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I have Thursdays CD War All of the Time, and I listen to it a lot on my way to work. Especially the first song on the CD is "For the Workforce Drowning". I get to listen to the whole thing straight through because I'm in traffic.

 

So what I want to know is what song gets your blood boiling, your teeth grinding, your fists clenching...

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  • 10 months later...

"Eve of Destruction"

P.F Sloan--performed by Bob Dylan

 

 

The Eastern World

It is explodin'

Violence flarin'

Bullets loadin'

You're old enough to kill

But not for votin'

You don't believe in war

But what's that gun you're totin'

And even the Jordan River has bodies floatin'

 

 

But you tell me over, and over, and over again my friend

Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction

 

 

Don't you understand what I'm tryin' to say

And can't you feel the fears I'm feelin' today

If the button is pushed, there's no runnin' away

There'll be no one to save

With the whole world in a grave

Take a look around you boy,

It's bound to scare you boy

 

 

And you tell me over, and over, and over again my friend

Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction

 

 

Yeah, my blood's so mad

Feels like coagulatin'

I'm sittin' here, just contemplatin'

I can't twist the truth

It knows no regulation

Handful of senators don't pass legislation

And marches alone can't bring integration

When human respect is disintegratin'

This whole crazy world

Is just too frustratin'

 

 

And you tell me over, and over, and over again my friend

Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction

 

 

And think of all the hate there is in Red China

Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama

Ah you may leave here for four days in space

But when you return it's the same old place

The poundin' of the drums

The pride and disgrace

You can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace

Hate your next door neighbor, but don't forget to say grace

 

 

But you tell me over, and over, and over, and over again my friend

You don't believe we're on the eve of destruction

No, no, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction

 

 

 

To me, that is one hell of a great song for a little rage. I also like Dylan's Master's of War. I think there MAY have been an "Anti-War/Bush" music thread, but our Latvian friend may have destroyed it.

Just thought I'd resurrect this. I actually picked up a cool compilation CD the other day called "Future Soundtrack for America." It's distributed by moveon.org. It has some awesome artists on it (Tom Waits, REM, Sleater-Kinney just to name a few) but I think they should have called it "Fuck you Toby Keith and all your red-neck fans." I think that would have improved sales. :welcome:

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so i want to kill this waitress

she's worked her a year longer than i

if i did it fast you know that's an act of kindness

 

but i believe in peace

i believe in peace, bitch

i believe in peace

 

i want to kill this waitress

i can't believe this violence in mind

and is her power all in her club sandwich

 

but i believe in peace

i believe in peace, bitch

i believe in peace

 

i want to kill this killing wish

they're too many stars and not enough sky

boys all think she's living kindness

ask a fellow waitress

ask a fellow waitress

 

[The Waitress + Tori Amos]

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There’s a place in the world for the angry young man

With his working class ties and his radical plans

He refuses to bend, he refuses to crawl,

He’s always at home with his back to the wall.

And he’s proud of his scars and the battles he’s lost,

And he struggles and bleeds as he hangs on the cross-

And he likes to be known as the angry young man.

 

Give a moment or two to the angry young man,

With his foot in his mouth and his heart in his hand.

He’s been stabbed in the back, he’s been misunderstood,

It’s a comfort to know his intentions are good.

And he sits in a room with a lock on the door,

With his maps and his medals laid out on the floor-

And he likes to be known as the angry young man.

 

I believe I’ve passed the age of consciousness and righteous rage

I found that just surviving was a noble fight.

I once believed in causes too,

I had my pointless point of view,

And life went on no matter who was wrong or right.

 

And there’s always a place for the angry young man,

With his fist in the air and his head in the sand.

And he’s never been able to learn from mistakes,

So he can’t understand why his heart always breaks.

But his honor is pure and his courage as well,

And he’s fair and he’s true and he’s boring as hell-

And he’ll go to the grave as an angry old man.

 

[Angry Young Man-Billy Joel]

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  • 3 years later...

I've been in a very Saul-y mood lately. Seems to strike me annually.

 

 

This is a call out to all the youth

in the ghettos, suburbs, villages, townships

To all the kids who download this song for free

By any means

To all the kids short on loot but high on dreams

All the kids watching TV like, "Yo, I wish that was me."

And all the kids pressing rewind on Let's Get Free

I hear you

To all the people within the sound of my voice:

 

Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined

The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line

(Shakespeare)

Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined

The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line

 

I didn't vote for this state of affairs

My emotional state's got me prostrate, fearing my fears

In all reality I'm under prepared

'Cause I'm ready for war but not sure if I'm ready to care

And that's why I'm under prepared

'Cause I'm ready to fight

But most fights got me fighting back tears

'Cause the truth is really I'm scared

Not scared of the truth

But just scared of

the length you'll go to fight it

I tried to hold my tongue, son

I tried to bite it

I'm not trying to start a riot

or incite it

'Cause Brutus is an honorable man

It's just coincidence that oil men would wage war on an oil rich land?

And this one goes out to my man

taking cover in the trenches with a gun in his hand

then gets home and no one flinches when he can't feed his fam

But Brutus is an honorable man

 

If you have tears prepare to shed them now

For you share the guilt of blood spilt in accordance with the Dow(tao) Jones

Dow drops fresh crop skull and bones

A machete in the heady, Hutu, Tutsi, Leone

An Afghani in a shanty, doodle dandy yank on

An Iraqi in Gap khaki, Coca Coma come on

Be ye bishop or pawn

In the streets or the lawn

You should know that these example could go on and on and

What since does it make to keep your ears to the street

As long as oils in the soil, truth is never concrete

So we dare to represent those with the barest of feet

'Cause the laws to which we're loyal keep the soil deplete

It's our job to not let history repeat

 

So here's the plan:

The ides of march are always at hand

And when the power hungry strike

They strike the poorest of man

And if you dare put up a fight

They'll come and fight for your land

And they'll call it liberation or salvation

A call to the youth:

Your freedom ain't so free, it's just loose

But the power of your voice could redirect any truth

Shift and shape the world you want

And keep your fears in a noose

Let them dangle from a banner star spangled

I'm willing and able

To lift my dreams up out of their cradle

Nurse and nurture my ideals

'Til they're much more than a fable

I can be all I can be and do much more than I'm paid to

And I won't be a slave to

What authorities say do

My desire to live within a nation on fire

Where creative passions burn and raise the stakes ever higher

Where no person is addicted top some twisted supplier

Who promotes the sort of freedom sold to the highest buyer

We demand a truth naturally at one with the land

Not a plant that photosynthesizes bombs on demand

Or a search for any weapons we let fall from our hands

I got beats and a plan

I'mma do what I can

And what you do

is question everything they say do

Every goal ideal or value they keep pushing on you

If they ask you to believe it

question whether it's true

If they ask you to achieve,

is it for them or for you?

You're the one they're asking to go carry a gun

Warfare ain't humanitarian

You're scaring me, son

Why not fight to feed the homeless, jobless, fight inflation?

Why not fight for our own healthcare and our education?

And instead, invest in that erasable lead

'Cause their twisted propaganda can't erase all the dead

And the pile of corpses pyramid on top of our heads

Or nevermind, said the shotgun to the head

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80's intense socialist industrial band Test Dept plays in support of the 1984 UK Miner's strike. Track starts off with a rousing speech about the strike, the moment at about 2:00 right when Test Dept comes in gives me goosebumps. Heavy industrial for a cause!

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Whoa. Junkerseed speaks! I don't think you were covered in the podcast, but are you w/ Tulip O by any chance?

 

I needs to listen to the podcast as I haven't heard it, but I take no offense in not going down in the annals of Hondos History. One day there will be a Howard Zinn style retelling that all of the liberal school teachers will bring into class, and it will be mostly about me.

 

I am not with Tulip O, I am not sure where that idea sprung from, we actually have never met in what some would call "real life."

 

Anyways I hope to post more often with school being a bit more manageable nowadays.

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Saul Williams

Why have I never heard of this guy before?

 

 

Two great songs sung by the greatest vocalist Ireland has ever produced

 

Luke Kelly - The Springhill Mine Disaster

 

In the town of Springhill, Nova Scotia,

Down in the dark of the Cumberland Mine,

There's blood on the coal,

And the miners lie,

In roads that never saw sun or sky,

Roads that never saw sun or sky

 

In the town of Springhill you don't sleep easy,

Often the earth will tremble and roll,

When the earth is restless miners die,

Bone and blood is the price of coal,

Bone and blood is the price of coal.

 

In the town of Springhill, Nova Scotia,

Late in the year of '58,

The day still comes and the sun still shines,

But it's dark as the grave in the Cumberland mine,

Dark as the grave in the Cumberland Mine.

 

Three days past when the lamps gave out,

And Kaela Brushton got up and said,

'We've no more water or light or bread,

So we'll live on songs and hope instead,

Live on songs and hope instead.'

 

Listen for the shouts of the black face miners,

Listen through the rubble for the rescue teams,

Three hundred tonnes of coal and slag,

Hope imprisoned in a three foot seam,

Hope imprisoned in a three foot seam.

 

Twelve days past and some were rescued,

Leaving the dead to lie alone,

Through all their live they dug a grave,

Two miles of earth is a marking stone,

Two miles of earth is a marking stone.

 

 

Luke Kelly - The Blantyre Explosion

 

By Clide's bonnie banks

as I sadly did wander

among the pit heaps

as evening grew high.

I spied a young maiden

all dressed in deep mourning

a weeping and wailing

with many a sigh.

I stepped up beside her

and this I adressed her

"Pray, tell me fair maid

of your trouble and pain."

 

Sobbing and sighing

at last she did answer

"Johnny Murphy, kind sir,

was my true lover's name

twenty-one years of age

full of youth and good looking

to work down the mine

of high Blantyre he came.

The wedding was fixed

all guests were invited

that calm summer's evening

my Johnny was slain.

The explosion was heard

all the women and children

with pale anxious faces

made haste to the mine.

 

When the truth was made known

the hills rang with their mourning.

Three hundred and ten

young miners were slain.

Now husbands and wives

and sweethearts and brothers

that Blantyre explosion

they'll never forget.

And all you young miners

who hear my sad story

shed a tear for the victims

who were laid to their rest."

 

Finally an amazing song that captures the pain and especially the anger felt over the Irish famine (for those that don't know Ireland's population dropped from around 8 million to 4 million in 6 years, around 2 million died and another 2 million emigrated).

It's by Death Metal band Primordial but it's not that heavy and deserves to be listened to even if you don't like metal, if you especially don't like metal you can skip to 2:20 past the heavier intro and for the beginning of the mellower part of the song.

 

 

Primordial - The Coffin Ships

 

Young hearts born with grief

Shall pay the penalty of truth

A season of stolen youth

Shall teach old hearts to break

 

It feels like I've been here before

Here to where the animals lay down to die

So we stood alone on a distant store

Our broken spirits in rags and tatters

 

Nerve and muscle, heart and brains

Lost to Ireland, lost in vain

Pause and you can almost hear

The sounds echo down through the ages

The creak of the burial cart

Here in humiliation and sorrow

Not mixed with indignation

One is driven to exclaim

Oh god, that bread should be so dear

And human flesh so cheap

 

Young hearts are born with such grief

We have paid the penalty of truth

A season of our stolen youth

Shall teach our hearts to break

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I have no idea, I'm of the mind he's a troll, and I am narcissistic enough to think it is in some way for me. Who else likes death/black/thrash on this board? You to a SMALL degree. But otherwise I am the stand out. And for this guy to be all "Death Metal till I die", then to post the pretty much exact opposite as his first vid, just is asking for me to call him out.

 

I dunno, it's just one of those things, if it is too good to be true it probably isnt.

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To wash away the filth...some REAL music...

 

http://youtu.be/8o7SamPkmeg

behold! children ov Cain

all beings not ov reptilian form

be upon them!

spare none! mercy cast aside!

those who feareth not my sacred blade

shall be blessed

 

repent not!

Thou art man

god is no more

rise now above the weakness ov flesh

come forth! join ye the arsenals ov blasphemy

follow the One

who spurred Roman warring legions

 

rise up! o power from sea below all seas

SIRIUS! DRACONIS!

awake from everlasting dream!

spirits ov abomination

formless Thou hath appeared before me

I am before all things

 

chthonic gods! those from beyond the stars

commander ov hosts devour the flesh ov man

may their weapons melt like wax

may their tongues be torn apart

may Apophis grind their bones

may their ashes be scattered all around...

 

hear me! o vermin!

how couldst Thou fall so low?

redemption thru denial

restriction becomes a sin

mankind! so pure...

castrate Thy impotent god

vomit forth the blasphemy

and forever shalt Thee win

 

http://youtu.be/7IXsL511TJw

You pray to god every night when you are in bed

You want your god to come and take your pain away

Your Christian god will always say that he is your friend

But I know for fact that all he wants is to give your head

Join your faggot god

Chsistian faggot race

With open mouth he kneels

Ready to give head

 

God gives head in heaven

God gives head in heaven

 

He will swallow it all

Your filthy Christian seed

It ain't no big surprise

This is how your god is like

 

God gives head in heaven

God gives head in heaven

 

Forced to fuck your god

He wants it up his ass

Heaven is for fagots

Christian paradise

Now your god wants blood

He takes you from behind

Christian assholes bleed

Holy paradise

 

and of course this is mainly for those angry at or oppressed by Christianity...which given it's record could be quite a lot of people

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Not as offensive as christianity is to me...soo POOP on them! Also not as offensive as getting assfucked by a priest, maybe I can save some misguided youth by showing them there is an alternative. And if anyone IS offended I am truly sorry and offer this as an apology...

 

Skip to about 1:28

http://youtu.be/2iJIVN9tztA

 

I don't want to hear it

All you do is talk about you

I don't want to hear it

Cause I know that none of it's true

I don't want to hear it

I'm sick and tired jof all your lies

I don't want to hear it

When are you gonna realize

 

I don't want to hear it

I know you're full of shit [4x]

 

I don't want to hear it

All you do is talk about you

I don't want to hear it

Cause I know that none of it is true

I don't want to hear it

I'm sick and tired of all your lies

I don't want to hear it

When are you going to realize

 

I don't want to hear it

I know your full of shit [4x]

 

Shut your fucking mouth

I don't care what you say

You can keep talking

Talking everyday

First you're telling stories

Then you're telling lies

When the fuck are you gonna realize

 

I don't want to hear it

I know you're full of shit [4x]

 

Ah, shut the fuck up

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