Protest!
Sit-ins. Walk-outs. Smashing up the headquarters of a major political party. Chaining yourself to the railings outside your local sweet shop because they changed Marathons to Snickers. How have you stuck it to The Man?
( , Thu 11 Nov 2010, 12:24)
Sit-ins. Walk-outs. Smashing up the headquarters of a major political party. Chaining yourself to the railings outside your local sweet shop because they changed Marathons to Snickers. How have you stuck it to The Man?
( , Thu 11 Nov 2010, 12:24)
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I think these lyrics apply to this QOTW
Paranoia is in bloom,
The PR transmissions will resume,
They'll try to push drugs that keep us all dumbed down,
And hope that we will never see the truth around
(So come on)
Another promise, another scene,
Another packaged lie to keep us trapped in greed,
And all the green belts wrapped around our minds,
And endless red tape to keep the truth confined
(So come on)
They will not force us,
They will stop degrading us,
They will not control us,
We will be victorious
(So come on)
Interchanging mind control,
Come let the revolution take it's toll,
If you could flick a switch and open your third eye,
You'd see that
We should never be afraid to die
(So come on)
Rise up and take the power back,
It's time the fat cats had a heart attack,
You know that their time's coming to an end,
We have to unify and watch our flag ascend
They will not force us,
They will stop degrading us,
They will not control us,
We will be victorious
So come on
They will not force us,
They will stop degrading us,
They will not control us,
We will be victorious
( , Fri 12 Nov 2010, 11:49, 19 replies)
Paranoia is in bloom,
The PR transmissions will resume,
They'll try to push drugs that keep us all dumbed down,
And hope that we will never see the truth around
(So come on)
Another promise, another scene,
Another packaged lie to keep us trapped in greed,
And all the green belts wrapped around our minds,
And endless red tape to keep the truth confined
(So come on)
They will not force us,
They will stop degrading us,
They will not control us,
We will be victorious
(So come on)
Interchanging mind control,
Come let the revolution take it's toll,
If you could flick a switch and open your third eye,
You'd see that
We should never be afraid to die
(So come on)
Rise up and take the power back,
It's time the fat cats had a heart attack,
You know that their time's coming to an end,
We have to unify and watch our flag ascend
They will not force us,
They will stop degrading us,
They will not control us,
We will be victorious
So come on
They will not force us,
They will stop degrading us,
They will not control us,
We will be victorious
( , Fri 12 Nov 2010, 11:49, 19 replies)
This is true
and any song that ends with a Chopin Nocturne gets my vote anytime.
( , Fri 12 Nov 2010, 12:34, closed)
and any song that ends with a Chopin Nocturne gets my vote anytime.
( , Fri 12 Nov 2010, 12:34, closed)
Oh it's absolutely harsh.
I actually REALLY rate Origin of Symmetry. I just find their attempts at being political a bit laughable really. They should stick to writing incomprehensible post-relationship whining. It really suits his voice for one thing. Then we can concentrate on the awesome guitar solos and space opera chord progressions.
( , Fri 12 Nov 2010, 12:43, closed)
I actually REALLY rate Origin of Symmetry. I just find their attempts at being political a bit laughable really. They should stick to writing incomprehensible post-relationship whining. It really suits his voice for one thing. Then we can concentrate on the awesome guitar solos and space opera chord progressions.
( , Fri 12 Nov 2010, 12:43, closed)
They put on amazing shows too - when was the last time you saw an acrobat suspended from a UFO flying around Wembley?
( , Sun 14 Nov 2010, 10:47, closed)
This doesn't merit a new answer, so I'll stick it in the replies...
Whatever happened to childhood?
We're all scared of the kids in our neighboorhood;
They're not small, charming and harmless,
They're a violent bunch of bastard little shits.
And anyone who looks younger than me
Makes me check for my wallet, my phone and my keys,
And I'm tired of being tired out
Always being on the lookout for thieving gits.
We're all wondering how we ended up so scared;
We spent ten long years teaching our kids not to care
And that "there's no such thing as society" anyway,
And all the rich folks act surprised
When all sense of community dies,
But you just closed your eyes to the other side
Of all the things that she did.
Thatcher fucked the kids.
And it seems a little bit rich to me,
The way the rich only ever talk of charity
In times like the seventies, the broken down economy
Meant even the upper tier was needing some help.
But as soon as things look brighter,
Yeah the grin gets wider and the grip gets tighter,
And for every teenage tracksuit mugger
There's a guy in a suit who wouldn't lift a finger for anybody else.
You've got a generation raised on the welfare state,
Enjoyed all its benefits and did just great,
But as soon as they were settled as the richest of the rich,
They kicked away the ladder, told the rest of us that life's a bitch.
And it's no surprise that all the fuck-ups
Didn't show up until the kids had grown up.
But when no one ever smiles or ever helps a stranger,
Is it any fucking wonder our society's in danger of collapse?
So all the kids are bastards,
But don't blame them, yeah, they learn by example.
Blame the folks who sold the future for the highest bid:
That's right, Thatcher fucked the kids.
( , Fri 12 Nov 2010, 12:47, closed)
Whatever happened to childhood?
We're all scared of the kids in our neighboorhood;
They're not small, charming and harmless,
They're a violent bunch of bastard little shits.
And anyone who looks younger than me
Makes me check for my wallet, my phone and my keys,
And I'm tired of being tired out
Always being on the lookout for thieving gits.
We're all wondering how we ended up so scared;
We spent ten long years teaching our kids not to care
And that "there's no such thing as society" anyway,
And all the rich folks act surprised
When all sense of community dies,
But you just closed your eyes to the other side
Of all the things that she did.
Thatcher fucked the kids.
And it seems a little bit rich to me,
The way the rich only ever talk of charity
In times like the seventies, the broken down economy
Meant even the upper tier was needing some help.
But as soon as things look brighter,
Yeah the grin gets wider and the grip gets tighter,
And for every teenage tracksuit mugger
There's a guy in a suit who wouldn't lift a finger for anybody else.
You've got a generation raised on the welfare state,
Enjoyed all its benefits and did just great,
But as soon as they were settled as the richest of the rich,
They kicked away the ladder, told the rest of us that life's a bitch.
And it's no surprise that all the fuck-ups
Didn't show up until the kids had grown up.
But when no one ever smiles or ever helps a stranger,
Is it any fucking wonder our society's in danger of collapse?
So all the kids are bastards,
But don't blame them, yeah, they learn by example.
Blame the folks who sold the future for the highest bid:
That's right, Thatcher fucked the kids.
( , Fri 12 Nov 2010, 12:47, closed)
Clicking the reply, rather than the OP, in protest
Cause its a better fucking song!
Frank Turner FTW!
EDIT: Aaaaaaand now I have to go listen to Sea Legs cause its stuck in my head.....
( , Wed 17 Nov 2010, 6:22, closed)
Cause its a better fucking song!
Frank Turner FTW!
EDIT: Aaaaaaand now I have to go listen to Sea Legs cause its stuck in my head.....
( , Wed 17 Nov 2010, 6:22, closed)
Good track that one
When we were young the future was so bright
The old neighborhood was so alive
And every kid on the whole damn street
Was gonna make it big in every beat
Now the neighborhood's cracked and torn
The kids are grown up but their lives are worn
How can one little street
Swallow so many lives
Chances thrown
Nothing's free
Longing for
Used to be
Still it's hard
Hard to see
Fragile lives
shattered dreams
Jenny had a chance, well she really did
Instead she dropped out and had a couple of kids
Mark still lives at home cause he's got no job
He just plays guitar and smokes a lot of pot
Jay committed suicide
Brandon OD'd and died
What the hell is going on?
The cruellest dream - reality
Chances thrown
Nothing's free
Longing for
what used to be
Still it's hard
Hard to see
Fragile lives
Shattered dreams
( , Fri 12 Nov 2010, 12:56, closed)
When we were young the future was so bright
The old neighborhood was so alive
And every kid on the whole damn street
Was gonna make it big in every beat
Now the neighborhood's cracked and torn
The kids are grown up but their lives are worn
How can one little street
Swallow so many lives
Chances thrown
Nothing's free
Longing for
Used to be
Still it's hard
Hard to see
Fragile lives
shattered dreams
Jenny had a chance, well she really did
Instead she dropped out and had a couple of kids
Mark still lives at home cause he's got no job
He just plays guitar and smokes a lot of pot
Jay committed suicide
Brandon OD'd and died
What the hell is going on?
The cruellest dream - reality
Chances thrown
Nothing's free
Longing for
what used to be
Still it's hard
Hard to see
Fragile lives
Shattered dreams
( , Fri 12 Nov 2010, 12:56, closed)
Bit too shouty
I prefer Leonard Cohen. With a scarf over his mouth
( , Fri 12 Nov 2010, 13:47, closed)
I prefer Leonard Cohen. With a scarf over his mouth
( , Fri 12 Nov 2010, 13:47, closed)
Music to harm yourself to
Leonard Cohen should be sponsored by the Samaritans.
( , Fri 12 Nov 2010, 15:38, closed)
Leonard Cohen should be sponsored by the Samaritans.
( , Fri 12 Nov 2010, 15:38, closed)
I always admired Conflict's command of the language:
You fucked old Yankee crony git
You screwed up bastard commie shit
You evil hag with blood-stained hands
Fuck you
Fucking hang
Fuck it
Frank and to the point.
( , Sat 13 Nov 2010, 8:14, closed)
You fucked old Yankee crony git
You screwed up bastard commie shit
You evil hag with blood-stained hands
Fuck you
Fucking hang
Fuck it
Frank and to the point.
( , Sat 13 Nov 2010, 8:14, closed)
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