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Right in Two by Tool.
It’s all good but here’s a juicy verse:
"Monkey killing, monkey killing monkey over pieces of the ground.
Silly monkeys, Give them thumbs, they make a club To beat their brother down.
How they’ve survived so misguided is a mystery.
Repugnant is a creature who would squander the ability To lift an eye to heaven, conscious of his fleeting time here."
Ahh I love that one.
Similarly, this verse but particularly the last two lines from it, from ‘A Perfect Circle - The Doomed’. Always hits me hard. So relevant and sad:
Blessed are the fornicants
May we bend down to be their whor*s
Blessed are the rich
May we labor, deliver them more
Blessed are the envious
Bless the slothful, the wrathful, the vain
Blessed are the gluttonous
May they feast us to famine and war
This is the song that first came to mind for me. I was only in high school but this song taught me so much. It had never been put into words to me like that. I’ve always carried the meaning with me and it still breaks my heart to watch the world constantly cut it all right in two.
–Don’t these talking monkeys know that Eden has enough to go around?
Plenty in this holy garden, silly monkeys Where there’s one, you’re bound to divide it…
Right in two–
Love, Ire, and Song by Frank Turner
Well a teacher of mine once told me That life was just a list of disappoints and defeats And you could only do your best, And I said “That’s a fucking cop-out, you’re just washed up and your tired, and when I get to your age I won’t be such a coward” But these day I sit at home, known to shout at my TV And Punk Rock didn’t live up to what I hoped that it could be And all the things that I believed with all my heart when I was young Are just coasters for beers and clean surfaces for drugs And I packed all my pamphlets with my bibles at the back of the shelf Well it was bad enough the feeling, and the first time it hit When you realized your parents had let the world all go to shit And that the values and ideals for which many had fought and died Had been killed off in the committees and left to die by the wayside But it was worse when we turned to the kids on the left And got let down again by some poor excuse for protest Yeah by idiot fucking hippies in 50 different factions Who are locked inside some kind of 60’s battle re-enactment And I hung-up my banner in disgust and I head for the door Oh but once we were young, and we were crass enough to care But I guess you live and learn, we won’t make that mistake again, no Oh but surely just for one day, we could fight and we could win And if only for a little while, we could insist on the impossible Well we’ve been a good few hours drinking So I’m going to say what everyone’s thinking If we’re stuck on this ship and it’s sinking Then we might as well have a parade Cos if it’s still going to hurt in the morning And a better plan’s set to get forming Then where’s the harm spending an evening In manning the old barricades, So come on old friends to the streets Let’s be 1905 but not 1917, Let’s be heroes, let’s be martyrs, let’s be radical thinkers Who never have to test drive the least of their dreams Let’s divide up the world into the damned and safe And then ride to the valleys like the old life brigade And straighten our backs and we won’t be afraid And they’ll celebrate our deaths with a national parade So come on let’s be young, let’s be crass enough to care Let’s refuse to live and learn, let’s make all our mistakes again yes And then darling, just for one day, we can fight and we can win And if only for a little while, we could insist on the impossible Leave the mourning the to the morning Yeah pain can be killed With aspirin tablets and vitamin pills But memories of hope, and glorious defeat Are a little bit harder to beat
“Once we were young and we were crass enough to care” hit me like a hammer when I first heard it. It pairs perfectly with the line from Once We Were Anarchists from his previous album;
Young enough to be all pissed off, old enough to be jaded
It’s very much the thoughts of a young man in flux, growing into adulthood and figuring out that it doesn’t matter how much you shout and scream, changing society is really fucking hard.
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You can blow out a candle
but you can’t blow out a fire.
Once the flames begin to catch
the wind will blow it higher.
… And the eyes of the world are watching now.
They are the last lyrics of Biko, by Peter Gabriel. The way he sings those lyrics as the song builds toward the end hits me every time I hear it. The last line is sung after a slight pause, and it sounds like a veiled threat to the leaders of South Africa that killed Stephen Biko. Also, it didn’t take a long time for change to happen in South Africa after the event, but when he wrote the song it was still several years away. So at the time it was still wishful thinking that “the wind would blow the flames higher”.
“A hero cannot be defeated simply by making him die”
Victorious Eagle Warfare by Gloryhammer
Morals ain’t a substance you can shove in someone’s ear,
They’re basically a byproduct of a mind thinking clear…
- The Plan, NOFX.
And when you said "you can’t call those people cnts", well you cant call those cnts “those people”
- Those People, Frenzal Rhomb
Deep, I know. But it shows that (in my country) it’s more acceptable to call some one a c*nt than group them as “those people”
