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Sepultura - Territory (m.youtube.com)
submitted 17 hours ago* (last edited 16 hours ago) by kora to c/[email protected]
 
 

Territory" (1993) by Sepultura is a raw critique of land disputes, propaganda, and dehumanization in conflict zones—particularly resonant with the Israel-Palestine struggle. The lyrics expose how ideology weaponizes geography. Over 30 years later, enduring its relevance.

Unknown man
Speaks to the world
Sucking your trust
A trap in every word

War for territory
War for territory

Choice control
Behind propaganda
Poor information
To manage your anger

War for territory
War for territory

Dictators' speech
Blasting off your life
Rule to kill the urge
Dumb assholes' speech

Years of fighting
Teaching my son
To believe in that man
Racist human being
Racist ground will live
Shame and regret
Of the pride
You've once possessed

War for territory
War for territory

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Lyrics:

Us and Them
And after all we're only ordinary men
Me and You
God only knows it's not what we would choose to do

‘Forward’, he cried from the rear and the front rank died
And the General sat and the lines on the map
Moved from side to side

Black and Blue
And who knows which is which and who is who
Up and Down
But in the end it's only round and round and round

Haven't you heard it's a battle of words the poster bearer cried
Listen son, said the man with the gun
There's room for you inside.

‘Well, I mean, they're gonna kill ya, so like, if you give 'em a quick sh...short, sharp shock, they don't do it again.
Dig it? I mean he got off light, 'cause I could've given him a thrashin' but I only hit him once.
It's only the difference between right and wrong, innit? I mean good manners don't cost nothing, do they? Eh?’

Down and Out
It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about
With, Without.
And who'll deny it's what the fightings all about

Out of the way, it's a busy day
I've got things on my mind
For want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died

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Come wit it now!
Come wit it now!
The microphone explodes, shattering the molds
Either drop tha hits like de la O or get tha fuck off tha commode
Wit tha sure shot, sure ta make tha bodies drop
Drop an don't copy yo, don't call this a co-op
Terror rains drenchin', quenchin' tha thirst of tha power dons
That five sided fist-a-gon
Tha rotten sore on tha face of mother earth gets bigger
Tha triggers cold empty ya purse

Rally round tha family!
With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family!
With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family!
With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family!
With a pocket full of shells

Weapons not food, not homes, not shoes
Not need, just feed the war cannibal animal
I walk tha corner to tha rubble that used to be a library
Line up to tha mind cemetery now
What we don't know keeps tha contracts alive an movin'
They don't gotta burn tha books they just remove 'em
While arms warehouses fill as quick as tha cells
Rally round tha family, pockets full of shells

Rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells

Bulls on parade

Come wit it now!
Come wit it now!
Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!

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This is a song in two parts: the intro and the outro have pro-war call and return gang vocals, but the meat of the song is very clearly anti-war. I'm not entirely sure what the purpose of the juxtaposition was, but it works IMO.


Got one chance (infiltrate them) 
Get it right (terminate them) 
The Panzers will (permeate them) 
Break their pride (denigrate them)

And their people (retrograde them) 
Typhus (deteriorate them) 
Epidemic (devastate them) 
Take no prisoners (cremate them) 
(Burn!)

Going to war, give 'em hell 
D-Day, next stop Normandy 
Beginning of the end 
We know how to, and sure as shit, we'll win

"War is peace", sure man 
A retreat for the damned 
A playground for the demented 
A haven for those who walk this world 
Bereft of heart and soul

Love and war, they say all is fair 
Take his life, but won't take his hair 
Your body parts, your country spares 
By the way son, here's your wheelchair

He once had to be all he could be 
Now he's nothing for no one, nowhere to see 
Funny thing, he's like you and me 
It's a funny thing, a funny thing 
Tears streak his solemn stare 
Abandoned for wreckage, nobody cares

No one knew what would happen there 
No one spoke, no one even cared 
Don't ask what you can do for your country 
Ask what your country can do for you

Take no prisoners (take no shit) 
Take no prisoners (take no shit) 
Take no prisoners (take no shit) 
Take no prisoners (take no-) 
(Shit)

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submitted 1 day ago* (last edited 1 day ago) by [email protected] to c/[email protected]
 
 

Today I killed, he was just a boy 
Eight before him, I knew them all 
In the fields a dying oath 
I'd kill them all to save my own

Cut me free, bleed with me, oh no 
One by one, we will fall, down down 
Pull the plug, end the pain, run an' fight for life 
Hold on tight, this ain't my fight

Deliver me from this war 
It's not for me it's because of you 
Devil's instant; my eternity 
Obey to kill to save yourself

Cut me free, bleed with me, oh no 
One by one, we will fall, down down 
Pull the plug, end the pain, run an' fight for life 
Hold on tight, this ain't my fight

"I envy the 9 lives that gave me hell 
My path made up by their torn bodies 
Man to man, soldier to soldier, dust to dust 
Call me a coward but I can't take it anymore"

They wait for me far back home 
They live with eyes turned away 
They were the first ones to see 
They are the last ones to bleed

"The ultimate high as all beautiful dies 
A ruler's tool, a priest's excuse, a tyrant's delight 
I alone, the great white hunter 
I'll march till the dawn brings me rest

10th patriot at the gallows' pole!"

Cut me free, bleed with me, oh no 
One by one, we will fall, down down 
Pull the plug, end the pain, run an' fight for life 
Hold on tight, this ain't my fight 
Cut me free, bleed with me, oh no 
One by one, we will fall, down down 
Pull the plug, end the pain, run an' fight for life 
Hold on tight, this ain't my fight

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Terror cleared the skyline and anger clouded judgement, So they spent a thousand nighttimes in the desert fighting something, That they couldn’t find, that made it something that they couldn’t fight, Left us lamenting all the wrongs that they couldn’t right, This is for the second time, we’ve been here before, From Vietnam to Saddam, we always needing a war, Neo-conservatives rose up like Viet Cong, Their fingers on the trigger we won’t be here for long, They killed MLK and they named a day after him, They killed JFK and named an airport after him, Some guy shot a monster called Reagan so he could bone, A girl named Jodie Foster, if only he’d known, We tested nukes in the atmosphere, the sea and the dirt, And they tested all these missiles just to see if they worked, Now France got ‘em, Russia got ‘em, India and Pakistan, Korea want ‘em, States want ‘em pointed at the Taliban, Iran and Afghanistan, sands of the Arab lands, Orders from portable commands in armored caravans, Internet, 3g cellular phones, Serial killers built mini-cells in their homes, And we had Manson, Bundy, Gacy, Son of Sam, Macarena, superman, chicken dance, running man, Generation X and Generation Y, And the generation next will degenerate and die, Cos we got holes in the Ozone that we put there ourselves, Now the poles are a no-go, earths cooking itself, And we can’t look at ourselves so we got saline, botox, Eighteen, fake tits, nineteen detox, Don’t stop, get it, get it, can’t afford it get it credit, Buy it, spend it, try it, getting fat? Then you better shed it, Ab-Swing, Blue Blocker, Tupac or Biggie, East coast, west coast, Fat Joe or Fifty, Thatcher the shifty iron lady, Tony Blair, A princess died, some say cos she got Dodi there, Whitlam, Keating, Hawke and a promise, Of no children in poverty, wish that could have been honest, We had Abbot and Costello, right wing overlords, Promises and children, they threw ‘em both overboard,

Overwrought refugees thrown to a group home, Or jailed for the crime of looking for a new home, Elvis died, Hendrix died, Lennon died, genocide, In Africa, Serbia, Cambodia, pesticides, Bio-toxins, chemical warfare, All’s fair in love and war, more work for the pallbearer, More terror, more unjust search and seizures, A tidal wave came and claimed the coast of Indonesia, Quakes in Iran, Japan and California, Greenhouse gas turned the world into a sauna, The trauma of mortars, martyrs, slaughters, Of partners, mourners, fathers and daughters, They chased us, caught us, numbered us to sort us, Raped us, scorned us, to break us they bought us, Third world kidneys for captains of industry, Uprising in the street, corruption in the ministry, A blowjob brought about the fall of a dynasty, And MP3’s saw the fall of an industry, Doubled population, halved accommodation, Carved up resources and we starved the poorer nations, Beirut, Chechnya, all hell, Broke loose, Berlin, nineteen eighty nine man, the wall fell, Cold war ended but that didn’t stop more shells, Waco lit up the sky like burning oil wells, A world laid waste with addiction, Tell Orwell truth’s always stranger than fiction, Big Brother’s on closed circuit TV and on cable, Reality’s now scripted, celebrity’s for sale, Jeopardy and jail, seized, deposed, Remedies and penalties for failed CEO’s.

We had the Enron collapse, and white-collar crime, Investors they were taxed, a dollar for a dime, The blue chip companies and blue-sky mines, We no longer choose sides we choose sidelines, Rich bleeding the kind, blind leading the blind, And history repeats, no competing with time, Gasses eating the minds of the vets that they bring home, The plague of Agent Orange, Gulf War Syndrome, Soldiers sent home, posttraumatic stress leave, STD’s cos the sleeve ain't sexy, AIDS shook the eighties, grim reaper with a bowling ball, Metallica, kill ‘em, let god scold ‘em all, The Guildford Four, Chicago Seven, Mumia, Mandela, Oceans Eleven, Half past twelve on Friday the Thirteenth, Dawn of the Dead a Nightmare On Elm Street, Weapons free environment, war zone, phone home, Melanoma grow as we soak in the ozone, Home-grown, Hydro, Cocaine, Nitro, Werewolf in London, American Psycho, Cyclones, bushfires, Bush firing Scuds, Baby boomers, Woodstock, what happened to the love? What happened to the cubs? They fed ‘em to the wolves, Set a trial for pedophiles, they let ‘em in the schools, Set ‘em on the students, turned ‘em on the kids, And everyone responsible should burn for what they did, And if they try to deny then an eye for an eye, The government and church on which we try to rely, Both rob us till it hurts chasing lie after lie, Like astronauts chasing a pie in the sky, They landed on the moon but can’t seem to return there, Makes some question if they ever really were there, And if they were there now and they looked back, Could we look them in the eye, could we look back?

Cos when we look back at what we have done, Can you believe what we have become? As we walk into the sun, Can you believe what we have become? As we walk into the sun

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submitted 2 days ago* (last edited 2 days ago) by [email protected] to c/[email protected]
 
 

I'm just a normal man I wouldn't hurt nothing at all But here we are

Our leaders have a plan I'd only kill if it's for them Now here we are

I drove in a car Flew in a plane To come to your house And kick your door in Now it's down to this It's just you and me I'll blow your fucking head off For my country I go to church and tithe Go to work in a suit and tie But this is war

I'm really not sure why But the TV says that you were wrong Now here we are

I drove in a car Flew in a plane To come to your house And kick your door in Now it's down to this It's just you and me I'll blow your fucking head off For my country

My feet hurt from the sand But still I march on gun in hand 'Cause this is war

This isn't what I planned I wanted to be so much more But this is war

I drove in a car Flew in a plane To come to your house And kick your door in Now it's down to this It's just you and me I'll blow your fucking head off For my country

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I need a gun to keep myself among
The poor people are burning in the sun
But they ain't got a chance
They ain't got a chance
I need a gun
'Cause all I do is dance
'Cause all I do is dance

I need a gun to keep myself among
The poor people are burning in the sun
But they ain't got a chance
They ain't got a chance
I need a gun
'Cause all I do is dance
'Cause all I do is dance

In my backpack
I got my act right
In case you act quite difficult
And your resolve weaken
With anger and discontent
Some are seeking and searching like Nimoy

I'm a peace-loving decoy
Ready for retaliation
I change the whole occasion to a pine box six-under
Impulsive don't ask why or wonder
Orders given to me is:
Strike and I'm thunder with lightning fast reflexes on constant alert
From the constant hurt that seems limitless with no dropping pressure

Seems like everybody's out to test ya
'Til they see your break
You can't conceal the hate
That consumes you
I'm the reason why you fill up your Isuzu

Chill with your old lady at the tilt
I got a 90 days visit
And I'm filled with guilt
From things that I've seen
Your water's from a bottle
Mine's from a canteen

At night I hear the shots
Ring so I'm a light sleeper
The cost of life,
It seems to get cheaper
Out in the desert
With my street sweeper
The war is over
So said the speaker with the flight suit on
Maybe to him I'm just a pawn
So he can advance
Remember when I used to dance
Man, all I want to do is dance

Dance!
Dance!
Dance!

I need a gun to keep myself among

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"The Creator makes but one demand
Peace and happiness through all the lands..."

The social and political upheavals of the 1960s have been cited as a major factor in the emergence of a new stylistic trend in jazz, with a very different emphasis to the forms of the music which emerged earlier. Many of the artists involved in the making of this new music, variously called "free jazz", "the new thing", or "energy music", recorded for the Impulse! label. Ashley Kahn writes that several musicians, often those who had either played with or been influenced by John Coltrane, such as his widow Alice Coltrane, Archie Shepp, Pharoah Sanders, and Leon Thomas, began exploring new thematic and musical ideas, often associated with non-western religious and musical traditions.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karma_(Pharoah_Sanders_album)

According to Ben Ratliff of The New York Times, Thomas had begun his career "as a straight blues-jazz singer" with a "stout tenor voice", but by the mid-1960s, he "had begun to spend time with young jazz musicians who were looking to Africa, the East and meditation for musical material … Thomas developed his ululating singing style, which has been compared to African pygmy and American Indian singing techniques and which he later called 'soularphone.' He believed that his ancestors had given him his elastic throat articulation, he said, and henceforth always used it.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leon_Thomas

track link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ixv0kX3niA

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