Lyrics

[Project]

Collect some of the best lyrics here?
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Hadda Been Playing On The Jukebox

Written by Allen Ginsberg, performed by Rage Against the Machine

It had to be flashin' like the daily double
It had to be playin' on TV
It had to be loud mouthed on the comedy hour
It had to be announced over loud speakers

The CIA and the Mafia are in cahoots

It had to be said in old ladies' language
It had to be said in American headlines
Kennedy stretched and smiled and got double crossed by lowlife goons and agents
Rich bankers with criminal connections
Dope pushers in CIA working with dope pushers from Cuba working with a
big time syndicate from Tampa, Florida
And it had to be said with a big mouth

It had to be moaned over factory foghorns
It had to be chattered on car radio news broadcasts
It had to be screamed in the kitchen
It had to be yelled in the basement where uncles were fighting

It had to be howled on the streets by newsboys to bus conductors
It had to be foghorned into New York harbor
It had to echo onto hard hats
It had to turn up the volume in university ballrooms

It had to be written in library books, footnoted
It had to be in the headlines of the Times and Le Monde
It had to be barked on TV
It had to be heard in alleys through ballroom doors

It had to be played on wire services
It had to be bells ringing
Comedians stopped dead in the middle of a joke in Las Vegas

It had to be FBI chief J. Edgar Hoover and Frank Costello syndicate
mouthpiece meeting in Central Park, New York weekends,
reported Time magazine

It had to be the Mafia and the CIA together starting war on Cuba,
Bay of Pigs and poison assassination headlines

It had to be dope cops in the Mafia
Who sold all their heroin in America

It had to be the FBI and organized crime working together
in cahoots against the commies

It had to be ringing on multinational cash registers
A world-wide laundry for organized criminal money

It had to be the CIA and the Mafia and the FBI together
They were bigger than Nixon
And they were bigger than war

It had to be a large room full of murder
It had to be a mounted ass- a solid mass of rage
A red hot pen
A scream in the back of the throat

It had to be a kid that can breathe
It had to be in Rockefellers' mouth
It had to be central intelligence, the family, allofthis, the agency Mafia
It had to be organized crime

One big set of gangs working together in cahoots

Hitmen
Murderers everywhere

The secret
The drunk
The brutal
The dirty rich

On top of a slag heap of prisons
Industrial cancer
Plutonium smog
Garbage cities

Grandmas' bed soft from fathers' resentment

It had to be the rulers
They wanted law and order
And they got rich on wanting protection for the status quo

They wanted junkies
They wanted Attica
They wanted Kent State
They wanted war in Indochina

It had to be the CIA and the Mafia and the FBI

Multinational capitalists
Strong armed squads
Private detective agencies for the rich
And their armies and navies and their air force bombing planes

It had to be capitalism
The vortex of this rage
This competition
Man to man

The horses head in a capitalists' bed
The Cuban turf
It rumbles in hitmen
And gang wars across oceans

Bombing Cambodia settled the score when Soviet pilots
manned Egyptian fighter planes

Chiles' red democracy
Bumped off with White House pots and pans

A warning to Mediterranean governments

The secret police have been embraced for decades

The NKPD and CIA keep each other's secrets
The OGBU and DIA never hit their own
The KGB and the FBI are one mind

Brute force and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money

It had to be rich and it had to be powerful
They had to murder in Indonesia 500000
They had to murder in Indochina 2000000
They had to murder in Czechoslovakia
They had to murder in Chile
They had to murder in Russia

And they had to murder in America


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This gives me chills... how long do we have to know the truth, how can we live in such a f0cked up world, with murderers for leaders and good people supporting them with their blood and tears?

[Kamalam]

This also gives me chills, Project. My take is that we are playing roles in some cosmic play... everyone knows everyone else's part. For me, the only explanation as to why we don't all revolt is that the "revolution" scene has not come up. Doesn't it feel as if things stay "stuck" until a certain point, and then... bam? The characters on the screen can't jump the gun, can't change the storyline... only the Director knows what's really going on.

In the meantime, we continue to play our parts, though it is my hope that we can awaken from the dream.

[Project]

The Beats tried hard to change things with their words... they showed us a new way of life in America, a free, fun, crazy way to look at things, a new world view.

The ensuing events with the flower children seems to have minimized and made ridiculous this new way of thinking... it became the druggie's dream, the slacker's soliloquy, the loser's last hope. The PTB capitalized on this break in ourselves to dismiss, redress and be remiss in moving forward.

We lost the way. We stopped valuing intelligence and free thinking, we rewarded buttoned-down suits for their sharp teeth, we knew criminals ran things, and we did nothing. The good people got erased, the bad people grew larger than life, to become untouchable. The mafioso and the government dons joined forces. We watched in disbelief.

[Alpha]

Great post and lyrics P.....yes, how long is right?!?!? :sad:

The lyrics just about say it all.....

[BeelzeBubbles]

For you Ginsberg/Ferlinghetti/Kupferberg fans, you should really seek out the old Fugs records from the '60s and maybe 70 or 71? - they were all in cahoots. Bunch of f*ck*ng kooks.

And I say that in the most loving way, I truly do. Also check out The Holy Modal Rounders and The Unholy Modal Rounders. Current Fugs still have doings with Kupferberg, I think....

And then there was that whole series of "Dial-A-Poet" records featuring Ginsberg & company, along with Patti Smith and William Burroughs- he was ALWAYS good for a laugh!!

[MuseNoir]

Running On The Spot
by The Jam

I was hoping we'd make real progress
But it seems we have lost the power
Any tiny step of advancement
Is like a raindrop falling into the ocean

We're running on the spot, always have, always will
We're just the next generation of the emotionally crippled

Though we keep piling up the building blocks
The structure never seems to get any higher
Because we keep kicking out the foundations
And stand useless while our lives fall down

I believe in life, and I believe in love
But the world in which I live in keeps trying to prove me wrong

Out in the pastures we call society
You can't see further than the bottom of your glass
Only young but easily shocked
You get all violent when the boat gets rocked

Just like sheep - little lambs into the slaughter
Don't fully grasp what exactly is wrong
Truth is you never cared, still
You get all violent when the boat gets rocked

Intelligence should be our first weapon
And stop reveling in rejection
And follow yourselves, not some ageing drain brain
Whose quite content to go on feeding you garbage

We're running on the spot, always have, always will
We're just the next generation of the emotionally crippled

[Project]

just gives me the chills again... of course the way it is performed matters, the rage of losing innocent children to kill other innocent children...

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Mandatory suicide
Slayer

Murder at your every foot step
A child's toy sudden death
Sniper blazes you through your knees
Falling down can you feel the heat
Burn!

Ambushed by the spray of lead
Count the bullet holes in your head
Offspring sent out to cry
Living mandatory suicide
Suicide

Holes burn deep in your chest
Raked by machine gun fire
Screaming soul sent out to die
Living mandatory suicide
Suicide

Lying, dying, screaming in pain
Begging, pleading, bullets drip like rain
Minds explode, pain sheers to your brain
Radical amputation, this is insane

Fly swatter stakes, drive through your chest
Spikes impale you as you're forced off the crest
Soldier of misfortune
Hunting with bated breath

A vile smell, like tasting death
Dead bodies, dying and wounded
Litter the city streets
Shattered glass, bits of clothing and human deceit
Dying terror
Blood's cheap, it's everywhere
Mandatory suicide, massacre on the front line
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Blood's cheap, it's everywhere
Spend it while you can evil, there will be a price for it. :cussing: