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Conspiracy Songs

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posted on May, 28 2004 @ 04:50 AM
These is a damned good conspiracy song. Below are the lyrics but if you PM me I will give you the link to listen to it. Anyone know any other good songs?

Evil, Filthy, Rotten Conspiracy
by Carl Klang

Now have you seen them flying saucers
Or some of them black helicopters
Flyiní down low and over my back yard recently?
Seen them foreign troops in ninja suits
Leaviní imprints of their combat boots
In the meadow down near the neighbor next to me?
Heard theyíre buildiní concentration camps
From the rate hike off our postage stamps
To protect and defend their great democracy
Though my vote in the last election
Didnít quite match the same projection
Made by those beautiful talking heads on my TV
When I called them to complain - and I asked them to explain
They just said that it proves that youíre not in the groove
Of the new majority
Yeah sure...

Well just between you and me - canít you feel the conspiracy?
Canít you sense the hypocrisy as they call it democracy
Well itís a threat to your sanity, not to mention your liberty
And itís all an evil filthy rotten conspiracy

Now they got micro waves and laser beams
And rays to look inside your dreams
And satellites that can see your BVDs
They got chips that fit inside your head
Thatíll make you think their thoughts instead
And drugs thatíll make you do just as they please
And to make things even more serious
They got strains of new bacterias
That are sure to cause some unknown new disease
And thatís why we got fear and high anxiety
And paranoid perplexity
And the gradual loss of all our liberties
And as they try to bring us all down - they might leave us with a frown
They might even be the source of all the rumors in this town

Well just between you and me - canít you feel the conspiracy?
Canít you sense the hypocrisy as they call it democracy
Well itís a threat to your sanity, not to mention your liberty
And itís all an evil filthy rotten conspiracy

So as they redirect our mail
And all our incoming phone calls
To the Central Intelligence Agency
Weíll just hope and pray someday theyíll see
That you and me are not the enemy
Nor do we believe in cult theology
And as their police try to bust us
Weíll keep tryiní to find some justice
Though its hidden behind a wall of masonry
Weíll keep working out our Salvation
With the feeliní of fear and trembliní
Hopiní and praying someday the truth might set us all free
And just Ďcause the media wonít respond - donít mean thereís nothiní going on
And brother whatíll ya do if thereís somethiní to
All the words inside this song?

Well you can say that Iím wild eyed - that all my fears are unjustified
Or that Iím totally mystified by a Man who was crucified
But just between you and me what hung Him up on that tree -
It was all an evil filthy rotten conspiracy
Yeah, itís all an evil filthy rotten conspiracy - believe me!

© 1995 Carl Klang

posted on May, 28 2004 @ 05:08 AM
Most songs by the mighty Killing Joke.

posted on May, 28 2004 @ 05:14 AM

Originally posted by MaskedAvatar
Most songs by the mighty Killing Joke.

Who is that? Listen to these and also listen to Evil, Filthy here: Evil, Filthy, Rotten Conspiracy:

Blinded By The Lies:

Rock Them In Their Ivory Towers:

Carl Klang is a rare find for patriots in the UK. While there is a large patriotic music scene on the continent, particularly in France, we English speakers are at a linguistic disadvantage. Klang is an American and sings in English. Moreover it is an English we can understand and identity with. It is the English of a White America which recognises that their forefathers' hard work in creating that nation from nothing is being betrayed by the New World Order. The New World Order which is destroying the concepts of family and community. The situation in the UK parallels that of the States.

Klang's "Extremist" takes the best of his previous CDs to produce a thoroughly inspiring and easy to listen to compilation. It is professionally mastered and produced. His voice will appeal to male, female, old and young alike. He makes his position pretty clear on many of the social and political issues of the day. "Blinded by the lies", the opening track sets the stage with an enchanting musical analysis of those who pull the strings and set the agenda without anyone really noticing their slieght of hand. "Seventeen Little Children" may not mean much for us this side of the Atlantic, but the US Federal storming of the compound at Waco in 1993 resulting in the murder of 74 US citizens opened the minds of many Americans about the real nature of the Government in the "Land of the Free". There is a song to honour Randy Weaver, a US citizen who wanted to bring his kids up away from the mayhem of Government schools. His wife and young family were murdered by an army of 400 US marshalls.

[Edited on 28-5-2004 by The Hunter]

posted on May, 28 2004 @ 05:29 AM
Killing Joke are a post-punk independent outfit dating to the late 70s - and the godfathers of the whole industrial genre.

All interesting members in their own right, but it is Jaz Coleman that carries the flag, prizewinning boy chorister who trained in classics before forming the band in his late teens. Composed many scores and orchestral interpretations (Doors, Zep, Stones, Floyd), retired to Iceland in the mid 80s when he thought the apocalypse was now, to bring about the career of Bjork and others; lives between Great Barrier Island off Auckland with wife Queen Nefertiti and kids, and Prague in The Czech Republic, where he promotes local indigineous musical forms and acts in movies. Very intense middle aged man whose path you may not always want to cross, but he is way cool.

Last eponymous album 2003. Personal favorite album: Extremities, Dirt & Various Repressed Emotions.

For some conspiratorial numbers, try Implant, Money Is Not Our God, Democracy etc etc etc.

posted on May, 28 2004 @ 07:12 AM
CAgE- "the muppet show"

an above view of washington.. resembles.. the Goat of Mendes..

i stay dipped with throwaway raps that feed cats
enough brainwashed to shoot they mans in the back
but not enough to murk congressmen to get
to do the trilateral commission with a tec
cause they pull strings of the seen government
just like the muppet show and jim henson's the threat
but yout ain't even trying to hear that
scream "illuminati" and you not even illuminated, fact
tt's not about races or the dollar bill packing
manhattan island residents just need to start packing
nobody's saving you from bullets, rockets
all your profits are high end sweating they pockets
"death to the masses!", the feds toast they glasses
you getting slaughtered like lambs
and you're enslaved to fascists
they're going to tell you aliens have got control
but that's a trick to take over the planet as a whole
one world, one order, one government
while you get gassed by flicks, they plotting at the summit
but forget hearing knowledge you prefer metaphors
there's no revolution, just a world with new laws
while you in the streets playing the ground like beat
i'll be in the mountains while the gas chamber's deep
just wait around for death because the news is gonna air it
don't be chicken# conformists like your parents
we need to shoo cops, and slang politicians
concentrate divisions, concentrate your visions
turn all the judges, and decision-makers
and carry all their bodies underground in black-owned acres

i had to edit some of the lyrics for content, but just look on the 'net for the song lyrics, and the d/l it. good stuff

posted on May, 28 2004 @ 07:51 AM
Soul Coughing
Unmarked Helicopters

Whose song is that remembered?
At random, surpenting
Throught fatty coils, emerging
some other thought it's thinking
this light
stands above the
on the ground
this illumination
visited upon the whole land

unmarked helicopters
the lord is coming soon

here comes the super copter
here comes the noise it makes
the demon was an idea
the demon is awake
scratch mark traced across the
surface of your mind
this hour, now upon us
the hour, now arrived

unmarked helicopters
the lord is coming soon
unmarked helicopters
they said it was a weather balloon

but i know the truth
i know the whole shebang
i know the names of men they had to hang
i let her out the trunk
heard what she said at them
they've come to drag us through the double M

it goes black black black black and blacker
it goes black black black black and blacker
it goes black black black black and blacker
it goes black black black black and blacker

unmarked helicopters
the lord is coming soon
unmarked helicopters
they said it was a weather balloon
it was a weather balloon
it was a weather balloon
it was a weather balloon
it was a weather balloon
it was a weather balloon


Great conspiracy song.

posted on May, 28 2004 @ 06:59 PM
Hypocrisy is an Awesome black metal band. Here's one of there songs about aliens.

Roswell 47

Their freedom was taken away as they crashed
(to be a project of search)
The experiment will make sure
It won't last
All expect starlight once
The ascent (alien ship?) was shot at because national security
Was in jeopardy
They say a weather balloon crashed,
So we know it's bull#
We have the right to know what really happened in,
Rosewell 47!

Shipping back pieces to hanger,
to slowly put it together
To find new weapon technology,
and maybe answer our dreams forever!
The fatal (Afraid of?) spread disease,
Chaos and confusion
The energy physics long will be worth, (The information may be worthless?)
That's why (but?) we have the right to really know what happened,
(Wasteland/Rosewell) 47!

They picked him as the offers in play, might try to really happen

They lost control,
And crashed in Roswell 1947... 1947!

posted on Jun, 2 2004 @ 01:51 PM
Jedi Mind Tricks - Books of Blood: The Coming of Tan

"Perhaps you will believe the million feet of film that's been taken above...
uh... Mexico City, and various other places
If you think that you are alone in this universe
or that you are the guardians of this universe, then you are rudely mistaken"

Verse 1:
Took a physical odyssey
To the fathers of Shabazz
With the shamans of the Cherokees
Arrived in Nevada, 10 miles away from NASA
Met the farmer, in which he revealed to me the
Ohioan crop circles that linked all the star constellations
To 19th galaxy... The metaphysists
That quote the Roswell
New Mexican deserts of death valley
Will he be, extraterrestrial biological entity
discovering extraordinary memories
Glided across Glassland
Suddenly seeing illuminations from the seven heavens circle of sand
Of Area 51 and 57, separate the schoolkid and reveal the reptilian
I seen the CIA transform into the species of Greys
The Sabbath seven adding up to seven levels of the Majestic 12
Neoclassic traveller
I Travel the Twilight Zone with Einstein and Nikola Tesla
Walk through the wilderness of Ibilis
as the flying disc, of Ezekiel
the pope stands upon the podium
Becomes a Zeta Reticulian
behold the arrival of the Elohim ..."

Verse 2:
...Beware the prophecies of the Tarots!
Alien Spacecraft flying away like Sparrows!
Study the lost prophetic books of the bible
That recites Fallen body energies: spiritual survival
Flying discs seen in Ezekiel 1:3
Granted Kingu a tablet of destinies
Seviates spoke the word of the Bavarian illuminati
I bring forth harmonics of Hiroshima and Nagasaki!
Annunaki planted the seed where I dwell
either vortex turbines pulling me to hell
awareness upon my savannah as omni dimensional
great species has a common memory complex of the social
liquid crystal colloidal membranes responding
to the spectrum of the universal intelligence matrix...
the basis is that extraterrestrials created Christ
and have a device
that recorded all of Earth's history
and can display it in the form of a hologram precise;
Construction of synthetic humanoids is among us
You have entered the Land Of Nod now, face the deafening thunders
And the spiritual wonders
because the harvest now is coming
Beware the world-wide ancient tunnel system
the government is running
Hectic! Verbal slaughter of the Judeo-Christian Ethic!

The world has turned on its last spin
The coming of Tan- That is when ya learn!

Verse 3:
Fled with the 5, led through a European wooded ravine
And seen Stone henge connect and bring upon the Annunaki
The Highest kabbalah mystic chants by Elohim
And looks to the sky for prophecy
Was abducted in Nebraska
Then taken back to the laboratory, experiment performed before me
Non earthly alien autopsy!
Psycho social biological and electro-
-Magnetic manipulation of human consciousness
The Vulcan walks about the abyss!

Verse 4:
The Verbal Hologram: Wordal killer like Shark eyes
Speak Babylonian and Hebrew genesis like the Star Gods
Blessed by Bavarians like the French theologians
Anti-Christ is coming in the form of a powerful Roman!
Development of Aidís was funded in 1969
For the seven (G-7)
and injected into 100 million Africans in Ď77
Cuneiform inscriptions in Western Asia of the Nabu
Dwell in hell, celestial bodies : twelve like Kathabu
But I can rob you of your spirit soul like Xenu
Elders imprisoned, negative Para-physical beings we knew
Function outside the time-track like Ississani
I chose to be enclosed and I fold too, like Origami
Comprehend the theory of reflection like Paromatma
In the epic Sanskrit history of the world like Mahabharata
Praise to His Divine Grace AC Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada

"If you stood above the stratosphere and downloaded 7 gigawatts of negative ions
into the turbines would this not disrupt the..electromagnetic flow?"

posted on Jun, 3 2004 @ 10:55 PM
Most Napalm Death songs are based on this.

posted on Jun, 4 2004 @ 03:28 AM
el-p- accidents don't happen

[El-P] (official)
Yo, I touch with rusted clutch, then spun out of the dust
and careen into the temples of automated destruct
nanotech bugs in the blood get unplugged
fishing for the fly # hybrid
I run among the mudskipper swarms through warnings and good morning Beiruits
Little Billy Blunderbuss looking for more recruits
city life is practice casket truancy
that's the rule of you and me, brash unmasked lunacy
friends used to laugh fast, grasped little truth from me
now they check their bags with a staff claspin' Uzis
who deserves the wrath without warning
the same sky for the martyr with a spork scorch New York forfeits
run among the poppy fields order some more clips
store trips are weird but the fear is forceless
Bloomey bought the city of Lego and #ty metal hull
jitters to the floor boards burnt almost aborted
flight of the accidental tourist, morbid
the advertising gods so oddly courtship
godly corporate squads plot these tortures
holiness is hard and it's costing god fortunes
(guess he took a second job on the force to afford it)
I don't want a part of these self fulfilled prophecies
man it's too much for my stubbornness, I hate the people runnin' #
now if you sleep at ground o below, wishing you peaceful sleep
where horror on the surface emerges less frequently,
metal bars of ancient Rome dissolved from the scenery (now what the #)
I'll take a hostage and walk through the mosh pit
pristine untouched, NB703's untouched
trust is a commodity crushed by Pol Pottery
your cookie cutter laws contain flaws in philosophy
tumbling down a flight of Escher bach steps delight
cause the man who raped my sister wont sleep right tonight
now I suppose the pretty horses in fours could love more
but I'm exhausted by the scope of this dark god on opiates
breakfast for dystopian ruthless hope movements
seasonal and festive the butchery's lookin good
and now writers block is a prison camp where free press regress

now you can hypnotize the herd
I'm alive with fly visions that attack like Alfred Hitchcock raising rabid carrier pigeons
true the only form of com not tapped is trapped strong
in the cranium of future rebel infants whistling the song
I know you're listening, get down with this bitch, whistle along.

It's like the Bilderburgs came to dinner with filthy birds
they pussy all infected I'm lookin for milky words
they pulled my third eye out then they let it dry out
had to pour my belief in Chrst to find out
what I look like with no skin
who mandated while the back of my paper is still luminated
even your no flipped egyptian Euro
got my website shut down by the Bureau
Can't kick it with the dead until my life stop
but Bush got a ouija to talk to Adam Weishaupt
I breath artist time fans the artist
put a couple G's together before harvest light
I'll take all this
the hell I'm doin?
Dippin this whole #in' pound in enbalmin fluids
you think I rhyme to do it? if it's (?on point?)) shot is
If you can't help but sleep peel off your eyelids.

It's the year 2010, you can say what you want
But I bet if you light this blunt, dummy, the feds'll come runnin'
Lock you up, lock you out, you ain't tryin' to listen
Cameras in your food, dude, look they're trying to listen
Lock you up, lock you out, we got bugs in the house
We're being monitored, they know we got thugs in the house
Don't light your blunt, bitch, they'll hit you with a switch
Hit you with a beam, hit you in the brain, make you go totally insane
Wild out, guns in the spot, flippin' on you niggas
They take you out, then the Feds push guns on the roof
They take 'em out, melt you out 'cause you know too much
After that you know your ho's get touched
Look, Then the meaning starts
Download your chip to a memory card
Give your chips and send 'em to a city job

company flow- patriotism
Do you know who you are..
Do you know who you are #ing with?
Do you know, the access, to weapons, money and power
That we have? we will ****ing kill you!

Iím the ugliest version of passed down toxic capitalist
Rapid emcee perversion -- Iím america!
Your bleeding-heart liberal drivel gets squashed
Wash em with sterilized rhyme patriot-guided weaponry bomb
From the makers of the devious hearts -- Iím america!
You bitchy little dogs donít even phase my basic policy
The bombís smarter, my ronald reaganís crush carter
With bay of pig tactics makin young men into martyrs
(come on down!) come to my happy promised land
Smiley faced opportunity cypher
And jump on the coflow pension plan
A proletariat, crushing state of the union
Between serpentine words and mass confusion
Of media controlled blurb advertising disillusionment
Your family will love my low-rent, low-life
No-brain, reality-dagger, movement
Hop over the border for amusement; try to test the waters
That the other slaughter crews pay all the usance
You up against -- jesus freak, formin corporations in young republicans
Indelible nato force hidden agenda, puppet governments
Iím lovin it! keep the people guessin who Iím runnin with
Control the population and hide behind sacred covenants
****in with me? !? ! means liberal wildlife burnin, gasoline seized
And an automagnetic third world printed with metal plates in they knees
Canít you hear the disenchanted, hide the scream of
Gabrielís reflected new wind instrument, a judgment played in flat c
I replace humans like robots in a gm factory (warning! warning!)
Then explore metaphors to sweat shops, cause the price is satisfactory
Your pious little cries of injustice get met with apathy (awww, shucks!)
Soak, cloak, hormone injected dairy product
And conservative right-wing anti-eroticism; the poisonous
Resevoirs and power lines in your neighborhood cause botchilism
Senseless! join the census, censorship sentences sentence
Triple-felon citizen paid pennance!
Dissension against c-f ends in, penetentiary residence
Lock em up first, then ask questions
Omniscient presence, my charm is the weapon
With cameras mics and satellites that leave privacy breathless
You donít even know the chemicals youíve ingested
Urine tested -- beat innocent man til he confesses

Whoís america? whoís america? whoís america? whoís america?
Whoís america? whoís america? whoís america? whoís america?
[el-p] Iím america! Iím america! Iím america! mr. len, get busy on em!

* dj mr. len the space ghost cuts up God damn!! *

Iím america arrogant!! terminus verbal curfew murders
You either purchase my products or youíre worthless, thatís my service!
Donít look into the oculars of a daylight saver
Erase your city head and momument defacer comprising of
Patriot droids, sent into the void with lead linings
Employed by the bureaucrats of automatic twisted rhyme timing
Youíre guaranteed nothing but my fat little finger
That lingers one inch off of the big button -- letís start this!
Iím saran gas, hide in your apartments
Iím stealth like a robot hidden in the fat ***hole of cartman
And give a crippling # like sand sharkskin condom
To your apparent vaginal problem - the hottest # on soundbombing
Iím american til infinite justice measure to pesticide cemetary
Invite you to cross the border then # on your divinities
What language is that? Iím angusih in fact, tangle with a
Star-spangled standard issue gat for crowd management
Talk loud and get enshrouded in a hot cloud of harassment
By the crowd force of my mental pedestrian checker,
That smashes subordinate skulls and update the file in your dental records
You tryin to get a light but yet the crowd is my paid hecklers (boo! boo!)
You just stepped into the spectrum of paranoid word rainbows
Thinkin you sick with a sihlouette, burn transit cop out his plain clothes
Iím america!! this is where the pain grows like poppies
In a field of dreams I paid for, Iíll burn it down if operated sloppily
Copy? my economic sanction rhyme style got your syllables
Scraping for rice and riding in a pre-1960 jalopy
My favorite flavour of gas is mustard
Iím ****in a blind hermaphrodite icon and convincin you that itís justice!

Whoís america? whoís america? whoís america? whoís america?
* dj mr. len the space ghost cuts up God damn!! *

Treason will not be tolerated!
You have been enlisted.. into a lifestyle that you may not change!
Understand! you canít be happy.. and smile.. for the cameras!


Simian drugs, simian drugs
Everybody's in love with our simian drugs

[Ill Bill]
If it wasn't for Microsoft, you faggots wouldn't have no fans
If you lived in the Middle East, you faggots wouldn't have no hands
Still a bunch of jerk offs, I **** your mother then I murk off

You could suck tits like Schillinger's kitten, isolation provokin panic
And ****ed in the *** by Sting for seven hours, tantric
Set the phone in a fan-zine for the the man boy love circuit
Society, a stain, plain murderers are worthless

[Ill Bill]
You know you heard it
I grab your crucifix and invert it
**** a consequence, I chop the head, gangster apocalypse
Walk into banks and write "withdrawals" on the deposit slip
This female cop ran up on me, so I shot the bitch

From the brain of John Malkovich
Insane from the stain frame
The twelve monkeys caught in a corrupted cock blender
Serenity hits the #s
Dickin of lips of Rocky Horror Pics
Face, scar tissue, standard issue

[Ill Bill]
I hit you with your entire generation
I'm friends with God, and I'm friends with Satan
It all depends upon my situation
I'm flippin the chains to keep my pistols equipped with lasers
Stranger to major labels, Ill Bill
# a tell-lie-vision, this is cable

Like an abusive home with sitcom laugh tracks
Grafted from television's gloden era
A demolition pirate, drive a plain automobile and spit metal barbs
Play jacks without Barbie
I'm on a battlecat bombin baby

[Ill Bill]
I'm mad crazy
Used to be a really nice guy, at one time
Now I pull out nines, at one time
And love crime, the drug find
it's way into rhyme
The rhymes find their way into my drug
I'm in love with hate it's great
The hooker had me hooked just after one date
"It's Grrreat!"

A time that miscreants
**** more than just dissin and stimulants
You caught in a small space
Dusted with a psychopath simian
Justice is a garden tool
In the hands of the militant
Primitive villagers with no food
The weaponry is crude

[Ill Bill]
Back from behind bars
I be like Biggie Smalls and die large

With Patty Hearst cleaning guns
In the back of a stolen car
With the hands of a bleeding bueracrat
Banned from Ishtar

[Ill Bill]
I like good girls
But triflin *****es get my dick hard

Hard, hard, hard, hard

Simian drugs, simian drugs
Everybody's in love with our simian drugs
"Where you at monkey?"---> D-Stroy

[Ill Bill]
welcome to planet rap
The CEOs deflect bullets with laptops
To sell crack rock
We be "Licensed to Ill" like Ad Rock

And Stanley, a Mortimer trading places
With a faceless mascot
In a monkey suit with bloody execs and a L.I.R.R.
Reached they last stop

[Ill Bill]
Last cop, beat by my my blueprints
I'ma do # if the shoe fits
You'll take a whole precint with you too, kid

Mascot of mayhem
Direct from brainstem on tilt
With hands across the genocidal American quilt


[Ill Bill]
I walk around like it's game over (sorry)
Peep out the replay
The opposite opponent got his brain exploded

It's all midget whores on stilts
Tall tales from little ****s
Can't you trust a flip flace
Like large Marge in a Mack Truck
Back up

[Ill Bill]
The new paranoia
Look over contracts on behalf of lawyers
Laugh at toys, I blast at asteroids
Go ask your daughter

Illicus, spillicus
Plus funcrush that's killin this
Willingly similar pendages
Filling this blank page with syllabus
Centuries certified murder hurts
Best when flesh left on quarterized
Labeled my words in the dirty earth
Feelin this

[Ill Bill]
If not, you better have your ****in head examined
The type of **** I'm on
Cats have only read about and carved in granite
Pull up your skirt and cause your heart to vanish
I start the madness
Pull out and bust my art upon the canvas

Yo, loose leaf
You're spooky too, shoot community
Via CIA spook without truth and immunity
Pehaps doom will be the proof, in the streets
Soon to see, looters on the loot
They got guns and impunity


Yeah, baby

*Mr. Len cuts and scratches for the rest of the track*

posted on Jun, 7 2004 @ 10:45 PM
The song Conspiracy Theory by DJ Green Lantern from Invasion 2:Conspiracy Theory. But i cant find the lyrics for it. But im looking.

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