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Deep Politics soundtrack - Tracy Riddle - 15-06-2013 CIA Man -The Fugs Who can kill a general in his bed? Overthrow dictators if they're red? Fucking-a man! CIA Man! Who can buy a government so cheap? Change a cabinet without a squeak. Fucking-a man! CIA Man! Who can train guerillas by the dozens? Send them out to kill their untrained cousins? Fucking-a man! CIA Man! Who can get a budget that's so great? Who will be the 51st state? Who has got the secretest Service? The one that makes the other service nervous? Fucking-a man! CIA Man! Who can take the sugar from it's sack, Pour in LSD and put it back? Fucking-a man! CIA Man! Who can mine the harbors a' Nicaragua? Out hit all the hitman of Chicagua. Fucking-a man! CIA Man! Who can be so overtly covert? Sometimes even covertly overt. Fucking-a man! CIA Man! Whos the agency well known to God? The one that copped his staff and copped his rod? Fucking-a man! CIA Man! Fucking-a man! CIA Man! Fucking-a man! CIA Man! CIA Man! CIA Man! CIA Man! CIA Man! CIA Man! The American in Me The Avengers (1978, San Francisco) It's the American in me that makes me watch the blood running out of the bullet hole in his head. It's the American in me that makes me watch TV see on the news, listen what the man said. He said "Ask not what you can do for your country what's your country been doing to you Ask not what you can do for your country what's your country been doing to your mind?" It's the American in me says it an honor to die in a war that's just a politicians lie It's the American in me that makes me watch TV see how they burn the SLA They say "Ask not what you can do for your country what's your country been doing to you Ask not what you can do for your country what's your country been doing to your mind?" In the USA! In the USA! In the USA! It's the American in me that makes me watch the blood running out of the bullet hole in his head. It's the American in me that never wonders why Kennedy was murdered by the FBI Bleed for Me - Dead Kennedys (1982, San Francisco) You've been hanging 'round With an enemy of the state Come with me to the building That no one stops to watch Chorus C'mon bleed C'mon bleed C'mon bleed Bleed for me We'll strap you to a pipe Electrodes on your balls C'mon scream C'mon writhe Face down in a pool of piss Chorus In the name of world peace In the name of world profits America pumps up our secret police America wants fuel To get it, it needs puppets So what's ten million dead? If it's keeping out the Russians We're well trained by the CIA With Yankee tax money in Ft. Bragg The Peace Corps builds up the labor camps When they think they're building schools Ha Ha When cowboy Ronnie comes to town Forks out his tongue at human rights Sit down, enjoy our ethnic meal Dine on some charbroiled nuns Try a medal on Smile at the mirror as the cameras click and make big business happy Anytime Anywhere Maybe you'll just disappear Deep Politics soundtrack - Tracy Riddle - 01-07-2013 "Political Science" Randy Newman (1972) No one likes us-I don't know why We may not be perfect, but heaven knows we try But all around, even our old friends put us down Let's drop the big one and see what happens We give them money-but are they grateful? No, they're spiteful and they're hateful They don't respect us-so let's surprise them We'll drop the big one and pulverize them Asia's crowded and Europe's too old Africa is far too hot And Canada's too cold And South America stole our name Let's drop the big one There'll be no one left to blame us We'll save Australia Don't wanna hurt no kangaroo We'll build an All American amusement park there They got surfin', too Boom goes London and boom Paris More room for you and more room for me And every city the whole world round Will just be another American town Oh, how peaceful it will be We'll set everybody free You'll wear a Japanese kimono babe And there'll be Italian shoes for me They all hate us anyhow So let's drop the big one now Let's drop the big one now "The Badge Means You Suck" AK47 (Houston, Texas, 1980) Well you think you know what terror is As it stares from the newspaper page And of course you all know what horror is It's the rage of the age Intimidation doesn't have a focus It oozes from every pore Murder doesn't bother to whisper In this fucking town it roars Bodies awash in back bayous Bibles all full of holes Kill a captive to capture a criminal Badges where there ought to be souls Badges where there's got to be souls Badges where there's not any souls. Well, I'd like to be smug and self-righteous And talk about courts setting criminals free Buy me a nice little home near Conroe Where the neighbors are just like me But everytime I see the uniform I realize I've had the luck To only read about their latest deeds And miss a fascist mind fuck Duck when you see em coming Cause the badge means you suck. A black man just back from Nam People thought he was a little bit odd Jogged at night to calm his nerves Always talking about God Well a black man running in the evening To a cop is a nigger crook They had two loaded revolvers Milton had just one book But he didn't have a chance to convert them Because they wouldn't take a second look It took 8 shots to stop Milton Glover And his goddamn holy book Duck when you see em coming Cause the badge means you suck. Sprinkle bodies with throw down revolvers Cover court transcripts with shit And if by chance you get found guilty You'll still get away with it The men who killed Joe Torres Never went to jail The sniper who picked off Carl Hampton Never paid any bail The killers of Milton Glover They might be pulling you over tonight And if you happen to get shot Well I guess you started the fight I guess you started the fight They said you started the fight Bodies awash in back bayous Bibles all full of holes Kill a captive to capture a criminal Badges where there ought to be souls. Well there's too much counterfeit money I don't need to pass no buck Gunna coin me a new slogan The badge means you suck The badge means you're fucked The badge means you suck. "Corporate Deathburger" MDC (Austin, Texas, 1982) Ronald laughs as millions starve and profits forever increase your stenching farts as they smile they say they try to please plastic chairs and fake shakes to help it all go down polluting your children with their lies and trying to destroy your mind corporate deathburger, Ronald McDonald change from your five ankles deep in blood make it your career sell billions every year golden arches and Ronald smiles Ronald laughs as billions starve and profits forever increase feeding all your grain to cows dead children rest in peace the stench of humans rotting smells just like fish filet your sign neglects to mention 50,000 starved today (chorus) change from your five torture camps for cows slaughter and starvation from death corporation golden arches and Ronald smiles you say you're christian but you're a fake multinationals on the take starving children deserve a break today Deep Politics soundtrack - Magda Hassan - 01-07-2013 [video=dailymotion;xtazs3]http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xtazs3_bob-dylan-masters-of-war-graphic_creation[/video] Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build all the bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks. You that never done nothin' But build to destroy You play with my world Like it's your little toy You put a gun in my hand And you hide from my eyes And you turn and run farther When the fast bullets fly. Like Judas of old You lie and deceive A world war can be won You want me to believe But I see through your eyes And I see through your brain Like I see through the water That runs down my drain. You fasten all the triggers For the others to fire Then you set back and watch When the death count gets higher You hide in your mansion' As young people's blood Flows out of their bodies And is buried in the mud. You've thrown the worst fear That can ever be hurled Fear to bring children Into the world For threatening my baby Unborn and unnamed You ain't worth the blood That runs in your veins. How much do I know To talk out of turn You might say that I'm young You might say I'm unlearned But there's one thing I know Though I'm younger than you That even Jesus would never Forgive what you do. Let me ask you one question Is your money that good Will it buy you forgiveness Do you think that it could I think you will find When your death takes its toll All the money you made Will never buy back your soul. And I hope that you die And your death'll come soon I will follow your casket In the pale afternoon And I'll watch while you're lowered Down to your deathbed And I'll stand over your grave 'Til I'm sure that you're dead. Deep Politics soundtrack - Magda Hassan - 01-07-2013 Why did you try to hurt me? I got to know Did you really want to kill me Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why Why do we have to fight? Why must we fight? I have to defend myself From attack last night I know I am black You know you are white I'm proud of my black skin And you are proud of your white, so Why did you try to hurt me? Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why Did you really want to kill me Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why We don't need no British Movement Nor the Ku Klux Klan Nor the National Front It makes me an angry man I just want to live in peace Why can't you be the same? Why should I live in fear? This fussing and fighting's insane With a Nazi salute and a steel capped boot A Nazi salute and a steel capped boot You follow like sheep inna wolf clothes You follow like sheep inna wolf clothes We chase you out the dance hall, we chase you through the door We chase you out the dance hall, we chase you through the door Cos' we can't take no more of this at all Cos' we can't take no more of this at all With a Nazi salute and a steel capped boot Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why You follow like sheep inna wolf clothes Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why You're too scared to make a speech during the light Without a thousand police protecting your rights To threaten and abuse, incite or fight But who will protect me from you in the night? Why did you try to hurt me? Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why Did you really want to kill me Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why With a Nazi salute and a steel capped boot Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why You follow like sheep inna wolf clothes Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why Deep Politics soundtrack - Magda Hassan - 01-07-2013 Reagan Youth - New Aryans Be proud that you're a white american! Blond hair, bule eyes - a fine new aryan? Supremacy's the white man's burden? A final solution for all new aryans... Death to the nazis and the ku klux klan! Anarchy in the fatherland! Anarchy for all new aryans No master race is gonna rule my land! New order? No order! Disorder! ...Now! Deep Politics soundtrack - Magda Hassan - 01-07-2013 Thou Shalt Not StealIn 1788 down Sydney CoveThe first boat-people land Said sorry boys our gain's your loss We gonna steal your land And if you break our new British laws For sure you're gonna hang Or work your life like convicts With chains on your neck and hands CHORUS They taught us Oh Oh Black woman thou shalt not steal Oh Oh Black man thou shalt not steal We're gonna civilize Your Black barbaric lives And teach you how to kneel But your history couldn't hide The genocide The hypocrisy to us was real 'cause your Jesus said you're supposed to give the oppressed a better deal We say to you yes whiteman thou shalt not steal Oh ya our land you'd better heal Your science and technology Hey you can make a nuclear bomb Development has increased the size to 3,000,000 megatons But if you think that's progress I suggest your reasoning is unsound You shoulda found out long ago You best keep it in the ground Job and me and Jesus sittin' Underneath the Indooroopilly bridge Watchin' that blazin' sun go down Behind the tall tree'd mountain ridge The land's our heritage and spirit Here the rightful culture's Black and we sittin' here just wonderin' When we get the land back You talk of conservation Keep the forest pristine green Yet in 200 years your materialism Has stripped the forests clean A racist's a contradiction That's understood by none Mostly their left hand hold a bible Their right hand holds a gun Deep Politics soundtrack - Magda Hassan - 01-07-2013 This story's right, this story's true I would not tell lies to you Like the promises they did not keep And how they fenced us in like sheep. Said to us come take our hand Sent us off to mission land. Taught us to read, to write and pray Then they took the children away, Took the children away, The children away. Snatched from their mother's breast Said this is for the best Took them away. The welfare and the policeman Said you've got to understand We'll give them what you can't give Teach them how to really live. Teach them how to live they said Humiliated them instead Taught them that and taught them this And others taught them prejudice. You took the children away The children away Breaking their mothers heart Tearing us all apart Took them away One dark day on Framingham Come and didn't give a damn My mother cried go get their dad He came running, fighting mad Mother's tears were falling down Dad shaped up and stood his ground. He said 'You touch my kids and you fight me' And they took us from our family. Took us away They took us away Snatched from our mother's breast Said this was for the best Took us away. Told us what to do and say Told us all the white man's ways Then they split us up again And gave us gifts to ease the pain Sent us off to foster homes As we grew up we felt alone Cause we were acting white Yet feeling black One sweet day all the children came back The children come back The children come back Back where their hearts grow strong Back where they all belong The children came back Said the children come back The children come back Back where they understand Back to their mother's land The children come back Back to their mother Back to their father Back to their sister Back to their brother Back to their people Back to their land All the children come back The children come back The children come back Yes I came back. All about Archie Roach: http://www.musictory.com/music/Archie+Roach Deep Politics soundtrack - Cliff Varnell - 01-07-2013 Top fave Dylan lyric the one Columbia made him change: "Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for the fuse I'm in the kitchen With the tombstone blues." They got him to change "the fuse" to "food." Deep Politics soundtrack - Magda Hassan - 01-07-2013 They got him to change more than words along the way. IMHO. Deep Politics soundtrack - Magda Hassan - 01-07-2013 CAPITALISM GONE MAD By Mighty Sparrow You got to be a millionaire or some kind of petit-bourgeoisie Any time you living here in this country You got to be in skullduggery, making your money illicitly To live like somebody in this country It's outrageous and insane, them crazy prices in Port of Spain And like the merchants going out dey brain And the working man, like he only toiling in vain. Chorus: Where you ever hear, a television for seven thousand Quarter million for lil piece of land A pair of sneakers - two hundred dollars Eighty, ninety thousand for motor cars At last here in Trinidad, we see capitalism gone mad It's sad and getting more bad because, doudou, capitalism gone mad! To provide for your family today on your present salary Is an impossibility in this country So many bills to pay, there is no conceivable way To save for a rainy day in this country Avariciousness to be precise, is why every damn thing so overpriced Big business making everybody feel Government give them an open license to steal. Chorus: Would you believe me, one nylon panty is nineteen ninety Twenty dollars for some baby milk The cheapest jersey cost over sixty Two hundred and change a yard for silk It hard here in Trinidad, lord have mercy, capitalism gone mad It's sad, things getting more bad, oh lord, capitalism gone mad! To buy a pack of cigarette does leave you with a hole in your wallet And money is so hard to get in this country Necessity or luxuries, it doesn't matter what the item is They charging anything they please in this country Primary school books prices lewd Is highway robbery, the price of food All hopes and dreams elude the poor man But politicians still expect good work attitude. Chorus: Just imagine this, the cheapest coffin over three thousand Not even dying today easy Thousands of dollars for the undertakers So you could get a spot in the cemetery It hard here in Trinidad, oh lord, capitalism gone mad The gladness that once we had is gone because capitalism gone mad! You got to have heavy contact, know how to move up in society To make any kind of impact in this country You got to know how to gyp the field How to scheme and swindle properly Perfect the art of wheel and deal in this country I say, survival in this land isn't easy for no man With unemployment and high inflation Some of we go dead before the end of this recession. Chorus: Wey de hell is dis, a Mango Julie costing three fifty Forty dollars for one watermelon Half your salary for fish, meat and poultry Time you buy greens all your money done. It hard here in Trinidad, lord, have mercy, capitalism gone mad It sad and getting more hard, put a hand, lord, capitalism gone mad! |