Bands like system of a down, rage against the machine and others carry with them important messages as well as kick ass music.
Messages about the tyrannical corporate machine!
If we are to reach the youth of this generation and spread this important message we need more revolutionary bands and artists producing this kind of
music! But that isn't enough, we need to take back the charts and make pop music (popular music) actually music let alone good music!
Now I know this is far from an easy task.. let alone possible. BUT. Musicians can still write revolutionary music and perform it, even at open mic
nights.
If you inspire people through your music, it gives incentive to check out the message and research yourself!
Listening to rage is how I got interested in the realities and lies that make up the machine!
[Maynard:]
Living on the street shores
He didn't learn and wanted children
Said, "What is there left to stay alive for?"
He doesn't wanna see it..
[Maynard:]
He didn't wanna deal with it
Here they come, feelings that come as natural
Whatever left, he considered a loss, y'all
He doesn't wanna see it...
[Maynard:]
Running away, getting some kinda cure
"What is there left to keep him alive?" she said
Give him your love, give him your love to save him
Give him your love, give him your love to save him
[Maynard:]
Give him your love, give him your love to save him
Don't run away, give him your love to save him
Give him your love, give him your love to save him
Give him your love...
[Zack 2x:]
You can kill the revolutionary
But you can't kill the revolution
[Zack & Maynard 2x:]
You can kill the revolutionary
But you can't kill the revolution
[Zack:]
Lies, negative indoctrination of our good selves
Promote feelings of such hopelessness, powerlessness
Suicide or a slower death from addiction
seemed to be the only way to stop the pain
[Maynard:]
Running...
[Zack:]
Lies, negative indoctrination of our good selves
Promote feelings of such hopelessness, powerlessness Suicide or a slower death from addiction
seemed to be the only way to stop the pain
[Zack:]
Suicide seemed to be the only way to stop the pain
Suicide seemed to be the only way to stop the pain
[Zack 2x:]
You can kill the revolutionary
But you can't kill the revolution
[Zack & Maynard 4x:]
You can kill the revolutionary
But you can't kill the revolution
Humanity peeled from our bones
Deprived of integuments that make us real.
Shadows of flesh to maintain the system
Our own blood splashes as we kneel.
So meticulously machined
Into these obedient devices
- Puppets, finetuned submissive drones
Replicas of each other, clones
We're dormant accumulations of flesh
In a crimson filtered twilight
Mute witnesses to the game
Wrenches to keep the bolts of lies tight
We're the fabric concealing the stains,
The red tainted existence
The gullibles to bless your sins away
Rags to wipe your blooded trails
We give in to the atrophy,
To the twining of self-thought knowledge
The purpose of the human mind reviled
Everlasting ignorance realized
The scarlet flood inundates our powerless thoughts
Defenseless minds with lies overfed
Every thought stained, defiled
- Painted the color, the shade of electric red
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"Radio / Active"
I cant believe were talking about the poison rain
I cant believe this..its like a dream.
If a radiation storm arrives
you know every breath is a compromise
I should say good bye to everyone I'm close to
lets just raise our hands and say good bye..
come on baby wipe those tears from your eyes
as we dance into the dawning
and we rise up to the sun
2x
I see a revelation in your eyes..
its time for change?
lets come together..
if its time for change
lets break these chains
break these chains
lets change the situation here
its time to shake away the fears
and face it..
its time to face it.
there's fallout from the secrets now
the truth is out just look around
to change it..
its time to change it.
Finally this day has come
with all your lien to me is done
yea I'm closing this door
I don't believe you no more
its just time that you learn
to move on
Your cell phone, your wallet, your time, your ideas
No barcode, no party, no id, no beers
Your bankcard, your license, your thoughts, your fears
No simcard, no disco, no photo, not here
Your blood, your sweat, your passions, your regrets
Your office, your time off, your fashions, your sex
Your pills, your grass, your tits, your ass.
Your laughs, your bones
We write it all
We want your soul
Tell us your habits, your facts, your fears
Give us your address, your shoe size, your years
Your digits, your plans, your number, your eyes
Your schedule, your desktop, your details, your life.
Show us your children, your photos, your home.
Here, take credit, take insurance, take a loan.
Get a job, get a pension, get a haircut, get a suit.
Play the lottery, play football, play the field, sports on toot
We'll show you things we'll show you swings
We'll buy you things, drugs, big yard, birds
We'll sell you crap we'll charge you fat
We're gonna find big guns & a drunk in your kitchen
We want your soul
Your thoughts, your emotions, your love, your dreams
Your cheque book, your residence, your sweat, your screams
Your security, your sobriety, your innocence, your society
Your self, your place, your distance, your speed
Go back to bed America, your government is in control again
Here, watch this, shut up
You are free to do as we tell you
You are free to do as we tell you
We want your soul
Here's programs, here's matters, here's Britney, here's cola
Here's pizza, here's TV, here's some rock and some rolla
Watch commercials, more commercials, watch Jerry, not Oprah
Buy a better life from the comfort of your sofa
Here's popcorn, here's magazines, here's milkshake, here's blue jeans
Here's padded bras, here's long cars
Here's football shirts, here's baseball caps
Here's live talk shows, here's video games, here's cola lite, here's Timberlake
Here's fingertips, here's collagen, here's all night bars, here's plastic
We want your soul
Go back to bed America, your government is in control again
Here, here's American gladiators
Watch this, shut up
Go back to bed America,
Here's American gladiators, here's 56 channels of it
Watch these pictuary retards banging their f***ing skulls together
And congratulate you on living in the land of freedom
Here you are America
You are free to do as we tell you
You are free to do as we tell you
We want your soul
No cookies no strays no drop outs no gays no lefties no loonies no opinions
No way no bankers no teachers no facts no freaks
No skaters no tweakers no truth nothing
Here's popcorn, here's magazines, here's milkshake, here's blue jeans
Here's padded bras, here's long cars
Here's football shirts, here's baseball caps
Here's a very very very very very ... long infomercial