Oh I marched to the battle of New Orleans At the end of the early British war The young land started growing The young blood started flowing 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
It's always the old to lead us to the war 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
I also had not heard that song before, excellent! I like the lines hi lighted...in that we've won with a sabre and a gun next we'll win with rockets and chemicals......will it be worth it all?
Peace
*We CAN bomb the World to pieces, but we CAN'T bomb it into PEACE*...Michael Franti
*MUSIC IS the expression of EMOTION.....and that POLITICS IS merely the DECOY of PERCEPTION*
.....song_Music & Politics....Michael Franti
*The scientists of today think deeply instead of clearly. One must be sane to think clearly, but one can think deeply and be quite INSANE*....Nikola Tesla(a man who shaped our world of electricity with his futuristic inventions)
Please allow me to introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste I've been around for a long, long year Stole many a man's soul and faith And I was 'round when Jesus Christ Had his moment of doubt and pain Made damn sure that Pilate Washed his hands and sealed his fate Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game I stuck around St. Petersburg When I saw it was a time for a change Killed the czar and his ministers Anastasia screamed in vain I rode a tank Held a general's rank When the blitzkrieg raged And the bodies stank Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name, oh yeah Ah, what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, oh yeah I watched with glee While your kings and queens Fought for ten decades For the gods they made I shouted out, "Who killed the Kennedys?" When after all It was you and me Let me please introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste And I laid traps for troubadours Who get killed before they reached Bombay Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah But what's confusing you Is just the nature of my game Just as every cop is a criminal And all the sinners saints As heads is tails Just call me Lucifer Cause I'm in need of some restraint So if you meet me Have some courtesy Have some sympathy, and some taste Use all your well-learned politesse Or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, um yeah But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down Woo, who Oh yeah, get on down Oh yeah Oh yeah! Tell me baby, what's my name Tell me honey, can ya guess my name Tell me baby, what's my name I tell you one time, you're to blame Ooo, who Ooo, who Ooo, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Oh, yeah What's me name Tell me, baby, what's my name Tell me, sweetie, what's my name Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Oh, yeah
How about most songs from Ministry's anti-Bush trilogy? Lies Lies Lies, Death and Destruction, The Great Satan? Not the most poetic, but so awesomely angry. All killer industrial metal tunes.
4 other favs... Last one is kinda fun
And now a message from the President of the United States George W. Bush (Bush voice) "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
Ministry - Rio Grande Blood
Señor Peligro Bush's alter ego A family of danger And that's his middle name Invasion is imminent Keeping down the dissidents Killing is his business And business is game
[Chorus] Justification To Cross the Border Justification For Law and Order Justification To Cross the Rio Señor Peligro
Señor Peligro Lost all his amigos From Chile to Panama And all points in between Exploitation To feed the Corporations The driving force of any war Is always based in Greed
Venezuela Watch your Back Señor Peligro is on the attack
[Voice Over (Isa Martinez - signed release):] El Presidente Bush es un Asesino No cambiaremos sangre por aceite Gente muriendo por el amor del dinero
Soportarlo es mas gas para el fuego Preparate para el Señor Peligro
[English translation: The President is an assassin We will not exchange blood for oil People dying for the love of money
Supporting him is fuel to the fire Prepare for Mr. Danger]
Ministry - Señor Peligro
Greed Power Corruption
One thing's for certain We fucking work for Haliburton One thing is clear They're the fucking reason why were here Who the fuck's in charge? Cause no one seems to want the job Haliburton soldiers Overrun by angry mobs
Our Deaths Our Guts No Glory! No Glory
Greed Power Corruption
Blackwater and Bechtel Taking us down a path to hell Dying for nothing Except to make their pockets swell Mission accomplished Bush is having fun again The only thing accomplished Is making money for his friends
Our Deaths, Our Guts, No Glory! No Glory
Greed Power Corruption
The congress, the senate I guess they just don't get it An act of war was signed And no one even read it The public, the papers We're on to all your schemes So's the Army, the Air Force, The Navy and Marines
Our Deaths Our Guts No Glory! No Glory
Greed Power Corruption
Ministry - No Glory
I've got something to get off my chest I've got a person that scares me to death First name is Dick and you know the rest
Well I've got something I just got to say This vice president will make us pay We're inching closer to judgment day
My name is Cheney I got no remorse (run run run Cheney's got a gun) I get my way or I get to use force - on anyone! You know he's evil, he's not of this race. (run run run Cheney's having fun) He used a shotgun to blow off a face He's still not done!
Dick Cheney Son of Satan He is the Chosen One
He's starting wars at the drop of a hat (run run run Cheney's got a gun) He says he's certain he's driving them back Were almost done! Let's have another let's fuck with Iran. (run run run Cheney's having fun) It pleases Satan When there's blood on the hands Of his Number One
Dick Cheney Son of Satan He is the Chosen One
The smell of money keeps him alive (run run run Cheney's got a gun) He thinks it's funny when the bodies arrive What's done is done
The occupation of Satan is near (run run run Cheney's having fun) Now Revelations is oh so near For everyone Dick Cheney Son of Satan He is the chosen one
Here is one of a British band, but the lyrics are easily to be made universal anti- war...
Levellers - Another Man's Cause
Gunshots shatter the peace of night it's just another fire fight for the people of this little town but for the dying soldier well, he's feeling ten years older as he's lying face down on the ground all the words that are in his head are all the words his mother said as she would put him to bed back home
CHORUS: your daddy, well he died in the falklands fighting for another man's cause and your brother he was killed in the last war now your mother's , well she's lying home alone
Every day she sees your face on the picture on the fireplace with your brother as he was leaving school then a day came five years ago you said "mother, i need to know" and you spoke the words your brother spoke before "I've seen the things my daddy's done and I've seen the medals that he's won and i know this is what he would have wanted-for me" but
CHORUS
Now she wonders at it all Just in his name did he break, your heroes fall And how many more are gonna answer the call They're gonna fight, fight and die in another country's war They're gonna die for religion, they didn't believe in at all They're gonna die in a place, they should never been at all Oh, never been at all 'Cos
CHORUS
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"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed".- Carl Jung.
"Art does not reproduce what we see; rather, it makes us see."- Paul Klee
Starvation is the creation of the devil, a rebel
I'm bringin' food to the people like a widow
Bringin' flowers to a grave in the middle
Of the city isolation is a riddle
To be surrounded by a million other people
But to feel alone like a tree in a desert
Dried up like the skin of a lizard
But full of colour like the spots of a leopard
Drum and bass pull me in like a shepherd
Scratch my itch like a needle on a record
Full of life like a man gone to Mecca
Sky high like an eagle up soaring
I speak low but I'm like a lion roaring
Baritone like a Robeson recordin'
I'm givin' thanks for bein' human every morning
Because the streets are alive with the sound of Boom Bap
Can I hear it once again
Boom Bap tell your neighbour tell afriend
Every box gotta right to be bomin'
Because the streets are alive with the sound of Boom Bap
Can I hear it once again
Boom Bap tell your neighbour tell a friend
Every flower got a right to be boomin'
Be resistant
The negativity we keep it at a distance
Call for backup and I'll give you some assistance
Like a lifesaver deep in the ocean
Stay afloat here upon the funky motion
Rock and roll upon the waves of the season
Hold your breath and your underwater breathin'
To be rhymin' without a real reason
Is to claim but not to practice a religon
If television is the drug of the nation
Satellite is immaculate reception
Beaming in they can look and they can listen
So you see don't believe in the system
To legalize you or give you your freedom
You want rights ask em', they'll read em'
But every flower got a right to be bloomin'
Stay human
All the freaky people make the beauty of the world
You see Y2K ya know is a moment
In time we find that we can open
Up a heart that's locked or been broken
By the pain of words not spoken
Or shot by guns a still smokin'
Cartwrights out on the Ponderosa
Or drive by bang in Testarossa
We need to heed the words of Dalai Lama
Or at least the words of yo mama
Take a mental trip to the Bahamas
Steam your body in a stereo sauna, sauna, comma
]
Peace
*We CAN bomb the World to pieces, but we CAN'T bomb it into PEACE*...Michael Franti
*MUSIC IS the expression of EMOTION.....and that POLITICS IS merely the DECOY of PERCEPTION*
.....song_Music & Politics....Michael Franti
*The scientists of today think deeply instead of clearly. One must be sane to think clearly, but one can think deeply and be quite INSANE*....Nikola Tesla(a man who shaped our world of electricity with his futuristic inventions)
Comments
Peace
*MUSIC IS the expression of EMOTION.....and that POLITICS IS merely the DECOY of PERCEPTION*
.....song_Music & Politics....Michael Franti
*The scientists of today think deeply instead of clearly. One must be sane to think clearly, but one can think deeply and be quite INSANE*....Nikola Tesla(a man who shaped our world of electricity with his futuristic inventions)
Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul and faith
And I was 'round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a general's rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
I shouted out,
"Who killed the Kennedys?"
When after all
It was you and me
Let me please introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached Bombay
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
Cause I'm in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!
Tell me baby, what's my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, what's my name
I tell you one time, you're to blame
Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah
What's me name
Tell me, baby, what's my name
Tell me, sweetie, what's my name
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah
How about most songs from Ministry's anti-Bush trilogy? Lies Lies Lies, Death and Destruction, The Great Satan? Not the most poetic, but so awesomely angry. All killer industrial metal tunes.
4 other favs...
Last one is kinda fun
And now a message from the President of the United States George W. Bush
(Bush voice) "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
Ministry - Rio Grande Blood
Señor Peligro
Bush's alter ego
A family of danger
And that's his middle name
Invasion is imminent
Keeping down the dissidents
Killing is his business
And business is game
[Chorus]
Justification
To Cross the Border
Justification
For Law and Order
Justification
To Cross the Rio
Señor Peligro
Señor Peligro
Lost all his amigos
From Chile to Panama
And all points in between
Exploitation
To feed the Corporations
The driving force of any war
Is always based in Greed
Venezuela
Watch your Back
Señor Peligro is on the attack
[Voice Over (Isa Martinez - signed release):]
El Presidente Bush es un Asesino
No cambiaremos sangre por aceite
Gente muriendo por el amor del dinero
Soportarlo es mas gas para el fuego
Preparate para el Señor Peligro
[English translation:
The President is an assassin
We will not exchange blood for oil
People dying for the love of money
Supporting him is fuel to the fire
Prepare for Mr. Danger]
Ministry - Señor Peligro
Greed
Power
Corruption
One thing's for certain
We fucking work for Haliburton
One thing is clear
They're the fucking reason why were here
Who the fuck's in charge?
Cause no one seems to want the job
Haliburton soldiers
Overrun by angry mobs
Our Deaths Our Guts No Glory! No Glory
Greed
Power
Corruption
Blackwater and Bechtel
Taking us down a path to hell
Dying for nothing
Except to make their pockets swell
Mission accomplished
Bush is having fun again
The only thing accomplished
Is making money for his friends
Our Deaths, Our Guts, No Glory! No Glory
Greed
Power
Corruption
The congress, the senate
I guess they just don't get it
An act of war was signed
And no one even read it
The public, the papers
We're on to all your schemes
So's the Army, the Air Force,
The Navy and Marines
Our Deaths Our Guts No Glory! No Glory
Greed
Power
Corruption
Ministry - No Glory
I've got something to get off my chest
I've got a person that scares me to death
First name is Dick and you know the rest
Well I've got something I just got to say
This vice president will make us pay
We're inching closer to judgment day
My name is Cheney I got no remorse (run run run Cheney's got a gun)
I get my way or I get to use force - on anyone!
You know he's evil, he's not of this race.
(run run run Cheney's having fun)
He used a shotgun to blow off a face
He's still not done!
Dick Cheney Son of Satan
He is the Chosen One
He's starting wars at the drop of a hat (run run run Cheney's got a gun)
He says he's certain he's driving them back
Were almost done!
Let's have another let's fuck with Iran. (run run run Cheney's having fun)
It pleases Satan
When there's blood on the hands
Of his Number One
Dick Cheney Son of Satan
He is the Chosen One
The smell of money keeps him alive (run run run Cheney's got a gun)
He thinks it's funny when the bodies arrive
What's done is done
The occupation of Satan is near
(run run run Cheney's having fun)
Now Revelations is oh so near
For everyone
Dick Cheney Son of Satan
He is the chosen one
Ministry - The dick Song
Levellers - Another Man's Cause
Gunshots shatter the peace of night
it's just another fire fight
for the people of this little town
but for the dying soldier
well, he's feeling ten years older
as he's lying face down on the ground
all the words that are in his head
are all the words his mother said
as she would put him to bed back home
CHORUS:
your daddy, well he died in the falklands
fighting for another man's cause
and your brother he was killed in the last war
now your mother's , well she's lying home alone
Every day she sees your face
on the picture on the fireplace
with your brother as he was leaving school
then a day came five years ago
you said "mother, i need to know"
and you spoke the words your brother spoke before
"I've seen the things my daddy's done
and I've seen the medals that he's won
and i know this is what he would have wanted-for me"
but
CHORUS
Now she wonders at it all
Just in his name did he break, your heroes fall
And how many more are gonna answer the call
They're gonna fight, fight and die in another country's war
They're gonna die for religion, they didn't believe in at all
They're gonna die in a place, they should never been at all
Oh, never been at all
'Cos
CHORUS
"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed".- Carl Jung.
"Art does not reproduce what we see; rather, it makes us see."- Paul Klee
Michael Franti & Spearhead...
Starvation is the creation of the devil, a rebel
I'm bringin' food to the people like a widow
Bringin' flowers to a grave in the middle
Of the city isolation is a riddle
To be surrounded by a million other people
But to feel alone like a tree in a desert
Dried up like the skin of a lizard
But full of colour like the spots of a leopard
Drum and bass pull me in like a shepherd
Scratch my itch like a needle on a record
Full of life like a man gone to Mecca
Sky high like an eagle up soaring
I speak low but I'm like a lion roaring
Baritone like a Robeson recordin'
I'm givin' thanks for bein' human every morning
Because the streets are alive with the sound of Boom Bap
Can I hear it once again
Boom Bap tell your neighbour tell afriend
Every box gotta right to be bomin'
Because the streets are alive with the sound of Boom Bap
Can I hear it once again
Boom Bap tell your neighbour tell a friend
Every flower got a right to be boomin'
Be resistant
The negativity we keep it at a distance
Call for backup and I'll give you some assistance
Like a lifesaver deep in the ocean
Stay afloat here upon the funky motion
Rock and roll upon the waves of the season
Hold your breath and your underwater breathin'
To be rhymin' without a real reason
Is to claim but not to practice a religon
If television is the drug of the nation
Satellite is immaculate reception
Beaming in they can look and they can listen
So you see don't believe in the system
To legalize you or give you your freedom
You want rights ask em', they'll read em'
But every flower got a right to be bloomin'
Stay human
All the freaky people make the beauty of the world
You see Y2K ya know is a moment
In time we find that we can open
Up a heart that's locked or been broken
By the pain of words not spoken
Or shot by guns a still smokin'
Cartwrights out on the Ponderosa
Or drive by bang in Testarossa
We need to heed the words of Dalai Lama
Or at least the words of yo mama
Take a mental trip to the Bahamas
Steam your body in a stereo sauna, sauna, comma
]
Peace
*MUSIC IS the expression of EMOTION.....and that POLITICS IS merely the DECOY of PERCEPTION*
.....song_Music & Politics....Michael Franti
*The scientists of today think deeply instead of clearly. One must be sane to think clearly, but one can think deeply and be quite INSANE*....Nikola Tesla(a man who shaped our world of electricity with his futuristic inventions)
A less frightful and more optimistic song (I think?).