Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain--
All, all the stretch of these great green states--
And make America again!Langston Hughes
EVERY DEATH CREATES NEW ENEMIES
MORE TERRORISTS
MORE DANGER
MORE DEATH
AND REMEMBER...
HE IS JUST GETTING STARTED...
BUSH'S PLAN FOR PEACE
IS THE PEACE OF THE COMMON GRAVEhttp://www.bushflash.com/pax.html WATCH THIS VIDEOWumpscut
Totmacher
sie ahnten nichts von mir
von meiner wilden gier
doch als du kamst zu mir
da wurde ich ein tier
kein gedanke an danach
als ich dir die knochen brach
tot tot tot ich mache dich tot
tot tot tot von blut alles rot
tot
fuer mein naechstes leben
schoepfe ich neue kraft
ich bin dem toeten ergeben
in der einzelhaft
tot tot tot ich mache dich tot
tot tot tot von blut alles rot
tot tot tot ich mache dich tot
tot tot tot von blut alles rot
ein dahinsichen
von gottes hand
ich kann dich riechen
und das denken verschwand
tot tot tot tot tot tot tot ich mache dich tot
tot tot tot von blut alles rot tot tot tot tot
ich mache dich tot ich mache dich tot
ich mache dich tot ich mache dich tot
sag mir was du willst
dass du meine sehnsucht stillst
ich mache dich tot fuer immerdar
von blut alles rot auf gottes altar
tot tot tot ich mache dich tot
tot tot tot von blut alles rot
ich mache dich tot fuer immerdar
ich mache dich tot glaub mir es ist wahr
ich mache dich tot fuer immerdar
ich mache dich tot auf gottes altarTRANSLATION
Wumpscut - Deadmaker
They didn't expect me
never expected my wild lust
I turned into an animal
No thought about afterwards
When I broke your bones
Dead, dead, dead I make you dead
Dead, dead, dead stained from blood so red
Dead
For my next life (life after death in the religious sense)
I get the power I need
I’m a slave to the killing
In solitary confinement
("einzelhaft" (solitary confinment) has become part of the german vocabulary after the terrorist attacks of the Red Army Fraction during the 70's. It's used for people in prison, who are put into complete isolation not just from other people, but from all kinds of information. It's what might be known in the US as "sensual deprivation", a kind of torture-technique to destroy people's self.)
Dead, dead, dead I make you dead
Dead, dead, dead stained from blood so red
Dead, dead, dead I make you dead
Dead, dead, dead stained from blood so red
Wasting away
By God’s hand
I can smell you
And my thought disappeared
Dead, dead, dead I make you dead
Dead, dead, dead stained from blood so red
Dead, dead, dead, dead
I make you dead I make you dead
I make you dead I make you dead
Tell me what you want
That you fill my longing (that you satisfy my desire)
I make you dead for evermore
God’s altar stained from blood so red
Dead, dead, dead I make you dead
Dead, dead, dead stained from blood so red
I make you dead for evermore
I make you dead believe me its true
I make you dead for evermore
I make you dead on God’s altar
Let America be America Again
Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.
(America never was America to me.)
Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed--
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.
(It never was America to me.)
O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.
(There's never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.")
Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?
I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery's scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek--
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.
I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one's own greed!
I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean--
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today--O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.
Yet I'm the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That's made America the land it has become.
O, I'm the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home--
For I'm the one who left dark Ireland's shore,
And Poland's plain, and England's grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa's strand I came
To build a "homeland of the free."
The free?
Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we've dreamed
And all the songs we've sung
And all the hopes we've held
And all the flags we've hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay--
Except the dream that's almost dead today.
O, let America be America again--
The land that never has been yet--
And yet must be--the land where every man is free.
The land that's mine--the poor man's, Indian's, Negro's, ME--
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.
Sure, call me any ugly name you choose--
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people's lives,
We must take back our land again,
America!
O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath--
America will be!
Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain--
All, all the stretch of these great green states--
And make America again!Langston Hughes
WHILE I SIT HERE TRYING TO THINK OF THINGS TO SAY
SOMEONE LIES BLEEDING IN A FIELD SOMEWHERE
SO IT WOULD SEEM WE'VE STILL GOT A LONG LONG WAY TO GO
I'VE SEEN ALL I WANNA SEE TODAY
WHILE I SIT HERE TRYING TO MOVE YOU ANYWAY I CAN
SOMEONE'S SON LIES DEAD IN A GUTTER SOMEWHERE
AND IT WOULD SEEM THAT WE'VE GOT A LONG LONG WAY TO GO
BUT I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE
SWITCH IT OFF IT WILL GO AWAY
TURN IT OFF IF YOU WANT TO
SWITCH IT OFF OR LOOK AWAY
WHILE I SIT AND WE TALK AND TALK AND WE TALK SOME MORE
SOMEONE'S LOVED ONE'S HEART STOPS BEATING IN A STREET SOMEWHERE
SO IT WOULD SEEM WE'VE STILL GOT A LONG LONG WAY TO GO, I KNOW
I'VE HEARD ALL I WANNA HEAR TODAY
TURN IT OFF IF YOU WANT TO (TURN IT OFF IF YOU WANT TO)
SWITCH IT OFF IT WILL GO AWAY (SWITCH IT OFF IT WILL GO AWAY)
TURN IT OFF IF YOU WANT TO (TURN IT OFF IF YOU WANT TO)
SWITCH IT OFF OR LOOK AWAY (SWITCH IT OFF OR LOOK AWAY)
SWITCH IT OFF
SWITCH IT OFF
SWITCH IT OFF
SWITCH IT OFF
SWITCH IT OFF
TURN IT OFFthanks phil collins for the words
my heart to the people of Haiti