Aung San Suu Kyi on house arrest
Another Bhutto assassination
Could've stopped Sarajevo we must confess
But we were planning our next invasion
Where are the leaders of the atomic age?
Is it just another working day?
Said he was coming, he was on his way
But he fell down the hole in the ocean
Ay
The levies are full
But the river runs dry
And the desert grows into the grassland
And the space that separates us grows ever wide
As the profiteer stokes the division
Something's not right, something is wrong
With the news at eleven that no one has told them
If we don't come together it won't be long
These are the wars that face the generation
Ay
It's a peculiar situation
When the leaders of the wealthy nations
Don't know all the damage they done
It's so Bohemian
Mother Hubbard cover the investigation
But all they know is their retaliation
So they appeal to the dog's thirst
But he tips his hat and he says, no
I don't need your world control
And the opinion of the inner elite
Oh don't you know
That we are aching for a part in the chance worth taking
Who's to say
That we are destined just to fall at your feet
I'm here today
And so are we, the we the people of the earth rolling round
It's a peculiar situation
When the leaders of the wealthy nations
Don't know all the damage they done
It's so Bohemian
Mother Hubbard cover the investigation
But all they know is their retaliation
So they go again to the dogs thirst
But we will not work for your
World control
And the opinion of the inner elite
Oh don't you know
That we are aching for a part in the chance worth taking
Who's to say
That we are destined just to fall at your feet
It's World Control
So that it's rendered to we, the people of the earth rolling round
I did not know but
Someone died in my sleep last night
I tried to reach the phone
But in the darkness i knocked over the light
And can you speak up
A semi just jack knifed on the turnpike
I'm on a pay phone
And it's gettin' to be a cold cold night
Cause there's
One man in the corner one man in the hall
One man standin' up sayin' god save us all
One man in the corner one man in the hall
One man standin' up sayin' god save us all
One man in the one man in the one man in demand
In the man in the hall
She was tellin' me not to worry, that it's all in my head
Said no ma don't want to go to sleep no not quite yet
Cause there seems to be somethin' and i can't put it all to bed
Don't wanna go to sleep ma don't wanna go to sleep ma
Don't ever never want to go to sleep
Cause there's
One man in the corner one man in the hall
One man standin' up sayin' god save us all
One man in the corner one man in the hall
One man standin' up sayin' god save us all
One man in the one man in the one man in demand
In the man in the
Have you not seen the woman that belonged to this one
She was overcome thinking about the role of the side you on
Have you not seen the woman that belong to this one
She was uptight thinking about the role of
The side you on side you on side you on side you on
What side you on
One man in the corner one man in the hall
One man standin' up sayin' god save us all
Cause there's
One man in the corner one man in the hall
One man standin' up sayin' god save us all
One man in the one man in the one man in demand
In the man in the hall
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)
To the East to the West
One love people never gonna stop
To the East to the West
To the North and South
To the East to the West
One love people never gonna stop
One to creation, one to the sun
One to the mornin, one to the one
One to the air and the freshness we breathe an
One to the force of the change in the seasons
One to the mother from which all things come
One to the daughters and one to the sons
One to the Father who helps us believe that
Nothin's ever gonna harm you see an
One to the soldier who walks city streets an
One to the soldier who fights overseas an
One to the man who gets down on his knees an
Prays for god and send protection please an
To the East to the West
To the North and South
To the East to the West
One love people never gonna stop
To the East to the West
To the North and South
To the East to the West
One love people never gonna stop
One to the woman one to the man
One to the culture from the time when it began
One to destruction one to birth
One to the people who still fight for the earth
One to the people who suffer for the needs an
One to the rebels who love rockin to the beats an
One to the healer who fights our disease an
One to the Lorax who speaks for the trees
Cause no amount of money and no amount of man
Can bring back to life what's gone when it's done an
One to the people who rise with the sun an
One to the people who sleep when it's down cause
To the East to the West
To the North and South
To the East to the West
One love people never gonna stop
To the East to the West
To the North and South
To the East to the West
One love people never gonna stop
This whole thing seems upside down
The whole wide world keeps turnin around
This whole thing seems upside down
The whole wide world keeps turnin around
Life is too short to make just one decision
Musics to large for just one station
Love is to big for just one nation and
God is to big for just one religion
One to the practice of bein in the flow an
One to the tears of the things we let go an
One to the moment we live in right now an
One to the East West North and South
To the East to the West
To the North and South
To the East to the West
One love people never gonna stop
To the East to the West
To the North and South
To the East to the West
One love people never gonna stop
*Sing!*
This whole thing seems upside down
The whole wide world keeps turnin around
This whole thing seems upside down
The whole wide world keeps turnin around
This whole things *Hip-Hoppers* seems upside down
The whole *Punk Rockers* wide world keeps turnin around
This *Woodstockers & loose rockers* whole things seems upside down
The whole wide world keeps turnin around
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)
One simple word an you cut ´em down.
Severing life line with shame,
speak to the masses and make ´em smile.
Donning a halo you´ve made
but the wind won´t carry you far this time.
The truth is you´ve lost your own wings.
Traded them in for mere shiny things, while lining your pockets as well.
Oh aand as the bow breaks, on come the stones.
To force your head down, as they are thrown.
Just as there´s lies, truth will be told.
Mind the forked tongue or wake up missing one.
To hell with political campaign charades.
I´d rather dig a hole in the earth
than to listen to a coward from a tailored world
Who´d be hard pressed to carry their own worth.
Instead leave the death and the work to those who suffer for freedom & food. Fighting for family and home at hand, and dying for nothing for you.
Oh and as the bow breaks, on come the stones.
To force your head down, as they are thrown.
Just as there´s lies, truth will be told.
Mind the forked tongue or wake up missing one.
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why
It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth it was worth all the while
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
I saw you standing alone
With a sad look on your face
You call him on the phone
Looks like he left you
Without a trace
Tears falling out of your eyes
He's living in a disguise
You've been feeling bad for so long
You wonder if it's right or wrong
Why Do You Want Him?
Why Do You Want Him?
Now many days have gone by
And you still just sit there and cry
You're feeling bad for yourself
His memory will always dwell
You're so obsessed with his love
That's why push came to shove
You've been feeling bad for so long
You wonder if it's right or wrong
Why Do You Want Him?
Why Do You Want Him?
Why Do You Want Him?
Why Do You Want Him?
You find a way out...
To throw it all the way
But you can bet...
You got someting to say
Why Do You Want Him?
Why Do You Want Him?
Why Do You Want Him?
Why Do You Want Him?
hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
Where are the ones that carry the guns to the far away lands with the blackened suns from the smokened narrow minds. The half-truth trails and the holy lies of an empty heart and overflowing mouth, a plastic smile and a cowards frown. Reprecussions come around when the word named free burns to the ground somehow.
Where are thh deaf and where are the dumb from the side of the tracks where no reason comes from and the tables never bare. The water runs and momma's always there so separates the world from the start with such words and such words would cause a shot heard round the world. A justice that never hurt at all.
So down down down like a ball of flames, to the rotten core filling up with names of hypocrites what a massive list, don't exclude yourself from it. Don't compromise administration lies carried out and covered up with time, carried out and turned around to shine. High on a pedestal of broken lies.
The passion speaks loud for itself falls on broken ears and off the value shelf into the dirt left to the wind. Coming up strong ready to begin to obliterate the word from the start with such ideas come and such ideas cause a spark that will set a blaze and leave the embers red until the end of days.
Where are the ones who carry the guns to the far away lands with the blackened suns from the smokened narrow minds. The half-truth trails and the holy lies of an empty heart and overflowing mouth, a plastic smile and a cowards frown. Reprecussions come around when the word named free burns to the ground somehow
(Money Money Money Money Nothin But Money)
I work 9 to 5 but it starts in the P.M.
and I love the sunrise so I step out in the A.M.
the street is black and shiny from the early
nightly rainin'
the glory of the light it brings evaporation
morning's fresh oxygen cleanest
I take a deep hit help my mind stay the greenest
I'm already wake so I'm not drinkin' coffee
don't wanna cigarrette, 'cause it's a form of slavery
walk into the store 'cause I need a few items
the sun heats the blood like a hit of vitamins
needa buy some food and some 'poo for my dreads
can't remember why but I need a spool of thread
Man with dirty dreads, steps around the comer
he asks me for a dime, a nickel or a quarter
I don't have any change so I'm steppin' along
and as I'm walkin' past he sings to me a song...
There's a whole in the bucket dear liza, dear
liza...
The day is pickin' up cause I'm hummin' his song
the buses and the people all keep movin' along
to the shopkeeper I say "was'sup?"
and I'm thinkin' about the man who's holdin' up the cup
I pay for all the stuff and get a pocketful of change
should I give it to the man's the question in my brain
What's gonna happen if I give the man a dime?
I don't wanna pay for anotha brotha's wine
What's gonna happen if I give the man a quarter?
will he find a dealer and try to place an order?
what's gonna happen if I give the man a nickel
will he buy some food or some pork that's been pickled?
I'm not responsible for the man's depression
how can I find compassion in the midst of recession?
How come all these questions keep fuckin' with my head
and I still can't rememba why I need a spool of thread.
He's starin' in my eyes just as I'm walkin' past
I'm tryin to avoid him cause I know he's gonna ask
me about the coinage that is in my pocket
But I don't know if I should put it in his bucket
walk right past him to think about it more
back at the crib I'm openin' up the door
a pocketful of change it don't mean alot to me
my cup is half full but his is empty
I put back on my cap and I start headin' back
I reach into my pocket and I have a heart attack
well as I'm diggin' deep I scream "oh no!"
there's nothin' in the pocket but a great big hole
While I was busy thinkin' if he would buy smack
the jingle in my pocket it slipped through the cracks
no one has the change and it's fuckin' up my head
But now I no the reason why I had to buy the thread!
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)
I was a teenage anarchist,
looking for a revolution.
I had the style, I had the ambition.
I read all the authors,
I knew the right slogans.
There was no war but the class war.
I was ready to set the world on fire.
I was a teenage anarchist,
looking for a revolution.
Do you remember
when you were young
and you wanted to set the world on fire?
I was a teenage anarchist,
but the politics were too convenient.
In the depths of their humanity
all I saw was bloodless ideology.
And with freedom as the doctrine,
guess who was the new authority?
I was a teenage anarchist,
but the politics were too convenient.
Do you remember
when you were young
and you wanted to set the world on fire?
I was a teenage anarchist,
but then the scene got too rigid.
It was a mob mentality,
they set their rifle sights on me.
Narrow visions of autonomy,
you want me to surrender my identity.
I was a teenage anarchist,
the revolution was a lie.
Do you remember
when you were young
and you wanted to set the world on fire?
I was a teenage anarchist.
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.- Hemingway
the first protest song....written by woody guthrie to counter "god bless america"......i'll bet you were never taught the last 2 verses in school.....i know i wasn't....gst27.....
THIS LAND IS YOUR LAND
words and music by Woody Guthrie
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me
As I was walking a ribbon of highway
I saw above me an endless skyway
I saw below me a golden valley
This land was made for you and me
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me
I've roamed and rambled and I've followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
And all around me a voice was sounding
This land was made for you and me
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me
The sun comes shining as I was strolling
The wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
The fog was lifting a voice come chanting
This land was made for you and me
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me
As I was walkin' - I saw a sign there
And that sign said - no tress passin'
But on the other side .... it didn't say nothin! Now that side was made for you and me!
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me
In the squares of the city - In the shadow of the steeple
Near the relief office - I see my people And some are grumblin' and some are wonderin'
If this land's still made for you and me.
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.- Hemingway
Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign
Sitting there by the left turn line
Flag on the wheelchair flapping in the breeze
One leg missing, both hands free
No one's paying much mind to him
The V.A. budget's stretched so thin
And there's more comin' home from the Mideast war
We can't make it here anymore
That big ol' building was the textile mill
It fed our kids and it paid our bills
But they turned us out and they closed the doors
We can't make it here anymore
See all those pallets piled up on the loading dock
They're just gonna set there till they rot
'Cause there's nothing to ship, nothing to pack
Just busted concrete and rusted tracks
Empty storefronts around the square
There's a needle in the gutter and glass everywhere
You don't come down here 'less you're looking to score
We can't make it here anymore
The bar's still open but man it's slow
The tip jar's light and the register's low
The bartender don't have much to say
The regular crowd gets thinner each day
Some have maxed out all their credit cards
Some are working two jobs and living in cars
Minimum wage won't pay for a roof, won't pay for a drink
If you gotta have proof just try it yourself Mr. CEO
See how far 5.15 an hour will go
Take a part time job at one of your stores
Bet you can't make it here anymore
High school girl with a bourgeois dream
Just like the pictures in the magazine
She found on the floor of the laundromat
A woman with kids can forget all that
If she comes up pregnant what'll she do
Forget the career, forget about school
Can she live on faith? live on hope?
High on Jesus or hooked on dope
When it's way too late to just say no
You can't make it here anymore
Now I'm stocking shirts in the Wal-Mart store
Just like the ones we made before
'Cept this one came from Singapore
I guess we can't make it here anymore
Should I hate a people for the shade of their skin
Or the shape of their eyes or the shape I'm in
Should I hate 'em for having our jobs today
No I hate the men sent the jobs away
I can see them all now, they haunt my dreams
All lily white and squeaky clean
They've never known want, they'll never know need
Their sh@# don't stink and their kids won't bleed
Their kids won't bleed in the da$% little war
And we can't make it here anymore
Will work for food
Will die for oil
Will kill for power and to us the spoils
The billionaires get to pay less tax
The working poor get to fall through the cracks
Let 'em eat jellybeans let 'em eat cake
Let 'em eat sh$%, whatever it takes
They can join the Air Force, or join the Corps
If they can't make it here anymore
And that's how it is
That's what we got
If the president wants to admit it or not
You can read it in the paper
Read it on the wall
Hear it on the wind
If you're listening at all
Get out of that limo
Look us in the eye
Call us on the cell phone
Tell us all why
In Dayton, Ohio
Or Portland, Maine
Or a cotton gin out on the great high plains
That's done closed down along with the school
And the hospital and the swimming pool
Dust devils dance in the noonday heat
There's rats in the alley
And trash in the street
Gang graffiti on a boxcar door
We can't make it here anymore
hedonist
standing on the edge of forever Posts: 24,524
It's been quite a while (ok, years, actually) since I've poked my head through this particular door. Where have ABook and El Kabong (my fellow Tool fan) gone to?
At this moment - not to mention other recent moments passed - I've been into this. Gives me peace and comfort and also, a sadsweetness.
Just gorgeous...PURE.
Also, not only does Vusi fuckin rock, but the women especially at 3:55. Among the most beautiful faces I've ever seen.
Ain't it amazing how listening - simply LISTENING - can move us? Forget the images...just the aural.
All these years and I'm still blown away by the concept.
Comments
State Radio....*Man In The Hall*
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=im_CRLoABP0
I did not know but
Someone died in my sleep last night
I tried to reach the phone
But in the darkness i knocked over the light
And can you speak up
A semi just jack knifed on the turnpike
I'm on a pay phone
And it's gettin' to be a cold cold night
Cause there's
One man in the corner one man in the hall
One man standin' up sayin' god save us all
One man in the corner one man in the hall
One man standin' up sayin' god save us all
One man in the one man in the one man in demand
In the man in the hall
She was tellin' me not to worry, that it's all in my head
Said no ma don't want to go to sleep no not quite yet
Cause there seems to be somethin' and i can't put it all to bed
Don't wanna go to sleep ma don't wanna go to sleep ma
Don't ever never want to go to sleep
Cause there's
One man in the corner one man in the hall
One man standin' up sayin' god save us all
One man in the corner one man in the hall
One man standin' up sayin' god save us all
One man in the one man in the one man in demand
In the man in the
Have you not seen the woman that belonged to this one
She was overcome thinking about the role of the side you on
Have you not seen the woman that belong to this one
She was uptight thinking about the role of
The side you on side you on side you on side you on
What side you on
One man in the corner one man in the hall
One man standin' up sayin' god save us all
Cause there's
One man in the corner one man in the hall
One man standin' up sayin' god save us all
One man in the one man in the one man in demand
In the man in the hall
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)
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
Woo-hoo!
To the East to the West
To the North and South
To the East to the West
One love people never gonna stop
To the East to the West
To the North and South
To the East to the West
One love people never gonna stop
One to creation, one to the sun
One to the mornin, one to the one
One to the air and the freshness we breathe an
One to the force of the change in the seasons
One to the mother from which all things come
One to the daughters and one to the sons
One to the Father who helps us believe that
Nothin's ever gonna harm you see an
One to the soldier who walks city streets an
One to the soldier who fights overseas an
One to the man who gets down on his knees an
Prays for god and send protection please an
To the East to the West
To the North and South
To the East to the West
One love people never gonna stop
To the East to the West
To the North and South
To the East to the West
One love people never gonna stop
One to the woman one to the man
One to the culture from the time when it began
One to destruction one to birth
One to the people who still fight for the earth
One to the people who suffer for the needs an
One to the rebels who love rockin to the beats an
One to the healer who fights our disease an
One to the Lorax who speaks for the trees
Cause no amount of money and no amount of man
Can bring back to life what's gone when it's done an
One to the people who rise with the sun an
One to the people who sleep when it's down cause
To the East to the West
To the North and South
To the East to the West
One love people never gonna stop
To the East to the West
To the North and South
To the East to the West
One love people never gonna stop
This whole thing seems upside down
The whole wide world keeps turnin around
This whole thing seems upside down
The whole wide world keeps turnin around
Life is too short to make just one decision
Musics to large for just one station
Love is to big for just one nation and
God is to big for just one religion
One to the practice of bein in the flow an
One to the tears of the things we let go an
One to the moment we live in right now an
One to the East West North and South
To the East to the West
To the North and South
To the East to the West
One love people never gonna stop
To the East to the West
To the North and South
To the East to the West
One love people never gonna stop
*Sing!*
This whole thing seems upside down
The whole wide world keeps turnin around
This whole thing seems upside down
The whole wide world keeps turnin around
This whole things *Hip-Hoppers* seems upside down
The whole *Punk Rockers* wide world keeps turnin around
This *Woodstockers & loose rockers* whole things seems upside down
The whole wide world keeps turnin around
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)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hqwQN2CzpOw
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
One simple word an you cut ´em down.
Severing life line with shame,
speak to the masses and make ´em smile.
Donning a halo you´ve made
but the wind won´t carry you far this time.
The truth is you´ve lost your own wings.
Traded them in for mere shiny things, while lining your pockets as well.
Oh aand as the bow breaks, on come the stones.
To force your head down, as they are thrown.
Just as there´s lies, truth will be told.
Mind the forked tongue or wake up missing one.
To hell with political campaign charades.
I´d rather dig a hole in the earth
than to listen to a coward from a tailored world
Who´d be hard pressed to carry their own worth.
Instead leave the death and the work to those who suffer for freedom & food.
Fighting for family and home at hand, and dying for nothing for you.
Oh and as the bow breaks, on come the stones.
To force your head down, as they are thrown.
Just as there´s lies, truth will be told.
Mind the forked tongue or wake up missing one.
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why
It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth it was worth all the while
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
I saw you standing alone
With a sad look on your face
You call him on the phone
Looks like he left you
Without a trace
Tears falling out of your eyes
He's living in a disguise
You've been feeling bad for so long
You wonder if it's right or wrong
Why Do You Want Him?
Why Do You Want Him?
Now many days have gone by
And you still just sit there and cry
You're feeling bad for yourself
His memory will always dwell
You're so obsessed with his love
That's why push came to shove
You've been feeling bad for so long
You wonder if it's right or wrong
Why Do You Want Him?
Why Do You Want Him?
Why Do You Want Him?
Why Do You Want Him?
You find a way out...
To throw it all the way
But you can bet...
You got someting to say
Why Do You Want Him?
Why Do You Want Him?
Why Do You Want Him?
Why Do You Want Him?
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
Where are the ones that carry the guns to the far away lands with the blackened suns from the smokened narrow minds. The half-truth trails and the holy lies of an empty heart and overflowing mouth, a plastic smile and a cowards frown. Reprecussions come around when the word named free burns to the ground somehow.
Where are thh deaf and where are the dumb from the side of the tracks where no reason comes from and the tables never bare. The water runs and momma's always there so separates the world from the start with such words and such words would cause a shot heard round the world. A justice that never hurt at all.
So down down down like a ball of flames, to the rotten core filling up with names of hypocrites what a massive list, don't exclude yourself from it. Don't compromise administration lies carried out and covered up with time, carried out and turned around to shine. High on a pedestal of broken lies.
The passion speaks loud for itself falls on broken ears and off the value shelf into the dirt left to the wind. Coming up strong ready to begin to obliterate the word from the start with such ideas come and such ideas cause a spark that will set a blaze and leave the embers red until the end of days.
Where are the ones who carry the guns to the far away lands with the blackened suns from the smokened narrow minds. The half-truth trails and the holy lies of an empty heart and overflowing mouth, a plastic smile and a cowards frown. Reprecussions come around when the word named free burns to the ground somehow
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z5rRZdiu1UE
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
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take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
(Money Money Money Money Nothin But Money)
I work 9 to 5 but it starts in the P.M.
and I love the sunrise so I step out in the A.M.
the street is black and shiny from the early
nightly rainin'
the glory of the light it brings evaporation
morning's fresh oxygen cleanest
I take a deep hit help my mind stay the greenest
I'm already wake so I'm not drinkin' coffee
don't wanna cigarrette, 'cause it's a form of slavery
walk into the store 'cause I need a few items
the sun heats the blood like a hit of vitamins
needa buy some food and some 'poo for my dreads
can't remember why but I need a spool of thread
Man with dirty dreads, steps around the comer
he asks me for a dime, a nickel or a quarter
I don't have any change so I'm steppin' along
and as I'm walkin' past he sings to me a song...
There's a whole in the bucket dear liza, dear
liza...
The day is pickin' up cause I'm hummin' his song
the buses and the people all keep movin' along
to the shopkeeper I say "was'sup?"
and I'm thinkin' about the man who's holdin' up the cup
I pay for all the stuff and get a pocketful of change
should I give it to the man's the question in my brain
What's gonna happen if I give the man a dime?
I don't wanna pay for anotha brotha's wine
What's gonna happen if I give the man a quarter?
will he find a dealer and try to place an order?
what's gonna happen if I give the man a nickel
will he buy some food or some pork that's been pickled?
I'm not responsible for the man's depression
how can I find compassion in the midst of recession?
How come all these questions keep fuckin' with my head
and I still can't rememba why I need a spool of thread.
He's starin' in my eyes just as I'm walkin' past
I'm tryin to avoid him cause I know he's gonna ask
me about the coinage that is in my pocket
But I don't know if I should put it in his bucket
walk right past him to think about it more
back at the crib I'm openin' up the door
a pocketful of change it don't mean alot to me
my cup is half full but his is empty
I put back on my cap and I start headin' back
I reach into my pocket and I have a heart attack
well as I'm diggin' deep I scream "oh no!"
there's nothin' in the pocket but a great big hole
While I was busy thinkin' if he would buy smack
the jingle in my pocket it slipped through the cracks
no one has the change and it's fuckin' up my head
But now I no the reason why I had to buy the thread!
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)
Stick em up, show us your pocket hypocrisy.
NYE 2011. Pull up a chair.
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
looking for a revolution.
I had the style, I had the ambition.
I read all the authors,
I knew the right slogans.
There was no war but the class war.
I was ready to set the world on fire.
I was a teenage anarchist,
looking for a revolution.
Do you remember
when you were young
and you wanted to set the world on fire?
I was a teenage anarchist,
but the politics were too convenient.
In the depths of their humanity
all I saw was bloodless ideology.
And with freedom as the doctrine,
guess who was the new authority?
I was a teenage anarchist,
but the politics were too convenient.
Do you remember
when you were young
and you wanted to set the world on fire?
I was a teenage anarchist,
but then the scene got too rigid.
It was a mob mentality,
they set their rifle sights on me.
Narrow visions of autonomy,
you want me to surrender my identity.
I was a teenage anarchist,
the revolution was a lie.
Do you remember
when you were young
and you wanted to set the world on fire?
I was a teenage anarchist.
"Well, you tell him that I don't talk to suckas."
THIS LAND IS YOUR LAND
words and music by Woody Guthrie
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me
As I was walking a ribbon of highway
I saw above me an endless skyway
I saw below me a golden valley
This land was made for you and me
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me
I've roamed and rambled and I've followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
And all around me a voice was sounding
This land was made for you and me
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me
The sun comes shining as I was strolling
The wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
The fog was lifting a voice come chanting
This land was made for you and me
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me
As I was walkin' - I saw a sign there
And that sign said - no tress passin'
But on the other side .... it didn't say nothin!
Now that side was made for you and me!
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me
In the squares of the city - In the shadow of the steeple
Near the relief office - I see my people
And some are grumblin' and some are wonderin'
If this land's still made for you and me.
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me
"Well, you tell him that I don't talk to suckas."
Lyrics
Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign
Sitting there by the left turn line
Flag on the wheelchair flapping in the breeze
One leg missing, both hands free
No one's paying much mind to him
The V.A. budget's stretched so thin
And there's more comin' home from the Mideast war
We can't make it here anymore
That big ol' building was the textile mill
It fed our kids and it paid our bills
But they turned us out and they closed the doors
We can't make it here anymore
See all those pallets piled up on the loading dock
They're just gonna set there till they rot
'Cause there's nothing to ship, nothing to pack
Just busted concrete and rusted tracks
Empty storefronts around the square
There's a needle in the gutter and glass everywhere
You don't come down here 'less you're looking to score
We can't make it here anymore
The bar's still open but man it's slow
The tip jar's light and the register's low
The bartender don't have much to say
The regular crowd gets thinner each day
Some have maxed out all their credit cards
Some are working two jobs and living in cars
Minimum wage won't pay for a roof, won't pay for a drink
If you gotta have proof just try it yourself Mr. CEO
See how far 5.15 an hour will go
Take a part time job at one of your stores
Bet you can't make it here anymore
High school girl with a bourgeois dream
Just like the pictures in the magazine
She found on the floor of the laundromat
A woman with kids can forget all that
If she comes up pregnant what'll she do
Forget the career, forget about school
Can she live on faith? live on hope?
High on Jesus or hooked on dope
When it's way too late to just say no
You can't make it here anymore
Now I'm stocking shirts in the Wal-Mart store
Just like the ones we made before
'Cept this one came from Singapore
I guess we can't make it here anymore
Should I hate a people for the shade of their skin
Or the shape of their eyes or the shape I'm in
Should I hate 'em for having our jobs today
No I hate the men sent the jobs away
I can see them all now, they haunt my dreams
All lily white and squeaky clean
They've never known want, they'll never know need
Their sh@# don't stink and their kids won't bleed
Their kids won't bleed in the da$% little war
And we can't make it here anymore
Will work for food
Will die for oil
Will kill for power and to us the spoils
The billionaires get to pay less tax
The working poor get to fall through the cracks
Let 'em eat jellybeans let 'em eat cake
Let 'em eat sh$%, whatever it takes
They can join the Air Force, or join the Corps
If they can't make it here anymore
And that's how it is
That's what we got
If the president wants to admit it or not
You can read it in the paper
Read it on the wall
Hear it on the wind
If you're listening at all
Get out of that limo
Look us in the eye
Call us on the cell phone
Tell us all why
In Dayton, Ohio
Or Portland, Maine
Or a cotton gin out on the great high plains
That's done closed down along with the school
And the hospital and the swimming pool
Dust devils dance in the noonday heat
There's rats in the alley
And trash in the street
Gang graffiti on a boxcar door
We can't make it here anymore
Music and lyrics © 2004 by James McMurtry
WOW
At this moment - not to mention other recent moments passed - I've been into this. Gives me peace and comfort and also, a sadsweetness.
Just gorgeous...PURE.
Also, not only does Vusi fuckin rock, but the women especially at 3:55. Among the most beautiful faces I've ever seen.
Ain't it amazing how listening - simply LISTENING - can move us? Forget the images...just the aural.
All these years and I'm still blown away by the concept.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aEW0BtFuj5I