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MANIC STREET PREACHERS lyrics - Know Your Enemy

Let Robeson Sing

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Where are you now Broken up or still around The CIA says you're a guilty man Will we see the likes of you again Can anyone make a difference anymore Can anyone write a protest song Pinky lefty revolutionary Burnt at the stake for A voice so pure - a vision so clear I've gotta learn to live like you Learn to sing like you Went to Cuba to meet Castro Never got past sleepy Moscow A giant man with a heavenly voice MK Ultra turned you paranoid No passport 'til 1958 McCarthy poisoned through with hate Liberty lost still buried today Beneath the lie of the USA Say what you want Say what you want A voice so pure - a vision so clear I've gotta learn to live like you Learn to sing like you Now let the Freedom Train come zooming down the track Gleaming in the sunlight for white and black Not stopping at no stations marked colored nor white Just stopping in the fields in the broad daylight Stopping in the country in the wide open air Where there never was a Jim Crow sign nowhere And no lilly-white committees, politicians of note Nor poll tax layer through which colored can't vote And there won't be no kinda color lines The Freedom Train will be yours And mine A voice so pure - a vision so clear I've gotta learn to live like you Learn to sing like you Sing it loud, sing it proud I will be heard, I will be found Sing it loud, sing it proud I will be heard, I will be found

Wolves And Ravens

Grebenshikov Boris
It might be God or just whatever, but this night smells of incense The tall wood all around, mosses on the knoll Perhaps this iis a blessing or an ambush on our sence A good feeling to the touch, but such a chill through the soul There they go with their icons, with their icons so unknown Their path is lit by holy light from the water so deep I don't remember how we got up, how we walked out of the room II just remember how warm a it is that we seek Look at that Cathedral with its darkness under dome All eyes have searched there and all have seen but naught I would like to place a candel But they're sold right out of candels I'd light some liquor in my hand, but where can it be got? And the snows lie all around on all four sides of us Barefoot through the snow: no problem if your soul is pure We would have dissapeared for good But for the wolvesand the ravens They asked us wherewe're going, to that start so warm for sure ? Gilded all the crosses and stuck them in whenever The one cross truly given was traded for some wine And hungoverin the morning, went for water to the river And there instead of water it's the Mongol Post we found. We had wanted to give a sign so joyous to the angels But lost them from our sight erasing tracks of where we were Everyone would go out now and follow their signals If it were not for teh light of that star so pure What can we do now, how to sing if not for the hand so pure And if were do not sing we will burn up all alone But if I sing only a part the Orliki will come to me Along the murky water with their eyes as white as a stone Let them come all the same, I'm such a black bird myself There's nowhere left to run, a meter - then the ice for sure I'll cover you, you'll cover me, oh wolves and ravens So that somebody at least will make it to that start so pure So what do we care now, if there's darkness under dome So what do we care now, if we cannot see but naught And what do we care noe if thre're sold right out of candels Because if there is no fire, we know where it can be sought And maybe it is true that there's no path but his travelled one There may be no hands for miracles, but those so clean and sure Yet all the same we warmed only by the wolves annd ravens And they blessed us all the way to that star so pure

The First Step

AUGUST BURNS RED "Rescue & Restore"
Without competition there is no progression. Society won't wait for statues to break free of their brass case. Carry the point, be the focus. Notice the inevitable. Times make changes, humanity makes mistakes. Mistakes make answers, we live to learn. We live to learn, we live to love, we live to die. Learn to question why. We live to learn, we live to love, we live to die. Learn to question why. Why? We're so scared to take the first step. Why? We are so scared. The ground you walk on isn't straight line, And neither are the toils of life. Standing still, just to watch it pass you by; To watch the world pass you by. We are pushing for change, waiting for the world to take notice. Breaking down barriers, as we strive for a better way. With determination we'll march on in protest. With determination we'll see this through. Evolve or die, move on or drown. Evolve or die. Move on or drown. History's greatest generation will be removed by the Earth's most advanced. Your battles will become our peace. Your lies shall become our truth. We will replace the old cards with the new. Your battles will become our peace. Your lies shall become our truth. Your battles will become our peace. Your lies will become our truth. Without competition there is no progression. Society won't wait for statues to break free of their brass case. Evolve or die.

Inner Voice

ADAM SANDLER "Stan And Judy's Kid"
I'm happily married with a house and three mistresses Even with the beard I'm not as hairy as my sister is Got a new Hummer, two Ferraris, and some Lexuses And all the girls I know got the big big breasteses I got a ten story mansion on the beach With a swimmin' pool filled up with the drool of Robin Leach Richer than a Twinkie, I got so much cash That to me Paris Hilton is poor white trash I take forty-seven weeks of vacation a year If people piss me off I can make 'em disappear Every time I sneeze I get a feature on the news The reporter says "gesundheit" and hilarity ensues And how did I get to be the man that I am? A god among men, only without the tan It's simple, every time I have to make a choice I just listen to my little inner voice, and he says "Shave all the hair off your butt and glue it to your nostrils" OK "Steal all the milk from all the supermarkets and put it back in the cows" Alright "Find out which species of rodent is the most flammable" OK "Let's see what fun crafts we can make using only a chainsaw and Regis Philbin" Yeah! So how do I explain my little cranial expressions Intuition, premonition, or demonic possession? It could be God, an angel, or my dead uncle Paul Or that nasty purple fuzzy thing that lives in my wall Doesn't matter, and to be honest I don't wanna know 'Cause thanks to him I've never had to deal with an HMO And I can go show off my rocket powered solid gold Benz I tell ya life is no much nicer with invisible friends "Record an all-banjo Falco tribute album" Done, and done. "Put on a tutu, glue two live wiener dogs to your face, and prance around the subway terminal screaming 'Stop looking at me!'" OK "There's no reason not to have sex with a cheese grater." Hmm, no, I suppose not. "Set up a stand outside of K-Mart with a plate full of frozen peas and a sign reading 'Take one!' If anyone asks you what the hell your doing, give them a button that says 'I asked about the peas!'" He's become my best friend, sticks with me to the end Thanks to him I'll never live on Ramen noodles again And he's always by my side, every minute, every hour Though it does get kinda creepy when I'm trying to take a shower Still I can't complain 'cause he made me rich And figured out it was the opossum milk that made me itch If it seems weird remember the voice made me do it I don't question what he says I just get up and get to it "Itemize everything in your cat's litter box for the next seven years and mail a report to the President with a note saying 'Here!'" Good idea "It's time to find out what urinal cakes taste like" If you say so "Get a black and white horizontally striped suit, a mask, and a bowling ball with a small length of rope hanging from it, and tiptoe around the airport." Sounds like fun "How old does a baby need to be before it's too big to fit down the toilet?" I don't know. Let's find out. "Keep swallowing magnets until your farts can erase video tapes." Will do So to that guy in my head I just wanna say thanks For removin' my angst, so I'm no longer shootin' blanks And now I own several banks, plus an inflatable watch And paid Justin Timberlake to let me kick him in the crotch I followed his advice and now I'm makin' major duckets If it wasn't for him I'd still be processing McNuggets So when life makes you feel like you should've stayed in bed Just listen to the voice in your head, and he'll say "Fat people are full of toys. Go get some!" Yeah! "Build a 20 foot tall nude statue of Tony Goldmark licking warm margarine off a malnourished dolphin out of onions, pez, and lint." With pleasure! "If Yanni didn't want to be set on fire and shoved down a flight of stairs, surely he would have said so explicitly by now." Yeah, I guess so. "Go to a McDonald's Playland, tie that big Officier Big Mac thing to the back of your car, and drive away at 90 mph. When a cop pulls you over, roll down the window and indignantly ask 'WHAT?'" You got it! "Move to New Jersey and become a comedy rap artist." Oh... do I have to?

Where Are You Now, My Son?

JOAN BAEZ "Where Are You Now, My Son?"
It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die But dawn bleeds with the people here and morning skies are red As young girls load up bicycles with flowers for the dead An aging woman picks along the craters and the rubble A piece of cloth, a bit of shoe, a whole lifetime of trouble A sobbing chant comes from her throat and splits the morning air The single son she had last night is buried under her They say that the war is done Where are you now, my son? An old man with unsteady gait and beard of ancient white Bent to the ground with arms outstretched faltering in his plight I took his hand to steady him, he stood and did not turn But smiled and wept and bowed and mumbled softly, "Danke shoen" The children on the roadsides of the villages and towns Would stand around us laughing as we stood like giant clowns The mourning bands told whom they'd lost by last night's phantom messenger And they spoke their only words in English, "Johnson, Nixon, Kissinger" Now that the war's being won Where are you now, my son? The siren gives a running break to those who live in town Take the children and the blankets to the concrete underground Sometimes we'd sing and joke and paint bright pictures on the wall And wonder if we would die well and if we'd loved at all The helmetless defiant ones sit on the curb and stare At tracers flashing through the sky and planes bursting in air But way out in the villages no warning comes before a blast That means a sleeping child will never make it to the door The days of our youth were fun Where are you now, my son? From the distant cabins in the sky where no man hears the sound Of death on earth from his own bombs, six pilots were shot down Next day six hulking bandaged men were dazzled by a room Of newsmen. Sally keep the faith, let's hope this war ends soon In a damaged prison camp where they no longer had command They shook their heads, what irony, we thought peace was at hand The preacher read a Christmas prayer and the men kneeled on the ground Then sheepishly asked me to sing "They Drove Old Dixie Down" Yours was the righteous gun Where are you now, my son? We gathered in the lobby celebrating Chrismas Eve The French, the Poles, the Indians, Cubans and Vietnamese The tiny tree our host had fixed sweetened familiar psalms But the most sacred of Christmas prayers was shattered by the bombs So back into the shelter where two lovely women rose And with a brilliance and a fierceness and a gentleness which froze The rest of us to silence as their voices soared with joy Outshining every bomb that fell that night upon Hanoi With bravery we have sun But where are you now, my son? Oh people of the shelters what a gift you've given me To smile at me and quietly let me share your agony And I can only bow in utter humbleness and ask Forgiveness and forgiveness for the things we've brought to pass The black pyjama'd culture that we tried to kill with pellet holes And rows of tiny coffins we've paid for with our souls Have built a spirit seldom seen in women and in men And the white flower of Bac Mai will surely blossom once again I've heard that the war is done Then where are you now, my son?

If Only

ROD STEWART "Vagabond Heart"
If only I'd have listened to all of my closest friends and knew that it was over and the party had to end If only I'd have noticed the sadness in her eyes she'd still be in my arms tonight, if only If only I'd have realized the unimportance of being cool to give a kiss and maybe just say 'Darlin' I love you' If only I'd said I'm sorry I'd have been a much better man she'd still be in my arms tonight, if only There's an emptiness that fills my heart now that she's not here I loved her more than my own life something I've always feared, if only If only I'd come home at night instead of stayin' out for one more drink If only I'd been unconcerned what the other guys may think If only I'd a held her tight but I guess it's too late now Oh how blind could one man be, if only Whoa oh but I will not be sad after all the fun we've had You live some and you learn some, if only If only I could convince her the importance of one more chance If only God would allow me one more celestial dance If only I had the nerve to call her up and tell her how I feel She'd still be in my arms tonight, if only But it's only love and love ain't real it's only a four letter word We spend half our lives chasing after it how wonderf 'lly absurd, if only Whoa whoa but I will not be sad after all the fun we had You live some and you learn some Whoa but I will not be sad after all the fun that we had You live some and you learn some, you learn some If only

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