.. Ha- You think it's funny? Turning rebellion into money
05.11.2005., subota
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Greed has poisoned men's souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical, our cleverness hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery, we need humanity. More than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost. The aeroplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men, cries out for universal brotherhood for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world, millions of despairing men, women, and little children, victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people. To those who can hear me I say, "Do not despair." The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed, the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass and dictators die; and the power they took from the people will return to the people and so long as men die, liberty will never perish. Soldiers: Don't give yourselves to brutes, men who despise you, enslave you, who regiment your lives, tell you what to do, what to think and what to feel; who drill you, diet you, treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder. Don't give yourselves to these unnatural men, machine men, with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines! You are not cattle! You are men! You have the love of humanity in your hearts. You don't hate; only the unloved hate, the unloved and the unnatural. Then, in the name of democracy, let us use that power! Let us all unite!! Let us fight for a new world, a decent world that will give men a chance to work, that will give you the future and old age a security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power, but they lie! They do not fulfill their promise; they never will. Dictators free themselves, but they enslave the people!! Now, let us fight to fulfill that promise!! Let us fight to free the world, to do away with national barriers, to do away with greed, with hate and intolerance. Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men's happiness. Soldiers: In the name of democracy, let us all unite!!! --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Nebrem verovati da je ocaj citat iz čaplinovog filma... fakat me iznedalio... veoma... |
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Angelic Upstarts "The Murder Of Liddle Towers" Who killed Liddle? Did you kill Liddle? Who killed Liddle? Police killed Liddle Towers Who killed Liddle? Did you kill Liddle? Who killed Liddle? Did you kill Liddle Towers? Who killed Liddle? Did you kill Liddle? Who killed Liddle? Police killed Liddle Towers Why did he die, or did they lie? I think he's dead, so a doctor said He was beaten black, He was beaten blue But don't be alarmed, it was the right thing to do The police have the power, Police have the right To kill a man to take away his life Drunk and disorderly was his crime I think at worst he should be doing time But he's dead He was drunk and disorderly and now he's dead Questions are unanswered Policeman scared to talk Perhaps they are hiding something Will my message get across Please tell me why, why did he die Please tell me now, and tell me how Police have the answers But they haven't got the right, to kill a man To take away his life Perhaps I'm not to clever, perhaps I'm not to bright But I think your verdict was just a lie, a lie, a lie, lie Murder, murder, murder, murder... MURDER Who killed Liddle? Did you kill Liddle? Who killed Liddle? Police killed Liddle Towers Who killed Liddle? Did you kill Liddle? Who killed Liddle? Police killed Liddle Towers -Business "Suburban Rebels" They're the sons and daughters of well off bankers Tom Robinsons' army of trendy wankers Flared blue jeans and anoracks With yellow streaks all down their backs Who act so tough when their on tv But trendy wankers don't scare me [Chorus:] Oi!, Oi! Oi! Chosen few This is what we think of you Surburban rebels playing at reds You would be urban terrorists You don't scare us with your badges and banners You know fuck all about heavy manners You're the middle class kiddies from public schools Who write the slogans on the toilet walls Like Tony Benn's clones in plastic masks You wave a hammer and sickle, never Union Jacks Got lots of mouth when your in a crowd But when your alone you don't speak loud Mikrofonija - (Svoga tijela gospodar, 2002) - Krivi ljudi Pogledaj malo bolje, još uvijek mnogi ne žele. Tapkaju u mraku, oko sebe ne vide ratove i bijedu, prirodu u mukama. Krivi ljudi drže svijet u svojim rukama! Oduvijek nas dijele na rase i nacije. Mi smo samo žrtve lažne demokracije. Nasiljem i mržnjom uvijek sve se riješava. Krivi ljudi drže svijet u svojim rukama! -partisans "Blind Ambition" Blind Ambition I woke up in the morning I was looking for a sign I thought I was doing well and everything was fine But as the hours past and it did not last The people laughed as they walked past They looked at me strange as they walked out of range I heard their idle threats try to put me to the test I was up all day and I was up all night Wondering when things would turn out right My heart it bleeds for those who cannot see the right from wrong They can't find a way out though they say they are strong Contented and confined to a life of misery Like a blind mans ambition to swim the raging sea I did my best to beat the rest, to be a man and work it out But people said I was going mad That I'd lost all sanity that I ever had Was it the drugs or was it the pressure could have been life on the never never Plastic people were all around Happy with their dreams and the safe pop sound Don't put me down cos I'm different to you Don't slag me off and I won't slag you Beat me up if it pleases you You are Mr Nobody I can see through you You've got your car and you've got your house You're kids are very happy in the happy happy house A holiday in Spain you need a break Dancing in the Discos until the day break Hit your kids if they step out of line send them to school make sure they do fine.. |