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___ Bullet In The Head - Rage Against The Machine

Written by：Rage Against The Machine

This time the bullet cold rocked ya yeah

A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika

Nothing proper about ya propaganda

Fools follow rules when the set command ya

Said it was blue when ya blood was read yeah

That's how you got a bullet blasted through ya head

Blasted through ya head blasted through ya head

I give a shout out to the living dead

Who stood and watched as the feds cold centralized

So serene on the screen he was mesmerized

Cellular the phones sounding a death tone

Corporations cold turn ya to stone before ya realize

They load the clip in omnicolour

Said they pack the 9 they fire it at prime time

The sleeping gas every home was like alcatraz

And mutha f**kas lost their minds

Just victims of the in house drive by

They say jump you say how high yeah

Just victims of the in house drive by

They say jump you say how high

Jumping sheld off

Yeh just cream for

Just victims of the in house drive by

They say jump you say how high yeah

Just victims of the in house drive by

They say jump you say how high

Checka checka check it out

Load load the clip wow each other

Said they pack the 9 they fire it at prime time

The sleeping gas every home was like alcatraz

And mutha f**kas lost their minds

No escape from the mass mind rape

Play it again jack and then rewind the tape

And then play it again and again and again

Until ya mind is locked in

Believing all the lies that they're telling ya

Buying all the products that they're selling ya

They say jump and ya say how high

Ya brain dead you got a f**king bullet in ya head

Just victims of the in house drive by

They say jump you say how high yeah

Just victims of the in house drive by

They say jump you say how high

Ya standing in line believing the lies

Ya bowing down to the flag ya got a bullet in ya head

Am i standing in line am i believing the lies

I'm bowing down to the flag i got a bullet in my head

Bullet in ya head bullet in ya head

Bullet in ya head bullet in ya head

A bullet in ya head a bullet in ya head

A bullet in ya head a bullet in ya head

A bullet in ya head a bullet in ya head

A bullet in ya head a bullet in ya head

A bullet in ya head a bullet in ya head

A bullet in ya head you gotta bullet in your f**king head

Yeah yeah

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> 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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> 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

"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

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.

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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)

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

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

Translated lyrics:

For a lifetime we lay in soft beds In plush and down, in velvet and silk We knew no evil, there were only the nice Neutered sheep in the luxury pasture Understanding and consideration, feeling, boredom No one struck, everyone loved each other We ate only porridge and boiled vegetables Our muscles slackened, our eyes became dull

But the misery has an end Today you can rise up Excitement, action, adventure And a clear goal in life

Off to war! The time has come, they're sending us off Off to war! The mood is good, expectations are high Off to war! The weapons are sharp, the hatred is stirred up Off to war! Now it's time to bomb

Gone is the era of diplomats Of compromise and debate Gone are the days of human rights We don't care, we have guns Give up, you pathetic apostles of peace No one believes your conspiracy theories The people are ready and waiting for orders And you are known as freaks and chaotic people

Tanks roll, bombs fall Everything flies around our ears But we believe and we fight Only those who doubt have lost

Off to war! Take your helmet, your boots, your rifle Off to war! No more doubts, no more hesitation, no more waiting Off to war! Obedience, respect, determination Off to war! This is your time!

Off to war! Against the enemy! Into battle! Give your lives!

The dust settles, it gets quiet and cold Everything is broken, but it's not over for a long time yet

Yes, we'll burn everything down Climb over rubble and corpses Because death is part of life Old flesh must give way to new flesh

Off to war! The time has come, they send us off Off to war! The mood is good, expectations are high Off to war! The weapons are sharp, the hatred is stirred up Off to war! Now it's time to transpose!

Let's go to war! Show us the enemy and we'll attack! Let's go to war! Country against country, man against man! Let's go to war! Your rage, your anger, let it all out! Let's go to war!

can this community exist without this song?

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

Now, I don't know about you, but I don't think the primary purpose of your life, of my life and the entirety of the human race is just to blindly consume to support a failing economy and a faulty system. Forever and ever until we run out of every resource, and have to resort to blowing each other up to ensure our own survival

I don't think we're supposed to sit by idle, whilst we continue to use a long outdated system, that produces war, poverty, collusion, corruption, ruins our environment and threatens every aspect of our health, and does nothing but divide and segregate us

I don't think how much military equipment we are selling to other countries, how many hydrocarbons we're burning, how much money is being printed and exchanged, is a good measure of how healthy our society is

But I do think I can speak for everyone when I say We're sick of this shit!

[Drop] Time to mobilise Time to open eyes [Verse 1] We are not a quiet pocket of resistance This is real and we cannot afford to fail Act with, act with persistence This is real and we cannot afford to fail

[Rob Rolfe] “I am the established order Respect me and fear me”

[Rou Reynolds] Fuck you! We hold no respect And when tomorrow comes We’re gonna step on your head! Pig!

[Interlude: Band] Calm down! Calm down, mate! Calm the fuck down! Gandhi, mate, remember Gandhi

[Rou Reynolds] Alright, alright, I’m fine

[Verse 2: Chris Batten] “See, if we keep them silent Then they’ll resort to violence And that’s how we criminalise change” [Rou Reynolds] Oh, yabba dabba do one, son We don’t want your rules Who you fooling son? We’ve got all the tools We need to build a whole new system To correct these flaws

[Rory Clewlow] “Yeah, like what?”

[Rou Reynolds] I’ve already listed them

[Rory Clewlow] “You’re a communist! You’re a fucking utopianist!”

[Rou Reynolds] Ah, there come the emotive labels But their attempt just fails 'Cause man, we’re so far out your comfort zone

[Bridge] We stop, think, begin to revive We stop, think, begin to revive We stop, we think, we begin to revive We begin to revive Put the call out to the front line Get the message out to the contact squad Transmit emergency frequencies

Put the call out to the front line Get the message out to the contact squad Put the call out, put the call out, put the call out

Oh, the jigsaw starts to build Oh, and the jigsaw starts to build Piece by piece! Open their minds

[Outro] Transmit emergency frequencies

Open their minds

Transmit emergency frequencies

Emergency frequencies Emergency frequencies Emergency frequencies Emergency frequencies

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!

Lying awake at night, I wipe the sweat from my brow But it's not the fear, 'cause I'd rather go now Trying to visualize the horrors that will lay ahead The desert sand mound a burial ground

When it comes to the time are we partners in crime? When it comes to the time, we'll be ready to die

God, let us go now and finish what's to be done Thy Kingdom come, thy shall be done on Earth Trying to justify to ourselves the reasons to go Should we live and let live? Forget or forgive?

But how can we let them go on this way? The reign of terror corruption must end And we know deep down there's no other way No trust, no reasoning, no more to say

Afraid to shoot strangers Afraid to shoot strangers

Afraid Afraid to shoot strangers!

Afraid to shoot strangers Afraid to shoot strangers Afraid to shoot strangers Afraid to shoot strangers

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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> Lyrics: > > "Baghdad" > > In your plane in the blue sky > You roam again > Words that echo in your mind > Make your heart beat faster > This is no Vietnam > We will win in Iraq > > The President said, "Let it ride, ride" > Islam be damned > Make your last stand > In Baghdad > > Warrior, the time bombs > About to go > What will you feel > Will you even wonder > If the man that's in your sights > Ever kissed his girl goodbye > > The Captain said, "Kill or die, die" > Islam be damned > Make your last stand > In Baghdad > > Great Satan, great Satan > Great Satan (Our flags are burning) > Great Satan (Our flags are burning) > Great Satan (Our flags will burn) > > Soon America may find > Its young men in the sand > Where there casualty > Is just a number > In Iraq > > The President said, "Let it ride, ride" > You will be damned > Make your last stand > In Baghdad, in Baghdad