The world is going haywire so someone must explain
the reasons for this mayhem and the existential pain
that can breed such animosity for authority and for all
of a capitalist society where double standards rule.
At the top end people make it by just grabbing what they can
but they do it with expense accounts while all we got is our hands
and the bricks of crumbled buildings now warehouses for the dreams that the older generations woke us up from with a scream.
Though the violence isn't right and doesn't solve a fucking thing
I can understand where people come up with this mentality
cause I'm hungry and I'm tired and I don't know what to do
I just spent 50 on an eighth and now I can't afford no food,
but it's the unjust laws and awfully flawed capitalist condition
that keeps riches where they are and the average man wishing
for some things he doesn't need but nonetheless would love to have
and it leads to situations where we break windows and grab:
everything we want is in reach protected by a sheet of glass
and we feel like we have nothing in a world that teaches happiness is measured in material things
and as buildings keep on falling you can point your fucking fingers but remember you're all criminals too and it's gone to far.
we'll recover we'll recover but society's falling.
the rise of social networking means youth are organized.
it's informal there's no leaders just show up in a disguise.
grab your hoody or bandana and be sure to bring a soul
filled with anger and frustration that leaves you in such a hole
that you get swept up in crazy mob mentality
ecstatic violent savage misbehavior
cause you're young and you know you can stand to
make mistakes and take risks cause you still have your ideals.
you have not been made complacent in your own enslavement.
thrills can still drive you to revolt and bring some chaos to the streets.
while I'm sitting watching Brittan I wonder when USA will see something similar or worse
cause we've got bullets to disperse
but I'm curious and know the reasons things are getting worse
and although I'm always peaceful I'm still stealing everyday
I'm a pirate and have been so since around the fourth grade
making music in my bedroom while you pay for mp3s
even stealing from my idols when I download their cds
everything I want I just grab:
everything we want is in reach protected by a sheet of glass
and we feel like we have nothing in a world that teaches happiness is measured in material things
and as buildings keep on falling you can point your fucking fingers but remember you're all criminals too and it's gone to far.
we'll recover we'll recover but society's falling.
The world is waking outside my window Bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao Drags my senses into the sunlight For there are things that I must do Wish me luck now, I have to leave you Bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao With my friends now up to the city We're going to shake the Gates of Hell And I will tell them - we will tell them Bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao That our sunlight is not for franchise And wish the bastards drop down dead Next time you see me I may be smiling Bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao I'll be in prison or on the TV I'll say, "the sunlight dragged me here!"
And here are the original lines...
One morning I woke up O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao One morning I woke up And I found the invader
Oh partisan, carry me away, O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao Oh partisan, carry me away, For I feel I'm dying
And if I die as a partisan O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao And if I die as a partisan You have to bury me
But bury me up in the mountain O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao, But bury me up in the mountain Under the shadow of a beautiful flower
And the people who will pass by O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao, And the people who will pass by Will say to me: "what a beautiful flower"
This is the flower of the partisan O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao This is the flower of the partisan Who died for freedom
Guerillas in the mist, a guevara named ernesto, so
(e-roc: what a brother with a afro know?) Yo, go and flow for the mack and be the hoe So grow cause the lynchin brothers might get hung Better rip through em from the tip of my mouth/mao, say/tse-tung/tongue Deficit (money spent) catch the glint (e-roc: of my nine as they cut welfare twenty-five percent) And i dissent, as i clench and raise my fist (we did away with, that) so you could get with this Here's a twist cause we'll overthrow like kwame n'krumah Spread around the wealth as if it were a, vicious rumor Pam, cuts a record like a surgeon cuts a tumor from a brain (e-roc: we're all cooped up so feel the pain) From four hundred years of exploitation Anesthesia provided by your local tv station Patience is not a virtue (i ain't waitin) Turn this shit over like bush did a boatload of haitians
*dj pam cuts and scratches "dig it!"*
How now brown cow i'm down with the mau mau Clown downtown tried to put us in the dog pound Like h. rap brown with the situation (won't get no callouses) cause i'm spittin dialectical analysis So how is this, we never had no funk Until you found out that i turned to revolutionary hunk (chump!) bump you over like dominoes, rat (e-roc: so free geronimo gi jaga pratt!) Lyrics hear it fear it can't get near it Got a sample didn't clear it Point blank says, "fuck five-oh!" that's the spirit Cheer it, spat out, the fat that i consumed Knew that i was doomed since my date of birth To be the wretched of the earth, never had a dream that was american (the golden ?leg to chair again?) despair again (but that ain't nuthin new) told the streets were paved with gold Whoever paved that shit got minimum wage too!
*dj pam cuts and scratches "dig it!"*
"do you understand, the metaphoric phrase?" (repeat 3x) "do you understand, do you understand..."
(e-roc: gunned us, stunned us) exploited and they hung us I'd like to take a moment to say, "fuck columbus!" (millions off my back) the black on black crisis is a myth The crack that did this to us (was the one from the whip) The record skip, the record skip, the record ship *scratch* The record skips, cause my voice is kinda scratchy From yelling, "oh shit!" when five-oh comes to harass me They never pass me, no one to go and tail bro (e-roc: trying to kill the movement with the new cointelpro) Leaders they killed, if i said it, it would threaten em They only see my back because i'm three steps ahead of em We're not fallin in the slot you slated (e-roc: we realize that our power's nickel-plated) Masses move as well as asses do, class is through Our time is over, past it's due (and you still wanna know) the origin of the flow Oakland california nine-four-six-one-oh
*dj pam cuts "dig it!"
(yeah, the coup, comin at you in ninety-three!) Yeah, and we out y'all...
"do you understand, the metaphoric phrase?" (repeat 3x) "do you understand, do you understand..."
Skin head, dead head Everybody gone bad Situation, aggravation Everybody allegation In the suite, on the news Everybody dog food Bang bang, shot dead Everybody's gone mad
All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us
Beat me, hate me You can never break me Will me, thrill me You can never kill me Jew me, sue me Everybody do me Kick me, kike me Don't you black or white me
All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us
Tell me what has become of my life I have a wife and two children who love me I am the victim of police brutality, now I'm tired of bein' the victim of hate You're rapin' me of my pride Oh, for God's sake I look to heaven to fulfill its prophecy... Set me free
Skin head, dead head Everybody gone bad trepidation, speculation Everybody allegation In the suite, on the news Everybody dog food black man, black male Throw your brother in jail
All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us
Tell me what has become of my rights Am I invisible because you ignore me? Your proclamation promised me free liberty, now I'm tired of bein' the victim of shame They're throwing me in a class with a bad name I can't believe this is the land from which I came You know I do really hate to say it The government don't wanna see But if Roosevelt was livin' He wouldn't let this be, no, no
Skin head, dead head Everybody gone bad Situation, speculation Everybody litigation Beat me, bash me You can never trash me Hit me, kick me You can never get me
All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us
Some things in life they just don't wanna see But if Martin Luther was livin' He wouldn't let this be
Skin head, dead head Everybody gone bad Situation, segregation Everybody allegation In the suite, on the news Everybody dog food Kick me, strike me Don't you wrong or right me
All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us
(Ill Bill) they killed my entire family, murdered and tortured, raped and pilliged i was only five and i was the only survivor witness my entire village burned to the ground he wore a serpent in his crown unhappily commited murder with a frown in an army of black hooded fiery skulled generals and a sorceror that could cast spells in the change of genitals held me at slavery until I was eighteen killed my slave master, five years later; became king and I slain dragons and ate steaks during famin had the seeds of war planted in a dirty tavern had the seeds of presidents killed in a burst of anger and had they parents bleed to death on the floor of a dirty bathroom I watched the palaces burn I've seen the ashes of my comrads return to they family in a urn while a proud child remember's his father that died the cycle continues with vengence alive in his mind
[Chorus - Max Cavalera of Sepultura/Soulfly] Refuse, resist...war is my destiny Disorder, unleashed...war is my destiny Chaos, A.D....war is my destiny Under a pale gray sky...war is my destiny
(Immortal Technique) I was an angel before a third of the star's fell cast with the sternam of satan into the pit of hell our beloved leader forced to be a bottom feeder the great deciever that promised victory of the monkey lovers we took a vultorous structure and a traitor fell upon 'em we ripped his skin off and crowned a new son in the mornin' a new president to lead out our corporation with vengence on god in heavens domination but 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 and I built them the tower of language that collected them and then the lord cried, water falling out from his eyes and my children died, drowning in the tears from the sky and it was then, satan called back to me with a plan a design for the ultimate curruption of man see back then we used to set the chosen ones on fire you really think God only send a single mesiah? and so we allowed the birth of many prophets on earth and since the followers were human, they were born with a curse they begain 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 Gods name, because war is my destiny
[Chorus - Max Cavalera of Sepultura/Soulfly] Refuse, resist...war is my destiny Disorder, unleashed...war is my destiny Chaos, A.D....war is my destiny Under a pale gray sky...war is my destiny
Kabir Suman, popularly known as the Bob Dylan of West Bengal, has been one of the strongest voices against the Indian government's crackdown on anyone who speaks up. If poverty and malnutrition disturbs you, and you voice your discontent loudly, the govt. terms you a Maoist. Speak up against the millions of tribals whose houses are burnt or women are gangraped - because those tribals wouldn't let the corporates grab their only possession, their land - then the govt. calls you a Maoist.
And so was Maoist leader Azad killed. In this video, Kabir Suman sings out the irony of lies floated by the govt., with regards to Azad's "encounter" death. Really, how many more encounters will it take before we realise what a farce democracy, what a rotten government, and most importantly, what a silent voyeuristic populace we are?
Please download the song before it is deleted from this site by a paranoid govt. This home-made video is not of the best quality, but those of you who would want a better quality audio (mp3 format) of this song, write to me at aa.priyanka@gmail.com
song from godard's la chinoise (1967) written by Claude Channes: translated in english: Vietnam burns and me I spurn Mao Mao Johnson giggles and me I wiggle Mao Mao Napalm runs and me I gun Mao Mao Cities die and me I cry Mao Mao Whores cry and me I sigh Mao Mao The rice is mad and me a cad It's the Little Red Book That makes it all move Imperialism lays down the law Revolution is not a party The A-bomb is a paper tiger The masses are the real heroes The Yanks kill and me I read Mao Mao The jester is king and me I sing Mao Mao The bombs go off and me I scoff Mao Mao Girls run and me I follow Mao Mao The Russians eat and me I dance Mao Mao I denounce and I renounce Mao Mao It's the Little Red Book That makes it all move
