti

era un jornalero que curraba siempre
en las tierras de un señor marques
puso un arma sobre su boca
el jornalero se iba a suicidar
pero penso que el no era el culpable
de su miseria que era el señor marques
pero penso que el no era el culpable
de su miseria que era el señor marques

no burgues no huyas tu de mi
yo tengo una bala para ti
no burgues no huyas de nosotros
tenemos una venganza que cumplir

English (i don't know Spanish good, so fell free to correct me):

Bullet for you
One wedge worker was working all the times
On the land of master Marques
He put the gun in his mouth
Wadge worker was going to kill himself
And then he realized that he's not guilty
For his misery, but it's masters Marques fault

No bourgeoisie, do not run from me
I got a bullet for you
No bourgeoisie, do not run from us
We have to make a revenge

This is super song from 80's Spanish hardcore punk band.

[Tyrlop]

Bertolt Brecht - Remembering Maria A.
It was a day in that blue month September
Silent beneath the plum trees' slender shade
I held her there
My love, so pale and silent
As if she were a dream that must not fade

Above us in the shining summer heaven
There was a cloud my eyes dwelled long upon
It was quite white and very high above us
Then I looked up
And found that it had gone

And since that day, so many moons in silence
Have swum across the sky and gone below
The plum trees surely have been chopped for firewood
And if you ask, how does that love seem now
I must admit, I really can't remember
And yet I know what you are trying to say
But what her face was like, I know no longer
I only know I kissed it on that day

As for the kiss, I long ago forgot it
But for the cloud that floated in the sky
I know that still and shall forever know it
It was quite white and moved in very high
It may be that the plum trees still are blooming
That woman's seventh child may now be there
And yet that cloud had only bloomed for minutes
When I looked up
It vanished on the air

[Holden Caulfield]

Butcher Sincerity
Act out of loyalty
Deep in every country
Wish away the pain
Hand out lobotomies
to save your little families
surrealistic fantasies
Bland, boring,

Plain!

All we know is restitution
Living out your
Date of future
There's a hope
Please show me faster
Dont feel guilty
masturbating!

Somebody said that they're not much like I am
I know I can't
Make enough of the words,
"You go alone,
I sing your song"

Sickening pessimist
picketing masses
Conservative communist
apocalyptic bastards
Thank you dear God
For putting me on this Earth
I feel very privileged
Deplomatic

Thirst!

All we know is restitution
Living out your
Date of future
There's a hope
Please send it faster
Don't feel guilty
masturbating!

Somebody said that they're not much like I am
I know I can't
Make enough of the words,
"You go alone,
I sing your song"

[MilitantAnarchist]

Work realy pisses me off im wasteing my life away
I could be lying in bed each an every day
Being paid low wages, working in a factory
I'd rather be on the dole fuck your industry

I HATE WORK its a waste of time
I HATE WORK of any kind
I HATE WORK its bad for me
I HATE WORK just leave me be

Working in crap conditions, its bad for my health
And the money that they pay me does fuck all for my wealth
Its like being a prisoner, they aint no escape
If i pack it in i'll get no dole, deserted by the state

I HATE WORK its a waste of time
I HATE WORK of any kind
I HATE WORK its bad for me
I HATE WORK just leave me be
(good kazoo solo)

My boss gives me a load of shit he says i dont do enough
I dont care what he says I'll just pack my job up
I am nackard all the time thanks to doin me job
I cant take it any more i must be a knob

I HATE WORK its a waste of time
I HATE WORK of any kind
I HATE WORK its bad for me
I HATE WORK just leave me be

[The Ben G]

And now a message from the President of the United States George W. Bush
I've adopted sophisticated terrorist tactics
And I'm a dangerous, dangerous man
With dangerous, dangerous weapons
I want to drain the coal resources in America
And foreign sources of crude oil.
I'm a weapon of mass destruction
And I'm a brutal dictator
And I'm evil

[Verse 1]
I've got something that I must confess
I make a profit off people oppressed
I take the money 'til there's nothing left
And all I gotta say is Yippie Aye Yay

[Chorus]
Rio Grande Blood

I want money
I want yer money
I want crude oil
It's the government's money
I'm an asshole

[Verse 2]
I can't remember the world such a mess
Not for the companies I like the best
Exxon and Conoco - fuck all the rest
And all I gotta say is Yippie Aye Yay

[Chorus]
Rio Grande Blood

I want money
I want yer money
I want crude oil
It's the government's money

Breakdown
We went to war because of our dependence on foreign oil Haliburton
We went to war because of money
Haliburton
We will settle for nothing less than victory, victory
Haliburton
We will settle for nothing less than crude oil -crude oil

[Verse 3]
Squeezing the working class whom I detest
Taxing the poor so the rich can invest
I know I'm an asshole, but aren't you impressed
And all I gotta say is Yippie Aye Yay

[Chorus]
Rio Grande Blood

Rio Grande Blood
Rio Grande Blood
I want crude oil
Rio Grande Blood
I want money
Rio Grande Blood

Rio Grande Blood - ministry

[BakuninFan]

Stereolab - "Jenny Ondioline"

Life on Earth is a bloody hazard it's a fact
As in the city the republic wears all...
I think the brilliant past of inside realities to come
And as a decisive mental...or haven't we lost
I don't care if the fascists have to win
I don't care democracy's being fucked
I don't care socialism's full of sin
The unmutable system engenders rot
The world is exciting
Is the triumph as the new nation
But the tensions have to be creative with some time
The incessant...the transformation in the country
....it sucks that we're...that let down...
Obviously once more it could be...
....don't you get to the...
I don't care if the fascists have to win
I don't care democracy's being fucked
I don't care socialism's full of sin
The immutable system is so corrupt
What is exciting is the triumph as the new nation
But the tensions have to be creative with some time
Life on Earth is a bloody hazard it's a fact
Impressive man...
The powers of the world have to...
It was like taking candy from baby
We got to keep the lift, hope, and struggle
Where is the lift, the hope, and the struggle
Give me the strength, the lift, hope, and struggle

[RHIZOMES]

2ncQQPy315o

Can't find the lyrics, so I'll transcribe an excerpt:

"i'm not gonna get too deep for politics,
'cuz we're all for hustling not for the politician type,
'cuz we don't believe the hype,
(yo g tell em)
fuck all the stereotypes,
stuff to understand,
that you must learn,
everything in the ghetto,
must be explained to the
(SUBURBS)
to the
(BOURGEOIS),
to all the white mothafuckas perpetrating fake (inaudible)"

[Bilan]

Definitely the best hip hop lyrics ever, and awesome beats:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n1I6Di_q31Y

It's almost ten o clock see i got a ball of lifted property
so i slid my beenie hat on sloppily
and promenade out to take up a collection
i got game like i read the directions
i 'm wishing that i had an automobile
as i feel the cold wind rush past
but let me state that i am a hustler for real
so you know i got the stolen bus pass
just as the bus pulls up and i step to the rear
this ole lady look like she drank a forty of fear
i see my ole school partner said his brother got popped
pay my respects
can you ring the bell we came to my stop
the street light reflects off the piss on the ground
which reflects off the hamburger sign as it turns round
which reflects off the chrome of the bmw
which reflects off the fact that i am broke
now what the fuck is new
i need loot i sweat the motherfucka
in the tweed suit
and i'm on his ass quicker than a kick from a grease boot
eased up slow and discreet
could tell he was suspicious by the way he slid his feet
didn't wanna fuck up the come on
so i smiled with my eyes said hey how it's hanging guy
bumped into his shoulders but he passed with no reaction
damn this motherfucka had a hella of andrew jacksons
i'm a thief or pickpocket give a fuck what you call it
used to call em fat cats.
i just call them wallets getting federal aint just a klepto
master card or visa i'd gladly accept those
sneaky motherfucka with a scam know how to pull it
got a mirror in my pocket but that wont stop no bullets
story just begun but you already know
aint no need to get down shit i'm already low


chorus


My footsteps echo in the darkness
my teeth clenched tight like a fist in the cold sharp mist
i look down and i hear my somach growling
step to burger king to attack it like a shaolin
i never pay for shit that i can get by doing dirt
link up to the girl cashier and start to flirt
all up in her face and her breath was like murder
damn the shit i do for a free hamburger
(girl )"well you got my number you gonna call me tonite"
it depends is them burgers attached to a price
"sorry sorry"
im just kidding i'ma call you write you love letters
"it's all good"
thanks for the burgers emm hook me up with a dr pepper.
(girl)thats cool you want some ice
yeah and some fries will be hella nice
(girl) damn my managers coming play it off okay have a nice day
im up outta here anyway
i use peoples before they use me
cos you could get got by an uzi over an oz
thats what an og told me
gots to find someplace warm and cozy to eat the vittles that i just got
came to an underground parking lot
this place is good as any fuck its all good
walked in found a car hopped itself up on a hood
ate my burger threw back my cola
somebody said hey it was a rented pig i thought it was a roller
"want me to call the cops?"
i dont want them to see me
looked down and saw that i was sitting on a lamboughini
it was rollses ferraris and jags by the dozen
a building door opened
damn it was my cousin
getting offa work dressed up no lie
tux cummerband and a blackbow tie
i was like hey
"who is it"
me
"oh whats up man i just quit this company
they hella racist and the pay was too low "
i said arite what was up in there though
"a party with rich motherfuckas i dont know the situation
i know they got cabbage owning corporations
ibm chryslers and shit is what they seeing"
just then a light bulb went off in my head
they be thinking all black folks is resembling
gimme your tux and i'll do some pocket swindling
fit the change in the bathroom and i freeze off my nuts
lets take a short break
while i get into this tux
grunt zipp
alright i'm ready


chorus


Fresh dressed like a million bucks
i be the flyiest muthafucka in an afro and a tux
my arm is at a right angle up silver tray in my hand
may i interest you in some caviar mam
my eyes shoots round the room there and here
noticing the diamonds in the chandelier
background barry manilow copacobana
and a strong ass scent of stoagies from havana
what no place where a brother might been
snobby ole ladies drinking champagne with rich white men
allrite then lets begin this
nights like this is good for business
five minutes in the mix noticed several diffrent cliques
talking giggling and shit
well one mother fucka gave me twits
and everbody else jacking it throttling
found out later you know coca cola bottling
talking to a black man who he's confused
we looking hella bourgie
ass all tight and seditty
recognzed him as the mayor of my city
who treats young black man like frank nitty
mr coke said to mr mayor "you know we got a process like ice t's hair
we put up the fund for your election campaign
and oh um waiter can you bring the champagne"
a real estate fronts as opportunities arousing
to make some condos out of low income housing
immediately we need some media heat
to say that gangs run the street and then we bring in the police fleet
harrasing me everbody till they look inebriated
when we bought the land motherfuckas will appreciate it
dont worry about the urban league or jesse jackson
my man that owns marlboros
donated a fat sum
thats when i step back some to contemplate what few know
sat down wrestle with my thoughts like a sumo
aint no one player that could beat this lunancy
aint no hustler on the street could do a whole community
this is how deep shit can get
it reads macaroni on my birth certificate
poontang is my middle name but i cant hang
i'm getting hustled
only knowing half the game
shit how the fuck do i get out of this place.

[Red Isa]

I'm afraid of americans, is another good one by bowie. He's sexy by the way ;)

[AK]

Anti-Flag - When All The Lights Go Out
http://www.youtube.com/watch?gl=AU&hl=en-GB&v=iVGw8nMUl-8
One billion workers stand up from their chairs.
Their faces no longer struck with their fears.
Attack/Attack.
Stabbed in the back.
Disgraced/Disgraced.
Traitors trade face to face.
Revolution... the engine for history.
When all the lights go out.
When all the world is in doubt.
When all the goods cease to move.
I won't be alone.
When all eh swords become plows.
When all the fields are afoul.
When all the cogs cease to turn.
I won't be alone.
Punching the clock, stabbing the boss.
We don't need the CEO's they need us.
Attack/Attack.

Outsourced for a hack.
Disgraced/Disgraced.
Displace and replace.
Proletarians of the world unite;
you have nothing to lose but your chains.
We are not numbers.
We are names.
We won't be alone.
We are not crime reports.
We are history.
We won't be alone.
We are not folklore.
We are culture.
We won't be alone.
We are not human resources.
We are human beings.
I won't be....We won't be alone.

[Il Medico]

Great song. Kinda has an Elton John feel to it.

Another constellation dies
Do what you want 'cause it's your own sky
Just call me when the phone stops ringing
Thanks for coming by
I'm just glad I'm on your good side
Where it's smoldering or freezing
It's never all that easy to decide

This is the land of a thousand words
But it seems so few are worth the breath to say
Except I'll be looking after my own world
And you just keep on saving the day
I'll try to stay but it's in vain when you're far
I'm on the run to wherever you are

And that's the nature of the chase
You fall so far behind you end in first place
Pass the torch this time we're running to each's own regret
There's no harm in playing hard to get
Boundlessness deceives me
Baby you may turn the corner yet

This is the land of a thousand words
But it seems so few are worth the breath to say
Except I'll be looking after my own world
And you just keep on saving the day
I'll try to stay but it's in vain when you're far
I'm on the run to wherever you are

I'm a gonna do everything I say
Tried to stay but time's running out
But now I'm on my way

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r5MbU2z0fEI

[Red Isa]

The police high beam froze her perfect face
In white glow for a while
The politic bureau's on high alert
And her name showed up on file
There's trouble with their war effort
And she's been speaking out
Checkpoint Charlie's radioing in
She's compromised in doubt
There's trouble with their war effort and she's crossed the party line
You were so pretty in the days you spoke your mind

You were so pretty oh
And you were so pretty oh oh
Hiding out

The files have been filled
The regime won't be undermined
You were so pretty in the days you spoke your mind

Quiet now don't make a sound
The system shut us down now we find each other in the underground
She had the voice once of the people now
She's timid as a mouse
I would kiss you on the mouth in a safe house

Because you were so pretty, oh, hiding out, hiding out
You were so pretty oh hiding out, hiding out
walk on by, we’re hiding out, hiding out
Walk on by, she’s a red star, she’s a red star

Tell me how did you let them in
We were silent secret agents
But the resistance is wearing thin
Dissent is now illegal
She must pay the consequence
In this thriller mystery baby
You are my suspense

Because you were so pretty yeah, hiding out, hiding out
You were so pretty oh hiding out, hiding out
Walk on by, hiding out, hiding out
Walk on by she’s a red star
She’s a red star
You’ve gone so far (she’s a red star) don’t back down now
You’ve gone (red star) so far don’t back down now
You’ve gone so far, don’t back down now
You’ve gone so far, don’t back down now

Red Star-Third Eye Blind

[Red Isa]

I found this on the web. It's called Lenin and it is an ode to our great comrade.

youtube.com/watch?v=FOoXdFBsWr8

[Dr Mindbender]

Bob Dylan -Maggie's Farm

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
Well, I wake in the morning,
Fold my hands and pray for rain.
I got a head full of ideas
That are drivin' me insane.
It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor.
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more.
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more.
Well, he hands you a nickel,
He hands you a dime,
He asks you with a grin
If you're havin' a good time,
Then he fines you every time you slam the door.
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more.
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more.
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more.
Well, he puts his cigar
Out in your face just for kicks.
His bedroom window
It is made out of bricks.
The National Guard stands around his door.
Ah, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more.
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more.
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more.
Well, she talks to all the servants
About man and God and law.
Everybody says
She's the brains behind pa.
She's sixty-eight, but she says she's twenty-four.
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more.
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
Well, I try my best
To be just like I am,
But everybody wants you
To be just like them.
They sing while you slave and I just get bored.
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.

[Nwoye]

I found this on the web. It's called Lenin and it is an ode to our great comrade.

youtube.com/watch?v=FOoXdFBsWr8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0-x71CWd6GQ

I really like "3rd planet" by Modest Mouse. However it's about theology and it repeatedly uses biblical imagery so it's probably not popular here.

Everything that keeps me together is falling apart
I've got this thing that I consider my only art of fucking people over

My boss just quit the job
Says he's going out to find blind spots and he'll do it

The third planet is sure that they're being watched
By an eye in the sky that can't be stopped
When you get to the promised land
Your going to shake that eye's hand

Your heart felt good
It was dripping pitch and made of wood
And your hands and knees
Felt cold and wet on the grass to me

Well, outside naked, shivering, looking blue
From the cold sunlight that's reflected off the moon
Baby cum angels fly around you
Reminding you we used to be three and not just two
And that's how the world began
And that's how the world will end

A third had just been made and we were swimming in the
water
Didn't know then, was it a son, was it a daughter?
When it occurred to me that the animals are swimming
Around in the water in the oceans in our bodies
And another had been found, another ocean on the planet
Given that our blood is just like the Atlantic
And how

Well, the universe is shaped exactly like the earth
If you go straight long enough you'll end up where you were
And the universe is shaped exactly like the earth
If you go straight long enough you'll end up where you were
The universe is shaped exactly like the earth

Your heart felt good
It was dripping pitch and made of wood
And your hands and knees
Felt cold and wet on the grass to me

Well, outside naked, shivering, looking blue
From the cold sunlight that's reflected off the moon
Baby cum angels fly around you
Reminding you we used to be three and not just two
And that's how the world began
And that's how the world will end

A third had just been made and we were swimming in the
water
Didn't know then, was it a son, was it a daughter?
When it occurred to me that the animals are swimming
Around in the water in the oceans in our bodies
And another had been found, another ocean on the planet
Given that our blood is just like the Atlantic

Well, the universe is shaped exactly like the earth
If you go straight long enough you'll end up where you were
And the universe is shaped exactly like the earth
If you go straight long enough you'll end up where you were
The universe is shaped exactly like the earth

Everything that keeps me together is falling apart
I've got this thing that I consider my only art of fucking people over

[Axle]

Nuclear Assault - Third World Genocide

They come to rule and not by chance
Aided by a bloodied lance
No elections needed here
Such things mundane are not their way
A thousand rivals lying dead
And their families starved, decayed
No relief by foreign aid
A poisoned dagger is their way

Government by those who kill
And then collect from U.N. tills
They live on aid and ask for more
When all it does is pay for way

So carefree
Your killing spree
I must be blind I can't see
Tell me what is human life worth

The skies cry bloody tears

[Communist]

'Brownsville Girl' - Bob Dylan, album Knocked Out Loaded

Well, there was this movie I seen one time,
About a man riding 'cross the desert and it starred Gregory Peck.
He was shot down by a hungry kid trying to make a name for himself.
The townspeople wanted to crush that kid down and string him up by the neck.


Well, the marshal, now he beat that kid to a bloody pulp
as the dying gunfighter lay in the sun and gasped for his last breath.
Turn him loose, let him go, let him say he outdrew me fair and square,
I want him to feel what it's like to every moment face his death.


Well, I keep seeing this stuff and it just comes a-rolling in
And you know it blows right through me like a ball and chain.
You know I can't believe we've lived so long and are still so far apart.
The memory of you keeps callin' after me like a rollin' train.


I can still see the day that you came to me on the painted desert
In your busted down Ford and your platform heels
I could never figure out why you chose that particular place to meet
Ah, but you were right. It was perfect as I got in behind the wheel.


Well, we drove that car all night into San Anton'
And we slept near the Alamo, your skin was so tender and soft.
Way down in Mexico you went out to find a doctor and you never came back.
I would have gone on after you but I didn't feel like letting my head get blown off.


Well, we're drivin' this car and the sun is comin' up over the Rockies,
Now I know she ain't you but she's here and she's got that dark rhythm in her soul.
But I'm too over the edge and I ain't in the mood anymore to remember the times when I was your only man
And she don't want to remind me. She knows this car would go out of control.


Brownsville girl with your Brownsville curls, teeth like pearls shining like the moon above
Brownsville girl, show me all around the world, Brownsville girl, you're my honey love.


Well, we crossed the panhandle and then we headed towards Amarillo
We pulled up where Henry Porter used to live.
He owned a wreckin' lot outside of town about a mile.
Ruby was in the backyard hanging clothes, she had her red hair tied back.
She saw us come rolling up in a trail of dust.
She said, "Henry ain't here but you can come on in, he'll be back in a little while."


Then she told us how times were tough and about how she was thinkin' of bummin' a ride back to where she started.
But ya know, she changed the subject every time money came up.
She said, "Welcome to the land of the living dead." You could tell she was so broken-hearted.
She said, "Even the swap meets around here are getting pretty corrupt."
"How far are y'all going?" Ruby asked us with a sigh.
"We're going all the way 'til the wheels fall off and burn,
'Til the sun peels the paint and the seat covers fade and the water moccasin dies."
Ruby just smiled and said, "Ah, you know some babies never learn."


Something about that movie though, well I just can't get it out of my head
But I can't remember why I was in it or what part I was supposed to play.
All I remember about it was Gregory Peck and the way people moved
And a lot of them seemed to be lookin' my way.


Brownsville girl with your Brownsville curls, teeth like pearls shining like the moon above
Brownsville girl, show me all around the world, Brownsville girl, you're my honey love.


Well, they were looking for somebody with a pompadour.
I was crossin' the street when shots rang out.
I didn't know whether to duck or to run, so I ran.
"We got him cornered in the churchyard," I heard somebody shout.
Well, you saw my picture in the Corpus Christi Tribune. Underneath it, it said, "A man with no alibi."
You went out on a limb to testify for me, you said I was with you.
Then when I saw you break down in front of the judge and cry real tears,
It was the best acting I saw anybody do.


Now I've always been the kind of person that doesn't like to trespass but sometimes you just find yourself over the line.
Oh if there's an original thought out there, I could use it right now.
You know, I feel pretty good, but that ain't sayin' much. I could feel a whole lot better,
If you were just here by my side to show me how.


Well, I'm standin' in line in the rain to see a movie starring Gregory Peck,
Yeah, but you know it's not the one that I had in mind.
He's got a new one out now, I don't even know what it's about
But I'll see him in anything so I'll stand in line.


Brownsville girl with your Brownsville curls, teeth like pearls shining like the moon above
Brownsville girl, show me all around the world, Brownsville girl, you're my honey love.


You know, it's funny how things never turn out the way you had 'em planned.
The only thing we knew for sure about Henry Porter is that his name wasn't Henry Porter.
And you know there was somethin' about you baby that I liked that was always too good for this world
Just like you always said there was something about me you liked that I left behind in the French Quarter.
Strange how people who suffer together have stronger connections than people who are most content.
I don't have any regrets, they can talk about me plenty when I'm gone.
You always said people don't do what they believe in, they just do what's most convenient, then they repent.
And I always said, "Hang on to me, baby, and let's hope that the roof stays on."


There was a movie I seen one time, I think I sat through it twice.
I don't remember who I was or where I was bound.
All I remember about it was it starred Gregory Peck, he wore a gun and he was shot in the back.
Seems like a long time ago, long before the stars were torn down.


Brownsville girl with your Brownsville curls, teeth like pearls shining like the moon above
Brownsville girl, show me all around the world, Brownsville girl, you're my honey love.

---------
Copyright ©1986 Special Rider Music

[Dimentio]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EUdYhkgPfcc&feature=related

Can we say that we are free
Our hands are bound and voices silent
I'm sure it's not a dream
I am awake, my eyes are open

I can't accept and won't concede
In aftermath we find redemption
The causes that are seized
And disguised as revolution

Quell the rage that deeply seethes
The extremes of these devotions
Dismantle the machine
The device of their creation

I can't accept and won't concede
That this is who we are
The conflict that is seized
And disguised as greater notions

To the songs that sing of glory and the brave
Are we dreaming there are better days to come
When will the banners and the victory parades
Celebrate the day a better world was won

On the day, the storm has just begun
I will still hope there are
Better days to come

In the face of what I say
My words will turn to anger
Malevolence in need
Cannot provide direction

I won't accept this thought
That this is who we are
Positions never change
Losing all forward motion

All of that which deeply seethes
Temper your devotion
Dismantle the machine
The device of your convictions

I can't accept and won't concede
That this is who we are
The conflict that is seized
And disguised as greater notions

To the songs that sing of glory and the brave
Are we dreaming there are better days to come
When will the banners and the victory parades
Celebrate the day a better world was won

To the songs that sing of glory and the brave
Are we dreaming there are better days to come
When will the banners and the victory parades
Celebrate the day a better world was won

On the day the storm has just begun
I will still hope there are
Better days to come

On the day the storm has just begun
I will still hope there are
Better days to come

[NecroCommie]

Hell yeah! Let's stop viewing war as a romantic thing!

Warbringer - Total war

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6cbRJLlKfng

Thousands of soldiers march to their fate
Lambs to the slaughter, certain death awaits
Trapped on a field littered with bones
Nations of fallen lying below

Now you march forwards - to die
Ten million bodies piled high
Mechanized engines of war spitting lead
Horrors of battle fill you with dread
Bombs are falling, death is calling
Fire raining from the sky
Blown to bits by hail of lead
Fall without a reason why

Call upon gods of death
FIGHT! Awaken all your rage
Launch the attack, no turning back
Charge! Your destiny awaits
The order is given, over the top
Scream, for you it is too late

We'll give you what you've been waiting for-
TOTAL WAR
Not ready to die, though your time will come tonight
TOTAL WAR
Battle continues, will you ever in the fight
TOTAL WAR
All the life that was in you, now is gone
TOTAL WAR
The battle's over but the war rages on
TOTAL WAR

Deathchain - Carnal damage

War! carnal damage!

The things you see around you in the battlefield
Comrades fall as their skins begin to boil

You feel it too
Fiery acid burning to the bone
And there is nothing you can do
Just wait the pain to take you away

Fighting the war unjust
Against the enemy unseen
And what it is all for?
Desire of power and to rule them all

You were so eager to fight for a better world
But now you're tortured by your misbelief
The smell of melting flesh is driving you insane

War! carnal damage!

Fighting the war unjust
Against the enemy unseen
And what it is all for?
Desire of power and to rule them all

You feel it too
Fiery acid burning to the bone
In fear you lived, in fear you die
Meltdown by the carnal damage

Now you're tasting the goods of modern warfare
As part of battallions of the gasmask generation
Under the acid rain you have no place to hide
The ultimate payback time by chemical style

In the pool of your own bloody vomit
And you see your own body rot away
The smell of melting flesh is driving you insane

War! carnal damage!

Fighting the war unjust
Against the enemy unseen
And what it is all for?
Desire of power and to rule them all

You feel it too
Fiery acid burning to the bone
In fear you lived, in fear you die
Meltdown by the carnal damage

[RED DAVE]

I confess I'm a sucker for this one.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mht0Bzm_Cgs

RED DAVE

[Stand Your Ground]

Heaven Shall Burn - Like A Thousand Suns

Their shadows burnt into the walls
So many lives reduced to ashes
So many homes razed to the ground
A shine like from a thousand suns

Betrayed by their proud leaders
And executed by atrocious enemies
So many homes, so many lives
A silent sense of guilt should rise

A thousand books all full with vindications
Simple explanations and coloured declarations
Where silent sense of guilt should rise
But a victor's story cannot lie

One modest truth they teach their children
Again, a victor's story, it cannot lie!

See these branded generations
Hear, their bells are tolling
Hear, hear them calling


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7KYNr6c3ByA

[Anthraxinsoup]

Restricitng immigration won't solve this country's problems
The refugees are only our leaders scapegoats
Bigoted politicians claim that immigration is unemployment's source
So the INS are given unending power to enforce
The restrictions regulated by immigrants descendants
Who project open border policies as national resentments
Unwilling to provide the same opportunities they've been given
To desperate refugees whose passage has been forbidden
By a government who's often reponsible for their countries situation
But they just intensify the suffering by restricting immigration
Denying immigrants from crossing a line
They're closing the borders like they've closed their minds
Regardless of citizenship we're all the same
No human is illegal like governments claim
Exploiting foreign markets with capitalisms principles
NAFTA was created to benefit the multinationals
Big business cuts their expenses with their sweatshop wage
Keeping foreign labor in an economical cage
They've created the incentive to ship the jobs out of this country
Making Americans more receptive to minimum wage and bigotry
The government maintains approval when their fault remains concealed
They'll just find another scapegoat after they pass the anti-immigration bill
Denying immigrants from crossing a line
They're closing the borders like they've closed their minds
Regardless of citizenship we're all the same
No human is illegal like the governments claim
Creating xenophobia is another tactic in which our leaders have managed
To redirect blame to someone other than themselves or big business
The media lap up the reports of increasing poverty, unemployment, welfare and
Government aid supposedly caused by refugees while largely ignoring the
Countless reports of rapes, beating, and general harassment by the
INS and US border patrols Not to mention American servicemen
Actually crossing the Mexican border to rape women or New York police
Officers gang raping a Haitian immigrant with a plunger These atrocities
Occur because xenophobia has instilled the thinking that refugees are
Problems and not people...Xenophobia kills
Patriotism plants the seeds of ignorance and hate
Destroying the people and all compassion to protect the state
Every person is entitled to live, no human should be banned
It only benefits the wealthy to own a piece of land
It only divides the people by the borders, by the countries
It's only another obstacle blocking any chance of equality
We've got to smash their walls our efforts must persist
We've got to wake the people up to see what they've dismissed
People are not expendable, government is
People are not expendable, government is
People are not expendable, government is
People are not expendable, government is

[Communist]

.
'We Can Make The Morning (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fvNzmh8csyw)'

(Words & music by J. Ramsey)

I just thought I heard a small voice crying
Looked again and saw that it was me
I feel like a little boy denying
That he fears the night 'cause he can't see

Then a larger thought said stop your crying
Don't be scared to search 'cause you may find
Fate holds out a candle for your footsteps
Time rolls back the shadows of your mind

It's a long, long lonely night
You can make the morning if you try
It's a long, long lonely night
Oh, we can make the morning if we try
Girl, we can make the morning you and I
Together, together, together

Loneliness is darkness' first companion
Spend the night alone and faith may bend
Share it all and see how fear starts fading
Chase away the shadows with a friend

Dawn's elusive light is just beginning
Now the day can push away the night
Dreams can make the sun feel much brighter
Hope creates a foothold for the light

It's a long, long lonely night
We can make the morning if we try
It's a long, long lonely night
We can make the morning if we try
Girl, we can make the morning you and I, Oh
Together, together

.

[thatdevious]

Billie Holiday's 'Strange Fruit' has some of the most haunting lyrics of all time.

[Communist]

.'You Were Meant For Me' - Jewel, album Pieces Of You

(Words & music by Jewel-Poltz)

I hear the clock, it's six a.m.
I feel so far from where I've been
I got my eggs I got my pancakes too
I got my maple syrup, everything but you.
I break the yolks, make a smiley face
I kinda like it in my brand new place
I wipe the spots off the mirror
Don't leave the keys in the door
Never put wet towels on the floor anymore' cause
Dreams last so long
even after you're gone
I know you love me
And soon you will see
You were meant for me
And I was meant for you.
I called my momma, she was out for a walk
Consoled a cup of coffee but it didn't wanna talk
So I picked up a paper, it was more bad news
More hearts being broken or people being used
Put on my coat in the pouring rain
I saw a movie it just wasn't the same
'Cause it was happy or I was sad
It made me miss you oh so bad 'cause
Dreams last so long
Even after you're gone
I know you love me
And soon you will see
You were meant for me
And I was meant for you.
I go about my business, I'm doing fine
Besides what would I say if I had you on the line
Same old story, not much to say
Hearts are broken, everyday.
I brush my teeth and put the cap back on
I know you hate it when I leave the light on
I pick a book up. Turn the sheets down.
And then I take a deep breath and a good look around
Put on my pjs and hop into bed
I'm half alive but I feel mostly dead
I try and tell myself it'll be all right
I just shouldn't think anymore tonight 'cause
Dreams last so long
Even after you're gone
I know you love me
And soon you will see
You were meant for me
And I was meant for you

Yeah... You were meant for me and I was meant for you.

.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fGj77BrEgj4


.

[InuyashaKnight]

KINO
Перемен! / Peremen! / Changes!

Instead of fire - there's only smoke.
Instead of warmth - cold.
Another day is crossed out on the calendar grid.
The red shining sun has completely burned out,
And this day goes out with it,
And over a glowing city, the shadow will fall

We want changes!
It's the demand of our hearts.
We want changes!
It's the demand of our eyes.
In our laughter, in our tears, and the pulse in our veins.
We want changes!
And changes will begin...

Bright electric light continues our day,
And the box of matches is empty,
But in the kitchen, like a blue flower, gas burns.
Cigarettes in our hands, tea on the table,
So this scheme is easy,
And there's nothing more left, it's all up to us.

We want changes!
It's the demand of our hearts.
We want changes!
It's the demand of our eyes.
In our laughter, in our tears, and the pulse in our veins.
We want changes!
And changes will begin...

We cannot brag about the wisdom in our eyes,
And our gestures are not very skilled,
But even without all of that - understanding remains.
Cigarettes in our hands, tea on the table,
That's how the circle is filled,
And suddenly we've become scared to change something.

[jeroen7887]

Streetlight Manifesto - Here's To Life (part of the lyrics)

Hey there Salinger, What did you do?
Just when the world was looking at you
To write anything, that meant anything
You told us you were through
And it's been years since you passed away
but I see no plaque, and I see no grave.
And I can't help believing, you wanted it that way.

Vincent Van Gogh, Why do you weep?
You were on your way to heaven, but the road was steep
And who was there to break your fall?
We're guilty, One and All

And I don't know much, but I do know this
With a golden heart, comes a rebel fist
But I can't help agreeing with those that would not quit.

And it makes me sick when I think of it
All my heroes could not live with this
and I hope you rest in peace
Because with us, You never did!
And K.D.C., you were much too young!
And you changed my life!
But I draw the line at suicide!
Here's To Life!!

[mykittyhasaboner]

Choking Victim, in my humble opinion, has some of the best lyrics ever.



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Nk_b0VYbic (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Nk_b0VYbic)




Crack Rock Steady,
are you ready to stop
the rotten blue menace?
Let's go kill us a cop.
Crack Rock Steady,
are you ready?
Living above the law!

Po' little lice, the po' little screws,
the whitest gang crew, the hated boys in blue.
Like scabei on the street, they infest the beat,
fucking my life but I won't admit defeat to them!
Above the law, above the law come now,
No copper will be safe till they are dead and done now.
Let's lay em down low, let's hang em up high,
Let's take all of these piggies, and have them crucified!

Hardcore, rugged and raw,
on the streets of New York, we live above the fucking law.
It don't matter the color of your skin,
as long as you not scandolous, commit no sin to me,
or my tribe.
Would not be wise.
Time to smell the ganja, open up your fucking eyes.
Kick back, keep your attitude in check,
and give the crack rock steady much respect.

Don't ya know that satan is the man?
So listen very close because we got a little plan:
We're gonna have to execute some rich important people,
gonna burn down all the churches and topple all the steeples.
See a frown? turn that cross upside down.
Grab a gun or baseball bat, let's go to fuckin town!
Let's kill the police, I'll be saying little more,
But when the cops come to your door,
don't forget the choice is yours!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eDLBGTkLgow (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eDLBGTkLgow)


Micheal Parenti's Part:

"The function of that police action, those interventions in Central America and the Middle East, the function is system sustaining. It is to maintain that overall system! And you don't look at the particular cost. I could demonstrate to you that every single bank robbery, that in every single case practically, the cost of the police was more than the actual money that the robbers took from the bank. Does that mean, 'Oh, you see, there's really no economic interest involved, then. They're not protecting the banks. The police are just doing this because they're on a power trip, or they're macho, or they're control freaks, that's why they do it.' No, of course it's an economic... of course they're defending the banks. Of course, because if they didn't stop that bank robbery, regardless of the cost, this could jeopardize the entire banking system. You see, there are people who believe that the function of the police is to fight crime. And that's not true; the function of the police is social control and protection of property."

I am sick and tired and my money's always spent,
and though their jobs are killing me, thier money pays my rent.
The fuel of world hate, although it's just a seed,
but when it grows and flowers, it becomes the world's greed!
money for the rich, money for the fed,
god supplies the money and god supplies the dead!
And when yer dead and ready, "exploited" be thy name,
'cuase after you have money things are never quite the same!
I don't care for money, and money's not for me,
the money fueled this empire and our racist history.
Although I'm forced to use it, the rules have all been set.
But life is not worth living when yer soul is in debt!

[Red]

White Man In Hammersmith Palais

Midnight to six man
For the first time from Jamaica
Dillinger and Leroy Smart
Delroy Wilson, your cool operator

Ken Boothe for UK pop reggae
With backing bands sound systems
And if they've got anything to say
There's many black ears here to listen

But it was Four Tops all night with encores from stage right
Charging from the bass knives to the treble
But onstage they ain't got no roots rock rebel
Onstage they ain't got no...roots rock rebel

Dress back jump back this is a bluebeat attack
'Cos it won't get you anywhere
Fooling with your guns
The British Army is waiting out there
An' it weighs fifteen hundred tons

White youth, black youth
Better find another solution
Why not phone up Robin Hood
And ask him for some wealth distribution

Punk rockers in the UK
They won't notice anyway
They're all too busy fighting
For a good place under the lighting

The new groups are not concerned
With what there is to be learned
They got Burton suits, ha you think it's funny
Turning rebellion into money

All over people changing their votes
Along with their overcoats
If Adolf Hitler flew in today
They'd send a limousine anyway

I'm the all night drug-prowling wolf
Who looks so sick in the sun
I'm the white man in the Palais
Just lookin' for fun

I'm only
Looking for fun

[Incendiarism]

The World/Inferno Friendship Society - We Will Never Run Into One Another on Trains

we will never run
into one another on trains
there will be no chance meetings,
we'll miss each other by minutes.
the habits and parties which brought us together
avoided, grown over, and left.
we will never run into one another on trains.

i wrote you a note saying i was leaving and I left.
it's all yours or mine now
we might never meet again, you know-
it might just never happen.
we might never meet again, you know-
it might just never happen.
we will never run into one another on trains.

don't talk to ghosts
don't open the window for them
you don't slow your pace when you see them on the street
but if what they say about life after death being so sweet, about how sweet, how sweet it is...I miss you so, I miss you so.

looks like i'm losing my famous sense of humor
older than i look, younger by far than i feel,
and i feel fine as wine, duty free, aged, clear, pure and concealed.
Miss, tell me your name and where I have been
and where we are where are we now?
we will never run into one another on trains.

but if we do will i be dressed for the occasion?
this thought haunts me dressing or undressing mornings, it does.
Things that we play at are not us, i have not forgotten.

we might never meet again, you know-
it might just never happen.
we might never meet again, you know-
it might just never happen.
we will never run into one another on trains.
we will never run into one another on
trains.

[Jamal]

this is something I wrote last year...

The Revolution!

They dream of an abundant life
They know a dream surreal
They work hard from sunrise to sunset

Its cut them deep to the bones with a knife

They're numb, they cannot feel

They hope that someday they'll forget



They hope that someday they'll be introduced

As worth more than the products they produced

But still they're consumed like grain and used like tools

They live life in pain and die like fools



Where's that promised riot they should wage?

The only solution

What has happened to all that rage?

Where's the revolution!!



CHORUS

Why don't they rise

Why don't they fight

Why don't they bring back their right

Come together unite

Pull the trigger ignite

Spark the flames of the revolution alight

Raise the red flags up high tonight

The red star is shining so bright!



I see them breaking through the mist

All forming one iron fist

No ranks, no slaves and oh no kings

Revolution is the eagle, and they are its wings



Stripping fake branches off trees

Days they where craving to seize

When the last one falls legends bleed

For that's not the eternity they want to lead



Purifying their souls from sleeping seeds

Elevating their bodies from the sea of needs

And when the fire dies

Unmasked lies

Make utopian dreams

Ever closer to their eyes



Their compass points towards perfection

Lost souls still cry for attention

But dull voices can never be heard

In the beauty of a violet world



No frontiers! No dormant fears

No cold, dry, silent tears



CHORUS

Cuz they will rise

And they will fight

And they will bring back their rights

Come together united

Pull the trigger ignite

Spark the flames of the revolution alight

Raise the red flags up high tonight

The red star is shining so bright



Sisters and brothers

Today's soldiers, tomorrow's heroes

Comrades,

We're gathered here all as one

The revolution has just begun

Taking us from fens of pain

To a world of violet and red

To live the right, right the wrong

And lead the misled!

[CartCollector]

A whole bunch of songs by Depeche Mode:

Shame

Do you ever get that feeling
When the guilt begins to hurt?
Seeing all the children
Wallowing in dirt
Crying out with hunger
Crying out in pain
At least the dirt will wash off
When it starts to rain

Soap won't wash away your shame

Do you ever get the feeling
That something isn't right?
Seeing your brother's fist
Clenched ready for the fight
Soon the fighting turns to weapons
And the weapons turn to wounds
So the doctor's stitch and stitch and stitch
And stitch and stitch and stitch and stitch

Surgery won't improve your pain

It all seems so stupid
It makes me want to give up
But why should I give up
When it all seems so stupid?

Do you ever get the feeling
That something can't be done?
To eradicate these problems
And make the people one
Do you ever get that feeling
Something like a nagging itch?
And all the while the doctors stitch
And stitch and stitch and stitch and stitch

Hope alone won't remove the stains (for shame)

It all seems so stupid
It makes me want to five up
But why should I give up
When it all seems so stupid?



Everything Counts

The handshake
Seals the contract
From the contract
There's no turning back
The turning point
Of a career
In Korea, being insincere

The holiday
Was fun packed
The contract:
Still intact

The grabbing hands
Grab all they can
All for themselves
After all

It's a competitive world
Everything counts in large amounts

The graph
On the wall
Tells the story
Of it all
Picture it now
See just how
The lies and deceit
Gained a little more power

Confidence
Taken in
By a sun tan
And a grin

The grabbing hands
Grab all they can
All for themselves
After all

It's a competitive world
Everything counts in large amounts

The grabbing hands
Grab all they can
Everything counts in large amounts



Told You So

And do those feet in modern times
Walk upon the flowers and
Walk upon their brothers while their
Heads are busy lying low
Trying to keep to cover, oh

Something went wrong along the way
Everybody's waiting for judgment day
So they can go "Told you so"
They can go "Told you so"

Bring me my gun of itching desire
Bring me my bullets and I will fire
Sights set higher than the tall church spire

Something went wrong along the way
Everybody's waiting for judgment day
So they can go "Told you so"
They can go "Told you so"

Standing in line, the blind lead the blind
Waiting and waiting for an overdue sign
Brothers and sisters playing Chinese Whispers
If things aren't suited then they'll get diluted

Here's one more dead with a hole in his head
He shouldn't have said all the things he said
Many tears were shed for the blood he bled

Something went wrong along the way
Everybody's waiting for judgment day
So they can go "Told you so"
They can go "Told you so"



Work Hard

You've got to work hard, you've got to work hard
If you want anything at all
You've got to work hard, you've got to work hard
If you want anything at all

Nothing comes easy
And that's a fact
Nothing comes easy
But a broken back

You've got to work hard, you've got to work hard
You've got to work hard, you've got to work hard
You've got to work hard, you've got to work hard
You've got to work hard, you've got to work hard

You've got to work hard, you've got to work hard
If you want anything at all
You've got to work hard, you've got to work hard
If you want anything at all

Nothing comes easy
It never will
Nothing comes easy
But a broken will

You've got to work hard, you've got to work hard
You've got to work hard, you've got to work hard
You've got to work hard, you've got to work hard
You've got to work hard, you've got to work hard

You've got to work hard, you've got to work hard
If you want anything at all
You've got to work hard, you've got to work hard
If you want anything at all

You've got to work hard
You've got to work hard
You've got to work hard
So work hard!

[Fullmetal Anarchist]

The first song I really loved Greenday-The Grouch


I was a young boy that had big plans
Now I'm just another shitty old man
I don't have fun and I hate everything
The world owes me, so fuck you

Glory days don't mean shit to me
I drank a six pack of apathy
Life's a ***** and so am I
The world owes me, so fuck you

Wasted youth and a fistful of ideals
I had a young and optimisitic point of view
Wasted youth and a fistful of ideals
I had a young and optimisitic point of view

I've decomposed, and my gut's getting fat
Oh my god I'm turning out like my dad
I'm always rude, I've got a bad attitude
The world owes me, so fuck you

The wife's a nag and the kid's fucking up
I don't have sex 'cause i can't get it up
I'm just a grouch sitting on the couch
The world owes me, so fuck you

[Tyrlop]

Resolution der Kommunarden

1
In Erwägung unsrer Schwäche machtet
Ihr Gesetze, die uns knechten solln.
Die Gesetze seien künftig nicht beachtet
In Erwägung, daß wir nicht mehr Knecht sein wolln.
[Refrain:]
In Erwägung, daß ihr uns dann eben
Mit Gewehren und Kanonen droht
Haben wir beschlossen, nunmehr schlechtes Leben
Mehr zu fürchten als den Tod.
2
In Erwägung, daß wir hungrig bleiben
Wenn wir dulden, daß ihr uns bestehlt
Wollen wir mal feststelln, daß nur Fensterscheiben
Uns vom guten Brote trennen, das uns fehlt.
[Refrain...]
3
In Erwägung, daß da Häuser stehen
Während ihr uns ohne Bleibe laßt
Haben wir beschlossen, jetzt dort einzuziehen
Weil es uns in unsern Löchern nicht mehr paßt.
[Refrain...]
4
In Erwägung: es gibt zuviel Kohlen
Während es uns ohne Kohlen friert
Haben wir beschlossen, sie uns jetzt zu holen
In Erwägung, daß es uns dann warm sein wird.
[Refrain...]
5
In Erwägung: es will euch nicht glücken
Uns zu schaffen einen guten Lohn
Übernehmen wir jetzt selber die Fabriken
In Erwägung: ohne euch reicht's für uns schon.
[Refrain...]
6
In Erwägung, daß wir der Regierung
Was sie immer auch verspricht, nicht traun
Haben wir beschlossen, unter eigner Führung
Uns nunmehr ein gutes Leben aufzubaun.

In Erwägung: ihr hört auf Kanonen -
Andre Sprache könnt ihr nicht verstehn -
Müssen wir dann eben, ja, das wird sich lohnen
Die Kanonen auf euch drehn!
Translation:


Resolution by the Communards

Considering our weakness you made
Laws which should subjugate us.
In future be the laws not respected,
Considering that we don't want to be serf any more.
[Refrain:]
Considering that, then, you
Menace us with guns and cannons,
We decided that henceforth we fear
Bad life more than death.
2
Considering that we stay hungry
If we tolerate that you rob us,
So we want to put on record that only window panes
Separate us from the good bread that we are lacking.
[Refrain...]
3
Considering that here houses are standing,
While you leave us without a place to stay,
We decided to install us now there,
Because in our holes, it doesn't suit us any more.
[Refrain...]
4
Considering: there is too much coal,
While we are cold without coal,
We have decided to fetch it now for us,
Considering that then we will be warm.
[Refrain...]
5
Considering: you will not succeed
In establishing a good salary for us,
We ourselves now recover the factories,
Considering: without you it indeed suffices for us.
[Refrain...]
6
Considering that we don't trust
The government, whatever it promises,
We have decided to construct a beautiful life
Now under our own direction.

Considering: you pay attention to cannons -
Other languages you aren't able to understand -
Well, we must, yes, it will be worth while,
Turn the cannons on you!


Bertolt Brecht

[Stand Your Ground]

Story of the Year - Welcome To Our New War

We fall to our knees raise our hands toward the sky
Bow to the powerful without asking why we fill our glass with -
A false sense of pride the ruling class has forced us all to demand what they supply

Welcome to our new war
Where the rich sell their lies to the poor
We’re dying but we don’t know what for
Welcome to our new war

In a troubled time - in an age of fear
We place our trust - in the insincere
As the waiting minds - are misinformed
The ones in charge - are just adding to the score

The war profiteers watch as their numbers rise
Their private contracts push profits through the sky the rest will struggle -
Just to survive while special interest goes to those with the highest dollar sign

Welcome to our new war
Where the rich sell their lies to the poor
We’re dying but we don’t know what for
Welcome to our new war
Welcome to our new war
Welcome to our new war

Is this the price that we pay -
For living with our -
Eyes closed and backs against the wall at the top of the hill -
Where the powerful thrive there’s a strong disregard -
For this human life when the winds start to change
And the meek crowd the floor the sirens will sound
And at last they will scream no more no more
At last they will scream no more - no more - no more - no more - no more

No!

The power elites wear the thickest disguise
Setting the rules as the classes divide they keep their heartless -
Eyes on the prize and leave the masses with a lifetime of poverty and crime

Welcome to our new war
Where the rich sell their lies to the poor
We’re dying but we don’t know what for
Welcome to our new war

Welcome to our new war
Where the rich sell their lies to the poor
We’re dying but we don’t know what for
Welcome to our new war
To our new war
War!

[Die Rote Fahne]

Capitalism Stole my Virginity - The (International) Noise Conspiracy

Nowhere is untouched by the shame
Who said we could get by with our childhood games
Days of innocence are all long gone
Avoid the shock honey and try to live on

Woke up all paralyzed
All dreams corrupted in front of our eyes
Cause on every forehead of every little whore
There's a sign that says, 'baby don't come back no more'

Distasteful ugly and cheap
That is how you make me feel, I said
Capitalism stole my virginity
Capitalism stole, capitalism stole
Capitalism stole my virginity

Robbed out of our bleeding hearts
Smashed our illusions, tore them all apart
Now we are unsentimental and unafraid
To destroy this culture that we hate

Sort of tired of being nothing
When, when we should be everything
On every forehead of every little whore
There's a sign that says, 'baby we're all born to die'

Distasteful ugly and cheap
That is how you make me feel, I said
Capitalism stole my virginity
Capitalism stole, capitalism stole
Capitalism stole - yeah

We are all sluts, cheap products
In someone else's notebook
We are all sluts, cheap products
In someone else's notebook
We are all sluts, cheap products
In someone else's notebook
We are all sluts, cheap products
In someone else's notebook

Distasteful ugly and cheap
That is how you make me feel, I said
Capitalism stole my virginity
Capitalism stole, capitalism stole
Capitalism stole my virginity, oh
Capitalism stole, capitalism stole
Capitalism stole my virginity, oh yeah
Capitalism stole, capitalism stole
Capitalism stole my virginity, oh

[Lord Marshall Draq]

a little something im in the process of writing, its nowhere near done. looking for feedback:

Everyday you drive back to what is left of your home
everyday you drive back to the everyday work zone
barely making enough to pay all the bills
and the fucking old men up on capital hill
its amazing the flag still has fifty stars
instead of fifty fascist crosses all with bent arms

what happened the the fighter
guerrillas and urban tigers
where the hell is the fuse, where'd i put the lighter
what happened to the truth exposing all the liars
what happened to the people holding all the power

you dont have to look long and hard to see the class gap
like the grand canyon, its easy to find if you aint got a map
and like an oni from the darkest level of japanese hell
the fed have us ________________________ pretty well

[brigadista]

now we have the new tory regime...

THE ETON RIFLES


Sup up your beer and collect your fags -
There's a row going on down near Slough.
Get out your mat and pray to the West.
I'll get out mine and pray for myself.

Thought you were smart when you took them on,
But you didn't take a peep in their artillery room.
All that rugby puts hairs on your chest.
What chance have you got against a tie and a crest?

Hello-Hurrah - what a nice day for the Eton Rifles.
Hello-Hurrah - I hope rain stops play for the Eton Rifles.

Thought you were clever when you lit the fuse,
Tore down the house of commons in your brand new shoes,
Composed a revolutionary symphony,
Then went to bed with a charming young glee.

Hello-Hurrah - cheers then, mate. It's the Eton Rifles.
Hello-Hurrah - an extremist scrape with the Eton Rifles.

What a catalyst you turned out to be:
Loaded the guns, then you run off home for your tea -
Left me standing like a guilty schoolboy...

What a catalyst you turned out to be:
Loaded the guns, then you run off home for your tea -
Left me standing like a naughty schoolboy...

We came out of it naturally the worst:
Beaten and bloody, and I was sick down my shirt.
We were no match for their untamed wit,
Though some of the lads said they'd be back next week.

Hello-Hurrah - it's the price to pay to the Eton Rifles.
Hello-Hurrah - I'd prefer the plague to the Eton Rifles.

Hello-Hurrah - it's the price to pay to the Eton Rifles.
Hello-Hurrah - I'd prefer the plague to the Eton Rifles.

[Aloysius]

Long Term by Merchant Ships
What's the point in listening when your words are filled with lies, a spoken sense of burning down your bridges and your ties. Phone calls laced with memories of what will never be, the judge's voice is cold and clear, "no more family"
Buried in a graveyard, next to my childhood, it's just a place I visit because "it'll do me good". When I grow up, I will thank you and Dad for this, but I won't pretend I forgive you when you say "sorry, kids"
What's the point in listening when your words are filled with lies, a spoken sense of burning down your bridges and your ties. Phone calls laced with memories of what will never be, the voice of Death is cold and clear, "no more family"
We'll be buried in a graveyard, next to my childhood, the eulogy suggests that we once said "we could." Life is not about us, for you and Dad at least, so don't expect forgiveness when you say "we're sorry"
(We stand on our own, looking for a place to call our home)

[Theoneontheleft]

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
No, I aint gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
Well, I wake up in the morning
Fold my hands and pray for rain
I got a head full of ideas
That are drivin' me insane
It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
No, I aint gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
Well, he hands you a nickel
He hands you a dime
He asks you with a grin
If you're havin' a good time
Then he fines you every time you slam the door
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother more.

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
No, I aint gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
Well, he puts his cigar
Out in your face just for kicks
His bedroom window
It is made out of bricks
The National Guard stands around his door
Ah, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more.

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
Well, when she talks to all the servants
About man and God and law
Everybody says
She's the brains behind pa
She's sixty-eight, but she says she's fifty-four
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more.

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
I aint gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
Well, I try my best
To be just like I am
But everybody wants you
To be just like them
They say sing while you slave and I just get bored
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.

[Thirsty Crow]

Kreator - Progressive Proletarians

evidence, freedom total fake
media projection to enslave
subject of this system you became
object of derision total pain
constantly deny your misery
can¹t critizise a fact you cannot see
interference mindwar affairs
guaranteed existance of despair

defiant generation
total violent generation

servants modern day dictatorship
disabled too confused to get a grip
limited perception slavery
genius built to crush integrity
infertility of soulless lifes
defenceless to the visions of the mind
ghost of strategy alienation
exterminating powers of lifes passion

children of the future
got own paths to go
some will choose to follow
some refuse control
keep the faith in powers
of integrity
progressive proletarians
capitalist strongest enemy

Oh how I love this band :D

[nip]

[Intro Verse]
I don't know when my life changed
I can't remember when it got strange
I lock my doors and pull the shades
I spend my days and nights deranged
Fear

[Verse 1]
Talkin' to myself just the other day
I'm totally fuckin' paranoid and who is to blame?
Half the time I'm hiding, the other half I pray
I'm always fuckin' waiting for the judgment day

[Chorus]
Fear is big business. Fear is big business

[Verse 2]
Who the fuck's to blame for my mental disease
Pick out any country in the Middle East
But Oklahoma City happened right next to me
And don't forget Waco and the government siege

Fear Fear Fear Fear Fear Fear Fear is big business

[Verse 3]
Fear on the television always the same
Terrorists everywhere including my brain
I was never frightened of Saddam Hussein
The US government's the one to blame

[Chorus]
Fear is big business

Ministry- Fear (is big business)

[Ele'ill]

"You can't pull the plug on a catapult" -Aesop Rock

[nip]

Can you feel the pressure of life? (I can feel it)
You surviving through the mess and the strife? (I'm trying)
Do you feel that you're living a lie? (Goddamn)
Are you consumed by the passionate crime? (I am)
Become a rascal and a scandalous type
And I just can't take this anymore!

I can feel it
I can feel the pressures of this life!

Turn away don't show your face
Forget your future is lost

Consumed by rage, eyes full of hate
I pray for holocaust
God damned us all to hell to make us pay
Abandoned into immorality
I hate today, I hate your tomorrow
I hate the way that no soul seems
to fucking care no more

I can feel it
I can feel the pressures of this life

Live fast, die in a crash!
Live fast, die in a crash!

Ministry- Die in a crash
(such a happy song it always warms my heart)

[nip]

Let it rain a day, a week, a year
Let it rain a thousand years a day
That's the divine answer to all the shed tears
That's the cyclic Flood well known by those who know
One drop for every broken dream
and one for every conceived plan
Our seeds sown larger
Our roots will go deeper
Our trees will grow higher and now we wait the rain
Let cry the skies to cleanse the souls
Let fall the seas to wash the pain away
That's the final run to the New Age
That's the first step beyond the threshold of this world
One drop for every broken dream
and one for every conceived plan
Our seeds sown larger
Our roots will go deeper
Our trees will grow higher and now we call the rain
Here rings a warning
A day of wrath for all the days of war
A storm of fury
to calm the hunger left
Our seeds sown larger
Our roots will go deeper
Our trees will grow higher and now we bring the rain
Our seeds - larger
Our roots - deeper
Our trees - higher and we - stronger

[fa2991]

In my opinion the best written song of all time for its cutting satire:

She's bought a hat like Princess Marina's
To wear at all her social affairs
She wears it when she's cleaning the windows
She wears it when she's scrubbing the stairs
But you will never see her at Ascot
She can't afford the time or the fare
But she's bought a hat like Princess Marina's
So she don't care

He's bought a hat like Anthony Eden's
Because it makes him feel like a Lord
But he can't afford a Rolls or a Bentley
He has to buy a secondhand Ford
He tries to feed his wife and his family
And buy them clothes and shoes they can wear
But he's bought a hat like Anthony Eden's
So he don t care

Buddy can you spare me a dime
My wife is getting hungry
And the kids are crying
This poverty is hurting my pride
Buddy can you spare me, buddy can you spare me a dime

She's bought a hat like Princess Marina's
And her neighbors think it suits her a treat
But she hasn't any food in the larder
Nor has anybody else in the street
But to look at her you'd think she was wealthy
'Cos she smiles just like a real millionaire
'Cos she's bought a hat like Princess Marina's
So she don't care, she don't care, she don't care, she don't care

5DdlUJTycKo

[Fullmetal Anarchist]

Nazi Punks Fuck Off"

Punk ain't no religious cult
Punk means thinking for yourself
You ain't hardcore cos you spike your hair
When a jock still lives inside your head

Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Nazi punks-Fuck Off!

Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Nazi punks-Fuck Off!

If you've come to fight, get outa here
You ain't no better than the bouncers
We ain't trying to be police
When you ape the cops it ain't anarchy

[Repeat chorus]

Ten guys jump one, what a man
You fight each other, the police state wins
Stab your backs when you trash our halls
Trash a bank if you've got real balls

You still think swastikas look cool
The real nazis run your schools
They're coaches, businessmen and cops
In a real fourth reich you'll be the first to go

[Repeat chorus]

You'll be the first to go
You'll be the first to go
You'll be the first to go
Unless you think

[EvilRedGuy]

Industrial Love

Mechanical world
Numbers all around
Computer technology
That's what it is all about

Count the seconds
Count the time
All this makes no sense
All this counterfeit intelligence

Industrial love
Is turning our hearts into stone
Industrial love
Is keeping the mankind alone
Mankind as machine
Money buys technology
Everything steril and clean
Voltage-power-energy

Count the seconds
Count the time
All this makes no sense
All this counterfeit intelligence

Industrial love
Is turning our hearts into stone
Industrial love
Is keeping the mankind alone
Mankind as machine
Money buys technology
Everything steril and clean
Voltage-power-energy

[Invincible Summer]

Guilt Machine - Twisted Coil

Slide down into the silence
Numb the day away
Move closer to a memory
Feel it slip away

Your sun is smiling on my ashes
On this perfect day
(Shut down the guilt machine and wash your conscience clean of yesterday)

Drown the ocean
Drain the sky
Wash the color from the sun
Still the thunder
Derail the Earth
Burn the stars out one by one
...We come undone

Breathe deeply of your essence
Stir the scars beneath
Sing sweet a song so deathless
You belong to me
Life shivers in the distance
Wish it all away

Your sun is smiling on my ashes
On this perfect day
(Shut down the guilt machine and wash your conscience clean of yesterday)

Drown the ocean
Drain the sky
Wash the color from the sun
Still the thunder
Derail the Earth
Burn the stars out one by one
...We come undone

Accusations run astray
Inside the guilt machine
Turning tension's twisted coil
Till nothing's left of me
Words unspoken feed the lie
Smile and say you're doing fine today

Conversation makes no sense
All logic stripped away
Situation's out of hand
In amber disarray
Words unspoken feed the lie
Another pill... you're doing fine today

Did you dream distant skies
And thirst to roam and wander?
Did you die silently inside?
Did you think you'd find the answer
Behind the light?
Did you think you'd find a way
To disconnect your favourite pain?

Disengage and justify
To wash away the pain
Medicate and victimize
To purge you pure again
Words unspoken feed the lie
Drink it down... you're doing fine today

Something snaps at 4.05
One Friday afternoon
Turning tension's twisted coil
Till nothing's left of you
Words unspoken seal the lie
One small step... you'll soon be fine today

Did you dream distant skies
And thirst to roam and wander?
Did you die silently inside?
Did you think you'd find the answer
Behind the light?
Did you think you'd find a way
To disconnect your favourite pain?

Did you dream distant skies
And thirst to roam and wander?
Did you die silently inside?
Did you think you'd find the answer
Behind the light?
Did you think you'd find a way
To disconnect your favourite pain?

Life shivers in the distance
Wish it all away
Your sun is smiling on my ashes
On this perfect day
(Shut down the guilt machine and wash your conscience clean of yesterday)

Drown the ocean
Drain the sky
Wash the color from the sun
Still the thunder
Derail the Earth
Burn the stars out one by one

Drown the ocean
Drain the sky
Wash the color from the sun
Still the thunder
Derail the Earth
Burn the stars out one by one

[Communist]

.

.'Vincent (Starry Starry Night)' - Don McLean

(words and music by Don McLean)

Starry starry night
paint your palette blue and grey

look out on a summer's day
with eyes that know the
darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills
sketch the trees and the daffodils

catch the breeze and the winter chills

in colors on the snowy linen land.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me

how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they did not know how

perhaps they'll listen now.

Starry
starry night
flaming flo'rs that brightly blaze

swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in
Vincent's eyes of China blue.
Colors changing hue
morning fields of amber grain

weathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath the artist's
loving hand.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me

how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
perhaps they'll listen now.

For they could not love you
but still your love was true

and when no hope was left in sight on that starry
starry night.
You took your life
as lovers often do;
But I could have told you
Vincent
this world was never
meant for one
as beautiful as you.

Starry
starry night
portraits hung in empty halls

frameless heads on nameless walls
with eyes
that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the stranger that you've met

the ragged men in ragged clothes

the silver thorn of bloddy rose
lie crushed and broken
on the virgin snow.
And now I think I know what you tried to say to me

how you suffered for your sanity

how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they're not list'ning still
perhaps they never will.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dipFMJckZOM

.

[Lyev]

Idk if this has already been posted or something, but I have been listening to this album constantly at the mo.

Bob Dylan
Visions of Johanna

Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind

In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane
Louise, she's all right, she's just near
She's delicate and seems like the mirror
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna's not here
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place

Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall
How can I explain?
Oh, it's so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn

Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze
I can't find my knees"
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel

The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him
Sayin', "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him"
But like Louise always says
"Ya can't look at much, can ya man?"
As she, herself, prepares for him
And Madonna, she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain

[Theoneontheleft]

Pre>
D g c d
Oh I marched to the battle of new orleans
G c d
At the end of the early british war
Gc
The young land started growing
G
The young blood started flowing
C am d
But I ain't marchin' anymore


For I've killed my share of indians
In a thousand different fights
I was there at the little big horn
I heard many men lying
I saw many more dying
But I ain't marchin' anymore


C g
It's always the old to lead us to the war
C am d
It's always the young to fall
Now look at all we've won with the sabre and the gun
Tell me is it worth it all


For I stole california from the mexican land
Fought in the bloody civil war
Yes I even killed my brother
And so many others
And I ain't marchin' anymore


For I marched to the battles of the german trench
In a war that was bound to end all wars
Oh I must have killed a million men
And now they want me back again
But I ain't marchin' anymore


(chorus)


For I flew the final mission in the japanese sky
Set off the mighty mushroom roar
When I saw the cities burning
I knew that I was learning
That I ain't marchin' anymore


Now the labor leader's screamin' when they close the missile plants,
United fruit screams at the cuban shore,
Call it "peace" or call it "treason,"
Call it "love" or call it "reason,"
But I ain't marchin' any more.



There seems to be a variety of opinions about the chords for this song. since I am not able to judge which is right, I will simply present all of them.


The first set of chords were provided by dave miller:


D g c d
Oh I marched to the battle of new orleans
G c d
At the end of the early british war
G c
The young land started growing
G
The young blood started flowing
C am d
But I ain't marchin' anymore


C g
It's always the old to lead us to the war
C am d
It's always the young to fall



Jeffrey shallit tells me that these are the correct chords:
Dg c c/bd/a
Oh I marched to the battle of new orleans
G c c/bd/a
At the end of the early british war
G c
The young land started growing
F em
The young blood started flowing
Am c d
But I ain't marchin' anymore


Am g
It's always the old to lead us to the war
C em a
It's always the young to fall
C em
Now look at all we've won with the sabre and the gun
Am c d
Tell me is it worth it all


Simultaneously, I got a message from james barnett giving these chords:
G c d
Oh I marched to the battle of new orleans
G c d
At the end of the early british war
Gc am
A young land started growing
F em
The young blood started flowing
Am d
But I ain't marchin' anymore


C g
It's always the old to lead us to the war
C em a
Always the young to fall
C bm em
Now look at all we've won with the sabre and the gun
C am d
Tell me was it worth it all


/pre>




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[Fulanito de Tal]

Cultura Profetica Cancion Despojo Lyrics:
Ey, si te crees que es broma, pues coje, toma Ando
empuñando mi bolígrafo por esta zona
Y si te asomas verás como hay de sobra
Canciones y obras que valen más de lo que
cobran Y más vale Que entiendas y aprendas
A no apoyar tu seguridad en tus prendas Porque si
todo lo pierdes Entonces con que te quedas Si todo
lo que tienes es Solo adornos, que pena De veras
que triste suena como condena Que tú bases
la vida en solo mierda material Nada especial se
puede comprar Como dice el principito: "Lo
esencial es invisible a los ojos" Por eso
canto un coro como despojo Tratando de sacarme
todo Eso a que estamos acostumbrados A ser fichas
del ajedrez ciudadano.

Hay que sacarlo todo limpio y fresco Una
canción despojo te ofrezco Pues no hay
pretexto Para no hacer el intento Cambiar tu vida
de contexto

Y es que yo no voy con la vida social,
lotería Amparados a la suerte cada
día Allí abajo en el puro rostro del
trabajo Hay arrugas de cansancio Pero sigue dando
el tajo Porque es caro, vivir este momento es caro
Y claro, con el crédito Todo el mundo
histérico Teniéndolo todo más
debiéndolo todo Y está ya to'
gastau' antes que Llegue el día de cobro Ni
modo, hay que andarse de codos Hay que andarse
negando favores Se pierden valores Se pierde el
"te ayudo mi hermano" Pues sólo
trabajo pa' pagar Y darme el lujo de gastar en
más esclavitud, Más trabajo,
difícilmente encajo aquí Me resulta
francamente absurdo estar viviendo así No
es pa' mi esta vida rutinaria No quiero que rija
mi vida mi situación bancaria
Situación precaria me presagia Vida agria y
no es mi área Soy fanfarria y
alegría Aunque a veces se me olvida Pero
pongo siempre resistencia Y mi pasión no se
arrodilla Alzo el bembe e' abajo y la barbilla Pa'
reafirmar que estar jodío no me humilla No
me baja, no me frena y no me quita La habilidad de
cantar lo que me agita Porque...

Hay que sacarlo todo limpio y fresco Una
canción despojo te ofrezco Pues no hay
[ Find more Lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.org/Gbs ]
pretexto Para no hacer el intento Cambiar tu vida
de contexto.

So, entre el trajín del diario vivir Y los
problemas Olvidamos que somos humanos Y que en las
venas corre sangre Que este sistema es demasiau'
de grande Donde muchos se hacen ricos Y otros se
mueren de hambre Y la rutina de tu vida se apodera
Se contaminan las pupilas con ceguera Se nos
ocultan las historias verdaderas A conveniencia
del sistema las escuelas Libertad de
expresión con la lengua amordazada Pues los
medios nos mantienen La conciencia anestesiada
Editando las noticias ¿quién les
discute? Por eso no conviene que el pueblo se
eduque

Por eso digo que... Hay que sacarlo todo limpio y
fresco Una canción despojo te ofrezco Pues
no hay pretexto Para no hacer el intento Cambiar
tu vida de contexto...

Cambia tu vida, bota esa mala vibra En tu dieta
es necesaria mi rima Que es pura fibra No te
confundas al vacilón yo no me opongo Pero
el exceso te tiene los sesos Lleno e' hongo Y no
es que quiera (yo!) guillarme del más serio
Pero has tomau' la ruta vía expreso El
cementerio en una guerra mental La que vivimos hoy
en día La realidad está en tu cara
Pero todavía no la ves Preguntas por
qué tienes estrés Por qué
visitas al psiquiatra una vez al mes Por
qué caminas como un "zombie"
Siempre medicau' Por qué dependes de
pastillas y siempre pelau' Te amamantaron con
cupones Y ahora nadie doble el lomo Y
quizás terminas en Irak repartiendo plomo
Yo mientras tanto me controlo con balance De
tripas hago corazones, con lo que me alcance Pues
es cuesta arriba Como luchar contra el
cáncer Pero ready pa' sacarla 'el Parque
cuando llegue el chance El futuro se ve oscuro por
eso siempre sonrío Y suelo ser optimista
pues el límite es el cielo Desde donde me
bendicen mi hermana, tía y abuelo Y voy pa'
lante tranquilo y paciente Apuntando a las
estrellas Como el mismo Clemente Desde borinquen
sacudimos el planeta Cuando el gran Carlos Arroyo
Sacudió su camiseta En frente de aquellos
que nos pusieron De inferiores y ese mismo
día Cogieron lo de ellos.

Hay que sacarlo todo limpio y fresco Una
canción despojo te ofrezco Pues no hay
pretexto Para no hacer el intento Cambiar tu vida
de contexto. Hay que sacarlo todo limpio y fresco
Te ofrezco este texto travieso, mi verso Pa' ver
si tu bregas con eso Mira que pa'sacarlo todo
limpio y fresco No toma tanto esfuerzo Así
de fácil de lo presento Cambiar tu vida de
contexto.

Translated by google


Hey, if you think you kidding, it fucks, takes Ando
wielding my pen in this area
And if you look out you will see that there's plenty
Songs and plays that are worth more than
And you better come to understand and learn
Not to support your security in your clothes because if
Then you lose everything that you stay If all
what you have is only ornaments that really worth
how sad you sound like condemnation bases
life in just shit Nothing special material
can be purchased as the prince said: "What
essential is invisible to the eye "So
sing a chorus like trying to get me stripping
That's all we are accustomed to being signed
chess citizen.

You have to get it all clean and fresh A
stripping song Well I offer no
excuse for not making the attempt to change your life
context

And I'm not going to social life
Covered to the lucky lottery each
days down there in the pure face
There are wrinkles work tired but continues
Because the pit is expensive, is expensive to live this moment
And of course, with credit Everybody
Having it all the more hysterical
debiéndolo all and is already to '
Gastau 'before Arrives payday Ni
So, there you must elbows beating beating
favors denying values are lost is lost
"I helped my brother," For only
Working pa 'pay and afford to spend on
more slavery, more work
I find it hard to fit in here
frankly absurd to be living and not
is pa 'that my routine life I do not want to govern
my life my banking situation
Life precarious situation portends me sour
I am not my area fanfare
joy But sometimes I forget But
resistance always put my passion and not
I raise the Bembe and kneel 'down and chin Pa'
reaffirm to be fucked humiliated me no no
me down, I braked and I do not lose the ability
sing what stirs me because ...

You have to get it all clean and fresh A
stripping song Well I offer no
[Find more Lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.org/Gbs ]
excuse for not making the attempt to change your life
context.

So, between the bustle of everyday life and the
We forget that we are human problems and that in
blood veins That this system is demasiau '
Where many big get rich and others
starving and the routine of your life takes over
Pupils are contaminated with blindness We
To conceal the true stories convenience
school system Freedom
language expression gagged As the
The media keeps us anesthetized conscience
News editing who will
Fights? Why should not the people
educate

So I say that ... You have to get it all clean
A cool song So I offer dispossession
there is no excuse for not making the attempt Change
your life in context ...

Change your life, throw the bad vibes in your diet
is necessary in my rhyme That is pure fiber will not
confuse the vacilón But I do not object
I have too much brains Full e 'fungus, not
that I want (me!) Guillarme the most serious
But you tomau 'The expressway route
mental war cemetery in which we live today
to day reality in your face
But I still do not see Enquiries
Why do you stress
psychiatrist visits once a month for
do you walk like a "zombie"
Medicau always' Why you depend on
pelau pills and always' I breastfed with
And now nobody double coupons back and
Iraq may end up handing Lead
Me while I balance control with
I heart guts, making me reach Well
As is uphill fight
But cancer ready pa 'remove' Park
when the chance The future looks dark
So I always smile and are often optimistic
because the limit is the sky From where I
bless my sister, aunt and grandfather and I'm going
Lante calm and patient Pointing at
stars as Clement himself from borinquen
shake the earth When the great Carlos Arroyo
He shook his shirt in front of those
we got from the same lower and
They took it from them days.

You have to get it all clean and fresh A
stripping song Well I offer no
excuse for not making the attempt to change your life
context. You have to get it all clean and fresh
I offer this text naughty, my verse Pa 'see
if you deal with it all pa'sacarlo Mira
clean and fresh does not take much effort so
I offer easy to change your life
context.

Link to the song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zmGptP6xFJQ

Edit: After reading the google translation, I realized that a human translation is needed. I will translate it when I have the time.

sooooooo good

[Theoneontheleft]

I was a highwayman. Along the coach roads I did ride
With sword and pistol by my side
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade
Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade
The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-five
But I am still alive.

I was a sailor. I was born upon the tide
And with the sea I did abide.
I sailed a schooner round the Horn to Mexico
I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow
And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed
But I am living still.

I was a dam builder across the river deep and wide
Where steel and water did collide
A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado
I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below
They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound
But I am still around..I'll always be around..and around and around and
around and around

I fly a starship across the Universe divide
And when I reach the other side
I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can
Perhaps I may become a highwayman again
Or I may simply be a single drop of rain
But I will remain
And I'll be back again, and again and again and again and again..


Source:http://www.lyricsdomain.com/10/johnny_cash/highwayman.html

[Vladimir Innit Lenin]

One line, from one song.

Frank Turner: "Our culture is carrion and we're all vultures." From Once We Were Anarchists.

Quality.:D

[Theoneontheleft]

I just want to be free
I just want to be free
I want to be free of all the hurt
Free of all the pain
I want to just end these lonely hours
End these lonely days
I just want to be free
I just want to be free
I just want to be free
I just want to be free

©1970 James William Guercio Enterprises, Inc.


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[01010101010101]

Can we unite a sacred lesson
Every child creates a skylight of beauty
Can you hear cathedrals fallin'
All the universe is callin'
Cry a single chello from your heart
Since the world has lost her way
Loneliness, journey, endlessly
Yet the promised chance remains
Gift of what could be

So let the children remember the sun
Let them dance, let them soar
For their lives have begun
Let the children engender the rain
As the river runs through fields
Forever subsiding their pain
Prayer

Every voice along the shoreline
Standing still within time
Spinnin' on resolved, the walkin'
As each season passes
Through wonderland, through lookin' glasses
You see your garden shines, because you
Gentle flower don't fade away
Sweet innocence still harbors thee
In the faith of golden dreams
Where one love lives eternally

So let the children remember the sun
Let them dance, let them soar
For their lives have begun
Let the children engender the rain
As the river runs through fields
Forever subsiding their pain


Celine Dion -The Prayer

[Theoneontheleft]

Part I

Are you optimistic 'bout the way things are going?
No, I never ever think of it at all

Don't you ever worry
When you see what's going down?

No, I try to mind my business, that is, no business at all

When it's time to function as a feeling human being
Will your Bachelor of Arts help you get by?

I hope to study further, a few more years or so
I also hope to keep a steady high

Will you try to change things
Use the power that you have, the power of a million new ideas?

What is this power you speak of and this need for things to change?
I always thought that everything was fine

Don't you feel repression just closing in around?
No, the campus here is very, very free

Don't it make you angry the way war is dragging on?
Well, I hope the President knows what he's into, I don't know

Don't you ever see the starvation in the city where you live
All the needless hunger all the needless pain?

I haven't been there lately, the country is so fine
But my neighbors don't seem hungry 'cause they haven't got the time

Thank you for the talk, you know you really eased my mind
I was troubled by the shapes of things to come

Well, if you had my outlook your feelings would be numb
You'd always think that everything was fine

Part II

We can make it happen
We can change the world now
We can save the children
We can make it better
We can make it happen
We can save the children
We can make it happen




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[WeAreReborn]

I swear that someday
I'll tell you without lieing
I was born to quit smoking
I was born to quit dieing
on that day, not doing heroin
will be easy as piss and on that day
I'll stop talking so much shit about the government

'Cause urine speaks louder than words
on a politician
or on a prison warden
urine speaks louder than words

I swear that today
I was born to be living!
I was born to be singing!
I was born to be fighting
but will somebody say
is this resistance or a costume party?
either way i think black with bandanas is a boring theme
I don't gotta tell ya
crackers are great with amnesia
when you wanna forget something like
centuries of racism
they say look at the man on
center stage and pay no attention
while millions get locked in a cage
riots break out in Oakland

urine speaks louder than words
on a prison warden
or on a Bart policeman
urine speaks louder than words

Wingnut Dishwasher's Union-Urine Speaks Louder Than Words

[Theoneontheleft]

I, I will be king
And you, you will be queen
Though nothing will drive them away
We can beat them, just for one day
We can be heroes, just for one day

And you, you can be mean
And I, I'll drink all the time
'Cause we're lovers, and that is a fact
Yes we're lovers, and that is that

Though nothing, will keep us together
We could steal time, just for one day
We can be heroes, for ever and ever
What d'you say?

I, I wish you could swim
Like the dolphins, like dolphins can swim
Though nothing, nothing will keep us together
We can beat them, for ever and ever
Oh we can be heroes, just for one day

I, I won't be king
And you, you won't be queen
Though nothing will drive them away
We can be heroes, just for one day
We can be us, just for one day

I, I can remember (I remember)
Standing, by the wall (by the wall)
And the guns, shot above our heads (over our heads)
And we kissed, as though nothing could fall (nothing could fall)
And the shame, was on the other side
Oh we can beat them, for ever and ever
Then we could be heroes, just for one day

We can be heroes
We can be heroes
We can be heroes
Just for one day
We can be heroes

We're nothing, and nothing will help us
Maybe we're lying, then you better not stay
But we could be safer, just for one day



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[sunfarstar]

【heal the world】　　　michael jackson

there's a place in your heart
and i know that it is love
and this place could be much
brighter than tomorrow
and if you really try
you'll find there's no need to cry
in this place you'll feel
there's no hurt or sorrow
there are ways to get there
if you care enough for the living
make a little space
make a better place ...
heal the world
make it a better place
for you and for me
and the entire human race
there are people dying
if you care enough for the living
make it a better place
for you and for me
if you want to know why
there's love that cannot lie
love is strong
it only cares of joyful giving
if we try we shall see
in this bliss we cannot feel
fear od dread
we stop existing and start living
the it feels that always
love's enough for us growing
so make a better world
make a better place ...
heal the world
make it a better place
for you and for me
and the entire human race
there are people dying
if you care enough for the living
make a better place for you and for me
and the dream we were conceived in
will reveal a joyful face
and the world we once believed in
will shine again in grace
then why do we keep strangling life
wound this earth, crucify its soul
though it's plain to see
this world is heavenly
be god's glow
we could fly so high
let our spirits never die
in my heart i feel you are all my brothers
create a world with no fear
together we cry happy tears
see the nations turn their swords into plowshares
we could really get there
if you cared enough for the living
make a little space
to make a better place ...

[Theoneontheleft]

This song was written by Brian Wilson & Tony Asher for "Pet Sounds" in 1966. Apparently at the insistence of Mike Love, some of the lyrics were amended, and the released version was retitled "I know there's an answer". When "Pet Sounds" was released on compact disc for the first time in 1987 the original recording was included as a bonus track. All subsequent releases of "Pet Sounds" have also included this version.


I know so many people who think they can do it alone
They isolate their heads and stay in their saftey zones

Now what can you tell them
And what can you say that won't make them defensive

Hang on to your ego
Hang on, but I know that you're gonna lose the fight

They come on like their peaceful
But inside they're so uptight
They trip through the day
And waste all their thoughts at night

Now how can I say it
And how can I come on
When I know I'm guilty

Hang on to your ego
Hang on, but I know that you're gonna lose the fight

Now how can I say it
And how can I come on
When I know I'm guilty

So hang on to your ego
Hang on, but I know that you're gonna lose the fight



Lyrics Retrieved From:http://www.lyrics007.com/Beach%20Boys%20Lyrics/Hang%20On%20To%20Your%20Ego%20Lyrics.html

[4 Leaf Clover]

Jefferson Airplane - White Rabbit

One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall

And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
Call Alice
When she was just small

When men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving slow
Go ask Alice
I think she'll know

When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's "off with her head!"
Remember what the dormouse said;
Feed your head

[Theoneontheleft]

I remember being richer than a king
The minutes of the day were golden
I recall that when the joint passed round
My body felt a little colder
But now I'm like a sewer channel - running lime and scag
Let me get at the master panel - let me at my stack

The sea refuses no river
And right now this river's banks are blown
The sea refuses no river
Whether stinking and rank
Or red from the tank
Whether pure as a spring
There's no damned thing stops the poem
The sea refuses no river
And this river is homeward flowing

I have seen a trace of strain
In other's eyes not spoken
I must admit that I enjoyed their pain
But this time it's me that's broken
I demand for you and His
This must be the time
When we decide what freedom is
Turn water into wine

For the sea refuses no river
We're polluted now but in our hearts still clean
The sea refuses no river
We tried not to age
But time had it's rage
We're washed over stones
From babes into clones of the mean
The sea won't refuse this muddy river
Nor deny the sulfurous stream

There was a fool in a dressing robe
Riding out the twilight hour
Lonely and cold in an empty home
Trying to assess his power
But now he's like a stream in flood
Swollen by the storm
He doesn't care if he sheds his blood
Let him be reborn

For the sea refuses no river
Remember that when the beggar buys a round
The sea refuses no river
And rain fills the gutters
No time for stutters
This is our chance
To sing and to dance and to clown
The sea refuses no river
And rivers were sprung to drown

The sea refuses no river
No pecking code respected for the damned
The sea refuses no river
Whether starving or ill
Or strung on some pill
Just 'cos you own the land
There's no unique hand plugs the dam
The sea refuses no river
And the river is where I am

The river is where I am.


Sources:

http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/The-Sea-Refuses-No-River-lyrics-Pete-Townshend/35D4FFCFE5519E8148256E7E0010D4F8

http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/p/pete_townshend/the_sea_refuses_no_river.html

[kitsune]

Maaya Sakamoto - Gravity

Been a long road to follow
Been there and gone tomorrow
Without saying goodbye to yesterday
Are the memories I hold still valid?
Or have the tears deluded them?

Maybe this time tomorrow
The rain will cease to follow
And the mist will fade into one more today
Something somewhere out there keeps calling

Am I going home?
Will I hear someone
Singing solace to the silent moon?
Zero gravity, what's it like?

Am I alone?

Is somebody there beyond these heavy aching feet?
Still the road keeps on telling me to go on
Something is pulling me
I feel the gravity of it all

[Communist]

.
.'Soon' - Yes

(words and music by Yes)

Soon oh soon the light
Pass within and soothe this endless night
And wait here for you
Our reason to be here

Soon oh soon the time
All we move to gain will reach and calm
Our heart is open
Our reason to be here

Long ago, set into rhyme

Soon oh soon the light
Ours to shape for all time, ours the right
The sun will lead us
Our reason to be here
The sun will lead us
Our reason to be here

TLRKuS1AdXg

[Theoneontheleft]

I looked out this morning and the sun was gone
Turned on some music to start my day
I lost myself in a familiar song
I closed my eyes and I slipped away

It's more than a feeling
(More than a feeling)
When I hear that old song they used to play
(More than a feeling)
I begin dreaming
(More than a feeling)
'Til I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walkin' away

So many people have come and gone
Their faces fade as the years go by
Yet I still recall as I wander on
As clear as the sun in the summer sky

It's more than a feeling
(More than a feeling)
When I hear that old song they used to play
(More than a feeling)
I begin dreaming
(More than a feeling)
'Til I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walkin' away

When I'm tired and thinking cold
I hide in my music, forget the day
And dream of a girl I used to know
I closed my eyes and she slipped away
She slipped away

It's more than a feeling
(More than a feeling)
When I hear that old song they used to play
(More than a feeling)
I begin dreaming
(More than a feeling)
'Til I see Marianne walk away


Source:http://www.lyricsfreak.com/b/boston/more+than+a+feeling_20023066.html

[kitsune]

Chara - Milk

We're good kids, all of us.

Me, I'm a cat
Even when I cry they won't give me anything but milk--
I lay down all alone--it wasn't that anyone threw me out
And abandoned me along the road
It's selfish of me, just going on like this, so
I won't say anything
Hush. Hush. Hold me
In a world without mirrors
In a world without mirrors

Ever since you said that just passing the time quietly
Was the same as solitude or loneliness...
"Maybe I'm just sick of it, maybe I'm confused
I don't have the will to... I'm sorry"
This one standing before you,
Please don't hate me
Let me stay the night
Hush and hold me. Fragile things,
You hate them. You hate them. You can't love them
Hush. Hush.

Throw me out along the road and you'll break me--
In a world without mirrors
In a world without mirrors
Without mirrors--
Silently hold me, this fragile thing
Hush. Hush. I can't hear
Please understand. Please understand.

Hold this fragile thing
In a world without mirrors
Hold me. Hold me. This fragile thing
Hush. Hush. I can't hear
Please understand. Please understand. This fragile thing
Hold me. In a world without mirrors.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d3lKBH17DFY

[Property Is Robbery]

Proudhon in Manhattan by Wingnut Dishwashers Union I stick tape in the holes in my shoes I stick my tongue in the holes in my teeth I stick expletives in the holes in my thought process when I speak My friends stick to their guns they got a bunch in the woods of Vermont 'till the end times come but Saturn, says he's gonna learn to live as if the world wasn't gonna end and i admire his strength today I'm gonna do my best to drink coffee in the morning and live as if i didn't feel lonely and hopeless and helpless to save myself for the world where i live and tonight, when i dream it will be that the junkies spent all the drug money on community gardens and collective housing and the punk kids who moved in the ghetto have started meeting their neighbors besides the angry ones with the yards, that their friends and their dogs have been puking and shitting on and the anarchists have started filling potholes, collecting garbage to prove we don't need governments to do these things and i'll wake up, burning time's square as we sing "Throw your hands in the air 'cause property is robbery!"

[Theoneontheleft]

If you see something that looks like a star
and it's shooting up out of the ground
and your head is spinning from a loud guitar.And you just can't escape from the sound
don't worry too much, it'll happen to you
We were children once, playing with toys.And the thing that you're hearing is only the sound
of the low spark of high-heeled boys.The percentage you're paying is too high priced
while you're living beyond all your means.And the man in the suit has just bought a new carfrom the profit he's made on your dreams.But today you just swear that the man was shot dead
by a gun that didn't make any noise.But it wasn't the bullet that laid him to rest
was the low spark of high-heeled boys.If you had just a minute to breathe
and they granted you one final wishwould you ask for something, like another chance.Or something similar as thisdon't worry too much, it'll happen to you
as sure as your sorrows are joys.And the thing that disturbs you is only the sound
of the low spark of high-heeled boys.The percentage you're paying is too high pricedwhile you're living beyond all your meansand the man in the suit has just bought a new carfrom the profit he's made on your dreams
But today you just swear that the man was shot dead
by a gun that didn't make any noise
But it wasn't the bullet that laid him to rest
was the low spark of high-heeled boys....high-heeled boys.If I gave you everything that I own
and asked for nothing in return
Would you do the same for me, as I would for you?Or take me for a rideand strip me of everything, including my pride
But spirit is something that no one destroys
And the sound that I'm hearing is only the soundof the low spark of high-heeled boys.

Source:
http://www.lyricsbox.com/traffic-lyrics-low-spark-of-high-heeled-boys-p8692rm.html

[Manic Impressive]

The day the Nazis died - Chumbawamba

We're told that after the war
The Nazis vanished without a trace
But battalions of fascists
Still dream of a master race

The history books they tell
Of their defeat in '45
But they all came out of the woodwork
On the day the Nazi died

They say the prisoner at Spandau
Was a symbol of defeat
Whilst Hess remained imprisoned
And the fascists; they were beat

So the promise of an Aryan world
Would never materialize
So why did they all come out of the woodwork
On the day the Nazi died

The world is riddled with maggots
The maggots are getting fat
They're making a tasty meal of all
The bosses and bureaucrats

They're taking over the boardrooms
And they're fat and full of pride
And they all came out of the woodwork
On the day the Nazi died

So if you meet with these historians
I'll tell you what to say
Tell them that the Nazis
Never really went away

They're out there burning houses down
And peddling racist lies

And we'll never rest again...
Until every Nazi dies...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jX9YgAlmugk

Farewell to the crown - Chumbawamba

Poacher come with his poacher's gun
Out in the woods to shoot someone
"My lord your time has come"
Right between the eyes!
Fell his master not by chance
Away with pomp and circumstance
Come join our merry dance
To the rhythm of goodbye
(Chorus)
Farewell the jewel crown
Farewell the velvet gown
Watch it all come tumbling down
Goodbye to the crown
Goodbye to the crown
Goodbye to the King of Nothing, really
Wave of a hand, not a life of Riley


Part Nazi, part King Billy
Goodbye to the crown
Goodbye to the dear old mum
Mummified on gin and rum
Smile and wave and just play dumb
Goodbye to the crown
(Repeat chorus)
Goodbye to the media whore
And all the pious work for the poor
And all the faces that she wore
Goodbye to the crown
Goodbye to the royal We
And all its famous pedigree
Let's put this dog to sleep
Goodbye to the crown
(Repeat chorus)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4XmNNb63TVo

[Theoneontheleft]

This is a public service announcement
With guitar
Know your rights all three of them

Number 1
You have the right not to be killed
Murder is a CRIME!
Unless it was done by a
Policeman or aristocrat
Know your rights

And Number 2
You have the right to food money
Providing of course you
Don't mind a little
Investigation, humiliation
And if you cross your fingers
Rehabilitation

Know your rights
These are your rights
Wang

Know these rights

Number 3
You have the right to free
Speech as long as you're not
Dumb enough to actually try it.

Know your rights
These are your rights
All three of 'em
It has been suggested
In some quarters that this is not enough!
Well..............................

Get off the streets
Get off the streets
Run
You don't have a home to go to
Smush

Finally then I will read you your rights

You have the right to remain silent
You are warned that anything you say
Can and will be taken down
And used as evidence against you

Listen to this
Run


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[kitsune]

Shakalabbits - Can't Escape The Chocolate Syrup (http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x39wjg_shakalabbits-cant-escape-the-chocol)

Am I the only one?
An old tree and a lonesome snow and clouds, I see
I heard a cute bird call
Haven't heard in years and saw a light off a window.

There was no sound, I could relax a while
It was perfect, just can't bend my knee
But people are always repeating mistakes
Like a running mop, images are in my head

Am I the only one?
A mountain and a lonesome wind and moon, I see
I heard a happy leaf
Haven't heard in years and saw a warm greeting ground

There was no sound, I could relax a while
It was perfect, just can't bend my knee
But people are always repeating mistakes
Like a running mop, images are in my head

Fell in chocolate syrup
So sweet they could breathe good but
So bitter their cuts could open, everyone
Fell in chocolate syrup
Hatred of man fell deep into the grime
Wishing the syrup could rot away

Look! The tree got angry and broke
Nature's radar is fierce and bad (watch out)!
Look! The tree got mad and fell down
With this sound imagine for a while
A beautiful seven seas of the world.

There was no sound, I could relax a while
It was perfect, just can't bend my knee
But people are always repeating mistakes
Like a running mop, images are in my head

Fell in chocolate syrup
So sweet they could breathe good but
So bitter their cuts could open, everyone
Fell in chocolate syrup
Hatred of man fell deep into the grime
Wishing the syrup could rot away

Am I the only one?
An old tree and a lonesome snow and clouds, I see
I heard a cute bird call
Haven't heard in years and saw a light off a window

[Theoneontheleft]

Shapes of things before my eyes,
Just teach me to despise.
Will time make men more wise?
Here within my lonely frame,
my eyes just heard my brain.
But will it seem the same?

(Come Tomorrow) Will I be older?
(Come Tomorrow) May be a soldier.
(Come Tomorrow) May I be bolder than today?

Now the trees are almost green.
But will they still be seen?
When time and tide have been.
Fall into your passing hands.
Please don't destroy these lands.
Don't make them desert sands.

Chorus, Lead.

Soon I hope that I will find,
Thoughts deep within my mind.
That won't displace my kind



Source:http://www.lyrics007.com/Yardbirds%20Lyrics/Shapes%20Of%20Things%20Lyrics.html

[ÑóẊîöʼn]

Deicide - Blame It On God

God is the reason we live in dismay
It is his will that this world's suffering
If we do not believe what you foretell
We can expect afterlife will be hell

You are the one who killed his own son
We are the ones you're blaming it on
Lust was created beginning with hymn
When we indulge we are guilty of sin
Torture our lives with confusion and lies
Mass contradiction, religious facades

BLAME IT ON GOD
BLAME IT ON GOD
BLAME IT ON GOD! - LIAR!

Lord of salvation keep looking away
It is your will that this world goes astray
Take us each day from this place you unworthed
Unfulfilled promise of heaven on earth

You are the one who killed your own son
We are the ones your hatred is on
Children are dying and this you're content
Where is your profit in what you have left
No intervention from angels above
God is the reason that Satan lives on

[repeat chorus]

[Theoneontheleft]

Dreamed I was an eskimo
Frozen wind began to blow
Under my boots and around my toes
The frost that bit the ground below
It was a hundred degrees below zero...

And my mama cried
And my mama cried
Nanook, a-no-no
Nanook, a-no-no
Don't be a naughty eskimo
Save your money, don't go to the show

Well I turned around and I said oh, oh oh
Well I turned around and I said oh, oh oh
Well I turned around and I said ho, ho
And the northern lights commenced to glow
And she said, with a tear in her eye
Watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow
Watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow


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[William Howe]

Ye banks and braes o' Bonnie Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I'm sae weary, fu' o' care!
Ye'll break my heart, ye warbling birds,
That wanton through the flow'ring thorn
Ye mind me o' departed joys,
Departed, never to return.

Oft I have rove by bonnie doon,
To see the rose of woodbine twine;
And ilka bird sang of its love,
And fondly sae did I o' mine.
Wi' lightsome heart I put a rose,
Full sweet upon the thorny tree.
But my false lover stole my rose,
And ah, she left the thorn wi' me.

[Theoneontheleft]

(well, right about that time people
A fur-trapper (who was strictly from commercial)
Had the unmitigated audacity to jump up from behind my igloo (peekaboo) )
And he started into whippin on my favorite baby seal
With a lead-filled snowshoe)

I said, with a
Lead-
Filled
With a lead filled snowshoe
He said, peekaboo
I said, with a
Lead-
Filled
With a lead filled snowshoe
He said, peekaboo
He went right upside the head of my favorite baby seal
He went whap with a lead-filled snowshoe, and
He hit him on the nose and hit him on the fin, and he
That got me just about as evil as an eskimo boy can be. so I bent down
And I reached down, and I scooped down and I gathered up a generous
Mitten-ful of the deadly yellow snow

The deadly yellow snow, from right there where the huskies go!

Whereupon I proceeded to take that mittenful of the deadly yellow snow
Crystals and rub it all into his beady little eyes with a vigorous
Circular motion hitherto unknown to the people of this area, but destined
To take the place of the mudshark in your mythology
Here it goes,the circular motion, now rub it!

(here fido)

And then
In a fit of anger
I pounced

And I pounced again

Great googly moogly!

I jumped up and down on the chest of the him

I injured
The fur trapper

Well he was very upset, as you can understand
And rightly so, because the
Deadly yellow snow crystals had
Deprived him of his
Sight

And he stood up, and he looked around, and he said

I can't see
I can't see
Oh, woe is me
I can't see

Well.....you know
I can't see
Nothin

He took a dog-doo snow cone and stuffed it in my right eye
He took a dog-doo snow cone and stuffed it in my other eye
And the husky wee-wee
I mean the doggie wee-wee
Has blinded me
And I can't see
Temporarily

Well, the fur-trapper stood there, with his arms outstretched across the
Frozen white wasteland, trying to figure out what he was going to do about
His deflicted eyes. and it was at that precise moment that he remembered
And ancient eskimo legend, wherein it is written (on whatever it is that
They write it on up there) that if anything bad ever happens to your eyes
As the result of some sort of conflict with anyone named
Nanook,
The only way you can get it fixed up is to go

Trudging across the tundra
Mile after mile
Trudging across the tundra

Right down to the parish of st. alphonzo


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[William Howe]

^ My father played that song a lot when I was a kid. I laughed then, laugh now. :laugh:

[William Howe]

Unbreakable Union of freeborn Republics,
Great Russia has welded forever to stand.
Created in struggle by will of the people,
United and mighty, our Soviet land!

CHORUS
Sing to the Motherland, home of the free!
Bulwark of peoples in brotherhood strong.
O Party of Lenin, the strength of the people.
To Communism's triumph lead us on!

2.

Through tempests the sunrays have cheered us,
Along the new path where great Lenin did lead.
To a righteous cause he raised up the peoples,
Inspired them to labor and valorous deed
CHORUS

3.
In the victory of Communism's deathless ideal,
We see the future of our dear land.
And to her fluttering scarlet banner,
Selflessly true we always shall stand!
CHORUS

[Sir Comradical]

Immortal Technique - War is My Destiny

I seduced the daughters of man, and made the nephilim
I demanded human sacrifice from the rest of them
I became the spirit that tortured and protected them
I built them the tower of language that collected them
Then the lord cried, water falling out from his eyes
And my children died, drowning in the tears from the sky
It was then that Satan called back to me with a plan
A design for the ultimate corruption of man
See back then we used to set the chosen ones on fire
You really think God only sent a single messiah?
And so we allowed the birth of many prophets on earth
and since the followers were human, they were born with a curse
they began to claim superiority to their brothers
and for eighty-five thousand years conquered each other
and when they prayed before battle they were praying to me
killing in God's name, because war is my destiny!!

[Theoneontheleft]

Is it worth it
A new winter coat and shoes for the wife
And a bicycle on the boy's birthday
It's just a rumour that was spread around town
By the women and children
Soon we'll be shipbuilding
Well I ask you
The boy said 'DAD THEY'RE GOING TO TAKE ME TO TASK
BUT I'LL BE BACK BY CHRISTMAS'
It's just a rumour that was spread around town
Somebody said that someone got filled in
For saying that people get killed in
The result of this shipbuilding
With all the will in the world
Diving for dear life
When we could be diving for pearls
It's just a rumour that was spread around town
A telegram or a picture postcard
Within weeks they'll be re-opening the shipyards
And notifying the next of kin
Once again
It's all we're skilled in
We will be shipbuilding
WITH ALL THE WILL IN THE WORLD
DIVING FOR DEAR LIFE
WHEN WE COULD BE DIVING FOR PEARLS


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[Stand Your Ground]

Ozzy Osbourne:

From Crazy Train:

Crazy, but that's how it goes
Millions of people living as foes
Maybe, it's not too late
To learn how to love
And forget how to hate

I've listened to preachers
I've listened to fools
I've watched all the dropouts
Who make their own rules
One person conditioned to rule and control
The media sells it and you live the role

From Dreamer:

Gazing through the window at the world outside
Wondering will mother earth survive
Hoping that mankind will stop abusing her sometime

After all there's only just the two of us
And here we are still fighting for our lives
Watching all of history repeat itself
Time after time

If only we could all just find serenity
It would be nice if we could live as one
When will all this anger, hate and bigotry ...
Be gone?

[Theoneontheleft]

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Growing in numbers
Growing in speed
Can't fight the future
Can't fight what I see

People they come together
People they fall apart
No one can stop us now
'Cause we are all made of stars

Lessons of lovers
Left in my mind
I sing in the reaches
We'll see what we find

People they come together
People they fall apart
No one can stop us now
'Cause we are all made of stars

People they come together
People they fall apart
No one can stop us now
'Cause we are all made of stars

Slow slow slow, come come
Someone come come come
Even love is goin' 'round
You can't ignore what is goin' 'round

Slowly rebuilding
I feel it in me
Growing in numbers
Growing in peace

People they come together
People they fall apart
No one can stop us now
'Cause we are all made of stars

People they come together
People they fall apart
No one can stop us now
'Cause we are all made of stars

People they come together
(People they come together)
People they fall apart
(People they fall apart)
No one can stop us now
(No one can stop us now)
'Cause we are all made of stars
(We are all made of stars)

We are all made of stars
People they come together
We are all made of stars
(People they fall apart)
We are all made of stars
(No one can stop us now)
'Cause we are all made of stars
(We are all made of stars)



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[Fulanito de Tal]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WYTuNlEU3qU

:)

ladies & gentleman, now from cuba
que lo que hay con cuba pa' que lo vamo hacer en ingles
mejor sueltalo en el españole
HELLO !
cuentame , como te ha ido
si has conocido la felicidad
cuentame , como te va, yo por aki my bien
y tu por alla que bola !
Charanga Habanera !
dicen que se siente bien que Miami es la locura,
pero le falta la Habana, el chisme y la sabrosura
dicen que tiene dinero, el carro que ella soño
pero no encuentra en Miami , lo que en la Habana dejo !
Ahora te voy a contar algo que me sucedio
yo que la queria tanto, pero se fue y me dejo
Lachy !
queria hacerse famosa queria ganarse un Grammy (i qe?)
y salio a provarse su suerte avion destino Miami (David ) oye chacal ..... te oi
dicen que se siente bien que Miami es la locura,
pero le falta la Habana, el chisme y la sabrosura
dicen que tiene dinero, el carro que ella soño
pero no encuentra en Miami , lo que en la Habana dejo !
mentira mentira
(rap chacal ............)
pa que tu lloras
si te fueste sufre mami que le van hacer
De q te sirve micky mouse si te gusta elpidio valdes.
audi pa mi
yo bien 14 pa ti
tu solo ere pa mi
bien lucrativo pa ti ,.....
pa ke vivir de cuento que cuento , sigo comiendo picadillo pero contento
(rap chacal ............)
(Dantes) y ahora me llama llorando,dice que no encuentra el modo
que no se siente feliz, que de Cuba extraña todo
extraña a los van van , hectico y pmm
extraña a la charanga , y el papi que ella mas quiere
(Randy mc)yo sigo charangueando como me da la gana
tu llorando en Miami, yo gozando en la habana
tu llorando en Miami, yo gozando en la habana
se siente triste porque, alla no hay Capri ni Tropicana
tu llorando en Miami, yo gozando en la Habana
extrana mi habana tu y al Bucanero que ella tomaba
tu llorando en Miami, yo gozando en la habana
hasta donde mami?, hasta cuando?
si te comportas como Yuma, tu tienes que ir tumbando
hasta donde mami?, hasta cuando?
si te comportas como yuma tu tienes que ir bajando
tumbando , tumbando tumbando
si te comportas como yuma, tu tienes que ir bajando
tumbando , tumbando tumbando
si te comportas como yuma, tu tienes que ir bajando
ella esta hablando ingles conmigo y yo no se lo que esta hablando
si te comportas como yuma, tu tienes que ir bajando
y preparado , vamo a gozalo !
mano pa' arriba to' el mundo
vamo to' el mundo a cantarlo!
cuentame , como te ha ido si has conocido la felicidad
cuentame , como te va, yo por aqui my bien
y tu por alla que bola !
cuentame , como te ha ido si has conocido la felicidad
cuentame , como te va, yo por aki my bien
y tu por alla que bola !
(El Chacal )oye chula, yo sigo con lo mio y no lo cambio por nada
por eso me mantengo por eso sigo siendo lo que me da la gana, la reverenda gana !
desde el cuartel pavel, frank dos metra , repeta,
camina pa que aprenda,
esto es pa que goces y no pa que ud me reprenda
ok ok pa que tu quieres pan si yo tengo confi cake
copiaste !

[ÑóẊîöʼn]

This is a great "anger song" for when I feel done over by the shit system we live in:

Fear Factory - Transgression

One nation, one nation of Gods
divided by faith, Nation divided by faith

Witness deliberate war of attrition
Witness deliberate war of attrition

Judge me not, judge lest you be judged
Eyes are blind, blinded by violation

I hate your contention
I hate your violation
I hate your corruption
I hate your life destruction
I hate your contention
I hate your violation
I hate your corruption
I hate your life destruction

I am your enemy...

Witness deliberate war of attrition
Kill my mind, my mind is the weapon

Words are banned, words meant to enlighten

I hate your contention
I hate your violation
I hate your corruption
I hate your life destruction
I hate your contention
I hate your violation
I hate your corruption
I hate your life destruction

I am your enemy...
I will resist endlessly...
Endlessly...
Endlessly...
Endlessly...

[Leonid Brozhnev]

Type O Negative - It's Never Enough

Fuck you god!
Fuck you god!
Fuck you god!

With my blood, time, sweat and tears
My goal is to dissolve her fears

Fuck you god!

Self-imposed imprisonment
In this way feels she must repent - must repent

In a cell denial made
Break the lock, free her from her cage

Fuck you god!

Realizing her days be few
Just want to make her comfortable - comfortable

No matter what i do
No matter what i do
It's never enough

No matter what i do
No matter what i do
It's never enough

Don't take her

I'll lose my mind
When it's her time
She's so scared, it's unbearable
Can't believe god could be so cruel
So cruel

She held me tight
Childhood fright
I'm so scared, there's no remedy
But so glad for the memories
So glad

Fuck you god!
Fuck you god!
Fuck you god!
Fuck you god!

For her one day undestroyed
I'd give my soul or life with joy

Fuck you god!

Angel face of saintly love
I curse christ that she suffers such - suffers such

No matter what i do
No matter what i do
It's never enough

No matter what i do
No matter what i do
It's never enough

No matter what i do
No matter what i do
It's never enough - never enough - never enough - never enough

[Theoneontheleft]

I want to ride the tiger
I want to ride the tiger
It will be black and white in the dead of night
Eyes flashing in the clear moonlight
I want to ride the tiger.

It’s like a tear in the hands of a western man
Tell you about salt, carbon and water
But a tear to a chinese man
He’ll tell you about sadness and sorrow or the love of a man and
A woman.

I want to ride the tiger
I want to sail through the risin’ sun for you and you
We got something to learn from the other side
Something to give, we got nothing to hide
I want to ride the tiger.

Black wants out of the streets
Yellow wants the country
Red wants the country back
And white wants out of this world
Sing - sing to the sky
I want to ride the tiger
I want to ride the tiger.

Look to the summer of seventy-five
All the world is gonna come alive
Do you want to ride the tiger?

It’s like a tear in the hands of a western man
Tell you about salt, carbon and water
But a tear to an oriental man
He’ll tell you about sadness and sorrow or the love of a man and
A woman.

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[ZeroNowhere]

AND... dogro lived on.
By Heir Apparent.

Face the facts of Life On Earth
The nature of Mankind
Pages from our past are now defined
Humanity has common sense
We all know right from wrong
We've lived in False Pretense too long!

RISE!! RISE!!
Face the facts of Present Day
RISE!! RISE!!
Rid yourself of ancient ways

Fear of gods and demons is the folly of your mind
Acknowledge facts of Science -don't be blind
The war of Good and Evil is what you create within
The Facts of Life are where the truth begins

RISE!! RISE!! RISE!!

Prepare for your future -don't live within the past
The ancient cultures never knew the facts
Technology has given truth where myth had been before
It's time Humanity stepped through the door

RISE!! RISE!!
Face the facts of Present Day
RISE!! RISE!!
Rid yourself of ancient ways...

RISE!! RISE!! RISE!!

Well, it isn't called progressive metal for nothing.

[¿Que?]

Cuando Agosto Era 21 de Fernando Ubiergo


Se ocultaba en los pilares de los viejos pasadizos
para esconder el hijo que pronto le iba a llegar
fue dificil esconder en un pobre delantal
los tres meses..... de más...

Y salia del colegio con un siete en la libreta
y en el vientre una cometa que pronto querra volar
y se iba a caminar, y se iba a preguntar
por las calles sin final...

Y se fue a donde un cura quien le dijo era pecado
y muy pronto un abogado le hablo de lo legal
y fue el profesor de ciencias
quien hablo de la inconciecia
de la juventud actual... de la juventud actual

Los que juzgan no ha sentido el amor...
el dolor...
y en el vientre unos latidos...
y se enredan en prejucios!
y el amor... se quedo en unos cuantos latidos...

Y sobraron los consejos que le hablaban de pastillas
de una vieja mujercilla que el trabajo lo hace bien
no falto la buena amiga, esa amiga entre comillas
que le dio una direccion...

Y salio desde el colegio en una fria mañana
cuando la vieja campana aun no daba su talán,
mientras el profe de ciencias hablaba de la inconciencia de la juventud actual.

Cuando agosto era 21 la encontraron boca arriba
con la mirada perdida y su viejo delantal
y en el bolso del colegio dibujado un corazón
que decia... tu y yo.... que decia tu y yo...

Los que juzgan no han sentido el amor...
el dolor...
y en el vientre unos latidos
y se enredan en prejuicios!
y el amor?...

[Widerstand]

There is a loneliness in this world
So great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock
People so tired, mutilated, either by love or no love.
People just are not good to each other.
We are afraid.
Our educational system tells us that we can all be big winners
But it hasn't told us about the gutters or the suicides.
Or the terror of one person aching in one place
Alone, untouched, and unspoken to.

People are not good to each other.
People are not good to each other.
I suppose they never will be.
I don't ask them to be.
But sometimes I think about it.
There must be a way.
Surely, there must be a way

There's no chance at all:
We are all trapped by fate.
Nobody ever finds the one.
Nobody ever finds the one.

There's no chance at all:
We are all trapped by fate.
Who put this brain inside of me?
It says that there's a chance.
It's kept the rope from my throat
Maybe it will loosen yours.

The city dumps fill.
The junkyards fill.
The graveyards fill.

Nothing else fills.
Nothing else fills.
Nothing else fills.

- From La Dispute's Five

[Leonid Brozhnev]

These lyrics make me feel all warm and fuzzy

Lamb of God - Reclamation

Humanity's a failed experiment
Walking the path to extinction
Spinning it's wheels endlessly
Grease them with oil and uranium

(Humanity's a failed experiment
Walking the path to extinction)

The earth will shake
And the waters will rise
The elements reclaim what was taken
What was taken!

The skyline is set ablaze with regret
Ashes cover a falling silhouette
The city will reap what it's sewn and ignite
Watching as the city burns tonight

(Blindly consuming mass manufactured faith
Mankind is a festering parasite)

Blindly consuming mass manufactured faith
Mankind is a festering parasite
Relentlessly draining it's host dry
Nailing belief to a cross of genocide
The elements reclaim what was taken
What was taken!

The skyline is set ablaze with regret
Ashes cover a falling silhouette
The city will reap what it's sewn and ignite
Watching as the city burns tonight

Only after the last tree's cut
And the last river poisoned
Only after the last fish is caught
Will you find that money cannot be eaten

And everything becomes irrelevant
As the sky tears open
Fire rains down, fire rains down
The fourth world comes to an end
Push the button light the match
Feel the fault lines detach
Crosshairs in the evening light
I sit and watch the city burn tonight

The city burns tonight

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[bawbag]

William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath’rin’
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain’t the time for your tears



William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain’t the time for your tears

[kitsune]

Cocco - Tsuyoku Hakanai Monotachi (Strong and Ephemeral)

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You set out to sea
To protect the person you loved
And to build precious things, didn't you?
You battled storms
And survived high winds
To get here, didn't you?

This harbor is a great place
The morning sun is beautiful
Some people live here all the time
Sleep soundly

It'll heal your tired wings

But after you've flown through the arch
And caught sight of the treasure island
Do you think you can stay the same
And not lose anything?

People are fragile
So very fragile

Don't talk about the future of the person you love
With such a distant look
Can you hear my voice?
Come to my room
I'll give you sweet candy
I'll hold you

We made a firm promise
I know that much
We proved time and again
How much we loved each other
And you left this island believing in that love, didn't you?

But after you've flown through the arch
And reached the treasure island
Your princess
Will be shaking her hips with someone else

People are strong
So very strong

Yes, after you've flown through the arch
And caught sight of the treasure island
Do you think you can stay the same
And not lose anything?

Surely after you've flown through the arch
And reached the treasure island
Your princess
Will be shaking her hips with someone else

People are strong
And ephemeral

[William Howe]

Let's say goodbye with a smile dear,
Just for awhile dear, we must part
Don't let this parting upset you,
I'll not forget you, sweetheart,

We'll meet again,
Don't know where,don't know when.
But I know we'll meet again, some sunny day.

Keep smiling through ,
Just like you always do,
Till the blue skies chase those dark clouds, far away.

And I will just say hello,
To the folks that you know,
Tell them you won't be long,
They'll be happy to know that as I saw you go
You were singing this song .

We'll meet again, don't know where,don't know when,
But I know we'll meet again. some sunny day

(choir) We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when. but I know we'll meet again, some sunny day. Keep smiling through , just like you always do, till the blue skies chase the dark clouds, far away.

And I will just say hello,
To the folks that you know,
Tell them you won't be long,
They'll be happy to know that as I saw you go
You were singing this song.

We'll we'll meet again,
Don't know where, dont know when.
But I know well meet again, some sunny day

[gorillafuck]

Ramblers Ghost by Mischief Brew

She's off to anywhere
Every town grows stale soon enough
So it's fields to east and the hills to the west
Under crescent moons and grassy bends
She lays her head to rest

She's been in a hundred movies
And in six billion dreams
Taking out wood and wide
Singing romance round the fire
Giving tastes of truth to those of us employed as liars

And we sing ain't that the life
She's got it made
Her head in the sand her guitar in the shade
Rambling beauty, she sang to me
Was she in my mind
Or on the tv
Yes she's on my mind
Come from the tv

Noble Hobo, corporate cutthroat got the wisdom of the tramp
Brother can't spare no crumbs
Don't you trip over the bums
As you step out of a cab
On the way to see a gypsy band

Railroad boxcar, blasts and burns on down the line
And her feet are a swingin'
And the song she's a singin'
Tell of greener fields and freer times

And we sing ain't that the life
She's got it made
Her head in the sand her guitar in the shade
Rambling beauty she sang to me
Was she in my mind
Or on the tv
Yes she's on my mind
Come from the tv

Rambling beauty
Let me be your mate for awhile
Be a shoulder for your head
Carry a bag and roll up bed
Another day in this place
And i swear I'll end up dead

And how I'm sorry
That my ancestors threw you in jail
But now I can see your ramblings were poetry
Will you sell me the rights if I put up the bail?

And we'll sing ain't that the life
We've got it made
Our heads in the sand our guitars in the shade
Rambling beauty, sing sweet to me
Yeah you're on my mind
Just like on tv
Yeah you're on my mind
Come from the tv

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SZ6qF5HObmc

[Razzle Dazzle]

Well the sergeant said it’s time to train
So I climbed aboard my helicopter plane.
We flew above the battle ground
A sniper tried to shoot us down.
He must have forgotten, we’re only trainees.
Them commies never fight fair.

Friends the very next day we trained some more
We burned some villages down to the floor.
Yes we burned out the jungles far and wide,
Made sure those red apes had no place left to hide.
Threw all the people in relocation camps,
Under lock and key, made damn sure they’re free.

Excerpt from "Talking Vietnam" by Phil Ochs, I highly recommend the song and many of his others.

[Adorno4498]

TWO HEADED BOY, PT. 2 (Neutral Milk Hotel)

Daddy please here this song that I sing, In your heart there's a spark that just screams.
For a lover to bring, a child to your chest. Who could lay as you sleep, and love all you have left.
Like your boy used to be, long ago wrapped in sheets warm and wet.
Bless her please, with those wings in your spine. Love to be with a brother of mine.
How he'd love to find, his tongue in your teeth. In a struggle to find, secret songs that you keep.
Wrapped in boxes so tight, sounding only at night while you sleep.
And in my dreams you're alive and you're crying. As your mouth moves in mine soft and sweet.
Rings of flowers round your eyes and I love you. For the rest of your life.
Brother see we are one and the same. And you left with your head filled with flames.
And you watched as your brains, fell out of your teeth. Push the pieces in place make your smile sweet to see.
Don't you take this a way. I'm still wanting my face on your cheek.
When we break, we'll wait for our miracle. God is a place where some holy spectacle lies.
When we break, we'll wait for our miracle. God is a place you will look for the rest of your life.
Two, headed boy. She is all, you could need. She will feed you tomatoes, and radio wires. And retire to sheets, safe and clean.
But don't hate her, when she gets up, to leave.

[Adorno4498]

TWO HEADED BOY, PT. 2 (Neutral Milk Hotel)

Daddy please here this song that I sing, In your heart there's a spark that just screams.
For a lover to bring, a child to your chest. Who could lay as you sleep, and love all you have left.
Like your boy used to be, long ago wrapped in sheets warm and wet.
Bless her please, with those wings in your spine. Love to be with a brother of mine.
How he'd love to find, his tongue in your teeth. In a struggle to find, secret songs that you keep.
Wrapped in boxes so tight, sounding only at night while you sleep.
And in my dreams you're alive and you're crying. As your mouth moves in mine soft and sweet.
Rings of flowers round your eyes and I love you. For the rest of your life.
Brother see we are one and the same. And you left with your head filled with flames.
And you watched as your brains, fell out of your teeth. Push the pieces in place make your smile sweet to see.
Don't you take this a way. I'm still wanting my face on your cheek.
When we break, we'll wait for our miracle. God is a place where some holy spectacle lies.
When we break, we'll wait for our miracle. God is a place you will look for the rest of your life.
Two, headed boy. She is all, you could need. She will feed you tomatoes, and radio wires. And retire to sheets, safe and clean.
But don't hate her, when she gets up, to leave.

[Fulanito de Tal]

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[Euronymous]

Rishloo - Narcissist Code

Crown all the thieves and you worship the liars
And bow down before every whore in a tie
Lost to the end though the sun also rises
And those who would dare bring the turn of the tide

Arrogant serenity
Falter on the scale when I weigh you

This doubt may breed desires
For truth
For truth

Glare just long enough to convey your displeasure
As drops, one by one, start to fall in the pool
Blurring the sight of a misplaced alliance
Where deaf lead the blind, and the blind lead the
fools

Ignorant security
Falter on the scale when I weigh you

This doubt may breed desires
To look deeper than the surface
And to dare to understand
All the mysteries residing beneath

These reflections of a purpose, false impressions
of a past
That exist only to serve the elite

Fuck all these complacent sheep
Chasing after every prize
Begging at the masters' feet
Happy to ostracize
Fuck all those who will not see
Further than the mirror's lies
Fuck you and your vanity
It's too late, we're out of time
To stand idly by and wait
So why don't you take this chance
And find a place to
Feast on the wealth of your self-indulgence
While the meek and the worthy change
This world again
Gnawing away at your precious elegance
I hope that you like the taste
For there you shall stay
Lost

[RMH94]

Machine Head - Clenching the Fists of Dissent


War!

Do you hear revolution's call?
It's time to fight our own denial
Warmongers keep us locked in fear
Invoke the past, a moment of tears

An ugly truth
Put forth by our youth
Under the threat of patriotic brute, so

Use your rage
It is a weapon
We now must engage

Let trumpets sound our call
Or by their lies we will fall

Gnash down our teeth in hate and sing

Sing revolution's song
When they say die
Die for America

[Solo: Flynn, Demmel]

War!

They say that freedom isn't free
It's paid with the lives
Of sons and families
Cause blood is their new currency
And oil pumps the heart of money

So fight as one
Without a fucking gun
Words are the bullets to this revolution

Use your pain
The battlegrounds, the streets are ablaze

Excess will pave their path
The winds of change, our bloodbath

Gnash down our teeth in hate and sing

Sing revolution's song
When they say die
Die for America

Power and prejudice
Actions they use to pit against
Terror, insurgency
Words uses to scare conformity
It's propaganda, it's their hypocrisy
Free to choose our own slavery

All suffer humanity

[Solo: Demmel, Flynn; Demmel, Flynn]

Fight

Fight -- for all that you love
Scream -- choking with foot upon threat
Blind -- star spangled eyes
Death -- no more the truth you will hide
No, more

So how do they sleep?
When our mothers weep
They're selling our souls
And our blood for oil

Our generation
Can be the fucking one
That overcomes the greed
Of corrupt nations

Have no shame
You're not alone in thinking
This is fucking insane

Rise up and take your stand
And curl the fingers of your hand

And I don't know what to do
Cause I don't have the answers
But with ever ounce of strength
I'll vow to fight this cancer

Didn't say I want to lead
I just might let you down
Didn't say believe in me
Just hold this common ground

I'm just as lost as you
And probably more confused
So fucking far from perfect
My mind wrecked from abuse

There's something fucking wrong
When war takes sons and daughters
Our lambs misled to slaughter

War!
Clenching the fists of dissent
Lies!
Clenching the fists of dissent
Fear!
Clenching the fists of dissent
Change!
Clenching to hope

[RMH94]

Machine Head - A Farewell To Arms

Can you hear their cries?
Nowhere can the children run to hide
Crimson rivers

Flow down the hills
Atone our ills
And woe to all her songs of love

A farewell to arms

Mutilated lives
Blackening as coffin line the sides
Filled with fathers

Who has won?
When only sons
Hold their grieving heads and mourn

A farewell to arms

Always our souls entwine
Erase this vast divide
Deaf ears our voices rest
Tyrant, this is protest

Who has won?
Yes, who has won?

I'll wave this flag of white
So the venged see the light
We'll pay for closed eyes
With our genocide

Piercing the masquerade
March to the death parade
Trade no humanity
For pearls of the slavery

In the depth of mind the heart will I find
The truth of our leader
We'll try the facts so through the cracks
May fall the lying cheater

Who has won when we're all dead?

So is this how we live?
Or is this how we die?

Black blood dripping from platinum fangs
Rich blood flees while
Our poverty hangs

Shepherds they herd the mindless trance
As the flock follows the puppet's dance
In a fatal romance

All that they needed was
A pretext, war's next
Heads to the chopping blocks
And our necks are next
For those we died
Who fought for our rights
Whose children now slaves
They're turning in their graves

War hawks and senators
They sit tight, so trite
Never their sons will know
What it's like to fight
But soldiers are dead
And children have bled
And the silence is numb
What have we become?

God save us

[Iraultzaile Ezkerreko]

Anne Braden - Flobots

[Spoken]
What I've realized since is that it's a very painful process but it is not destructive. It's the world deliberation. And what really happened in the sixties was that this country took just the first step toward admitting that it had been wrong on race, and creativity burst out in all directions.

From the color of the faces in Sunday songs
To the hatred they raised all the youngsters on
Once upon a time in this country, long ago
She knew there was something wrong
Because the song said "yellow, red, black, and white
Every one precious in the path of Christ"
But what about the daughter
Of the woman cleaning their house?
Wasn't she a child they were singin' about?
And if Jesus loves us, black and white skin
Why didn't her white mother invite them in?
When did it become a room for no blacks to step in?
How did she already know not to ask the question?
Left lasting impressions
Adolescent's comfort's gone
She never thought things would ever change,
But she always knew there was something wrong.

Always knew there was somethin' wrong.
She always knew there was somethin' wrong.

Years later, she found herself
Mississippi bound to help
Stop the legalized lynching of Mr. Willy McGee.
But they couldn't stop it,
So they thought that they'd talk to the governor about what'd happened
And say, "We're tired of being used as an excuse to kill black men."
But the cops wouldn't let 'em past
And these women, they struck 'em as uppity
So they hauled 'em all off to jail
And they called in protective custody.
Then from her cell
She heard her jailers
Grumblin' about "outsiders".
When she called 'em out
And said she was from the south, they shouted,
"Why is a nice, Southern lady makin' trouble
For the governor?"
She said, "I guess I'm not your type of lady,
And I guess I'm not your type of Southerner,
But before you call me traitor,
Well it's plain as just to say
I was a child in Mississippi
but I'm ashamed of it today."

She always knew there was somethin' wrong.
She always knew there was somethin' wrong.
She always knew there was somethin' wrong.
She always knew there was somethin' wrong.
([spoken] And, all of a sudden, I realized I was on the other side)

Imagine the world that you're standing within
All of your neighbors, they're family-friends.
How would you cope facing the fact
The flesh on their hands was tainted with sin?
She faced this every day.
People she saw on a regular basis;
People she loved, in several cases;
People she knew were incredibly racist.
It was painful, but she never stopped loving them,
Never stopped callin' their names
And she never stopped being a Southern woman
And she never stopped fighting for change.
And she saw that her struggle was
in the tradition of ancestors never aware of her
It continues today:
The soul of a Southerner
born of the other America.

She always knew there was somethin' wrong.
She always knew there was somethin' wrong.
She always knew there was somethin' wrong.
She always knew there was somethin' wrong.

[spoken]
What you win in the immediate battles is little compared to the effort you put into it but if you see that as a part of this total movement to build a new world, you know what could be. You do have a choice. You don't have to be a part of the world of the lynchers. You can join the other America. There is another America!

[Widerstand]

Hostage Calm - Ballots/Stones

You come out in droves;
Protectors of an ancient code.
You’d like to know
What would become of you and yours
If left alone.
So, with that pride destined to find
Itself on the wrong side of history,
You take arms.

Did you cast a ballot or a stone?
Did it cast a shadow on their home?

Let’s go
To a place I know where men can share a home.
By now the world should know
That your factions and their
Romance with interference,
They have no business in these homes.

Did you cast a ballot or a stone?
Did it cast a shadow on their home?

Your slogans echo loudly
From Edmund Pettus Bridge.
Would you tear up like you did when the Lovings wed?

I’d give so much to see your assaults laid to rest.
Would they be mourned like the rightless ones you’ve vilified?
Because at their funerals,
When the priest gives the flag to her partner, she still cries.

Four years before the state gave them the right.

Did you cast a ballot or a stone?

Touche Amore - History Reshits Itself

Was it for purpose or obligation
to rip the happiness from those homes
to insure your own salvation?

When you're walking a thin line between ignorance and confusion,
you won't know the difference between a cycle and a revolution.

I've been counting the inches in that giant step back.
When love is on the line, circled in blue or black.

The history books won't forget to tell of this embarrassment.

These closets have been closed too long;
there's no more room for your skeletons.

Touche Amore - WeHateFredPhelps.com

We've got a message and we don't need signs and followers
We've got a message; "you're all fucked"
We're not in Kansas anymore
There's a place reserved in Hell
You're going to fit in just fine
Take that book you've read so wrong
Stop making it your own
Learn to be a human being, and show some compassion
All cults end, take a page from Jonestown
Drink every drop, let none be wasted
We'd love to see you in the ground.

[Iraultzaile Ezkerreko]

Mathematics - Mos Def

[Mos Def]
Booka-booka-booka-booka-booka-booka
Ha hah
You know the deal
It's just me yo
Beats by Su-Primo for all of my peoples, negroes and latinos
and even the gringos

Yo, check it one for Charlie Hustle, two for Steady Rock
Three for the fourth comin live, future shock
It's five dimensions, six senses
Seven firmaments of heaven to hell, 8 Million Stories to tell
Nine planets faithfully keep in orbit
with the probable tenth, the universe expands length
The body of my text posess extra strength
Power-liftin powerless up, out of this, towerin inferno
My ink so hot it burn through the journal
I'm blacker than midnight on Broadway and Myrtle
Hip-Hop past all your tall social hurdles
like the nationwide projects, prison-industry complex
Broken glass wall better keep your alarm set
Streets too loud to ever hear freedom sing
Say evacuate your sleep, it's dangerous to dream
but you chain cats get they CHA-POW, who dead now
Killin fields need blood to graze the cash cow
It's a number game, but shit don't add up somehow
Like I got, sixteen to thirty-two bars to rock it
but only 15% of profits, ever see my pockets like
sixty-nine billion in the last twenty years
spent on national defense but folks still live in fear like
nearly half of America's largest cities is one-quarter black
That's why they gave Ricky Ross all the crack
Sixteen ounces to a pound, twenty more to a ki
A five minute sentence hearing and you no longer free
40% of Americans own a cell phone
so they can hear, everything that you say when you ain't home
I guess, Michael Jackson was right, "You Are Not Alone"
Rock your hardhat black cause you in the Terrordome
full of hard niggaz, large niggaz, dice tumblers
Young teens and prison greens facin life numbers
Crack mothers, crack babies and AIDS patients
Young bloods can't spell but they could rock you in PlayStation
This new math is whippin motherfuckers ass
You wanna know how to rhyme you better learn how to add
It's mathematics

[Chorus: scratched by DJ Premier (repeat 2X)]

"The Mighty Mos Def.."
"It's simple mathematics" -> [Fat Joe]
"Check it out!"
"I revolve around science.."
"What are we talking about here?"

.. "Do your math" -> [Erykah Badu (2X)]
.. "One.. t-t-two.. three, four" -> [James Brown]
.. "What are we talking about here?" ..

[Mos Def]
Yo, it's one universal law but two sides to every story
Three strikes and you be in for life, manditory
Four MC's murdered in the last four years
I ain't tryin to be the fifth one, the millenium is here
Yo it's 6 Million Ways to Die, from the seven deadly thrills
Eight-year olds gettin found with 9 mill's
It's 10 P.M., where your seeds at? What's the deal
He on the hill puffin krill to keep they belly filled
Light in the ass with heavy steel, sights on the pretty shit in life
Young soldiers tryin to earn they next stripe
When the average minimum wage is $5.15
You best believe you gotta find a new ground to get cream
The white unemployment rate, is nearly more than triple for black
so frontliners got they gun in your back
Bubblin crack, jewel theft and robbery to combat poverty
and end up in the global jail economy
Stiffer stipulations attached to each sentence
Budget cutbacks but increased police presence
And even if you get out of prison still livin
join the other five million under state supervision
This is business, no faces just lines and statistics
from your phone, your zip code, to S-S-I digits
The system break man child and women into figures
Two columns for who is, and who ain't niggaz
Numbers is hardly real and they never have feelings
but you push too hard, even numbers got limits
Why did one straw break the camel's back? Here's the secret:
the million other straws underneath it - it's all mathematics

[Chorus]

[closing scratch] "Mathematics.."

[Fawkes]

Quick Fix by the Kings of Nuthin

You went down to a therapist who told you you're depressed
Did you have to pay an analyst to tell you this?
Go down to the pharmacist with your mommy and your script
Your emotions are just chemicals, gotta get fixed

Could there be a remedy to fix what's wrong with me
Without leaving me strung out
Wait for a fix
A quick fix

Your mother and your father they were sugar and T.V.
And you wonder why you're diagnosed with A.D.D.
Layin on the couch and get your self-prescription pills
Blame it on your parents then you send em the bill

Could there be a remedy to fix what's wrong with me
Without leaving me strung out
Wait for a fix
A quick fix

[Iraultzaile Ezkerreko]

K.O.S. - Blackstar

[talib kweli]
So many emcees focusin on black people extermination
We keep it balanced with that knowledge of self, determination
It's hot, we be blowin the spots, with conversations
C'mon let's smooth it out like soul sensation

We in the house like japanese in japan, or koreans in korea
Head to philly and free mumia with the kujichagulia true
Singin is swingin and writin is fightin, but what
They writin got us clashin like titans it's not excitin
No question, bein a black man is demandin
The fire's in my eyes and the flames need fannin (3x)

With that what? (knowledge of self) determination
*repeat 4x*

[singer]
Things i say and do, may not come quite through
My words may not convey just what i'm feelin

[talib kweli]
Yes yes come on, yes yes
Knowledge of self is like life after death
With that you never worry about your last breath
Death comes, that's how i'm livin, it's the next days
The flesh goes underground, the book of life, flip the page
Yo they askin me how old, we livin the same age
I feel the rage of a million niggaz locked inside a cage
At exactly which point do you start to realize
That life without knowledge is, death in disguise?
That's why, knowledge of self is like life after death
Apply it, to your life, let destiny manifest
Different day, same confusion, we're gonna take this
Hip-hop shit and keep it movin, she'd a little light
Now y'all bloomin like a flower with the power of the evident
Voices and drums original instruments
In the flesh presently presentin my representation

With that what? (knowledge of self) determination
*repeat 6x*
- - - - these two parts overlap - - - -
Things i say and do, may not come quite through
My words may not convey just what i'm feelin
*repeat 2x*

[talib kweli]
The most important time in history is, now, the present
So count your blessings cause time can't define the essence
But you stressin over time and you follow the roman calendar
These people enter cona like gattaca, you can bet
They tryin to lock you down like attica, the african diaspora
Represents strength in numbers, a giant can't slumber forever
I know you gotta get that cheddar whatever
Aiyyo i heard you twice the first time money, get it together
You must be history, you repeatin yourself out of the pages
You keepin yourself depleatin your spiritual wealth
That quick cash'll get your ass quick fast in houses of detention
Inner-city concentration camps where no one pays attention
Or mentions the ascension of death, til nothing's left
The young, gifted and black are sprung addicted to crack
All my people where y'all at cause, y'all ain't here
And your hero's using your mind as a canvas to paint fear
With, broad brush strokes and tales of incarceration
You get out of jail with that knowledge of self determination
Stand in ovation, cause you put the hue in human
Cause and effect, effect everything you do
And that's why i got love in the face of hate
Hands steady so the lines in the mental illustration is straight
The thought you had don't even contemplate
Infinite like figure eight there's no escape..

From that what? (knowledge of self) determination
*repeat 4x*

Things i say and do, may not come quite through
My words may not convey just what i'm feelin
*repeat 2x*

..

Things i say and do, may not come quite through
My words may not convey just what i'm feelin
*repeat 2x*

What i'm feelin, what i'm feelin, ooooh, what i'm feelin...

[Weezer]

Russia sparked the fires in 1917
First workers revolution
The first workers revolution in history
Working people forced the bosses' backs against the wall
First steps taken for a better life for all
It's a shame
It's a crying shame
When our past is buried
And our victories go un-named
It's a crying shame
When our history books
Talk of kings & men of fame
And in another country workers rose again
1919, 1919 in Berlin
But they didn't learn the lessons
From the Russians that they should
Revolution, revolution was drowned in blood
It's a crying shame
But the lessons plain
It's a crying shame
But the lessons plain
All things are possible
Hunger of the 30's
Hunger of the 30's back again
And the rich still rich
And the poor still the same as they ever were
And it seems to me
We're still not learning from our history
And it's a crying shame
Those who hold the future hold themselves in chains
It's a crying shame
Those who bear the pain hold themselves to blame
It's a crying, it's a crying shame
It's a crying shame
Look at Petrograd!
Look at Barcelona
Fight against the land
Fight against the land & the factory owners
Same fight today against another ruling class
Learn a lesson from your past
It's a crying shame
But the lessons plain
It's a crying shame
But the lessons plain
It can happen again
It's a crying, crying, crying shame
But the lessons plain
It can be done again!

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Fucking love the Redskins. :thumbup1:

[¿Que?]

The song itself lacks a bit of production value, but the lyrics are just great. Just fucking awesome. Guy should have been a poet, not a rapper.
EL-P POISENVILLE KIDS NO WINS LYRICS

{*Muffled*}
This is the sound of what you don't know killing you
This is the sound of what you don't believe still true
This is the sound of what you don't want still in you

[Verse 1]
When a live wire lights little metal rail right
When a marvel of engineering steered me clear in to the plight
Right before the bodegas open, after the peak of night before the paper's delivered
I sat on the corner and sparked a light
The same corner I perched when I zone dropped on the block first
At almost 5 o'clock watching for sun spots or store clerks
Alone spot, almost kinda like the zone was forgot
As if the grid had been reset and couldn't catch to the clock
Or the stoop was stuck in the past a half minute and I sat in it
With a loosie Newpy drift out of my lips, taste; half minted

[Verse 2]
And I felt like a hundred bucks in the pocket of a gambling lush
at a wondershowzen flow with the droids of destructo luck
Fugitoid on the run again, the sky gleamed the maroonist coloring
Layered against the bluest tone from where the thunder lived
and here I was directly under it
Like some dejected little grey they told to stay and wait for the mothership
A cotton ball in a blizzard of mischief or brain prison
With a thought that rode on the bus and came for conjugal visits
and fucked it's way into my grey matter, the tattered territory
Stayed chattering and nagging till it demanded it yell it for me
And I tried to hold the thing back but the meditation was otherly
Fixated on what a friend said and relating it to my struggling
"Metropoloid void so damn smothering"
But we were children of poisenville and saw the seduction less repugnant
And reserved the right as the triggerman with the back up plan of self destruction
And I touched the type of chemicals that could pull me towards that function
It's the stuff I find hard for discussion
How the fuck do you explain your own self destruction and still remain trusted?

[Verse 3]
To answer the question, yes - the city wants you gone
and thats the only thing connecting us, but the connection is so strong
So how dare you assume that I'll sleep when you're dead
This is well outside the boundries of acceptable behaviour
I will not give you the go ahead and you will not be remembered fondly
I'm throwing down the gauntlet, fuck you this isn't your decision
and for all the holy fuck I give, your little spectacle is ended
But dont think for just one second you've honored your obligations to me
I'm serious look in my eyes, I don't find this funny
or whatever you imagine poetry and justice feels like when you combine them
I am not going to allow this on my watch buddy, nobodies impressed
with your imagined sacrifice device or insurmountable regret
You are not uniquely pained and if you go we won't be sorry
and who the hell are you to put me through the banality of watching this
Cause many better men have gone for clearly better reasons and I
starkly must remind you that you have not even been trying
And that's the only thing remarkable about you, stop me if I'm lying

We are always outnumbered but we were never out militiad
There's no dignity for criminals, no ministry for the wicked
In this town if you make a sound you're the leper with the most fingers
The League of Extraordinary Nobodies, the other teams bringing in ringers
No faith in the majority, no hope for the little ones
Sally pulled a pistol out, billy got a blunderbous
So what the fuck are you feeling that makes your struggle so wonderous?
Enough to arrogantly pull what's left of the rug out from under us?
I think not, you're in the same barrel all us other crabs are caught
And if I have to live, you have to live; whether you like this shit or not

{Vocals in brackets by Charlyn Marshal}
Dedicated to the drowning, and the noble futility of
the desperate friends forced to watch
(Never again)
And to my good friends who refused to allow it to happen to me
(Never again)
You know who you are, you know what I'm talking about
(Never again)
Believe me, man
I promise

(Never never never gonna get that way again)7bjCR1fNZL8

[IndependentCitizen]

When reason dies behind closed doors
Face down in a cell in a pool of piss
It's time to fear what we should respect
It's time to question cause and effect
Striking with impunity
Hiding behind flags of immunity
Striking with impunity

When corruption rears its ugly head
The force of law becomes a farce
Personal ambition usurps justice
The rich protected at the expense of the poor
Would you sit on the fence, take no chance?
As those batons fall, turn a blind eye

In an ideal world
There'd be no need for law
No need for police
But in a society so sick
So obsessed with blind greed
Someone has to protect
The old and the weak

OFFICER DOWN
OFFICER DOWN
OFFICER DOWN

Can we really afford to be so selectively blind?
If we dig too deep what would we find?
At authority's heart beats a dollar sign
Under such a regime we're all doing time
Striking with impunity
Hiding behind flags of immunity
Striking with impunity

Never say, you weren't warned
When they come to drag you away
To silence the dissident hiding in us all
They clench the fist of ordained might
From which side of the barbed wire
Do you want to see your life pass by?

In an ideal world
There'd be no need for law
No need for police
But in a society so sick
So obsessed with blind greed
Someone has to protect
The old and the weak

OFFICER DOWN
OFFICER DOWN
OFFICER DOWN

When reason dies behind closed doors
Face down in a cell in a pool of piss
It's time to fear what we should respect
It's time to question
Cause and effect

Who teaches the teachers?
Who makes laws for lawmakers?
When they read us our rights
What about human rights?

Never say, you weren't warned
When they come to drag you away
To silence the dissident hiding in us all
They clench the fist of ordained might
From which side of the barbed wire
Do you want to see your life pass by?

In an ideal world
There'd be no need for law
No need for police
But in a society so sick
So obsessed with blind greed
Someone has to protect
The old and the weak

[DuracellBunny97]

Resisting Tyrannical Government :

why don't we all strap bombs to our chests and ride our bikes to the next g-7 picnic? it seems easier with every clock tick. but whose will would that represent? mine? yours? the rank-and-file's? or better yet: the government's? but i don't want to catalyze or synthesize the second final solution. i don't want to be the steve smith of the revolution. do you see the analogy? we're the oilers. the world bank- the flames! and just 2 minutes remain in the 7th game of the best of 7 series! yeah, jesus saves! gretzky scores! the workers slave. the rich get more. one wrong move and we risk the cup. so play the man, not the puck. why don't we plant a mechanic virus and erase the memory of the machines that maintain this capitalist dynasty? and yes, i recognize the irony that the very system i oppose affords me the luxury of biting the hand that feeds. but that's exactly why priviledged fucks like me should feel obliged to whine and kick and scream- until everyone has everything they need.
why don't we all strap bombs to our chests and ride our bikes to the next g-7 picnic? it seems easier with every clock tick. but whose will would that represent? mine? yours? the rank-and-file's? or better yet: the government's? but i don't want to catalyze or synthesize the second final solution. i don't want to be the steve smith of the revolution. do you see the analogy? we're the oilers. the world bank- the flames! and just 2 minutes remain in the 7th game of the best of 7 series! yeah, jesus saves! gretzky scores! the workers slave. the rich get more. one wrong move and we risk the cup. so play the man, not the puck. why don't we plant a mechanic virus and erase the memory of the machines that maintain this capitalist dynasty? and yes, i recognize the irony that the very system i oppose affords me the luxury of biting the hand that feeds. but that's exactly why priviledged fucks like me should feel obliged to whine and kick and scream- until everyone has everything they need.

[Widerstand]

Ton Steine Scherben - Keine Macht Für Niemand

I'm not free and I can only vote
which thieves steal from me, which murderers command me
I've bled dry a thousand times and they've forgotten me
I've starved a thousand times and they had a fat belly

In the south, in the east, in the west, in the north
it's everywhere the same ones who murder us
in every city and every country
write the slogan on every wall
write the slogan on every wall
No power for no one!
No power for no one!

Tear down the walls that separate us
Come together people, meet each other
you're not better than the one next to you
no one got the right to rule over people

in the south, in the east, in the north, in the west
it's everywhere the same ones who blackmail us
in every city and every country
it's the slogan of our fight
it's the slogan of our fight
No power for no one!
No power for no one!

Come over brother, get in line
Come over sister, you're not alone
Come over mother, we're on the same side
Come over father, we want the same

in Augsburg, in München, Frankfurt, Saarbrücken
it's everywhere the same ones who oppress us
in every city and every country
make a fist with your hand
make a fist with your hand
No power for no one!
No power for no one!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dgSb67XXn0Q

[Metacomet]

Bruce Springsteen-The Ghost of Tom Joad

Men walkin' 'long the railroad tracks
Goin' someplace there's no goin' back
Highway patrol choppers comin' up over the ridge
Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge
Shelter line stretchin' round the corner
Welcome to the new world order
Families sleepin' in their cars in the southwest
No home no job no peace no rest

The highway is alive tonight
But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad

He pulls prayer book out of his sleeping bag
Preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag
Waitin' for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last
In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass
Got a one-way ticket to the promised land
You got a hole in your belly and gun in your hand
Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock
Bathin' in the city aqueduct

The highway is alive tonight
But where it's headed everybody knows
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
Waitin' on the ghost of Tom Joad

Now Tom said "Mom, wherever there's a cop beatin' a guy
Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries
Where there's a fight 'gainst the blood and hatred in the air
Look for me Mom I'll be there
Wherever there's somebody fightin' for a place to stand
Or decent job or a helpin' hand
Wherever somebody's strugglin' to be free
Look in their eyes Mom you'll see me."

The highway is alive tonight
But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes
I'm sittin' downhere in the campfire light
With the ghost of old Tom Joad

[Tim Finnegan]

Roaring Jack - "The Old Divide and Rule"

Now all my life I've lived beside
The waters that they call the Clyde
I build the ships and watch them glide
Down the Broomielaw, sir
Trudge to work in sleet and rain
Labour for another's gain
Know your place and don't complain
That's the rich man's law, sir

When I was young I read with pride
How Scotland's heroes fought and died
To keep the nation fortified
Against the English crown, sir
Scots wae hae with Wallace led
By clerics fancy were misled
Fought among themselves instead
By it were brought down, sir

When the Billy Boys were marching in the sash their fathers wore
The day they slew the Fenian crew three hundred years before
The gentry give a smile and lift their glasses to John Bull
Who keeps us all in poverty with the old divide and rule

The pipes did play the drums did beat
On heathered glen and cobbled street
The solemn tramp of marching feet
Returned the call to arms, sir
In the field where cattle grazed
Brother's hand to brother raised
Thus the name of God was praised
In the smoke of burning farms, sir

When the Billy Boys were marching in the sash their fathers wore
The day they slew the Fenian crew three hundred years before
The gentry give a smile and lift their glasses to John Bull
Who keeps us all in poverty with the old divide and rule

Oh would that I might see the day
When tyranny is swept away
Honest work for honest pay
Becomes the right of all, sir
As for gentile so for Jew
Protestant and Catholic too
Every race and every hue
Secure within four walls, sir

And the Billy Boy and Fenian together make a stand
To raise the flag of workers' power all across the land
Declare in the factory the office and the school
We'll put and end to poverty and the old divide and rule!

VSYPecZI_AI

[Property Is Robbery]

When I was young I was a single celled amoeba
Then I learned how to go to war over ideas
Now I’m into stripping mother earth of her resources
Waiting for the day that today is considered prehistoric
Standing on my last limb
Survived by a naked rush
This story was written in my genetic code x3
Standing on my last limb
Survived by a naked rush
This story was written
I don’t wanna but if I have to I’ll make a big mistake
There’s no judge or jury when you’re looking adrenaline in the face
Years of refinement to make this machine and
I’m gonna use it to the best of my ability
My body as my armor will protect my brain from bruising
Even though as it secretes its poisonous power I almost lose it
Vomit inducing, diluted in the blood
Cause if I ever got a full blast
The rush would be too much
You can hear the break in his "grown up" voice
You can feel the quiver when you shake his hand
You can give or take, it’s no one else’s choice
One day you’ll have to quit running and take a stand
And all the flags at half-mast
Part heavy heart, part pain in the ass
I was trained not to think just react
Sometimes when a person goes that far
They’re never coming back
Maybe we’ll evolve to a point where
Fear as an experience is no longer instinctual
But rather an emotion we use to enrich our understanding of
Why our human ancestors killed each other when they could have loved each other
One day we’ll be holding hands instead of grudges
We’ll eliminate our territorial circuits and know what love is
One day we’ll be holding hands instead of M-16s
Until then every human being is controlled by the fight


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[GallowsBird]

Bold Poachers


Concerning of three young men
One night in January
According laws contrary
A-poaching went straightway

They were inclined to ramble
Amongst the trees and brambles
A-firing at the pheasants
Which brought the keepers nigh

The keepers dared not enter
Nor cared the woods to venture
But outside near the centre
In them old bush they stood

The poachers they were tired
And to leave they were desired
At at last young Parkins fired
And spilled one keeper's blood

Fast homeward they were making
Nine pheasants they were taking
When another keeper faced them
They fired at him also

He on the ground lay crying
Just like some person dying
With no assistance nigh him
May God forgive their crime

Then they were taken with speed
All for that inhuman deed
It caused their hearts to bleed
For their young tender years

There seen before was never
Three brothers tried together
Three brothers condemned for poaching
Found guilty as they stood

Exiled in transportation
Two brothers they were taken
And the other hung as a token
May God forgive their crime

[BostonCharlie]

Two Jefferson Airplane songs but none of the insurrectionary stuff? :confused:

Lemme fix that for you.

We Can Be Together (1969)

We can be together
Ah you and me
We should be together

We are all outlaws in the eyes of Amerika
In order to survive we steal cheat lie forge fuck hide and deal
We are obscene lawless hideous dangerous dirty violent and young

We should be together
Come on all you people standing around
Our life's too fine to let it die and
We should be together

All your private property is
Target for your enemy
And your enemy is
We

We are forces of chaos and anarchy
Everything they say we are, we are
And we are very
Proud of ourselves

Up against the wall
Up against the wall motherfucker
Tear down the walls
Tear down the walls

Come on now together
Get it on together
Everybody together

We should be together
We should be together my friends
We can be together
We will be

We must begin here and now
A new continent of earth and fire
Tear down the walls
Come on now gettin' higher and higher
Tear down the walls
Tear down the walls
Won't you try

[Johnny Kerosene]

Life is whittled
Life's a riddle
Man's a fiddle that life plays on

When the day breaks, and the earth quakes
Life's a mistake all day long
Tell me, who gives a good goddamn
You'll never get out alive

Don't go dreaming
Don't go scheming
A man must test his mettle
In a crooked ol' world

Starving in the Belly
Starving in the Belly
Starving in the Belly of a whale
Starving in the Belly
Starving in the Belly
Starving in the Belly of a whale

Don't take my word
Just look skyward
They that dance must pay the fiddler
Sky is darkening
Dogs are barking
But the caravan moves on

Tell me who gives a good goddamn
You'll never get get out alive
Don't go dreaming
Don't go scheming
A man must test his mettle
In a crooked ol' world

Starving in the Belly
Starving in the Belly
Starving in the Belly of a whale
Starving in the Belly
Starving in the Belly
Starving in the Belly of a whale

As the crow flies
It's there the truth lies
At the bottom of the well
E-o-leven goes to heaven
Bless the dead here as the rain falls
Don't trust a bull's horn
A doberman's tooth
A runaway horse or me

Starving in the Belly
Starving in the Belly
Starving in the Belly of a whale
Starving in the Belly
Starving in the Belly
Starving in the Belly of a whale

Starving in the Belly of a Whale by Tom Waits

[The Sacred Sound]

Here is British neo-progressive band IQ's 6-part epic Harvest Of Souls, about the dangers of rampant capitalism and American imperialism:

I. First Of The Last

Long before the living past
Had ripped it all apart
Something still remained
Until It flashed back to the start
Where it stands, nobody saw
Behind the blackest eyes
Show them how you're stronger now
It pays to advertise wisely
Day after day with you in my head
I said some things I shouldn't have said
For reasons unknown that I now forget
I gave you no love, which I now regret

What I'd give to hear again
Those everlasting songs
Why did all the accidents
Contrive to fall at once?
Only day after day
with you in my thoughts
I never knew time was so short
For once in my life I wasn't alone
With blood on my hands,
How could I have known?

Used to be the great white hope
Once I walked on water
Now I barely stay afloat
Balance out of order
With every sympathy worn away
Who can I return to now?
For the time that I have left
I scan that cold horizon
Searching for a kindred soul,
Someone to rely upon
We disconnected and Heaven sent
Sheltered in dead air,
Hidden everywhere

II. The Wrong Host

The sky lights up above America
The world is lost but loves America
When the eyes of children
See the ones left standing
And the rest begin to finally understand
The hand of God defends America
And who would not defend America?

We've got light on our side
We're in pole position
So praise the Lord
And raise the ammunition high
Raise it high

Hide where you can
We will shoot you where you stand

I've walked a million miles
Upon an open road
And once in every while
Without the will to carry on
Hours held me too long
In one location

An old familiar tale,
A glory to behold
A work of genius,
The greatest story ever sold
As you sign on the line,
As you do what you're told
All you sell is your soul

I've been this way before
I've seen it many times
Collision on the track
The fiction turning into fact
No-one dares to look back
Best you start to prepare
For the harvest ahead
All you lose is yourself

III. Nocturne

I'm brought to life with a series of shocks
I realise that you are gone from my life
And still I cling to the fear of the dark
Don't follow them for
they don't care how you are

And I'm finding a way of being
Accepting life all alone
And I'm hoping I'll wake up seeing
A way to live on my own

It wasn't hard to believe in the lie
Although I've come to know it wasn't my fault
Why does the world continue to spin
While everything around me grinds to a halt?

And I'm finding a way of being
Accepting life all alone
And I'm hoping I'll wake up seeing
A way to live on my own

IV. Frame And Form

Mine is a real fine line
I get harder the higher I climb
Shine like a star so bright
Anybody can see anytime

No-one will want to follow
This will be gone tomorrow
We enter an age of permanent doubt
Where we communicate without words
But I must be heard
So I cut through the smoke and the noise

Mine is a real fine line
It imagines it's one of a kind

Goodbye to all expression
Farewell to superstition
We enter an age of permanent doubt
Where we communicate without words

And the noise expands
As it covers the lie of the land
Shine like a star so bright
Till we shut out the light,
Put out the fire
Cut through the smoke and the noise

Lately I've been talking to myself
Been remembering and doing little else
The road ahead is anything but clear
Last time around, where did we go from here?

V. Mortal Procession

What about some golden hours?
I was alive, certainly you were wrong
Anyone can be pursuaded
Given the time, we all scream alone
What about this good for nothing season again?,
Everything's come and gone
And I can't believe that I'm not watching you
I'm in a sorry state
Return to ordinary thoughts now
If you can
The words I hardly understand
Gather 'round me while I wait
What about those colder cowards
Arming against lost intelligence?
Anyone who saw me crawling there
would have known that I was normal once
Return to ordinary thoughts
Too young to take the stand
But old enough to kill anyone
HA!

In the days when love divided up the looks
No drastic means were used
like rod and hooks
To enhance what nature's sculptor
had designed
No augmentation needed to refine
In the valley of the dollar, we rejoice
For plastic is the currency of choice
And beauty born is strictly for the birds
Your cash is fine but credit is preferred

When I held myself aloft,
I walked across the water
Now I barely cut across,
Lives are getting shorter
And they open up another door
To a border far below
For the time that I'm allowed,
There's a new horizon
But a soul as cold as ice
Is nothing to rely upon

If I'm hanging onto angels' wings
Then I'm safer in the air

Do I still qualify, suspended from on high?
No other sanctuary have I

VI. Ghosts Of Days

And when the eyes of children
See past the ones left standing
And the time has surely come
To understand who we are

Slowly the fires are burning
Bearing their silent witness
And the living past returns
To reap the Harvest of Souls

[miltonwasfried...man]

ANTI FLAG - No Borders, No Nations.


I always thought if you want to change the world
Then you have to start with yourself
So if the heads of state want to end terrorism
They should go ahead and kill themselves

I will not sign my blind faith away
To an unjustly leader of the unjust police state
Corporate masters live in their cess pool
Of extreme wealth and excess
Whoa Oh

The phrase world leaders
Does not describe the heads of state
Those few in power
Work only for the corporate sake
No action, no interest, no humanity at all
As the corporate towers rise up
They watch the people fall

A governement run by the corporations of the world
Enslaving mothers, fathers, sons, and daughters
Profits put before people
Equal force, equal reaction
Equal suppression, equal intimidations
Equal propaganda, equal rebellion

We've got to make a change
No religions, sexual preference
And regardless of your race
We've got to make a change
No war, corporate run
Governements, no police state
We've got to make a change
For the good of the human race
And you still look me in the eye
And you still wonder why
Your cities fucking burn

No borders, no nations
No flags, no patriots

[Tim Finnegan]

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I come like a comet new born
Like the sun that arises at morning
I come like the furious tempest
That follows a thundercloud's warning
I come like the fiery lava
From cloud-covered mountains volcanic
I come like a storm from the north
That the oceans awake to in panic

I come because tyranny planted
My seed in the hot desert sand
I come because masters have kindled
My fury with every command
I come because man cannot murder
The life-giving seed in his veins
I come because liberty cannot
Forever be fettered by chains

I come because tyrants imagine
That mankind is only their throne
I come because peace has been nourished
By bullets and cannon alone
I come because one world is two
And we face one another with rage
I come because guards have been posted
To keep out the hope of the age

From earliest times the oppressed
Have awaked me and called me to lead them
I guided them out of enslavement
And brought them to high roads of freedom
I marched at the head of their legions
And hailed a new world at its birth
And now I shall march with the peoples
Until they unfetter the earth

And you, all you sanctified moneybags
Bandits anointed and crowned
Your counterfeit towers of justice
And ethics will crash to the ground
I'll send my good sword through your hearts
That have drained the world's blood in their lust
Smash all your crowns and your sceptres
And trample them into the dust

I'll rip off your rich purple garments
And tear them to rags and to shreds
Never again will their glitter
Be able to turn people's heads
At last your cold world will be robbed of
It's proud hypocritical glow
For we shall dissolve it as surely
As sunlight dissolves the deep snow

I'll tear down your cobweb morality
Shatter the old chain of lies
Catch all your blackhooded preachers
And choke them as though they were flies
I'll put a quick end to your heavens
Your gods that are deaf to all prayer
Scatter your futile old spirits
And clean up the earth and the air

And though you may choke me and shoot me
And hang me your toil is in vain
No dungeon, no gallows can scare me
Nor will I be frightened by pain
Each time I'll arise from the earth
And break through all your weapons of doom
Until you are finished forever
Until you are dust in the tomb

[Hebrew Hammer]

"...and stab bruno mars in his goddamn esophagus,
and won't stop until the cops come in,
I'm an over achiever, so how 'bout I start a team of leaders,
and pick up stevie wonder to be the wide receiver,
green paper, gold teeth and pregnant gold retrievers,
all I want, fuck money, diamonds and *****es, don't need 'em."-Yonkers, Tyler the Creator.

[anarchomaniac]

We make so many promises, and we keep hardly any
The least that we can say for ourselves
Is that we can laugh and we can cry
And we can steal what we need
And we're just as scared as anyone else struggling for sense

We've spent so many whole nights tearing the world limb from limb
And finding nothing but ourselves, and that's what scares us most of all
But when we're walking under streetlights
We know these buildings will never be as beautiful as us.

Huddled by the shortwave, cheering on the B.L.A.
We cried for the ones at Ludlow
And sang songs about those beautiful months in 1871
And I'd like to think we've done our best
We've been scared many a time, but we've never given in.

rosa ~ you can almost hold it in your hand

[futbolboy24]

"It has to start somewhere, it has to start sometime. What better place than here, what better time than now"

Rage Against The Machine
Guerrilla Radio

[Pretty Flaco]

I told her back it up like berp berp
I made that ass jump like jerp jerp

weezy

:rolleyes:

[the fencing revolutionary]

I do not know the exact lyrics to this song because the guy is very underground and know one has posted them, but a guy named Zearle he has a song called Like Tigers its free:thumbup1: to download all his music so just go to zearle.com P.S the download is safe and all his songs are amazing

[Il Medico]

.


The Soldiering Life

Ambling madly all over the town
The call to arms you liken to a whisper,
I liken to a radio.
You were a brickbat, a bowery tuff, so rough
They culled you from a cartoon
Pulled out of your pantaloons.

But you,
My brother in arms,
I'd rather I'd lose my limbs
Than let you come to harm.

But you ,
My bombazine doll,
The bullets may singe your skin
And the mortars may fall.

But I,
I never felt so much life
Than tonight
Huddled in the trenches,
Gazing on the battle field,
Our rifles blaze away;
We blaze away.

Corporal Bradley of regiment five
In proud array standing by the bathing
Soldiers and the stevedores.
We laid on the mattress and tumbled to sleep
Our eyes aligned, swaddled in our civies
Cradled in our dungarees.

But you,
My brother in arms,
I'd rather I'd lose my limbs
Than let you come to harm.

But you,
My bombazine doll,
The bullets may singe your skin
And the mortars may fall.

But I,
I never felt so much life
Than tonight
Huddled in the trenches,
Gazing on the battle field
Our rifles blaze away;
We blaze away.
We blaze away.
We blaze away.

[00000000000]

ifwhiteamericatoldthetruthforonedayit'sworldwouldf allapart - Manic Street Preachers

Images of perfection, suntan and napalm
Granada, Haiti, Poland, Nicaragua
Who shall we choose for our morality?
I'm thinking right now of Hollywood tragedy
Big Mac, smack, Phoenix R, please smile y'all
Cuba, Mexico can't cauterize our discipline
Your idols speak so much of the abyss
Yet your morals only run as deep as the surface

Cool, groovy, morning, fine
Tipper Gore was a friend of mine
I love a free country
The stars and stripes and an apple for mommy

(Conservatives say) There's ain't no black in the Union Jack
(Democrats say) There's not enough white in the Stars and Stripes

Compton, Harlem, a pimp fucked a priest
The qhite man has just found a new moral saviour
Vital stats; how white was their skin?
Important, just another inner-city drive-by thing
Morning-fine-serve your first coffee of the day
Real privelage, it will take your problems all away
Number one, the best, no excuse from me
I am here to serve the moral majority
Cool, groovy, morning, fine
Tipper Gore was a friend of mine
I love a free country
The stars and stripes and an apple for mommy

Zapruder, the first to masturbate
The world's first taste of crucified grace

(And we say) There's not enough black in the Union Jack
(And we say) There's too much white in the Stars and Stripes

Fuck the Brady Bill
Fuck the Brady Bill
If God made man they say Sam Colt made them equal

[Obs]

Put in work, but have
soft hands.

[Tim Finnegan]

"Salford Town" (Dubliners version)

I've never been out of Salford Town, the place where I was born
Except when I was in the ranks and wore a uniform
But I'd sooner never travel, if the only way to see the world
Is through the battle sights of a Mark Four 303

I've got a little baby, he's the apple of my eye
When I think about his future my thoughts take wing and fly
What kind of future can there be with planes and tanks and guns
And flying high and dropping bombs on other people's sons

I'd like to see the whole wide world, all North, South, East and West
I'd like to travel everywhere with the girl that I love best
But I'll die right here beside the jewel all my life before I'll stand
In some other country with a bayonet in my hand

I work each day upon the docks and I watch the ships come in
And no-one asks to see the colour of a sailor's skin
Side by side they're working, men from Norway, China, Greece
Why can't the statesmen do the same, and let us live in peace

eZq-KvACUtA

[No_Leaders]

Johnny Hobo and the Freight Trains - "Free As The Rent We Don't Pay"

Well we can do just what we please,
But we can never turn on the heat
And every night's a blackout in this place
We get the bills, but we don't pay, no, we don't pay
And I guess you're right 'cause all of my friends are drug addicts
And I guess you're right 'cause this really is a pretty gross mattress
But I'd rather sleep with junkies than with angels
As the moonlight turns all of us to werewolves
And sunrise, it's just a gorgeous bedtime,
The way the light hits the cheap wine.

Well I can do just what I want,
And that's getting drunk in Vermont
Down by the bridge with the Colt 45
Sipping and watching them pigs drive by, drive by
And I guess you're right 'cause we're just a bunch of alcoholics
And I guess you're right 'cause we ain't taking down the system tomorrow
Sometimes anarchy should mean burning a black flag
And utopia should mean no paper bags
And maybe our hundred drunk mistakes
Could add up to smash the State, smash the State
Smash the State! And I hope that is the case,
'Cause otherwise we'll never get out of this place.

[The Dark Side of the Moon]

Stan bush- the touch


You got the touch!
You got the power!
Yeah!

After all is said and done, you've never walked, you've never run
You're a winner!
Got the moves, you know the street. Break the rules, take the heat!
You're nobody's fool!
You're at your best, when the going gets rough!
You've been put to the test, but it's never enough!

You got the touch, you got the power!
When all hell's breakin' loose, you'll be right in the eye of the storm!
You got the heart, you got the motion!
You know that when things get too tough, you got the Touch!

You never bend, you never break! You seem to know just what it takes
You're a fighter!
It's in the blood, it's in the will! It's in the mighty hands of steel
When you're standin' you're ground!
And you never get hit, when your back's to the wall!
Gonna fight to the end, and you're takin' it all!

You got the touch, you got the power!
When all hell's breakin' loose, you'll be right in the eye of the storm!
You got the heart, you got the motion!
You know that when things get too tough, you got the Touch!

You fighting fire with fire!
You know you got the touch!

You're at your best, when the going gets rough!
You've been put to the test, but it's never enough!
You got the touch!
You got the power!
Yeah!

You got the touch!
You got the power!

Touch!

[TheGeekySocialist]

OBEDIENCE TO THE LAW IS FREE DESIRE
UNDER CURFEW FROM NEON BARBED WIRE
WASTING AWAY THIS COUNTRY, WEARING LIKE A BORN DEAD
FREE HEROIN SHOTS FOR THOSE THAT NEVER BEG
SPECTATORS OF SUICIDE
DEMOCRACY IS AN EMPTY LIE
DEAD LIKE OUR YESTERDAYS TONIGHT
THE ONLY FREE CHOICE IS REFUSAL TO PAY
LIFE REDUCED TO SUICIDAL PAIN
CIGARETTES A LIFE-LINE, IT'S SAFETY IN DEATH
CHOKING ON BILLBOARDS, ADVERTISED AND FED
SPECTATORS OF SUICIDE
DEMOCRACY IS AN EMPTY LIE
DEAD LIKE OUR YESTERDAYS TONIGHT
YOU'RE GONNA SHOOT US DEAD WITH DECADENCE

Manic Street Preachers - Spectators of Suicide :cool:

[Streetwaves]

They just sit there on their overfed arse
Feeding off the sweat of less fortunate class
Keep their fucking power cause their finger's on the button,
Got control and won't let it be forgotten.
Truth of their reality is at the wrong end of a gun,
Proof of that is Belfast and that's no fucking fun.
Seeing the squaddy lying in the front yard,
Seeing the machine guns resting on the fence.
Finding the entrance to your own front door is barred
Got the fucking nerve to call it defense.
Seems their defense is just the threat of strength,
Protection for the privileged at any length.
Government protecting their profits from the poor,
Rich and the fortunate chaining up the door.
Afraid that the people may ask for a little more
Than the shit they get. The shit they get.

Probably posted before.

[Huey P. Newton1233]

Bin Laden Didn't Blow The Projects
It was you N****
Tell the truth N****
Bush knocked down the towers
I pledge no allegiance
N**** f*** the presidents speeches
Im baptized by america and covered in leeches....

[Charlie Watt]

Cops kill youth at the station
Riot breaks out at the demonstration
You get nicked for doing a pig
Senile rich scumbag in a judges wig
Says

GUILTY - Of fighting back
GUILTY - Of a vicious attack
GUILTY - Of standing your ground
GUILTY - you're going down

B.N.P. scum march on your street
A fascist threat that we must meet
Bricked and bottled they're soon stopped
But now you're standing in the dock

GUILTY - Of taking no more
GUILTY - Of defying their law
GUILTY - See the judge's frown
GUILTY - You're going down

Cancer research - lies and fraud
Vivisection lab - booted down the door
Trashed the place till there's nothing left
Victory to the A.L.F.!

GUILTY - Of daring to care
GUILTY - So you better beware
GUILTY - Free animals from hell
GUILTY - Your reward is a cell

Coming out the wine bar - rich scumbag in a bowler
You take his money and trash his Roller
Stinking rich parasite flaunts his wealth
While you're living on the pavement in hunger and ill health
Yet it's you who gets locked up - your crime is being poor
Another prisoner of the class war
Rotting in a prison - social control
For those of us in poverty and on the dole
I said, I said who's next? It could be you or me
Support the prisoners - support the A.B.C.
Don't forget those on the inside
We must give them all the support that we can provide

Motorway planned through ancient wood
S.S.S.I.s could be lost for good
In defence of our earth you strike on night
Blazing vehicles burning bright

GUILTY - Of defending the earth
GUILTY - Yours by right of birth
GUILTY - Now you're doing time
GUILTY - Who commits the real crime?

Yes we're guilty - guilty and proud
Guilty of standing out from the crowd
Guilty of caring - or just being poor
To resist is our duty when injustice is law

GUILTY - Hate your laws and your system
GUILTY - We're gonna resist them
GUILTY - And if some get caught
GUILTY - We're gonna give them support - Guilty by Oi Polloi

The ALF stuff aint really my thing, but it's a fantastic song.

[Chambered Word]

Cops kill youth at the station
Riot breaks out at the demonstration
You get nicked for doing a pig
Senile rich scumbag in a judges wig
Says

GUILTY - Of fighting back
GUILTY - Of a vicious attack
GUILTY - Of standing your ground
GUILTY - you're going down

B.N.P. scum march on your street
A fascist threat that we must meet
Bricked and bottled they're soon stopped
But now you're standing in the dock

GUILTY - Of taking no more
GUILTY - Of defying their law
GUILTY - See the judge's frown
GUILTY - You're going down

Cancer research - lies and fraud
Vivisection lab - booted down the door
Trashed the place till there's nothing left
Victory to the A.L.F.!

GUILTY - Of daring to care
GUILTY - So you better beware
GUILTY - Free animals from hell
GUILTY - Your reward is a cell

Coming out the wine bar - rich scumbag in a bowler
You take his money and trash his Roller
Stinking rich parasite flaunts his wealth
While you're living on the pavement in hunger and ill health
Yet it's you who gets locked up - your crime is being poor
Another prisoner of the class war
Rotting in a prison - social control
For those of us in poverty and on the dole
I said, I said who's next? It could be you or me
Support the prisoners - support the A.B.C.
Don't forget those on the inside
We must give them all the support that we can provide

Motorway planned through ancient wood
S.S.S.I.s could be lost for good
In defence of our earth you strike on night
Blazing vehicles burning bright

GUILTY - Of defending the earth
GUILTY - Yours by right of birth
GUILTY - Now you're doing time
GUILTY - Who commits the real crime?

Yes we're guilty - guilty and proud
Guilty of standing out from the crowd
Guilty of caring - or just being poor
To resist is our duty when injustice is law

GUILTY - Hate your laws and your system
GUILTY - We're gonna resist them
GUILTY - And if some get caught
GUILTY - We're gonna give them support - Guilty by Oi Polloi

The ALF stuff aint really my thing, but it's a fantastic song.

True. Let The Boots Do The Talking was awesome, but otherwise I'm not keen on Oi Polloi.

[Tim Finnegan]

No Gods and Precious Few Heroes - Dick Gaughan (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F3aniiKuxL8)

I was listening to the news the other day
I heard a fat politician who had the nerve to say
He was proud to be Scottish, by the way
With the glories of our past to remember
"Here's tae us, wha's like us", listen to the cry
No surrender to the truth and here's the reason why
The power and the glory's just another bloody lie
They use to keep us all in line

For there's no gods and there's precious few heroes
But there's plenty on the dole in the land o the leal
And it's time now to sweep the future clear
Of the lies of a past that we know was never real

Farewell to the heather in the glen
They cleared us off once and they'd do it all again
For they still prefer sheep to thinking men
Ah, but men who think like sheep are even better
There's nothing much to choose between the old laird and the new
They still don't give a damn for the likes of me and you
Just mind you pay your rent to the factor when it's due
And mind your bloody manners when you pay!

For there's no gods and there's precious few heroes
But there's plenty on the dole in the land o the leal
And it's time now to sweep the future clear
Of the lies of a past that we know was never real

And tell me will we never hear the end
Of puir bluidy Charlie at Culloden yet again?
Though he ran like a rabbit down the glen
Leavin better folk than him to be butchered
Or are you sittin in your Council house, dreamin o your clan?
Waiting for the Jacobites to come and free the land?
Try going down the broo with your claymore in your hand
And count all the Princes in the queue!

For there's no gods and there's precious few heroes
But there's plenty on the dole in the land o the leal
And it's time now to sweep the future clear
Of the lies of a past that we know was never real

So don't talk to me of Scotland the Brave
For if we don't fight soon there'll be nothing left to save
Or would you rather stand and watch them dig your grave
While you wait for the Tartan Messiah?
He'll lead us to the Promised Land with laughter in his eye
We'll all live on the oil and the whisky by and by
Free heavy beer! Pie suppers in the sky!
Will we never have the sense to learn?

That there's no gods and there's precious few heroes
But there's plenty on the dole in the land o the leal
And I'm damned sure that there's plenty live in fear
Of the day we stand together with our shoulders at the wheel
Aye there's no Gods

[TheGodlessUtopian]

"I am soaked with the sins of knowing what's gone wrong" -Rise Against,Life Less Frightening.

Among my favorite lyrics in a Rise Against song.

[marl]

Ashes In The Fall - Rage Against the Machine



A mass of hands press on the market window
Ghosts of progress
Dressed in slow death
Feeding on hunger
And glaring through the promise
Upon the food that rots slowly in the aisle
A mass of nameless at the oasis
That hides the graves beneath the master's hill
Are buried for drinking
The river's water
While shackled to the line
At the empty well

This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground

Listen to the fascist sing
"Take hope here
War is elsewhere
You were chosen
This is god's land
Soon we'll be free
Of blot and mixture
Seeds planted by our
Forefather's hand"

A mass of promises
Begin to rupture
Like the pockets
Of the new world kings
Like swollen stomachs
In Appalachia
It's the priests that fuck you
As they whisper holy things
A mass of tears have transformed to stones now
Sharpened on suffering
And woven into slings
Hope lies in the rubble of this rich fortress
Taking today what tomorrow never brings

This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground

Ain't it funny how the factory doors close
Round the time that the school doors close
Round the time that the doors of the jail cells
Open up to greet you like the reaper

Ain't it funny how the factory doors close
Round the time that the school doors close
Round the time that the doors of the jail cells
Open up to greet you like the reaper

This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground

Like ashes in the fall

[Die Rote Fahne]

"S-o-c-i-a-l-i-s-m's the only way" Sam Roberts - Canadian Dream

[NewLeft]

"S-o-c-i-a-l-i-s-m's the only way" Sam Roberts - Canadian Dream

The irony is that the song on youtube gives me this error message:
This video contains content from UMG. It is not available in your country.

[Joseph S.]

Baby, I've been waiting,
I've been waiting night and day.
I didn't see the time,
I waited half my life away.
There were lots of invitations
and I know you sent me some,
but I was waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
I know you really loved me.
but, you see, my hands were tied.
I know it must have hurt you,
it must have hurt your pride
to have to stand beneath my window
with your bugle and your drum,
and me I'm up there waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

Ah I don't believe you'd like it,
You wouldn't like it here.
There ain't no entertainment
and the judgements are severe.
The Maestro says it's Mozart
but it sounds like bubble gum
when you're waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

Waiting for the miracle
There's nothing left to do.
I haven't been this happy
since the end of World War II.

Nothing left to do
when you know that you've been taken.
Nothing left to do
when you're begging for a crumb
Nothing left to do
when you've got to go on waiting
waiting for the miracle to come.

I dreamed about you, baby.
It was just the other night.
Most of you was naked
Ah but some of you was light.
The sands of time were falling
from your fingers and your thumb,
and you were waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come

Ah baby, let's get married,
we've been alone too long.
Let's be alone together.
Let's see if we're that strong.
Yeah let's do something crazy,
something absolutely wrong
while we're waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

Nothing left to do ...

When you've fallen on the highway
and you're lying in the rain,
and they ask you how you're doing
of course you'll say you can't complain --
If you're squeezed for information,
that's when you've got to play it dumb:
You just say you're out there waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
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[Joseph S.]

Chris Isaak - Wicked Game

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do
I'd never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you
I'd never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you

No I don't want to fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
No I don't want to fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
With you
With you (this girl is only gonna break your heart)

What a wicked game you played to make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do to let me dream of you
What a wicked thing to say you never felt this way
What a wicked thing to do to make me dream of you

And I don't want to fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
No I don't want to fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
With you

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do
I'd never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you
I'd never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you

No I don't want to fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
No I don't want to fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
With you (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
With you (this girl is only gonna break your heart)

No I...(this girl is only gonna break your heart)
(This girl is only gonna break your heart)

Nobody loves no one
UAOxCqSxRD0

Btw anny one who knows in wat comic(aduilt)this song was on the radio?
Think it is from the early 90.
I remember something about a bullterrior and a sort of Harley Davidson and the Marlboroman plaine junk yard ending.

[Искра]

Electric Wizard - Chosen Few

hail covens this is it
a 1000 amps toll the end time riff
the sky a coffin lid
all condemned beneath its shadow
the chosen few, the chosen knew
spelled out in the stars his prophecy
raise your fists now you exist
the bell of doom strikes 13th hour

the time has come
all the chosen time to put down your bongs
take up a knife end all life
legalise drugs and murder
satanas luciferus we pledge these souls to you
now satans slaves, your lives weren't saved
die now in the shadow of the pentagram

the chosen few, look up in the sky
the chosen few, waiting for the sign
the chosen few, still children of the grave
Satan's slaves

[The Cheshire Cat]

"Feel Like I'm Fixing To Die"

Come on all of you big strong men
Uncle Sam needs your help again
he's got himself in a terrible jam
way down yonder in Viet Nam so
put down your books and pick up a gun we're
gonna have a whole lotta fun


And it's one, two, three, what are we fighting for
don't ask me I don't give a damn, next stop is Viet Nam
And it's five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates
ain't no time to wonder why, whoopee we're all gonna die

Come on wall street don't be slow
why man this war is a go-go
there's plenty good money to be made by
supplying the army with the tools of its trade
let's hope and pray that if they drop the bomb,
they drop it on the Viet Cong

Come on generals, let's move fast
your big chance has come at last
now you can go out and get those reds
cos the only good commie is the one that's dead and
you know that peace can only be won when we've
blown 'em all to kingdom come

Come on mothers throughout the land
pack your boys off to Viet Nam
come on fathers don't hesitate
send your sons off before it's too late
and you can be the first ones on your block
to have your boy come home in a box

It's a song from Country Joe and the Fish. The best version is the one Country Joe played solo on Woodstock 1969.

[tachosomoza]

In 1649
To St. George’s Hill,
A ragged band they called the Diggers
Came to show the people’s will
They defied the landlords
They defied the laws
They were the dispossessed reclaiming what was theirs

We come in peace they said
To dig and sow
We come to work the lands in common
And to make the waste ground grow
This earth divided
We will make whole
So it will be
A common treasury for all

The sin of property
We do disdain
No man has any right to buy and sell
The earth for private gain
By theft and murder
They took the land
Now everywhere the walls
Spring up at their command

They make the laws
To chain us well
The clergy dazzle us with heaven
Or they damn us into hell
We will not worship
The God they serve
The God of greed who feed the rich
While poor folk starve

We work we eat together
We need no swords
We will not bow to the masters
Or pay rent to the lords
Still we are free
Though we are poor
You Diggers all stand up for glory
Stand up now

From the men of property
The orders came
They sent the hired men and troopers
To wipe out the Diggers’ claim
Tear down their cottages
Destroy their corn
They were dispersed
But still the vision lingers on

You poor take courage
You rich take care
This earth was made a common treasury
For everyone to share
All things in common
All people one
We come in peace
The orders came to cut them down

The World turned Upside Down - Billy Bragg

[Joseph S.]

Armand - "Ben ik te min" (Dutch)
Wil je blijven, okay
Het heeft toch geen enkele zin
Als je me maar niet ziet als het jochie met de rozen
Want dan stort je hele droomwereld in
Jij was, zoals ze dat noemen, het idealistische type
Maar daar heb je nu verrekte weinig meer van
Je bent nu net zo materialistisch als ik
Maar hoe wil je 't, hoe wil je 't in Godsnaam anders dan

refr.:
Ben ik te min
Ben ik te min omdat je ouders meer poen hebben dan de mijne
Ben ik te min
Ben ik te min omdat je pa in een grotere kar rijdt dan de mijne

En toch wil je blijven
Maar je pa die wil het niet
Ik denk dat je beter kunt gaan
En je moeder, die doe je ook veel verdriet
Als je thuiskomt zal ze zeggen "wat doe je me aan"
Jouw moeder die ik moest aanhoren met haar achterlijk gezwam
Over de studie van je broer
En dat je pa zo'n succesvol zakenman was
Met andere woorden: wat ben jij een boer

refr.

Maar kijk uit, je bent het niet gewend
Om te vreten van de straat
Als je lichamelijk maar niet belangrijk vind
Want dat is het in feite niet waar het om gaat
En als je 't aankunt, nou, kom dan gerust weer
En anders dan donder je maar op
Want het is echt niet dat ik niets om je geeft
Maar zo duw je je hoofd in een strop
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[TheGodlessUtopian]

Chevelle, Letter From a Thief

They know what everybody knows
Better sit a letter from a thief says
Why lead when everybody sleeps
So few ways to
Cover up the old wounds
Lost in a finger forced to lie
This sends us medicating
Through it all

If you ever enter my mind
Stay there, you'll live
Defend it off and fool them all
Stay there

Faceless, so little there to judge
Left wing, let's separate the cold out
Opposites, we never need to tell
One sting, I found I'm having to,
I'm having to

If you ever enter my mind
Stay there, you'll live
Defend it off and fool them all
Stay there, you'll live
Defend it off and fool them all

Solitude, waste of a man
This fades as soon as the sun sets

I now own this fatal role that lives
Imagine here's a better feel
Told to dissolve or choose to fade
Or stay here
you'll live

If you ever enter my mind
Stay there, you'll live
Defend it off and fool them all
Stay there, you'll live

If you ever enter my mind
Stay there, you'll live
Defend it off and fool them all
Stay there
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Youtube link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7YMc6P6UDMk

[HSstriker]

to me the most important lyric in my life is still "with a golden heart comes a rebel fist" from bandits of the acoustic revolution's - here's to life, epic song, great singer/songwriter :)

[Aflameoffreedom]

I'll be posting vids of poems and my music once I can post links.
...

Generation of humanity tragedies
Of horrific realities
Capitalist casualties
Property is theft, slavery is murder mentality
Rebels mobilize for class war, to the battle streets
-
Crush every wall and border, pulverize every pig, politician and lawyer
Liberate the children soldiers blindly following orders
Support your local Black bloc
Attack cops to the back drop fire gas fast rocks
And riot blast shots on film to wired state bots
Media waves to the slaves get those anonymous antagonist anarchists full of rage caught!
But they can’t stop
Us from fighting back
The state forced us to violently react
And to carry the hatchet to the concrete jungle of prejudice to slash, snap and hack
To crack and smash the state in half
To exterminate sick pigs and rascist racing rats trying to sell you consumer crap
Direct action
Red, green, purple, pink every anarchist faction
Our many flags don’t leave us split like fractions
The defiant black of night unites bloc knights and ignites oppression reaction
Resistance, sabotage breaking laws, freedom and equality the cause
Destroy masters and gods capitalist dog eat dogs because all is for all!
Stand in front of tanks and burn banks and shove the wrench in the system’s cogs and cranks than put nails to planks go to whatever lengths to build a world where we all have something to eat and clean water to drink
Towards a society based on common need where we all have a place to sleep, this planet produces enough to feed so why the fuck do billions have to suffer and die because of capitalist greed?!
Stand up and fight for individual liberty, for you and for me
For he and for she and every gender in between
Anarchy for a new world, all equal and all free!

[Aflameoffreedom]

Rappers and assholes think it makes you tougher demeaning queers
Well the working class unites with gays fighting back
Giving homophobes something to fear
Born gay and they stay
Don’t matter what they say
Leave minorities alone
Or the bullets they will spray
And erase
your racism sexism
The free have risen
I’ll start a fight
For gay rights and ignite the far right
Yo masculinity is being violent? Load of bullshit
I would dress in drag with a wool wig
And pull clips whole mag shot right in your hip
I roll with the worst bricks in a purse that’ll put yo ass inside a hearse
Who gives a fuck if he’s a flamboyant fag
Push your luck get cut and wind up in a body bag
The dykes I roll wit will come fisting
Cause sexual orientation isn’t something to use for dissing
You fascist motherfuckers really think being gay means you’re weak?
The fash is one of the only things they smash harder than ass cheeks
Im full of jokes but let me talk on a serious note
Teens are children and they’re hanging by ropes breath leaving their throats because of plenty bully’n Christians
So I’m the antichrist if homophobia
Is a part of your religion
Or if it involves the oppression of any women
Lesbians gays and trans always welcome in an anarchist milita
Eatn pussy or suckn dick we still can all get violent and vicious
We’re here for the Class War
And we all agree
The rich are delicious
And if you think the shit I spit is just ficticous
You can talk your hate at the bottom of a lake to the damn fishes
Faggots bash back circle A on the patch
Molotovs packed in the back nap sack side of the black jacket
Black and pink
Blood’ll be the last thing your bigot ass ever drinks
Me and faggots stappn lead on bonehead’s kicks
So when they take the hit and the dip they sink quick
‘I should have never fucked with the black and pink’ It’ll be the last thing you homophobic bastards think
A good bonehead is only one that’s gone dead
Revolutionary far left anarchists and the reds
Making ‘faggot’
The last thing you ever said.

[Aflameoffreedom]

Fuck you rapists!
We’ll never stay silent
While there is physical and mental assault and sexual violence
It doesn’t matter what clothes we have on
Or if we have none
Or if we’re passed out on alcohol or drugs
The trauma and pain you cause will not be forgiven and can not be undone
With incredible courage we move forward and stand strong
Do not push us to guns, remember you rapists can’t run
We will no longer be victims of society as men in suits
Claim she’s dressed like a ‘slut’ and it is her fault what a rapist will do
End rape culture, stop raping
Or rapists and accomplishes we’ll be coming for you
Coming for you in anonymous groups
With clubs, bats, purse bags filled with bricks, heels and steel toe boots
Touch someone without their consent and you lose
Get your gentials cracked With platinum heeled pink shoes
So much for your balls being a pair of two
Fucking listen
Cause we are not your defenseless victims
Boyfriend, husband, boss, church leader, copper, damn politician
Listen
Or get a chopped circumcision
Don’t make the decision to be blinded by the patriarchy in your vision
Females, males, transgendered, we have more than our voice
So you better make sure when having sex there’s a ‘yes’, consent and a choice
And another thing,
Keep your fucking rules and laws off a woman’s body!
Pro-choice, towards feminist total equality.
…
Solidarity to every survivor of rape and of sexual abuse, to every person fighting against rape culture, sexism and patriarchy. To all survivors, you are beautiful, you are amazing, and you are incredibly strong.

[Aflameoffreedom]

Class War Music
Make you lose it
Direct Action
You know
Just do it
_

Approaching anti-capitalist climatic attack
Sporadic wrath relapse
Direct action black bloc
Sabotage black cat
Crossing your path
Burn cash and bashing the fash
Recycling glass
To turn parliament and police stations to rubble and ash
We only see a better world built on
The ashes of this one
By any means it takes more than clubs, stones, petrol bombs, if it takes guns
The time has come the tyrants’ reigns are done
From the Arab spring to all over the world until freedom is won
But only if we stand and fight back will they one day call it
The end of blood soaked cheques and oil stained wallets
Drink tear gas like a sitting liberal and play a violin
Not pushed to the edge of needed retaliation violence?
Or stand on your feet and for freedom
Do what’s needed for effective fighting
_
Fuck the police from the West to the East
Whose streets? Our damn streets!
So give them what they asked for
No War, No War but the Class War
So give them what they asked for
No War, No War but the Class War
_

The fash can snack on lead
I’ll attack the Feds
Beat em black and red
Like the color of my flag
I’m coming with a roar
Raging class warefare
Tear gas and flares
Fire glass tears the air
Coproaches get burned like hot roaches
From the cop poacha
Im a boast I’m the most crazy with the jokes with puns of cops thoats choked and cracked yokes
So I’ll grab bats like swords and put bruises and sores on cop’s pores be knockn em to the floor in the class war

-
Fuck the police from the West to the East
Whose streets? Our damn streets!
So give them what they asked for
No War, No War but the Class War
So give them what they asked for
No War, No War but the Class War

-

No doughnuts for the slow cop
Cop eat knuckles
You’re in trouble
Here’s a ticket on your head where I kick it cause your knees unbuckled
Piece of pig shit on the hit list take it too far and get your wrist slit
smash your bastard ass with a boot on my far left
Only type of pig vegans want to see bludgeoned in the chest
Outlaw but look who’s on the run
By the way you can’t make an arrest on what you can’t catch son
Arson for anyone, who’s a mindless puppet of the state with a badge and a gun”
Give a message to your masters
To better be obsessed with a bullet proof vest
We’ll be killing suits next CEO’s get wrecked
Strangle with their own tie around their neck
Leave psychopaths crippled and decrepit
Politician protection hopeless with the coming insurrection
Let them choke in order of votes from the pointless election
Cure for the planet comes with Class War Music selection
Verbal weapon lyrical surgical
Masters get murked in the system dissection
The resistance, insurrections, the conception, revolutionary perfection
Cause class is still in session
Capitalistic eternal crisis and recession
So we’ll teach the ruling class a lesson
Working class power has striked the fucking hour
_

Fuck the police from the West to the East
Whose streets? Our damn streets!
So give them what they asked for
No War, No War but the Class War
So give them what they asked for
No War, No War but the Class War!
_

Militant in my stand for the cause
Intelligent but I maul when I brawl
If you want to be free you have to be an outlaw
Brass on my paws with saws and claws riot with riot dogs
Use savage shanks nails stick’n out of planks to smash the banks
Like Tienanmen square I stand in front of tanks
Break the chains of your mind and change with the times
Fight throw stones like your fighting for freedom of Palestine
For every indigenous people facing genocide
Don’t let the people get divided strong when united so it’s decided get the Molotovs and we’ll light it
End the reign of capitalist corruption
Overthrow and expropriate the means of production
We are humans not drones of greed and consumption
So In love and rage bring the liberation eruption!
Insurrections
Revolution!
...
…

[Vladimir Innit Lenin]

Punk rock has the power to change the world,
It lies in every single punk rock boy and girl,
So don't let anyone tell you you're not worth the earth,
These streets are your streets, this turf is your turf,
Don't let anyone tell you that you've got to give in,
Cos you can make a difference, you can change everything,
Just let your dreams be your pilot, your imagination your fuel,
Tear up the book and write your own damn rules,
Use all that heart, hope and soul that you've got,
And the love and the rage that you feel in your gut,
And realise that the other world that you're always looking for,
Lies right here in front of us, just outside this door,
And it's up to you to go out there and paint the canvas,
After all, you were put on the earth to do this,
So shine your light so bright that all can see,
Take pride in being whoever the fuck you want to be,
Throw your fist in the air in solidarity,
And shout "Viva la punk, just one life, anarchy"

From 'What If Punk Never Happened', The King Blues

[Dzo Komunjara]

Kultur Shock - Don't shoot me (Gipsy Punk)

Many years ago I met the solider
Didn't mean it- just was following the orders
Felt no glory, no pride, no faith, no honnor
any more
I looked at the eyes of squat of fire
No desire, just cold confused & tired
Real fear you know
when you're not afraid any more
Just wanna go home
Djelem djelem
Lungo ne dro mesa
Maladilem shukare romenca
Kai sem devla chororo
Bahtalo!
Don't shoot me
Cause you never gonna sleep
your country's not worth your tears
Rich man fears the wrath of terror
Poor man fears a war
Rich man's war is poor man terror
Terror's poor man's war

[TheGeekySocialist]

always feeling torn and slow
love song cull destroy poem
misery and trauma making love
best go shoot the fucking doves
the past is so beautiful
the future like a corpse in the snow
I think it's all the fucking same
It's a life sentence babe
A line of vodka tears inside
A shot of boredom helps my mind
Staring through a thousand dead eyes
I guess my nerves are brutalised
Lips I kiss just another plague
Love can't fix the hole they made
Condemned to rock and roll
No innocent exit when hope dies
And claustrophobia buys my mind
I ran to breathe contagious lies
No reason for just living life
Ripcord opens but my soul is cold
With you I never felt more alone
Skin never sweating dignity
Kept my line beneath ecstasy
This fragile prison of sanity
An ocean wave to death babe
Masochistic love going nowhere
You're nothing pestilence a seed
Lips I kiss just another plague
Love can't fix the hole they made
Condemned to rock and roll
Oblivions all we know
There's nothing I want to see
There's nowhere I want to go
Condemned to rock and roll
Sterile like a line of piss, Motherfucker
Review with avante garde lips, you're just a motherfucker
There's nothing I want to see
There's nowhere I want to go

(Condemned to Rock n Roll by Manic Street Preachers)

my current fave song and lyrics