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Post by Kamikaze Parrot on Jul 23, 2006 10:24:08 GMT -5
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Post by Cupcake Avenger on Jul 23, 2006 13:51:24 GMT -5
Rise Against - Blood-Red, White and Blue
so come test me, so come and break me, so come on intoxicate me with hands tied behind my back I fight and wait for you to strike
a new problem we can't stop them, we're outnumbered and uncautioned, a rally cry rings out into the night
so pride yourself on what you are, hold them all to words they can't take back, I've seen a place (it comes) to me in dreams where fires die but light still shines for us to see
what did you have to say? give me your logic, your definition, the words you twist to justify your position of mass starvation and blind airstrikes, every problem is solved with a fight
peace won't be found, til we're underground, as long as we live without a sound
so pride yourself on what you are, hold them all to words they can't take back, I've seen a place (it comes) to me in dreams where fires die but light still shines for us to see
would God bless a murder of the innocents?
would God bless a war based on pride?
would God bless a money-hungry government? no.
would God bless our ineffective court system?
God bless the sweatshops we run.
would God bless Amerika?
God bless Amerika.
more later, but there's my number 1.
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Post by Kamikaze Parrot on Jul 23, 2006 16:36:23 GMT -5
My nr 1
t(i)nc - "Weighing War On Coma"
Dead from the waist up
Constant coma keeps us all corrupt, yeah!
Weighed down with our blinds shut
No wonder that we feel so fucked up
Condemned to a blank mind
Waste product of the production line
New designs to assure that we are doing fine
While we spend our time spending time
Born straight into boredom
This freedom works if we can affors it
Bedrooms plastered guitars & haircuts
While this flow of nothing keeps us fucked up
Get to love the new flavors
Where cops and talkshows are the real saviors
Choice implies a different taste and I'm
Sure that we haven't learned anything
Spend hours flipping - listening to songs about nothing
Spend life traumatized - paralysed baby with T.V.-eyes
Break the attention span
10 seconds' too much and I can't comprehend
Fast moving, fast talking, no thinking plan
Needs to tell me how free I am
Cultural structure set to simplify
Brought up with empty minds & empty lives
New designs assure that we are doing fine
While we spend our time spending time
Get to love the new flavors
Where cops and talkshows are the real saviors
Choice implies a different taste and I'm
Sure that we haven't learned anything
Spend hours flipping - listening to songs about nothing
Spend life paralysed - traumatized with T.V.-eyes
My hands are shaking
Could it be, yeah!
Another shot of
Hey! this poverty
My hands are shaking
Could it be, yeah!
Another shot of
Hey! this poverty, yeah!
We understand nothing
Nothing's what we're supposed to understand
We understand nothing here
Nothing's what we're supposed to understand
We understand nothing here
Nothing's what we're supposed to understand
We understand nothing here
Nothing's what we're supposed to understand
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Post by Cupcake Avenger on Jul 24, 2006 8:01:10 GMT -5
Rise Against - Chamber the Cartridge
Down beyond these city streets through gutters filled with black debris
In alleys void of any light where nameless things live out of sight
Down through the scrapers of the sky past neon words glowing all night
Echoes my name between each car, "Are you happy where you are?"
Blind to this impending fate
We let the world carry our weight
Its back breaks with every mile
But we all live in denial
Can we be saved? Has the damage all been done?
Is it too late to reverse what we've become?
A lesson to learn at a crucial point in time
What's mine was always yours, and yours is mine
Let's go!
And so we carry on each day as if our lives were not so grey
While every breath that we take, we only suffocate
Brush past a myriad of scenes a homeless vet crashed
On Wall Street, a single mom of three, a TV personality
Save us from what we have become tonight
Eyes glazed with distrust, no sense of wrong or right
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Post by Kamikaze Parrot on Jul 24, 2006 13:22:58 GMT -5
2.
Dead Kennedys - Holiday In Cambodia
So you been to school
For a year or two
And you know youve seen it all
In daddys car
Thinkin youll go far
Back east your type dont crawl
Play ethnicky jazz
To parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Braggin that you know
How the niggers feel cold
And the slums got so much soul
Its time to taste what you most fear
Right guard will not help you here
Brace yourself, my dear
Its a holiday in cambodia
Its tough, kid, but its life
Its a holiday in cambodia
Dont forget to pack a wife
Youre a star-belly sneech
You suck like a leach
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss ass while you bitch
So you can get rich
But your boss gets richer off you
Well youll work harder
With a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers
Till you starve
Then your head is skewered on a stake
Now you can go where people are one
Now you can go where they get things done
What you need, my son.
Is a holiday in cambodia
Where people dress in black
A holiday in cambodia
Where youll kiss ass or crack
Pol pot, pol pot, pol pot, pol pot..
And its a holiday in cambodia
Where youll do what youre told
A holiday in cambodia
Where the slums got so much soul
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Post by Cupcake Avenger on Jul 24, 2006 16:18:10 GMT -5
2.
Dead Kennedys - Holiday In Cambodia
So you been to school
For a year or two
And you know youve seen it all
In daddys car
Thinkin youll go far
Back east your type dont crawl
Play ethnicky jazz
To parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Braggin that you know
How the niggers feel cold
And the slums got so much soul
Its time to taste what you most fear
Right guard will not help you here
Brace yourself, my dear
Its a holiday in cambodia
Its tough, kid, but its life
Its a holiday in cambodia
Dont forget to pack a wife
Youre a star-belly sneech
You suck like a leach
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss ass while you bitch
So you can get rich
But your boss gets richer off you
Well youll work harder
With a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers
Till you starve
Then your head is skewered on a stake
Now you can go where people are one
Now you can go where they get things done
What you need, my son.
Is a holiday in cambodia
Where people dress in black
A holiday in cambodia
Where youll kiss ass or crack
Pol pot, pol pot, pol pot, pol pot..
And its a holiday in cambodia
Where youll do what youre told
A holiday in cambodia
Where the slums got so much soul that's probably my third... |
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Post by Kamikaze Parrot on Jul 24, 2006 17:52:56 GMT -5
2.
Dead Kennedys - Holiday In Cambodia
So you been to school
For a year or two
And you know youve seen it all
In daddys car
Thinkin youll go far
Back east your type dont crawl
Play ethnicky jazz
To parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Braggin that you know
How the niggers feel cold
And the slums got so much soul
Its time to taste what you most fear
Right guard will not help you here
Brace yourself, my dear
Its a holiday in cambodia
Its tough, kid, but its life
Its a holiday in cambodia
Dont forget to pack a wife
Youre a star-belly sneech
You suck like a leach
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss ass while you bitch
So you can get rich
But your boss gets richer off you
Well youll work harder
With a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers
Till you starve
Then your head is skewered on a stake
Now you can go where people are one
Now you can go where they get things done
What you need, my son.
Is a holiday in cambodia
Where people dress in black
A holiday in cambodia
Where youll kiss ass or crack
Pol pot, pol pot, pol pot, pol pot..
And its a holiday in cambodia
Where youll do what youre told
A holiday in cambodia
Where the slums got so much soul that's probably my third...
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Post by 56combatboots on Aug 7, 2006 9:07:17 GMT -5
Anti-flag-The Press Corpse
The {Downing Street} memo says...
...We gotta work to make the facts fit the false charges
Pull the wool over the eyes of the filthy masses
Stab the people in the back for the corporate choice
Roll the propaganda out using The People's Voice
We don't want to talk about it...
The press scribble scribble every half-truth spoke
Then shoot it round the country like an April Fools joke
Hype the nation for a Desert Storm love affair
Wave the stars and stripes like you just don't care!
They talk it up all day, they talk it up all night
They talk until their face turns blue - Red white and blue!
But when the truth escapes the night and crawls into the day
We find the picture still askew
They don't want to... talk talk talk talk talk about it
They wanna tiptoe, walk around it
Wave the flag and mindlessly salute
They don't want to talk about it
They wanna tiptoe, walk around it
Wave the flag and cowardly salute
And on the TV screen...
...Diversion and aversion is the flavor of the day
Was it WMDs? Or Democracy?
Blame it on MI-6 or the CIA
The White House Press Corpse only has one thing to say...
"We don't want to talk about it!"
The White House boils over, "Al Jazeera got it wrong!"
The Press Corpse jumps onboard singing the White House song
While over in Iraq thousands are dead because of lies
The spineless war drumming-press corpse have taken lives
They talk it up all day, they talk it up all night
They talk until their face turns blue - Red white and blue!
But when the truth escapes the night and crawls into the day
We find the picture still askew
They don't want to... talk talk talk talk talk about it
They wanna tiptoe, walk around it
Wave the flag and mindlessly salute
They don't want to talk about it
They wanna tiptoe, walk around it
Wave the flag and cowardly salute
Fires fueled on endless lies
Black shrouds coat desert skies
A nation's viewpoint blurred and led
As embeds report what they're fed
We don't want to talk about it...
We don't want to talk about it...
We don't want to talk about it...
We don't want to talk about it...
(We don't want to talk about it...)
We don't, don't want to, we don't wanna talk about it
(We don't want to...)
We don't, don't want to, we don't wanna talk
They don't want to... talk talk talk talk talk about it
They wanna tiptoe, walk around it
Wave the flag and cowardly salute
They don't want to talk about it
They wanna tiptoe, walk around it
Wave the flag and cowardly salute
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