Vilken är den vackraste sångtexten du vet?

[postpunk]

Nedanstående är de finaste rader jag någonsin lyckats ta till mig. Jag får alltid tårar i ögonen och rysningar på ryggen av den.

Death in june, Accidental Protege:


When You Prey in Silence
And See Our Jesus Stagger
Awake! and Take a Perfumed Candle
And Use Life Like a Dagger

I'm Your Accidental Protege`
The Gift, The Blood
The Thrownaway

The Silver Chain Has Broken?
Goals and Dreams Fufill
With Emptiness and Instinct
With Impurity and Will

I'm Your Accidental Protege`
The Grave of Love
The Yesterday

In This My Year of 3 Winters
Where Orchards Fade , Fade and Fall
Like a Loaf of Love's
New Bake
Fallen, Beautiful, Adored?

I'm Your Accidental Protege`
The Gift, The Blood
The Thrownaway

I Thought I Found Paradise
But, Paradise Came and Wept
Like The Wind Through The Winter's Woods
It Cowed and Took A Breath

I'm Your Accidental Protege`
The Gift, The Blood
The Yesterday

[postpunk]

Bomba mig med lyrik nu!
Jag har fattat att för många så är texterna bara ett komplement till musiken, men nog finns det fler än jag som mest är intresserade av texterna?

[Audix]

Waterboys "Red Army Blues".

Roger Waters "Leaving Beirut" är en låt jag nyligen börjat lyssna på och finner texten fascinerande.

[dimitri]

Liten Valsmelodi

[Nattlorden]

Älska mig nu (Björn Afzelius)

Älska mej nu, när gryningen kommer
och skyarna blänker som slöjor av guld.
Älska mej nu, när måsarna skriker
och doften från havet står tung i vårt rum.

Älska mej nu, när solkatter leker
över din nakna, brunbrända kropp.
Älska mig nu, när allting står stilla;
Denna magiska stund just då Solen går opp.

När vi lekte igår blev du rusig och lycklig,
du ville ha vin för du kände dig blyg.
När vi dansade såg jag igenom din klänning,
och jag såg hur din blick klädde av mej i smyg.

Älska mej nu, du som känner min ömhet;
Du, som somnade in som ett barn på min arm.
Älska mej nu, du som känner min styrka;
Nu är jag oskyddad, blodfull och varm.

[Nattlorden]

Loreena McKennitt - Cé hé mise le unlaight? / The two trees

Beloved, gaze in thine own heart,
The holy tree is growing there;
From joy the holy branches start,
And al the trembling flowers they bear.
The changing colours of its fruit
Have dowered the stars with merry light;
The surety of its hidden root
Has planted quiet in the night;
The shaking of its leafy head
Has given the waves their melody,
And made my lips and music wed,
Murmuring a wizard song for thee.

There the Loves a circle go,
The flaming circle of our days,
Gyring, spiring to and fro
In those great ignorant leafy ways;
Remembering all that shaken hair
And how the winged sandals dart,
Thine eyes grow full of tender care;
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.

Gaze no more in the bitter glass
The demons, with their subtle guile,
Lift up before us when they pass,
Or only gaze a little while;
For there a fatal image grows
That the stormy night receives,
Roots half hidden under snows,
Broken boughs and blackened leaves.
For all things turn to barenness
In the dim glass the demons hold,
The glass of outer weariness,
Made when God slept in times of old.
There, through the broken branches, go
The ravens of unresting thought;
Flying, crying, to and fro,
Cruel claw and hungry throat,
Or else they stand and stiff the wind,
And shake their ragged wings: alas!
Thy tender eyes grow all unkind:
Gaze no more in the bitter glass.

Beloved, gaze in thine own heart
The holy tree is growing there;
From joy the holy branches start,
And all the trembling flowers they bear.
Remembering all that shaken hair
And how the winged sandals dart,
Thine eyes grow full of tender care:
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.

(lite fusk dock - det är William Butler Yeats som tonsatts)

[Max_Headroom]

Oj! Det finns så många bra. Men en som dom flesta känner till:

Depeche Mode - Somebody.

I want somebody to share
Share the rest of my life
Share my innermost thoughts
Know my intimate details
Someone who’ll stand by my side
And give me support
And in return
She’ll get my support
She will listen to me
When I want to speak
About the world we live in
And life in general
Though my views may be wrong
They may even be perverted
She’ll hear me out
And won’t easily be converted
To my way of thinking
In fact she’ll often disagree
But at the end of it all
She will understand me
Aaaahhhhh....

I want somebody who cares
For me passionately
With every thought and
With every breath
Someone who’ll help me see things
In a different light
All the things I detest
I will almost like
I don’t want to be tied
To anyone’s strings
I’m carefully trying to steer clear of
Those things
But when I’m asleep
I want somebody
Who will put their arms around me
And kiss me tenderly
Though things like this
Make me sick
In a case like this
I’ll get away with it
Aaaahhhhh....

[hajen1]

En i högen av mäster Bob.
Bob Dylan " Not Dark Yet "

Shadows are fallen and I've been here all day
It's too hot to sleep time is running away
Feel like my soul has turned into steel
I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal

There's not even room enough to be anywhere
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there

Well my sense of humanity has gone down the drain
Behind every beautiful thing there's been some kind
of pain
She wrote me a letter and she wrote it so kind
she put down in writing what was in her mind
I just don't see why I should even care
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there

Well, I've been to London and I've been to gay Paree
I've followed the river and I got to the sea
I've been down on the bottom of a world full of lies
I ain't looking for nothing in anyone's eyes
Sometimes my burden seems more than I can bear
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there

I was born here and I'll die here against my will
I know it looks like I'm moving, but I'm standing still
Every nerve in my body it's vacant and numb
I can't even remember what it was I came here to get
away from
Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.

[postpunk]

Tack killar. Jag måste kasta ut Death in june ett tag. Just nu lyssnar jag på "After the goldrush" med Neil Young. Skall testa alla låtar i denna tråden också.
Edit: Är det ok om jag kastar ut min fula avatargubbe.. Det vore coolt om jag sedan någon gång vågade ha mitt eget ansikte på avataren, faktiskt.

[Hetsporren]

Waterboys "Red Army Blues".

.
Javisst! Den är verkligen fantastisk och höjde mitt engelskabetyg för 22 år sedan...

[LypsylateX]

Finns otroligt många bra texter, och för att gå emot mig själv ska jag inte nämna något av The sisters of mercy. Jag rycker en ur högen, och det får bli "When I'm gone" med Phil Ochs.

There's no place in this world where I'll belong when I'm gone
And I won't know the right from the wrong when I'm gone
And you won't find me singin' on this song when I'm gone
So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here

And I won't feel the flowing of the time when I'm gone
All the pleasures of love will not be mine when I'm gone
My pen won't pour out a lyric line when I'm gone
So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here

And I won't breathe the bracing air when I'm gone
And I can't even worry 'bout my cares when I'm gone
Won't be asked to do my share when I'm gone
So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here

And I won't be running from the rain when I'm gone
And I can't even suffer from the pain when I'm gone
Can't say who's to praise and who's to blame when I'm gone
So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here

Won't see the golden of the sun when I'm gone
And the evenings and the mornings will be one when I'm gone
Can't be singing louder than the guns when I'm gone
So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here

All my days won't be dances of delight when I'm gone
And the sands will be shifting from my sight when I'm gone
Can't add my name into the fight while I'm gone
So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here

And I won't be laughing at the lies when I'm gone
And I can't question how or when or why when I'm gone
Can't live proud enough to die when I'm gone
So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here

[Kevin_Mitnick]

Det finns endast en text som är värd att nämnas i dessa sammanhang. Det är självklart "Life is life" med Opus. Det jag gillar bäst är när sångaren med fantastisk inlevelse sjunger "na na nanana" Kan det bli vackrare och djupare än så?

When we all give the power
We all give the best
Every Minute of an hour
Don't think about a rest
When you all get the power
You all get the best

When everyone gives everything
And every Song everybody sings
Then it's life

Life is life
Life is life
Na na nanana
...

Life is life
When we all feel the power
Life is life
Come on stand up and dance
Life is life
When the feeling of the people
Is the feeling of the band

Life is life
Life is life
Na na nanana

Life
Life is life
Life is life
Na na nanana

And you call when it's over
You call it should last
Every minute of the future
Is a memory of the past
'Cause we all gave the power
We all gave the best

When everyone gave everything
And every song everybody sings
Life is life

[Billy]

Som sagt finns det många otroligt vackra texter och låtar, Neil Young (många), Dylan´s "I threw it all away", Jeff Buckleys "satisfied mind" osv osv.

Jag väljer Wild Horses av Rolling Stones - den har betytt mycket för mig och texten är otroligt bra - speciellt när man fått korgen . Gram Parsons gör för övrigt en mycket bra cover på den.

Childhood living is easy to do
The things you wanted I bought them for you
Graceless lady you know who I am
You know I can't let you slide through my hands

Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, couldn't drag me away

I watched you suffer a dull aching pain
Now you decided to show me the same
No sweeping exits or offstage lines
Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind

Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, couldn't drag me away

I know I dreamed you a sin and a lie
I have my freedom but I don't have much time
Faith has been broken, tears must be cried
Let's do some living, after we die

Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them some day

Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them some day [/quote]

[Haakan_W]

det här är en fin låt från norrland mitt hemland

Big wheels keep on turning
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the northland
I miss Luleå once again
And I think it’s a sin, yes

Well I heard pontare sing about her
Well, I heard ole roger put her down
Well, I hope roger pontare will remember
A northern man don’t need him around

Sweet home Luleå
Where the skoters go so fast
Sweet home Luleå
snow, I’m coming home to you

In Luleå we love the prostitutes
Now we all did what we could do
Now taxes does not bother me
Does your conscience bother you?
Tell the truth

Sweet home Luleå
Where the skoters go so fast
Sweet home Luleå
snow, I’m coming home to you
Here I come LULEÅ!

[viktor]

Jimi Hendrix: Third Stone from the Sun

[AnotherDrinkPlease]

Den här har jag av någon anledning gillat ett tag och har ni inte hört den så lyssna:


Garth Brooks - "Unanswered Prayers"

Just the other night at a hometown football game
My wife and I ran into my old high school flame
And as I introduced them the past came back to me
And I couldn't help but think of the way things used to be

She was the one that I'd wanted for all times
And each night I'd spend prayin' that God would make her mine
And if he'd only grant me this wish I wished back then
I'd never ask for anything again

Sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers
Remember when you're talkin' to the man upstairs
That just because he doesn't answer doesn't mean he don't care
Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers

She wasn't quite the angel that I remembered in my dreams
And I could tell that time had changed me
In her eyes too it seemed
We tried to talk about the old days
There wasn't much we could recall
I guess the Lord knows what he's doin' after all

And as she walked away and I looked at my wife
And then and there I thanked the good Lord
For the gifts in my life

Sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers
Remember when you're talkin' to the man upstairs
That just because he may not answer doesn't mean he don't care
Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers

Some of God's greatest gifts are all too often unanswered...
Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers

[celef]

du gamla du fria...

eller

jag trivs bäst i öppna landskap...

åååå så vackert!

[Manzarek]

Bruce Springsteen - Backstreets


One soft infested summer me and Terry became friends
Trying in vain to breathe the fire we was born in
Catching rides to the outskirts tying faith between our teeth
Sleeping in that old abandoned beach house getting wasted in the heat
And hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
With a love so hard and filled with defeat
Running for our lives at night on them backstreets

Slow dancing in the dark on the beach at Stockton's Wing
Where desperate lovers park we sat with the last of the Duke Street Kings
Huddled in our cars waiting for the bells that ring
In the deep heart of the night to set us loose from everything
to go running on the backstreets, running on the backstreets
We swore we'd live forever on the backstreets we take it together

Endless juke joints and Valentino drag where dancers scraped the tears
Up off the street dressed down in rags running into the darkness
Some hurt bad some really dying at night sometimes it seemed
You could hear the whole damn city crying blame it on the lies that killed us
Blame it on the truth that ran us down you can blame it all on me Terry
It don't matter to me now when the breakdown hit at midnight
There was nothing left to say but I hated him and I hated you when you went away

Laying here in the dark you're like an angel on my chest
Just another tramp of hearts crying tears of faithlessness
Remember all the movies, Terry, we'd go see
Trying to learn how to walk like heroes we thought we had to be
And after all this time to find we're just like all the rest
Stranded in the park and forced to confess
To hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
We swore forever friends on the backstreets until the end

[LypsylateX]

Jag kunde inte hålla mig längre, jag var tvungen att peta in en slumpad The sisters of mercy-text... Ur slumpgeneratorn kom en outgiven låt som finns med mycket bra ljud från en Peel-inspelning som BBC återutsände digital det här året.

Jag har kortat ner refrängen, i textform blir den något tjatig.

The sisters of mercy: Good things
The cracks appear along the wall wall wall wall wall
See the people stoop back, once stood tall tall tall tall tall
I see the buildings crumble see the empires fall
But I see no more and I don't recall

Because I see
Nothing but the good things

Well nothing ventured nothing lost
Count the changes count the cost
A reformation so uncertain
Keep your station draw the curtain

Because out there the snipers work the ridges
Building bombs and blowing bridges
Out there on a darkened road
The lines are dead and the cars explode

But in here
There's nothing but the good things

I see a green sea a pleasant land land land land land
Nothing legal underhand
On the fence or in the sand
Well I take no chances and I take no stand

Against the wall
Against the wire
Against the fall
Against the fire
Against the sale
Against the hire
They say the profits high
But I know the cost is higher

Still I see
Nothing but the good things
No!

[Nils_inaktiv]

rosor är röda, violer är blå, faktiskt.se är det enda jag tänker på.

nej ska jag va ärlig så är jag inte så mycket för poetisk lyrik. mina favoritsångare sjunger på språk som jag inte ens begriper. Iva Bittova = tjeck, Stella Vander = fransk ...... Björk är bra förstås, och sjunger dock på engelska (oftast).

Sir-Mix-Alot har ju gjort en skön raplåt. kanske inte vad jag skulle kalla 'djup' men väldigt rolig. här är ett litet extrakt:

"I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung
Wanna pull up tough
Cuz you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh, baby I wanna get with ya
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But that butt you got
Make Me so horney
Ooh, rump of smooth skin
You say you wanna get in my benz
Well use me use me cuz you aint that average groupy"

[mapem]

Detta är en av mina favoriter:

FREDMANS EPISTEL N:O 72
Lämnad vid Cajsa Lisas säng, sent om en afton

Glimmande nymf, blixtrande öga,
svävande hamn på bolstrarna höga,
menlösa styrka,
kom, kom nu att dyrka
vid ett smalt och utsläckt ljus
sömnens gud, vår Morfeus!
Luckan ren stängd, porten tillsluten,
natthuvan ren din hjässa kringknuten;
ren Norströms piskperuk
den hänger på sin spik.
Sov, somna in vid min musik!

Bofinken nyss, nyss, Cajsa Lisa,
slumrande slöt sin kvittrande visa.
Solen nyss slocknat
och fästet har tjocknat,
enslighetens tystnad rår;
jag till Fröjas dyrkan går.
Regnet nedöst i bullrande låga,
välver i skyn sin brandgula båga,
som randas lugnt och skönt
av purpur, guld och grönt,
sen jorden Jofurs åska rönt.

Somna, min nymf! Dröm om min lyra,
till dess vår sol går opp klockan fyra,
och du dig sträcker,
och armarna räcker
till min kanna och min famn,
eldad av mitt blod och namn.
Cajsa, du dör! Himmel, hon andas;
döden ger liv, och kärlek bortblandas.
Men fast din puls slår matt,
så blundar ögat glatt.
Håll med fioln; god natt!

Vad det handlar är väl rätt uppenbart, det är världshistoriens käraste tema. Bellman var en mycket stor poet som i denna epistel visar sin lyriska förmåga. Sista versens erotiska höjpunkt är oöverträffat skildrad. Lyssna på den med Fred Åkerström t ex, hans tolkning är övertygande.

[IngOehman]

Här får ni en att gissa på :


My baby, she's crazy, she's lazy, so she always bummi'n around.
Girls in France, don't stand a, chance cos I've always got my baby around.

So, don't touch, her.

Oh, it's so fine, and you know what's fine is mine.

At night we, sleep tight we, stay close togather cos the temperetur's down.
But baby, says mayby, each time I try to get my fingers around.

Please, don't touch, her.

Sitten with a tentpole, what a bloody jamboree.
Listen to our motto, be prepares for ecstacy. Here comes the bride.


My baby, goes topless, and brings her beauty to a bottomless day.
She's bathing al fresno, and all her mystery is there on display,

So, don't get, to close.
Ooh, she's so fine, and you know what's mine is mine.

Ooh it's a drag when you're hitched to a dream, and the boys in the gang think she's part of the scenery. You're never alone and the tension is painful to see.

One night I, crept in and, got on my knees and tryed to make her my wife.

One reef knot, two grannies, and we were bound to stay togather for life.

Now we'd like to...


Och där tog den slut!

Vh, iö

[AnotherDrinkPlease]

Är det 10cc...? Jag vet inte vad låten heter.

/Christian

[torbod]

Den vakraste sångtexten alla kategorier är den som är skriven med osynligt bläck över en pojkrumsposter med svenska bikinilandslaget

[swek]

Coldplay - Fix you

When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse

When the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home
and ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

High up above or down below
when you too in love to let it go
If you never try you'll never know
Just what your worth

Lights will guide you home
and ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you


Tears stream down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears streaming down your face and I

Tears stream down your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down your face and I

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you




...missade konserten i globen...

[IngOehman]

Är det 10cc...? Jag vet inte vad låten heter.

/Christian

Full poäng!
Eller nä förresten, halv poäng.


Du missade ju låten, som heter: 'Honeymoon with B troop'.

Plattan: 'Deceptive Bends'.

Enda dåliga låten på plattan är: 'Good Morning Judge'.
(Som förstås blev den stora hiten... )


Bortsett ifrån Thomas DiLeva är det få som får till märkligare sångtexter än 10cc...



Vh, iö

[hajen1]

mapem skrev:

Vad det handlar är väl rätt uppenbart, det är världshistoriens käraste tema. Bellman var en mycket stor poet som i denna epistel visar sin lyriska förmåga. Sista versens erotiska höjpunkt är oöverträffat skildrad. Lyssna på den med Fred Åkerström t ex, hans tolkning är övertygande

Underbar platta som jag nästan glömt bort. Spelade den nu på morgonen och njöt ( stått i hyllan ospelad under många år )
Detta är en kanontråd som får en att återupptäcka bra låtar och plattor!

[Max_Headroom]

Det ær før lite på svensk:

En kusttanker som stampar genom drivisen i Kvarken.
Ett träningspass på Ullevi i dis.
En gränsstation i Torneå. En gumma på en spark.
Landsorts fyr när snöstormen drar in.
Tät snö som gloppar i Mariabergets backar.
Hett och svett på Statt i Härnösand.
En tradare i snörök mellan Kiruna och Fjärran.

Det är då som det stora vemodet rullar in.
Och från havet blåser en isande, gråkall vind.

I Malmö vispas dimman av färjornas sirener.
Och på andra sidan sundet börjar världen.
En ensam Volvo sliter i motvinden på Tjörnbron.
Bion i Pajala ger "Den Sista Färden".
Lapplandspilen råmar som ett vilddjur genom natten.
Gårdarna släcker sina ljus.
Ett stormpiskat Marstrand ber sitt Pater Noster
Stockholms city svajar i sitt rus.

Det är då som det stora vemodet rullar in.
Och från havet blåser en isande, gråkall vind.

Tradarfik i Doxa i motorvägens skugga.
En överdos på Skärholmens station.
Insnöade gårdar nånstans på Österlen.
Och fyllan växer till på Mommas krog.
Frusen törst i kön till Stadspuben i Luleå.
Frusna drömmar uti monarkin.
Kärleken får leva mellan nattskiftet och drömmen.
Kärleken går på billigt vin.

Det är då som det stora vemodet rullar in.
Och från havet blåser en isande, gråkall vind.

[PekkaJohansson]

Jag lägger min röst på Philemon Arthur & The Dungs "Du är min enda vän". Fantastiskt monoton och lätt tramsig visa som ändå har någon slags genuint vemodig folkviseton, precis som mycket annat av denna hemliga skånska grupp. Jag har svårt att inte beröras. Stämsången går inte av för hackor heller.

"Du är min enda vän, jag tänker på dig varje dag.
Du kommer aldrig igen, men jag tänker på dig varje dag.
Du är min enda vän, och du kommer aldrig igen.
Du är min enda vän, jag tänker på dig varje dag.
Du kommer aldrig igen, men jag tänker på dig varje dag.
Du är min enda vän, och du kommer aldrig igen.
Du är min enda vän, jag tänker på dig varje dag.
Du kommer aldrig igen, men jag tänker på dig varje dag.
Du är min enda vän, och du kommer aldrig igen.
Du är min enda vän. Ja, jag tänker på dig varje dag.
Du, du kommer aldrig igen, men jag tänker på dig varje dag.
Ja, du är min enda vän, och du kommer aldrig igen.
Du är min enda vän, jag tänker på dig varje dag.
Du kommer aldrig igen, men jag tänker på dig varje dag.
Du är min enda vän, och du kommer aldrig igen.
Du är min enda vän, jag tänker på dig varje dag.
Du kommer aldrig igen, men jag tänker på dig varje dag.
Du är min enda vän, och du kommer aldrig igen.
Nej, du kommer aldrig igen. Nej du kommer aldrig igen, Nej du kommer aldrig igen.
Du kommer aldrig igen. Du är min enda vän.
Nej du kommer aldrig igen. Du är min enda vän.
Och du kommer aldrig igen. Och du är min enda vän.
Du kommer aldrig igen. Och du är min enda vän."

Med vänlig hälsning

Pekka

[Mad]

Kevin_Mitnick: Lysande val! Hoppas du hört Laibachs tolkning som faktiskt är snäppet bättre, speciellt ihop med videon.

PekkaJohansson: Den har jag också tänkt på att den faktiskt är riktigt vacker om man bara tar sig förbi tramsytan.

Och så mitt eget bidrag, Immortal - Technique 4th branch:

Kod: Markera allt

The voice of racism preaching the gospel is devilish
A fake church called the prophet Muhammad a terrorist
Forgetting God is not a religion, but a spiritual bond
And Jesus is the most quoted prophet in the Qu'ran
They bombed innocent people, tryin' to murder Saddam
When you gave him those chemical weapons to go to war with Iran
This is the information that they hold back from Peter Jennings
Cause Condoleeza Rice is just a new age Sally Hemmings
I break it down with critical language and spiritual anguish
The Judas I hang with, the guilt of betraying Christ
You murdered and stole his religion, and painting him white
Translated in psychologically tainted philosophy
Conservative political right wing, ideology
Glued together sloppily, the blasphemy of a nation
Got my back to the wall, cause I'm facin' assassination
Guantanamo Bay, federal incarceration
How could this be, the land of the free, home of the brave?
Indigenous holocaust, and the home of the slaves
Corporate America, dancin' offbeat to the rhythm
You really think this country, never sponsored terrorism?
Human rights violations, we continue the saga
El Savador and the contras in Nicaragua
And on top of that, you still wanna take me to prison
Just cause I won't trade humanity for patriotism

It's like MK-ULTRA, controlling your brain
Suggestive thinking, causing your perspective to change
They wanna rearrange the whole point of view of the ghetto
The fourth branch of the government, want us to settle
A bandana full of glittering, generality
Fighting for freedom and fighting terror, but what's reality?
Read about the history of the place that we live in
And stop letting corporate news tell lies to your children

Flow like the blood of Abraham through the Jews and the Arabs
Broken apart like a woman's heart, abused in a marriage
The brink of holy war, bottled up, like a miscarriage
Embedded correspondents don't tell the source of the tension
And they refuse to even mention, European intervention
Or the massacres in Jenin, the innocent screams
U.S. manufactured missles, and M-16's
Weapon contracts and corrupted American dreams
Media censorship, blocking out the video screens
A continent of oil kingdoms, bought for a bargain
Democracy is just a word, when the people are starvin'
The average citizen, made to be, blind to the reason
A desert full of genocide, where the bodies are freezin'
And the world doesn't believe that you fightin' for freedom
Cause you fucked the Middle East, and gave birth to a demon
It's open season with the CIA, bugging my crib
Trapped in a ghetto region like a Palestinian kid
Where nobody gives a fuck whether you die or you live
I'm tryin' to give the truth, and I know the price is my life
But when I'm gone they'll sing a song about Immortal Technique
Who beheaded the President, and the princes and sheiks
You don't give a fuck about us, I can see through your facade
Like a fallen angel standing in the presence of God
Bitch niggaz scared of the truth, when it looks at you hard

It's like MK-ULTRA, controlling your brain
Suggestive thinking, causing your perspective to change
They wanna rearrange the whole point of view in the ghetto
The fourth branch of the government, want us to settle
A bandana full of glittering, generality
Fighting for freedom and fighting terror, but what's reality?
Martial law is coming soon to the hood, to kill you
While you hanging your flag out your project window