Life is Music (Thema geklaut von LyS)

Wie schön es ist, bekloppt zu sein

Inside, inside my mind

Feelings, thought evolution left behind

Look out at the shadows of weeping billions

Destroyers of your own civilization

Look out at the dead of summers window

In the heartland of the inner city winter

The dying, the empty figures wait

While riding a world they cannot save

Love the dying

Love the dying

Species slowly disappear

From the canyon of the new concrete frontier

All races of the suicidal species

Drawn faces, just fire their babies

Love the dying

A lullaby makes you feel better

The world's all but died but we're together

A lullaby makes you feel better

The hatred outside, really doesn't, really doesn't matter

It doesn't matter

It doesn't matter

It doesn't matter

Here´s to the losers

The substance abusers

To the rejects

All the imperfects

´Cause i think we´re beatiful

´Cause i think we´re beautiful

´Cause i think we´re beautiful

No matter what anyone says

I think we´re beautiful

The most beautiful in the world

Calling out to our world leaders of all nations

Calling out to our world believers in freedom

I'm a believer, I'm a believer, I'm a believer, I'm a believer

I dream supersonic, I dream supersonic, I dream supersonic

I dream supersonic, I dream supersonic, I dream supersonic

I dream supersonic, I dream supersonic

We are the government, we are the government, we are the government

We are the government, we are the government, we are the government

We are the government, we are the government

AND WE ROCKNROLL

Don't pledge allegiance to flags, I burn 'em

Zitat von AlxBedn

Inside, inside my mind

Feelings, thought evolution left behind

Look out at the shadows of weeping billions

Destroyers of your own civilization

Look out at the dead of summers window

In the heartland of the inner city winter

The dying, the empty figures wait

While riding a world they cannot save

Love the dying

Love the dying

Species slowly disappear

From the canyon of the new concrete frontier

All races of the suicidal species

Drawn faces, just fire their babies

Love the dying

Alles anzeigen

stabiler typ.

hat mich vom stil her entfernt an die olle kamelle hier erinnert. ist halt auch n brett

Steckt bei beiden viel 80er drin - auf den ersten beiden Warrior Soul in der Form von Joy Division. Und generell viel wütende, dystopische Verachtung auf die US NeoLibs der 80er.

Hat mir als damals 15-Jährigem, mit nur einem Gitarrenriff über 10 Minuten den American Dream klip und klar verständlich gemacht - (und damit 1988 ziemlich exakt Trumpsche Verhältnisse vorausgesagt sowie nebenbeidas Drehbuch für The Wire geschrieben).

(...) It would be a little obvious

To fence off all the slums

Hand out machine guns

To the poor in the projects

And watch 'em kill each other off

A more subtle genocide is when

The only hope for the young

Is to join the Army and slowly die

Wall Street or Crack Dealer Avenue

The last roads left to the American Dream

Wall Street or Crack Dealer Avenue

Wall Street or Crack Dealer Avenue

Only on road leads to this neighborhood

Little kids wanna sell drugs when they grow up

More crack-more panic-moe cops-more jails

You see emergency-total war

You see emergency-total war

You see a black face-you see a crackhead

You see a black face-you see a crackhead

You see a black face-you see Willie Horton with a knife

They're everywhere, I know

You asked for it, you've got it

Drug suspects have no rights at all

Property seized and sold before trial

Labor camps-on American soil?!?

The leader for tomorrow is yours today

Finally gotcha psyched for a police state

On the Washington D.C. Beltway

Around and around I go

In a black van with no windows

And a chimney puffing smoke

My van's a mobile oven now

That burns the bodies you never see

Just like in Chile or Guatemala

People just seem to disappear

Just like Rome

We fell asleep when we got spoiled

Ignore human rights in the rest of the world

Ya might just lose your own

As the noose of narco-militarism

Tightens 'round your necks

We worry about burning flags

And pee in jars at work

To keep our jobs

But if someone came for you one night

And dragged you away

Do you really think your neighbors

Would even care...

Put down that weapon or we'll all be gone